Angel Trapped On Earth

Chapter Ten

. + . Yuffie's Plan A .+.

Sephiroth lay awake in bed that night, comtemplating on whether he should barge right in Tifa's room and demand an explaination or just go to sleep. He sighed an uncharacteristic sigh. He wondered if Tifa would mind it very much if he just stormed in her room and ravished her. An image of Tifa exploding at him and literally kicking his ass flashed in his mind. He sighed again. She would mind.

Before he could stop himself from thinking such dangerous thoughts, his door (unlocked) was slammed open by a wide-eyed, panic-stricken Yuffie.

"What the hell?!" Sephiroth hollered, snatching up his blanket to cover himself. He had just developed a habit of sleeping stark-naked. Yuffie looked pale and frightened.

"It's Tifa! She's--she's.." Yuffie said breahthlessly and stammering. Sephiroth wanted to throttle her out of impatience.

"WHAT?" He demanded.

"Come quick. You must come quick." She said with frustrated nods, and hurried off into the direction of Tifa's room.

Sephiroth quickly pulled on his pants and a white shirt and tore after Yuffie, panic surging through him. Is Tifa in danger? Had something had happened? He shook his heads of 'what-ifs' and blindlingly ran after Yuffie, swearing underneath his breath. They came to a stop in front of her room, and all seemed to be silent and fine. He didn't leave anything to chance, and without thinking he tore open the door, mentally telling himself to kill Tifa for not locking it in the first place. His eyes searched frantically around the dark room, and looked behind him for Yuffie.

She had a mischievious little smile on her face and gave Sephiroth a little small wave before quickly shutting the door with a click. She had tricked him, and locked him in with Tifa in the process. He didn't know whether to murder her or thank her. Maybe both, he decided.

He made his way over to Tifa's bed blindingly to find her fast asleep and curled up like a tight ball. She had kicked off her blankets, so Sephiroth gently draped it back over her. He looked at her for a brief moment, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and let her sleep the whole night through. He frowned at his thoughts. Since when had he become so tender?

Without thinking, he reached a hand towards her face and brushed a lock that was draped over her eyes. She stirred, and opened her eyes.

She screamed.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" She hollered, and Sephiroth quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.

"ShhH! The whole building will hear you!" He hissed.

She narrowed her eyes at him dangerously. "That's exactly my goal."

He rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms over his broad shoulders. Tifa wondered if she was finally driven to the point of insanity. Isn't he supposed to be in Ling-Nhi's room doing god-knows what? Actually, she had a pretty good idea on what they would be doing, but she decided it was better not to imagine. Now he was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, and had a look of pure amusement. She wanted to strangle him, and she was going to do it too.

"You!" She hissed and went for his throat.

He easily caught her hands, and she squirmed and fought to break free of his incredibly strong grip. He wasn't even trying.

"You know..I wasn't the one that planned this." He drawled. That caught her attention, and her eyes snapped to his face with a glare.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" She snapped, and started fighting to break free of his grip again. This time he let go, and she sat down upon the bed with a huff.

"Let me tell you a story," Sephiroth began lazily, "Imagine my distress when your impertinent friend, Yuffie, wakes me up from my fantastic dream--of you no doubt-- shall I describe?" Sephiroth lied. He was actually pondering whether he should do exactly what he just did a few moments either or not.

Tifa wanted to kick herself for blushing right there and then.

"Let me see…you were in the most wonderful position. Under me." He continued in his lazy voice, and Tifa knew that her face was probably the color of her eyes.

"Get to the point!" She blurted out. She didn't want to hear him describe just exactly what she was doing while she was underneath him.

"Pity," He murmured and continued on, "Well where was I? Oh yes--she comes barging in my room while I am naked no less, and tells me that you are in danger. I ran here as quickly as I could, and she locks the door on me. We're locked in here 'till morning, I'm afraid." He finished. Tifa's eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"SHE WHAT?" Tifa screeched, and made a mad dash for the door. She jingled with the doorknob, and true to Sephiroth's words; it was locked.

"You didn't actually think I was lying did you?" He asked.

She growled and turned around to him, and for a moment just stared at him. He was dressed in the usual black pants he wore, the ones that were hidden underneath his black cloak, and he had a simple white tee-shirt on. 'Simple, my ass,' Tifa thought to herself as she noticed how the shirt seemed to emphasize his broad shoulders and chest. How the hell can she see all that in the darkness? Not to mention the muscled plane of his stomach. She mentally kicked herself for looking at him so, and he noticed as her eyes traveled to his chest, and he grinned rakishly.

"You!" She hissed, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"You say that too much." He accused her.

"Y--SHUT UP!" She screeched, throwing an object at his head. He caught it, of course and took a dangerous step towards her.

"Oh let me tell you that that's fine by me…I like actions better." He said, smirking. At least, she was sure he was smirking. It was pitch-black in her room.

"Oooh I wish you would stop talking like that!" She exclaimed hotly.

"I thought you wished for me not to talk at all." He replied, taking another step. It was amazing because she knew exactly that he had taken a step towards her, and she took a step back. She found herself backed up against the door. She cursed under her breath, and wondered why the hell no one had bothered to check up on her. She could've been faced to face with someone dangerous. She laughed mentally, and thought that Sephiroth was someone dangerous.

"I do." She said curtly.

"Okay then, my dear." He said in a condescending tone. Tifa lifted her chin a notch.

"I most certainly am NOT your dear!" She hissed hotly. By gods, she could even SEE him raising one eyebrow in amusement.

"Then whose dear are you?" He asked.

"That's absurd!" She sputtered, as he took another step towards her. She couldn't even move. Traitorous legs.

"Is it?" He whispered softly, and took yet another step towards her. Only three more steps, and he would not be responsible for his actions.

"I can't believe I'm having this absurd conversation with you!" She exclaimed in exasperation.

"I can't imagine I'd want you to have this conversation with anyone else." He bemused. It was true too.

"This is absurd!" She cried out once again.

"You've said that already. You have a tendency of repeating yourself, do you know that?" Sephiroth teased, and took two steps towards her. She gulped nervously and wet her lips unconciously.

"Mmm..hmm." He murmured. He was right in front of her, and he put up both arms to block her from moving away from him. He smiled devilishly.

"I've got you." He said huskily.

"Y..you do?" She mumbled, weakly. All coherent thoughts were tossed out the window.

"You've been avoiding me, Tifa." He whispered so that Tifa could feel his sweet breath on her face and on her lips. She trembled slightly.

"I-I have?" She asked nervously. What had he been saying?

Sephiroth grinned with male satisfaction at having robbed Tifa of all sane thoughts with just his mere closeness. He could feel the heat emitting from her, and wanted badly to take her as his right now. His mind was having a mad dispute with his desires. How can Tifa make him want her this much? He had changed too much. He reached up a hand to stroke her silken cheek. She shivered.

"Why?" He whispered, and she could feel his sweet breath again.

"…W..why what?" She asked, her eyes fixed upon his chin. It was better than looking straight into his startingly green eyes. Bad idea. Her vision wandered towards his lips.

"Why were you avoiding me?" He murmured, taking a strand of silky, lucious hair between his lips. They slid easily across his lips.

"I--I had to." She said, her eyes averting to the side, but Sephiroth took her chin into both his strong hands and gazed into her eyes. He was undone.

She saw the look of pure desire in his eyes and braced her his attack. Well not exactly, 'brace', since she definitely and was positively tingling with..well..something. In fact, she wondered what those heavenly, perfect, sculpted lips would feel like on hers. So 'brace' isn't exactly the word. Bloody hell, she was anticipating his kiss.

He just stared at her, and leaned in closer. She closed her eyes, and felt her traitorous body arch towards his.

This was wrong, she reminded herself, so very wrong.

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[ Author's note : *sigh* yes yes I know. I'm back to making such short chapters, but hehehe…I hope you liked this little cliff-hanger! ^_^ Oh--and I can't stress this enough…FFVII is not mine (as far as I know), and please pelase please review! Byeeee! *waves*]

P.S Inuyasha is a great anime people! I'm so hooked on it now! Kagome + Inuyasha all the way! Yahh!

Next update : Monday or Tuesday (promise ^_^)