The next morning, I woke up seeing Sephiroth soundly asleep like a baby and I couldn't resist the sight of it that I just bit my lip and let out a stifled giggle because he looks so adorable when sleeping!

He snuggles closer to me, I could see that he retracted his wing, I comfortably rested my head on his shoulder and placed my hand on his beating chest—I felt his heartbeat, it was calm and unfaltering—I watched the steady rising and falling of his breathing, the temptation that his lips were effortlessly giving out and the thin locks of his hair resting over his shoulders.

I tossed and turned over him, stared at his sleeping face and leaned forward carefully so as to kiss his forehead. I sat up, letting the sheets slide from me and I looked for my phone which I realize that I didn't bring it last night when I went to Satozuki's—I remember that it was hidden in my bedside drawer—when I found it…

15 in total of missed calls from Satozuki and Yoshino.

8 texts from Sato-chan and 5 from Yoshino.

Wow, I didn't realize that last night—I guess I was too preoccupied with Sephiroth in bed, I never even thought that he would be that… playful.

I unlocked my phone to read the messages in full, one by one I opened them and read them and while reading them I'm already mentally constructing a summarized reply. I started with Satozuki's texts and I sent my reply which is a slightly long one that almost required a second message slate, then I switched to open Yoshino's conversation with me and then did the same thing—when I finally checked all there is in my phone, I set it down on my bedside table and rubbed my back.

Oh God, I got an ache right there.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I felt Sephiroth's hands gently clutching onto my back and it made me flinch—especially at the spine.

"Relax, it's just me." He coos.

"Good morning, Sephiroth."

He greeted me with a long, warm kiss on my back and his arms coiling around my waist; he pulls me in closer so that he could rest his head on mine.

Let me remind you that we're still both fully naked.

"So, how was last night?" he asks.

My hands found his biceps, my thumb and fingers ran on his smooth fair skin, detecting the curvatures of his toned arms and I caressed his fine jawline as I replied, "It was perfect."

"Hmn…"

"How was your sleep?" I asked this time.

"Peaceful." And he added a soft kiss on my shoulder.

I groaned at the slight pain I made as I attempted to stretch a little and he obviously noticed that.

"Something hurting?"

"Yeah, just a bit…"


Narrator's POV

Sephiroth's eyes wandered on Asahina's bare back, he uncoiled his hands from her waist and his fingers tried to detect where the ache is coming from; his thumb presses an area on the right side of her back near her spine, he gradually put some pressure on it and she flexes up her spine with a short withdrawal of breath.

"I suppose this is it." Sephiroth.

He proceeds into massaging the area where he found and assumed where her ache is, he begins to create a certain pattern of his own as he begins to caress her entire back and then his fingers slipped upwards to her shoulders and began stroking her.

His hands delicately pressed her muscles and Asahina exerted stifled pules whenever he hits a sensitive spot. He loves it whenever she flexes and moans at the same time, he smiles seductively whenever he sees her back tenses and relaxes a few seconds later—Sephiroth's lust for Asahina didn't leave him, today is just a mild taste first thing in the morning.

With every pressure he puts on her, his love hands caressed her tenderly and seductively.

"Sephiroth…" she weakly mumbles as his thumbs stroked and traced the lining of her spine.

"What a sensitive little girl." He teases.

His left hand hastily slides under her arm and grabs her lower abdomen as he prepares to play with her again; rapaciously he licks her back, her shoulders and ultimately her nape—which he found out to be one of her erogenous weak spots. His hand lifted up to her lips, indicating her to lick and wet it, he peeked over her shoulder as he watches Asahina salaciously sucks his fingers and drench it with her spit, she holds onto his wrist as she licks his pointer finger—she looks to her shoulder and at the corner of her eye, she sees him eye-to-eye—he gently takes away his hand from her mouth and as they fix their eyes onto each other he licks his finger alluringly and combines his own saliva with Asahina's on his fingertips.

"Let me remind you, Asahina—you are mine." He tells her in his charismatic yet seducing tone as he simpers.

His wet fingers went their way down to her lower abdomen until they reached her clitoris, he played with it as Asahina grips onto his bulky arms while she contracts herself, his middle finger was searching for her hole so he adjusted his arm some more to let his finger reach its goal—then half of his finger's length entered her and she squirmed as she pules with the same satisfaction that she had last night.

He picks her up so that she sits on his lap while her legs are spread for him—and only him—and continues to goad her with his perfect rhythm that she loves so much. She tilts her head up, exposing the side of her neck with a vein throbbing with excitement and beads of sweat trickling down that baited Sephiroth's covetous mouth to esuriently suck on her tender fair flesh.

"Don't…" she pleads as she feels her climax already building up to the peak.

"Don't what?" he taunts as he continues.

Originally, Asahina wanted to hinder him from fingering her but these words escaped her mouth instead, "Don't stop."

"As you wish." He coos.

He continues, making his pace alternately fast and slow until Asahina climaxes as she cries out. Her sap leaks out of her and coats Sephiroth's fingers like what happened last night, greedily he licks his fingers with her nectar dripping on it; she rests and pants for air as he licks his fingers clean and coats it with his own saliva as well, he aims for her breasts and plays with the erection of her nipples—slightly pinching it and rubbing it while his spit drips onto the flesh around her nipples.

He softly caresses her breasts and traces the valley between them playfully, Asahina watches the smooth movement of her Sephiroth's love hands glide and dance on her creamy skin.

"I'll just go wash up…" Asahina gently nudges as she tries to stand up, Sephiroth's hands slid to her arms and brushed the entire length of her arm as she stands and slowly walks away from the bed to the bathroom.


Sephiroth's POV

My hands were slipping away from her luscious skin as she walks away to the bathroom. From where I'm sitting, I watch how her hips move as she walks and as her personal pervert, I stare at the apex of her butt and I chuckle.

As she entered the bathroom, I rubbed my temple and images of what happened last night flashed into my head. I have to admit, it was really satisfying. In truth, I was half-expecting that Asahina would be that… submissive; but what caught me was her domination over me and I smiled to myself as I recalled it with my imagination.

She left the bathroom door slightly ajar. I wonder what is she indirectly implying?

As I heard the tap squeak and the water running, I stalked to the slightly-open door and found her already sitting in the tub as it fills up. Steam fogged the bathroom as she looks up blankly to the ceiling, I chuckled a little at the sight of her looking so innocent in the bathtub; I dared myself to enter the bathroom, she turns her eyes to me walking up to her to the tub, I sat down on the rim of the tub and dipped my hand into the water—playfully creating ripples on the space between her chest and thighs as she adjusts herself slightly into a fetal position.

"What are you doing here?" she mutters as she stares at my hand rippling in the water.

"You." I firmly answered and it was enough as an answer for her to understand.

"Do you want to dip in?"

I looked at her and I read through her eyes, eager for me to come dip myself into the tub with her and I did but I tested her as I sat on the opposite side, she pretended that she didn't mind me sitting on the opposite when in fact she was expecting me to sit on the same side as her—and let her rest on me.

I leaned my back gently on the wall of the tub and fixated my eyes on her, mentally teasing her but she resisted—for how long?

She sits up from her resting position, crawls closer to me only to turn off the tap—which happens to be on my side—and let out a coy little smirk as she leans back to her side.

"For how long can you stand me?" I muttered in the silence of the bathroom.

"As much as I can." She answers.

She resisted me for merely ten minutes—just ten minutes—and she scooted closer to the rim of the bathtub as if implying that the space right next to her is available for me.

"This space is vacant in case you want to." She scoffs as she avoids my gaze.

To her desire, I finally got off my side and crept to her but before I could lie down right next to her, waterdrops dripping from my chest plopped down on her, the droplets sliding down and becoming one with the fill of the tub; she turns her head to me, readjusts herself into a lying position and her right hand cups up water and pours it on my head as if baptizing me—she smiles when a drop of water fell to her cheek and giggled lightly, then she pulls herself closer to me to playfully kiss the water dripping from my jawline until she followed the trail of clear beads to my lips.

This girl is cunning.

I gently lied down right next to her in a sideway position while she still lies down face-up and spooned her as my hands dipped into the water and found her waist.

"Why did you even come here in the first place, Sephiroth?" she mutters as the water's ripples faintly make noises.

"I want to be close to you—constantly. Is that enough of a reason?"

Her hand dripping with bathwater searches for me as she did not take her eyes off the blank and empty ceiling; her palm lovingly touches my cheek, her fingers lightly fiddled with my earlobes and her shoulder blades nudged as she tries to snuggle her back against my chest—I pulled her closer and tighter to me—and her eyes wandered to her right and found me staring back at her.

"Yes—yet it's more than enough." She whispers.

I secured her cheek with my hand and pulled her close to me, passionately and tenderly our lips reconciled, I dared my tongue to enter her mouth and explore it again—I'll never get tired of it—and I felt her breasts press onto my bare chest and I suddenly got a hard-on but I'm not complaining.

She withdrew from the kiss but she didn't pull away far from me, a small space was the only gap between us and the tips of our mouths were touching each other—playfully teasing and luring us, seeing who lasts longer. She cups her hands again, filling it with water and pours it on my shoulder and the stream splits up as it drips on my chest and my biceps yet her fingers followed the droplets that streamed to my arms, the paddings of her fingers were so soft that it somehow stimulated me.

And now I'm feeling the same ache as last night.

"Asahina, I'm aching again…" I muttered.

She took hold of my hand and licked it while looking straight at me and since we're at such a close—and claustrophobic—proximity, the sight of her suckling my fingers made me harder and she nudged her lower abdomen to mine and I felt her inner thigh hit the tip. She bit her lip as her mouth curved up into a sly smile and continued to suck. When I couldn't control it any longer, I sat up and brought her up with me and felt her ass on my thighs; she gasps and I settled her on my lap with her back facing towards me and even though her saliva would dissolve once I dip my hand into the bathwater I didn't care because I played with her cunt fervently as I fondled her breasts and nibbled her back.

My tongue laps on the dewdrops on her back, licking them clean and at the same time hitting her sensitive spots there and then lip-lock on her shoulder running my tongue left and right at the length of her small shoulders. Her perky breasts pressed on my palm as I grab them with my whole hand and fiddle with her clit as her knees flinch with excitement.

Drawing out shallow and rapid gasps as I hit her weak spot inside her, her leg managed to grab onto mine as I passionately plant kisses on her sexy back while I prod her. I quickened my pace when her moans were beginning to sound wanting and climatic, she's getting close…

"Ahh, so fucking good! Sephiroth, keep going!" she cried as her waist nudges and her back flex.

"Are you coming?" I huskily blurted despite having Asahina in ecstasy.

"Yes…!"

I stopped poking her, took my fingers out and replaced it with my cock and gave out a louder moan—music to my ears.

"How's this?" I gave it a good rock into her, pushing it through her cervix hard and deep.

"Oh shit…! So big…" she gasps. "Yes, Sephiroth…! Ahh!"

"That's right, Asahina. Take it all in."

I manually spread her legs as I grabbed onto the sweet curves of her inner thighs, as she sits on me I grabbed her by her love-handles and she starts to ride me; I love the way she moans, I pressed her close to me so I can still nibble her smooth back, my arm braced across her chest and secured her as I clutched her upper arm—taking hold of it as support as she bucks up and down. I was driven madly with her arousal as she grinds me and I felt myself almost at the climax, I nudged for her as her pace grew, her moans got louder as I fondled her some more—I came first and then hers mixed up with mine. I took her hand, slipped my fingers through the spaces between hers and she limply lays herself down on me, resting herself on my torso as our hands intertwined tightly.

I saw her toe rise up from the water and pressed that button that opens up the drain in the tub and the water gradually decreased at the minute.

"One last shower and we're out." She coos.

And when the water was finally gone, she sits up from me to twist the tap of the shower and fresh water sprinkled on us as she returns to me back to the same position.

Her breathing turned from labored to relaxed, she tossed herself sideways to deliver a lustful lick into my mouth—which I gladly receive and welcomed into me, greeting it with my own tongue and bit the tip gently and playfully before she could pull it out—our lips locked for a long period of minutes until we both subsided from our lustful selves for each other, I wanted our kiss to last longer and I embraced her with both of my arms as she cupped my jaw with one hand and caressed my cheek.

This…

This is what I have always wanted from her. I wanted her to love me… and now I have it in my arms.

We slowly withdrew from each other's lips and then she took me by the hand and we both got out of the shower, she turns off the tap and I wrapped her with a towel—thanking me as she wraps herself up and then grabs another to hang it on my shoulders. Not exactly where it should be but the thought of her doing so was sweet. She squeezes her hair tight to sponge out the water that is still probably absorbed her orange locks and I suddenly hugged her from behind—for some reason, I wanted to.

"Asahina…" I muttered, not showing out that malicious tone anymore.

"Sephiroth?"

"You love me, right?"

She turns to me and gently takes hold of my arm so as to comfort me, "Of course I love you—I always will." She smiles innocently.

"But… will you stay with me?" I stuck my eyes on her, trying to tell her that I'm serious and my heart was racing wildly as I anticipate for the answer.

Her palm delicately pats my chest, calming the storm inside me.

"I'll never ever leave." She seals that promise with a kiss and I rewarded her with the tightest and warmest embrace.

She's the only person to see past my violence. Saw the insecure little child in me. She's the only one who understood me when all those other futile humans did not. She saw what I yearned and she willingly gave with no strings attached.

Only she loves me the way I love her.

In truth, I really thought that she would never notice me at all because she seemed too preoccupied with him, which made me more insecure as he coddles her up… But I was not really expecting her to come to me and welcome me openly. She made such an impact to me that it secretly touched my soul.

What I felt for her—I'm purely certain it is true. And I wanted to prove to her that I was better than Cloud. I wanted to show her that I hold her dearly and that…

I really love her. More than anything.


Whew! Well…

My words have failed me on this one...

So cheesy though and I like it xD

But! It was fun writing this while I was chatting with my besties—and fellow Fangirls—because we were coming up with SO MANY scenarios with husbandos that I just couldn't help but flail wackily whenever they mention Sephiroth and/or Cloud! X"3

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this lemon of mine—it's a first for me actually because… yeah XD Hahahaha xP

You guys are free to comment as well :D

Xielle.