**I remembered my post-summary, pre-story explanation! For all who've read
my other 2 Rassia stories, I think you'll like this. One of Rassia and
Sephi's "meetings!"
Oooo!! _ _~ The really juicy stuff occurs during the little stars in the
middle of the story, but I thought I'd leave that 2 y'alls' imagination and
just build the foreshadowing up!!!**
Rassia strode casually into the library of Hallow Bastion, her hand gliding gently across the row of colorful book spines. She was not dressed in her usual ivory and red attire; she wanted to make sure she was totally void of anything reminding her of Ansem. Draped in a short, stark black gown trimmed in faint gold, she walked between shelves. Today she would meet Sephiroth, as she did every so often, and try to fill the emptiness she was feeling from her lack of Ansem. Each meeting was dangerous, but with Ansem busy with Heartless concerns, Rassia was sure she was safe. Sephiroth had no distress over being discovered, and at times, Rassia almost believed that he wanted to be caught with her.
Walking out into the open area before the staircase, Rassia looked out the high glass windows into the distant pink and silver tinted clouds. A part of her always felt guilty for her secret affair with Sephiroth, but the majority of her thoughts was filled with grief and self-pity for being left alone and feeling unloved. She frowned and tossed her azure hair back, her two long tendril braids swatting across her face gently.
"Troubled, my Dear?" a deep voice asked behind her. Startled, Rassia spun around and searched for the origin of the voice. Looking up the stair railing, she found Sephiroth sitting comfortably on the banister, an opened book balanced in one hand. Rassia smiled a bit and walked to the bottom banister.
"No more than usual," she replied. Sephiroth chuckled and disappeared from atop the railing. Rassia took some steps backwards from the staircase and prepared for his reappearance. He appeared right in front of her, the book gone from his bare hand. His clothes were much less intimidating than he was apt to wearing: black pants and a long, opened, black collared vest. His icy blue eyes admired her intensely, his hand running gently through her hair and down her cheek.
"What can I do for you," he asked smoothly, leaning his head in closer to her face. Rassia closed her eyes and took in a long breath as Sephiroth pressed nearer to her.
"Just let me feel loved," she replied shakily. Sephiroth grinned and let his fingers fall to her neck where her black Heartless necklace hung. Upon feeling the necklace still about her neck, Rassia's eyes popped open.
"Oh no," she whispered and raised her arms to unlatch it, but Sephiroth caught her hands and set them back at her sides.
"Leave it. I don't mind," he told her. Rassia usually remembered to remove the Heartless symbol before her meetings with Sephiroth. Sephiroth allowed his fingers to linger there a while before they slid back beside her neck. Rassia leaned her head in closer to it, appreciating the warmth it filled her with. "How could Ansem sacrifice such beauty?" Sephiroth cooed sympathetically into Rassia's ear. Rassia closed her eyes again and breathed heavily. "How could he not see what he is missing from his senseless obsession with the Heartless and Darkness?"
Rassia thought about each word Sephiroth spoke. It was true, Heartless had become Ansem's obsession, but in her mind she did not believe it to be senseless. She had, in fact, been eager to back up his operation, having a great deal of faith in him. She had accepted his proposal to be his bride and queen when he succeeded, but she had not known how much Ansem would be devoted to his work. Sephiroth seemed the only answer to her needs, ready to please her, or perhaps just to displease Ansem.
Sephiroth was behind her now, stroking her long hair affectionately. He leaned in towards her ear again, but this time he kissed it. His mighty hands now slid over her arms, lightly pulling the low collar of her gown down over her shoulders. His soft silver hair brushed airily across her bare neck and shoulders as he kissed them. His hands slid across her waist and hips, pulling her even closer to him.
Rassia wrapped her arms gingerly about his neck. She guided his face towards hers, his lips towards her own, and they kissed, long and passionately. Her thoughts of Ansem once again diminished into the depths of her mind with every second her lips were on Sephiroth's. This is not to punish Ansem, Rassia told herself. This is to save me. However, her suspicions that Sephiroth's reasons were not the same as hers were beginning to grow stronger. ***** Rassia's head rested lightly upon Sephiroth's bare shoulder as they rested comfortably upon the staircase. Sephiroth stroked her bare shoulder softly, a lock of her turquoise hair wrapped loosely around his finger. She was breathing slowly now, her chest heaving fragily against his side. Her eyes were barely opened, only slits of silver stared down at nothing. She was not asleep, but as close to it as one could get. Sephiroth just held her close, his eyes staring up at the glittering lights and burst pipes on the library ceiling, his other hand slowly brushing the back of Rassia's thigh.
He thought about the beautiful woman lying peacefully in his arms and how he could never love her truly if he tried. Partially because Rassia belonged to Ansem, but mainly because there was no way for him to. He was not exactly sure what was going on within him, but it was something too big for him to fully control. To show "love" was one thing, but to actually love someone seemed far beyond his grasp. He knew how to make Rassia happy for the short time they were together, but it was driven by his hatred for Ansem. The hatred came not from Ansem ignoring Rassia, but from a deeper and heavier grudge, completely unrelated to her. She was just a prop in his scheme to get at Ansem.
Sephiroth felt Rassia shift in his hold and move in closer to him, her face buried in his neck. She began to kiss his neck softly, her hand gliding slowly down his chest. She treats me as if I were Ansem, Sephiroth thought impartially. It is too bad that this is all so one-sided. His eyes remained opened through her kisses, only the slightest bit of excitement flowing through him, as was always the case. He could always tolerate the woman's caressing, and even add his own pleasing touches, but it all meant nothing to him. What did please him was knowing that when Ansem uncovered their affair, it would shatter him forever.
The sky outside was deep blue and sprinkled with stars when Rassia opened her eyes and noticed how late it had gotten. She hurriedly sat upright and pulled out of Sephiroth's embrace, straightening her gown as she did. Sephiroth had no need to ask where she was going, for he knew it was late and that she must return to Ansem. She walked down the remainder of steps to the ground floor, her hand resting on the banister, when Sephiroth called to her. A bit solicitously, she turned to face him. Slowly, he descended the few steps and stood before her. He took her face in his hand and kissed her one last time.
"Until our next meeting," he whispered when he released her. Rassia took in a deep breath and smiled.
"Yes. Until then," she replied and headed quickly into the maze of bookshelves. Sephiroth nodded. He always needed to make sure she was coming back, needed to make sure she was addicted, dependent on him. With a smug expression he lifted his vest from the stairs and disappeared from Hallow Bastion.
***Woah!! Mr. Sephi's got a grudge!?!? I only planned on really writing on major affair story, but if you like, or have some more ideas, there can be more. I'll have to have REVIEWS in order to be convinced, though. And if you really like, I recommend "Shattered Affairs" and "Queen of Heartless."
Rassia strode casually into the library of Hallow Bastion, her hand gliding gently across the row of colorful book spines. She was not dressed in her usual ivory and red attire; she wanted to make sure she was totally void of anything reminding her of Ansem. Draped in a short, stark black gown trimmed in faint gold, she walked between shelves. Today she would meet Sephiroth, as she did every so often, and try to fill the emptiness she was feeling from her lack of Ansem. Each meeting was dangerous, but with Ansem busy with Heartless concerns, Rassia was sure she was safe. Sephiroth had no distress over being discovered, and at times, Rassia almost believed that he wanted to be caught with her.
Walking out into the open area before the staircase, Rassia looked out the high glass windows into the distant pink and silver tinted clouds. A part of her always felt guilty for her secret affair with Sephiroth, but the majority of her thoughts was filled with grief and self-pity for being left alone and feeling unloved. She frowned and tossed her azure hair back, her two long tendril braids swatting across her face gently.
"Troubled, my Dear?" a deep voice asked behind her. Startled, Rassia spun around and searched for the origin of the voice. Looking up the stair railing, she found Sephiroth sitting comfortably on the banister, an opened book balanced in one hand. Rassia smiled a bit and walked to the bottom banister.
"No more than usual," she replied. Sephiroth chuckled and disappeared from atop the railing. Rassia took some steps backwards from the staircase and prepared for his reappearance. He appeared right in front of her, the book gone from his bare hand. His clothes were much less intimidating than he was apt to wearing: black pants and a long, opened, black collared vest. His icy blue eyes admired her intensely, his hand running gently through her hair and down her cheek.
"What can I do for you," he asked smoothly, leaning his head in closer to her face. Rassia closed her eyes and took in a long breath as Sephiroth pressed nearer to her.
"Just let me feel loved," she replied shakily. Sephiroth grinned and let his fingers fall to her neck where her black Heartless necklace hung. Upon feeling the necklace still about her neck, Rassia's eyes popped open.
"Oh no," she whispered and raised her arms to unlatch it, but Sephiroth caught her hands and set them back at her sides.
"Leave it. I don't mind," he told her. Rassia usually remembered to remove the Heartless symbol before her meetings with Sephiroth. Sephiroth allowed his fingers to linger there a while before they slid back beside her neck. Rassia leaned her head in closer to it, appreciating the warmth it filled her with. "How could Ansem sacrifice such beauty?" Sephiroth cooed sympathetically into Rassia's ear. Rassia closed her eyes again and breathed heavily. "How could he not see what he is missing from his senseless obsession with the Heartless and Darkness?"
Rassia thought about each word Sephiroth spoke. It was true, Heartless had become Ansem's obsession, but in her mind she did not believe it to be senseless. She had, in fact, been eager to back up his operation, having a great deal of faith in him. She had accepted his proposal to be his bride and queen when he succeeded, but she had not known how much Ansem would be devoted to his work. Sephiroth seemed the only answer to her needs, ready to please her, or perhaps just to displease Ansem.
Sephiroth was behind her now, stroking her long hair affectionately. He leaned in towards her ear again, but this time he kissed it. His mighty hands now slid over her arms, lightly pulling the low collar of her gown down over her shoulders. His soft silver hair brushed airily across her bare neck and shoulders as he kissed them. His hands slid across her waist and hips, pulling her even closer to him.
Rassia wrapped her arms gingerly about his neck. She guided his face towards hers, his lips towards her own, and they kissed, long and passionately. Her thoughts of Ansem once again diminished into the depths of her mind with every second her lips were on Sephiroth's. This is not to punish Ansem, Rassia told herself. This is to save me. However, her suspicions that Sephiroth's reasons were not the same as hers were beginning to grow stronger. ***** Rassia's head rested lightly upon Sephiroth's bare shoulder as they rested comfortably upon the staircase. Sephiroth stroked her bare shoulder softly, a lock of her turquoise hair wrapped loosely around his finger. She was breathing slowly now, her chest heaving fragily against his side. Her eyes were barely opened, only slits of silver stared down at nothing. She was not asleep, but as close to it as one could get. Sephiroth just held her close, his eyes staring up at the glittering lights and burst pipes on the library ceiling, his other hand slowly brushing the back of Rassia's thigh.
He thought about the beautiful woman lying peacefully in his arms and how he could never love her truly if he tried. Partially because Rassia belonged to Ansem, but mainly because there was no way for him to. He was not exactly sure what was going on within him, but it was something too big for him to fully control. To show "love" was one thing, but to actually love someone seemed far beyond his grasp. He knew how to make Rassia happy for the short time they were together, but it was driven by his hatred for Ansem. The hatred came not from Ansem ignoring Rassia, but from a deeper and heavier grudge, completely unrelated to her. She was just a prop in his scheme to get at Ansem.
Sephiroth felt Rassia shift in his hold and move in closer to him, her face buried in his neck. She began to kiss his neck softly, her hand gliding slowly down his chest. She treats me as if I were Ansem, Sephiroth thought impartially. It is too bad that this is all so one-sided. His eyes remained opened through her kisses, only the slightest bit of excitement flowing through him, as was always the case. He could always tolerate the woman's caressing, and even add his own pleasing touches, but it all meant nothing to him. What did please him was knowing that when Ansem uncovered their affair, it would shatter him forever.
The sky outside was deep blue and sprinkled with stars when Rassia opened her eyes and noticed how late it had gotten. She hurriedly sat upright and pulled out of Sephiroth's embrace, straightening her gown as she did. Sephiroth had no need to ask where she was going, for he knew it was late and that she must return to Ansem. She walked down the remainder of steps to the ground floor, her hand resting on the banister, when Sephiroth called to her. A bit solicitously, she turned to face him. Slowly, he descended the few steps and stood before her. He took her face in his hand and kissed her one last time.
"Until our next meeting," he whispered when he released her. Rassia took in a deep breath and smiled.
"Yes. Until then," she replied and headed quickly into the maze of bookshelves. Sephiroth nodded. He always needed to make sure she was coming back, needed to make sure she was addicted, dependent on him. With a smug expression he lifted his vest from the stairs and disappeared from Hallow Bastion.
***Woah!! Mr. Sephi's got a grudge!?!? I only planned on really writing on major affair story, but if you like, or have some more ideas, there can be more. I'll have to have REVIEWS in order to be convinced, though. And if you really like, I recommend "Shattered Affairs" and "Queen of Heartless."