Sleeping with her Enemy
Memories
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
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Her eyes fluttered open as the tickle of a hand against her thigh roused her from sleep.
Fixing her gaze upon the man who had disturbed her slumber she took in his appearance his long silken locks of hair trailing over her golden skin as he moved, his eyes with their mako glow giving them an almost hypnotic quality.
The well-built body, smooth sinewy muscles that rippled as he moved, she traced his face with her hands as if savoring it, taking time over tracing his soft lips.
He kissed each fingertip making her shiver, he could always make her melt with just the softest of touches, could cause the pace of her heart to quicken in a way she had never experienced before and could make the very blood that flowed with her veins thicken with the most smoldering of looks, he made her feel desirable.
She smiled then frowned.
"We have to stop doing this, what if we were caught," she said lifting to a sitting position her complexion paled at the thought, he chuckled softly in reply to her obvious display of foolish worry.
"Would it really matter that much if we were" he said amusement danced in his eyes.
She batted him with her hand and laughed at his look of mock hurt, she sighed deeply her thoughts troubled, and how could something so wrong feel so right? How could something that should never have been allowed to progress have become the only source of happiness she had ever really known?
It was beyond her.
Just as her thoughts were about to become deeper, he tackled her pinning her body to the bed, held there by the strength of his own, she loved being like this, loved how he made her feel small and feminine yet so very protected.
His cool eyes took in her blushing face, her gaze that seemed to dance and pouting lips, the way her dark hair fell over her shoulders in a cascade of wavy silkiness, the satiny smooth skin that felt so smooth wrapped around his own heated flesh.
He was consumed with a fiery love for this woman, who had captured his heart without him even realizing she had wanted to ensnare it.
But he could never truly be with her, he knew that he was only a part of her life because of the void she needed filled and that he was only here until the time came where his position would take him away from the comfort he had always found in her arms.
He had never told her that he loved her, within him was the fear that she would not be able to say it back; his heart wouldn't be able to take the rejection.
He inched his lips closer to hers and smiled as her eyes closed and her lips parted eagerly awaiting his kiss, with an invitation like that how could he not comply, placing his lips on hers he felt heat rocket through him and he gave himself to the flames that easily seduced and consumed him whenever he touched her.
Oh Tifa his mind cried out I love you so much.
Much later Tifa looked down into the sleeping face of her lover, he looked so innocent, with his long lashes resting on his cheeks and complete ignorance on his face.
Brushing her hand against his cheek and burying her face in his silken hair she smiled, this man had given her everything she had ever dreamed of without ever knowing she had dreamed of it, had shown her raptures she had never thought could exist for a girl like her.
"I love you," she whispered against his silvery-white locks, she wished that she could say the words to him when he was able to hear them, but she knew that there were factors involved which prevented her from bearing the deepest secrets of her own heart.
"I love you Sephiroth" and with those words on her lips she fell into a deep and untroubled sleep.
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Three years later
"Tifa you ok?" Cloud walked over to where she stood looking out at the ocean the wind whipping her hair, her eyes had a faraway look about them as though she were not really there, as though she had gone to a place were nothing could touch her.
She was beautiful he thought to himself, he'd always thought so he'd just never told her, at 16 she'd been a temptation to him but now at 21 she was beautiful, hers was a beauty that no amount of maturity or sorrow or hardship could touch and he longed for the day when he could claim her as his own, to show her what he had hidden in his heart for so long.
But since they had gone on their quest to look for Sephiroth she'd been distant and withdrawn.
She turned and directed her gaze at him and although it appeared she was looking in his direction Cloud fancied that she was looking straight through him as though he were not there.
"I'm fine," she said with a smile, but only Tifa knew she was lying, her eyes were strangely dry but she knew that the tears would come later for now she would show her friend that she was strong, that she was the determined person he had always known her to be, no matter how much she was screaming inside.
Oh Sephiroth her mind cried out how could you leave me without saying goodbye? How could you leave before I'd even told you I loved you?
It was the reason she had joined up with Barret, she knew that their quest would lead her to the truth; she needed to know the truth so she could finally restore the fractures that had long ago began to take up residency on her heart.
Now with the crew of Aeris, Cloud, Red XIII, Vincent, Yuffie and herself she knew that it wouldn't be long until she found him, she clutched the locked that hung around her neck a present from him; she'd never opened it in front of the others, wanted the secret part of her past to remain untainted by what they would say if they knew.
She didn't want them to see the picture of her and Sephiroth inside, but also a part of her was afraid, afraid that she might open it and find that the cherished picture was gone, just like the man it portrayed was gone from her life.
It was her special memory for her and her alone.
Alone; god how she hated that word with a passion that threatened to consume her more and more each day, hated all that it stood for she hated it because that was what she was, alone always alone.
She knew that without him in her life that was all she would ever be, single…alone… never a pair, with that the tears that she had fought so hard to control came pouring down her face hidden from view as the wind continued its onslaught causing her raven hair to whip more intensely about her face.
She was broken and she was alone.
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Taken from the Song Memory from one of my favorite musicals 'Cats'
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Hope that you all liked that. I wrote this last year and only recently found the floppy disk with it on; anyway please review and I'll have more up soon so in the meantime just enjoy.
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