Chapter 56. Waking up (M rated).

Elie's POV.

When they got me inside my room again I didn't like what I saw.

There were straps of cloth in their hands, and I instantly realized what that was for. Immobilization.

"You don't need that, I'm-"

"We're just following orders." One of them said.

"It's for your own protection."

I was about to refuse blatantly and demand to know who had ordered such thing, when I saw someone enter the room.

And that someone made me smile widely.

"John!" I said.

Those two orderlies stopped what they were doing at once, and we all resumed staring at Dr. John Medina, who nodded at me, a frown of satisfaction all over his face.

"It's okay, leave it there, we'll see if that's really necessary after I talk to her." he declared, and they nodded at him. "You can go for now, I'll call you if I need to."

They walked away slowly, eyeing me and John with a frown of distrust. I could see they weren't convinced I was absolutely safe, to the point of leaving the boss alone with me, untied.

"It's okay, I'll ring of she misbehaves." John declared, serious. "You can go."

The door closed with a soft click sound, and I took my time looking at John. Wow. I was really, really happy to see him. Alive and well.

"Nice haircut." He said, and I took my hands to my head. Well, it was a fact there wasn't as much hair as before, I wondered when they've cut it. Eventually it would grow at a decent rhythm, and I didn't mind its length was close to my shoulder line.

"Feeling better?" He asked, and I smiled at that friendly face, his shiny brown eyes and that elegance so typical of him when he wore that labcoat.

"Yes." I said, with a nod. "Still, I feel very weak."

"It's understandable. Considering what you've been through."

I sighed, and put myself at ease, sitting on the bed with my back by the headboard, a soft pillow making my position comfortable.

"I'm so glad I'm back, John." I admitted, feeling relieved. "I was so afraid I didn't make it."

I saw John making a face, and he sat in a chair right in front of the bed.

"Well, I am glad you're back too." He said, serious. "Alive."

I blinked, wondering what he might mean with that.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your return here wasn't exactly peaceful." His frown was one of worry as he said the words. "You and the General were… basically dead."

I widened my eyes at him, surprised with his declaration. What?

"It wasn't easy bringing you… and him back. The electric charge inside the PORTAL was immense and rendered you both dead."

There was a pause and I took my time processing John's words. His eyes searched for mine as I tried to gather what had happened, by pieces… and basically failing completely at it.

"How long has it been?" I asked, visibly lost in time.

"2 months." John said, and I shivered as I realized the stupid amount of time that had passed by. "And the General still hasn't awoken."

John's words made me react at once.

"So he's alive?"

John made a face, paused and I thought the world was about to combust as the seconds ticked.

"Yes, but…"

And yet another painful pause. Good grief, John!

"But?"

"I don't know, Hojo is taking care of him, he's the one responsible for him. He says he's doing fine, although I can't see how."

Honestly, I didn't know what to think over that. I couldn't even conceive the slightest idea of the General not going to be fine… eventually.

"I don't know if that's good news… or not. honestly." I declared, feeling a tremendous will to cry. "All I know is… it's heartbreaking seeing him inside that… thing."

John grabbed my hand, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"It's the regenerating tube. It's doing wonders, actually."

I sighed.

"Okay, if you say so." I declared, tired with so much disclosure. "I honestly hope things may… fall into place. You know..."

I didn't end the sentence, and John smiled at me, a knowing smile.

"I know, Elie." He whispered. "I know."

I smiled back, and hugged him. I was so genuinely content, radiant to be back, close to him and… Sephiroth, even if I didn't know what was really happening with him.

"I am very happy to be back John. Really." I said, reeling in the touch of John Medina. "I missed you."

My words were genuine, and I smiled at him.

"Me too, Elie." He said, with a tender tone. "Me too."

Hojo's POV.

I had news the woman was already up, very awaken and well… in a matter of speaking. She had visited my boy once she woke up, the reaction not exactly peaceful when she saw him inside the regenerating tube.

Interesting reaction. I always wondered what she might see in him, the General Sephiroth himself, to feel so overprotective over him. It was like she saw him in a way no one did, and that… made me wonder her limits. Where would she go, which would be her boundaries in what concerned the most feared creature in this Planet. He had the potential, it was a fact.

He could hurt her immensely, in all the ways possible, and I had to admit I would never imagined the great General Sephiroth finding himself in love with someone.

I had always instructed him of the inherent problem with feelings and the weakening, clouding properties of emotional attachment.

However, I had to admit the situation entertained me - kind of. After all, all this was experimenting. I had knowledge of privileged information, namely of the degree of intimacy they had shared already. It's different, when a relation becomes physical.

I knew that on personal experience.

Eleanor Stevens's fascination over the great General Sephiroth was a provocation.

So, I decided to play along… and see where this was headed, since she… both of them were so determined in staying together, to the point of putting their own lives in danger over that. The last PORTAL crossing had been proof enough of that.

I shook my head as I recalled such images. First, it had been the whole blabbering in Sephiroth's sleep; then, the whole energy fluctuations got me very suspicious; and finally I decided to trust my instinct, realizing that something was about to happen, involving the PORTAL.

Thankfully I had been there, or the consequences would have been disastrous.

But, anyway.

I smiled as an idea came up, while I was preparing the General's Mako infusions.

"Might as well try out." I whispered to myself, as I did the math.

I grabbed in ten more doses of Mako and made some calculation, based on the weight, for an average female. Just like… Eleanor Stevens. Thoroughly I prepared the daily dosing, knowing it wasn't exactly what she was on right now… but I couldn't wait to see what the effect might be.

I knew, however, the effects the dosing I was preparing would provoke in the General… and it would be fun to see if she would, obviously, take it.

"Uh, sir?"

I turned to see who on the Planet was, interrupting me like this. Someone dressed in a blue uniform gulped dry at me. It was only an orderlie from the medical area.

"Yes?"

"Uh… I'm here for the meds, Sir."

I blinked at the man, realizing he was actually here for the Mako that would suit the Great General Sephiroth for the next days.

"Don't mind transporting this, young man, I'll go myself thank you very much." I said, the man taking some time processing my words.

I would make sure they both got the Mako I had prepared. The thought amused me, and I laughed as I walked towards the medical area, wondering on how I would confirm if my theories were right.

The safety cameras would have to do.

So, instructions had been given at the Sephiroth's ward… and Eleanor Stevens's medical reservatory had been discreetly… changed.

Elie's POV

Something had changed lately.

The medication I took was scarce, but the infusions with Mako still continued. Once a day, every damn morning they put me that stuff and it slowly flowed for the whole day until the bag was empty.

I had been prohibited to exit the room. I didn't know what had happened, or if it had something to do with Sephiroth, but the thought of something happening to him worried me. Secretly I tried to get some information from the nurses or the orderlies that daily came around me and changed my clothes and sheets every damn day, without success. They were determined in not saying a word to me, and I felt rather dumb and stupid to just simply exist in this place.

I was tired of going in and out of sleeping, and I had the impression John was the responsible for my strange sleep cycle of late. Come on, it wasn't normal to sleep this much.

He, as always, was overzealous concerning my recovering health, but I was actually tired of doing nothing. I felt I was slowly recovering, but… I wanted very badly to know things about the General.

Thankfully, John had been the one disclosing that Sephiroth was out of the recovering tube already, but still hadn't awoken completely.

Well, it had eased my worries for a moment but to be honest I missed him very much. I needed to know what had happened the day he went for me and if he had memory of it… because I hadn't. That day was a total blank for me and I needed very bad to have some… input.

Maybe with the right words, I'd recall the events of that day.

And once again I had lost track of time. I didn't know which day this was, the month, the year... it was all a huge blur for me, as if time flew differently in this hospital of sorts.

My eyes were on the last drops of Mako infusion that had finished, for the day. I sat on the bed and the nurse came at once, to remove the stuff out of my arm catheter.

She smiled softly at me and I returned the smile, taking the opportunity to ask her something.

"What time is it?"

"It's almost dinner time." She answered me, and I sensed an immense feeling of tiredness invade me.

"I'm… I have to lie down."

"Sleep. Call in if you're hungry." She said, as she arranged the sheets and the blanket all over me, and I didn't have the strength to say a word.

My mind and body flew to the land of sleep - a sleep with no dreams.

-/-

I woke up suddenly, feeling strangely warm.

Something inside me ignited me and woke me from slumber, and I wondered why on Earth I would be up… right now.

I took a deep breath, realizing it had to be nighttime - it was far too silence for daytime and something inside me told me that exactly.

I got up slowly, cautious to not make sudden moves, but still happy enough not to have tubes inside my vein. It gave me a sense of freedom, being able to walk along without stuff flowing inside me, for a change.

As I started moving, I sensed something strange… I felt very sensitive. As I walked, the simple moving made me feel all weird, as if I was extremely excited with something. Actually, the right words would be turned on. Very much.

Which didn't make any sense, considering I hadn't been with anyone since the day I was with Sephiroth… months ago.

I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet. Since I wore the hospital gown only, I took my time checking if everything was allright down there. And well, apart from being extremely wet for no apparent reason at all, everything seemed pretty normal.

It was awkward, to feel like that with no stimulation of any sort… my mind flew to Mako, and wondered if it might have something to do with that. However, if I recalled, it did nothing like that to me the first time Hojo put it inside me so… there was no logic to this theory.

The only thing I knew was I felt, somehow, horny, and had woken up - most likely -, in the middle of the night for no apparent reason at all.

So that would leave me with nothing to do but to try and fall asleep again.

I got back to the bedroom, slowly, reaching my bed at a snail's pace. I got to sit by the bed, arranging my gown in place.

"Back to sleep now." I whispered for myself, my left hand searching for the sheets and blanket. However, something made me stop doing what I was doing.

The door opened - my bedroom's door. And someone got inside. Someone I hadn't seen for months.

Our stare locked and I felt a pang in my heart as I realized it was him.

Sephiroth.

He entered the room, in silence, his eyes never leaving mine. Carefully, he closed the door, silently. I took my time realizing he wore a similar gown, like my own. He just stood there, by the door, as if expecting I would say something first.

His eyes shone, in the dim environment of the room. And I was willing to bet mine would too, considering the stupid amount of Mako I'd been infused with for the last couple of months.

"Are you okay?" I said, my voice failing by the end of the sentence.

"Yes." He said, and hearing his voice felt like silk, a sweet memory to my ears only. I didn't know what to say, which was really frustrating now. I had imagined our reunion hundreds of times, imagined what I would say, or do, and now… nothing appropriate came out of my mouth. I just stared at him, delighted at the sight of the General himself, safe and sound after so much time away from him.

"And you?" He asked, and I simply nodded. And, faced with my lack of response, he insisted.

"What is it?"

Oh, right. That.

"Uh…" I started, wondering on how I would describe the way I felt without risking being vulgar or something. "I'm a little… uh…"

"Tense?" He said, approaching me slowly.

I shook my head, taking a deep breath, praying for self-control.

"Not… exactly." I admitted, feeling the bedside giving in to his weight - what meant he sat right next to me. And as I felt the heaviness of his stare on me, I didn't dare to look back at him. Because I didn't know how I would react. However, decency was something my mind seemed not very fond of since I had woken up.

"It's okay if you feel all… fired up." I heard him say, what relaxed me a little. At least, I didn't feel so guilty about it. "Mako does that."

"Does it?" I asked, and dared to look at him. He was close, damn close to me. I sensed his hand enveloping mine, giving it a gentle squeeze, an action that took me some seconds and a deep breath to just think coherently. It was too much. He and all this sexed-up conversation. "That's a relief…" I eventually said, actually feeling relieved for admitting I was in fact fired up, as he put it.

The shine in his eyes didn't let me say or do anything else. In a sudden movement his hand was in my face and his face touching mine.

"Ah…" I gasped, out of words to say. There was no coherence. Everything was so intense, my heart beating fast, it was like I had never touched him in life, as if all of him was unknown to me. I felt like a little girl about to lose virginity.

He didn't say a word, he simply guided his mouth to my neck, sniffed me a couple of times, and then his mouth found mine.

The contact was electrifying. Why was it all so intense? The sensations were overwhelming, rendering my will null as I surrendered to the man that kissed me - softly at first. It seemed like he felt like he was probing, experimenting ground. The kiss started soft, the contact prolonged, driving my senses crazy. Having him so close to me, touching me like this felt surreal - namely after so much time of abstinence.

It didn't take much time for things to change. He paused, faces almost touching, as I sensed him shift, go up and taking me along with him. I could see his strength was there, as always, and patiently waited for our mouths to join again.

There was something primal about his touch, and I wondered what was going through his mind.

"I'm a little fired up myself." He admitted, biting my lower lip. "As you can see."

I smiled at him, determined to close the space between us. I missed him terribly and didn't want to miss the opportunity of kissing him over and over again. I held him and touched him anyway I could, lost in the feelings growing inside of me.

The contact varied, involving tongue and turning possessive as seconds ticked. The kissing soon wasn't enough and I, eventually, realized things were getting out of hand when I felt his touch on my right hip - right, considering I was completely naked underneath that gown - and he must be as well.

And, speaking of which, I felt very well how aroused he was. The feeling was enticing, but I didn't imagine it would be possible to get things on so quickly. Namely because we weren't exactly home. Or, anywhere private.

"We can't-"

"Everybody's out." He whispered against my mouth, with a wicked smile. "I need you, Stevens. Very badly."

His words were my undoing - and I had the feeling he knew exactly what to say to make me surrender to him. There wasn't much I could do right now, but to go along.

Before I could say a word, my gown was off and his too. Slowly we lied on the bed, Sephiroth being careful enough to have me in position. He was massive over me, dominant, and as searched for his eyes I noticed, as he bended towards me, how his hair was shorter than usual. It was still long, but not the same length of before.

A kiss followed, intense and invasive, as I sensed his hands parting my legs. Good grief, if he knew how I felt right now-

"You're very receptive." He whispered, against my mouth and I smiled. "I didn't imagine you'd be like this."

"Neither did I…" I admitted, as I sensed him close contact with me. His skin, his firm body touching mine made me gasp in anticipation, and I closed my eyes as his face touched mine… as he, slowly, penetrated me.

The sensation was incalculably intense, and my body reacted automatically, legs going up and wide, as wide I could offer him. The moment the contact was complete, with no space between us, I moaned against his chin, my face totally up.

All I could think was, the moment he would start moving I wouldn't answer with coherency… or decency. This was too much for me. Really, at all levels.

The movement started gradually, and I sensed him tense above me, which meant I wasn't the only one feeling horny tonight.

He moved with precision, steadily keeping a mind blowing rhythm; seconds ticked, and only the sound of our breathing was audible, mildly mixed with the muffled sound of fluids. Considering the way I felt when I woke up, there would be many facilitating the movement allright. The feeling felt blessing, so unbearably good and amazing, all I wanted was him to keep on, never to stop until all this tension was out of me.

Thankfully his endurance seemed neverending, the constant friction he created rendering my body tense with desire, aching for release and the amazing building feeling slowly growing inside me, a feeling he insisted in feeding as seconds passed by.

It was all too fast, the way my body surprised me. I panted under his hold, taken away with the rollercoaster of contractions. I was overwhelmed with how unsatisfied I felt, even after such powerful release.

My eyes, finally found his as he paused a little, giving me time to refocus. Sephiroth was still hard, erect and very determined to keep on.

Sephiroth's POV

Mako had this very precise side effect on me.

Well apparently I wasn't the only one. I had sensed her easily when I woke up, the Mako she had inside very similar to mine, broadcasting in a very specific way.

The excitement turned into something more carnal right away, and I knew I wouldn't take the pressure if I wouldn't go to her.

All I thought about was being inside her, how amazing it would feel and, most important of all, how relieving it would feel as well. I needed her badly.

Right now.

To say that penetrate her was gratifying was putting it nicely. Consuming the act with her was something that made me feel insanely complete, the need multiplying tenfold as I felt how wet she was, prepared to take me in with such voracity. Her compliance and her will, as she moved to give me more access drove me, secretly, wild.

I had the feeling I wouldn't be able of letting her go tonight. Not until I was fully satisfied.

The need to possess her overwhelmed me, to a point I couldn't see straight. I moved within her, cautious because I wanted to endure as long as possible. As difficult as it would seem, I had to refrain my need of moving too fast - however there wasn't much I could do.

My pelvis had a mind of its own right now, and I closed my eyes as I let myself go, feeling her panting close to my neck. I moved relentlessly, a blessing constrictive wave rewarding me, a sign she had already reached her orgasm. However, I was far from reaching mine - another property Mako had in me, and now Stevens would know firsthand the insatiable part of me.

I kept on, reeling in the feeling she gave me. I was building something intense inside me, her body giving me leverage. There was no feeling of tiredness, no sore muscles - there were no pauses, as the rhythm I had imposed started to change.

I heard her beneath me completely out of herself, her face showing well the effect I had on her. We were slippery, wet and totally committed to each other; I didn't want it to end, she didn't want to get down from her frenzied state.

Something inside me flared, inciting me to speed up. The sensations were overpowering, and I repositioned myself do I could do things properly. The leverage I had lying down soon weren't enough, and I wanted to make this memorable. So I exited the bed, leaving her for a split second, as I put my feet in solid ground.

"Come here, I'm not nearly done." I said, as I took her figure in. Laid down, naked and completely open to me, it was like an aphrodisiac - not that I needed one. The sight was mesmerizing and I didn't take time in penetrating her again. Her body, warm and soft, felt like a provocative potion, about to drive me mad with desire.

The movement almost rendered me boneless and I had to take a deep breath before start moving again. I grabbed her waist, moving steadily as I recalled the details of her body. My hands traveled along her breasts, neck and face, only to finally land right next to her hips.

She sure was beautiful.

I bent forward, our bodies contacting deeply. I moved with greed, feeling her, wanting more as the desire escalated towards the inevitable end, that I didn't want to come but, eventually, would.

Before I knew it the moment was over, as I, with a grunt, felt how an inner explosion made my heart beat faster, my breathing ragged, as a wave of power invaded me. I panted over her, with my eyes closed, mesmerized with the intensity of my own release and the way it felt… neverending.

Gradually I started to feel something but me inside her. Her touch, her breathing, the way her skin caressed mine and how I so fondly remembered the way she smelled.

There was nothing more important for me than the feeble human beneath me.

A/N - Oh, well, hope you enjoyed it :) they sure deserved some quality time together.