Title: Corrupted Innocence
Pairing:
Sephiroth/Yuffie
Warnings: oo; none, this story started out as a
drabble thing between me and pingpong867, she brought up the pairing
of sepiroth/yuffie and 'corruption', so you guys can go all thank her
XD
Rating: M
She sat on his lap, legs on either side of his sitting there, looking up at him. Gauntlet gone, the brace on her leg removed, she sat there waiting. As she waited there, she felt naked, even without him staring at her.
-I'm not suppose to be here...-
She tentatively raised her hand and brushed it through the silver hair, amazed out how soft it was, it reminded her about the soft silk her mother used to wear on special occasions. Her hand went from his hair to his cheek and held it. They paused there for a moment, her face turning red under the intense stare before she caught off guard by a harsh kiss.
-I can't help it though...-
Pushed onto a bed that she felt she could drown in, it felt so yielding and yet not, like the old koi pond she used to play in when she was younger, scaring the large and small fish within. Her shirt was removed and her cries echoed in the quiet room.
-He's addicting...like a high potion or even when I find new materia...-
She gasped and held onto him, the soft silver hair pooling around her, creating a screen of silver. Like the old silver and green screen her mother used to have, that was painted with leviathan and tree branches in spring. She winced at the brief pain that pooled below, his breath above her steady.
-I...I need him though, I can't help this feeling...I…-
She was gasping and moaning underneath him as his supple body moved both above and within her. Her back arched when he hit that special spot deep within her, one of her hands moved from his back to the sheets on the bed. Her fingers tightened on the sheet just like she had seen her mother do when she was younger. Except her mother was fighting, she had watched her mother defeat an opponent with quick and decisive thrusts and strokes, her sword gleaming in the light.
-If I told anyone, they would say he was corrupting me, but...but can you corrupt the willing? –
Her back arched one last time before she cried out, above her, Sephiroth grunted and steady himself as he soon followed. Deep in the now warm bed, she felt needed, wanted and warm. Just like she had when the sun rose in the sky and her mother first taught her how to throw a star when she was younger.
