Red Equals Passionate

[A glimpse becomes a look; they could not be more different but they still balance each other out. GenesisxRosso; drabble series]

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the FFVII franchise.

A/N: Prompt "Can you quote LOVELESS under pressure?"; it was original meant to be a serious piece involving LOVELESS, Rosso, and in some form, her parents. Then I decided to make it a mature drabble and have them making love...while quoting LOVELESS. But the beginning stumped and in the end this was the result. Enjoy, read, and review!

LOVELESS

He was starting to think that he would have been better off refusing the challenge.

"Infinite in mystery…is the gift…of the Goddess/We…seek it…thus, and…and take to the skies…/Ri-ripples form…on the water's…surface/The…w-wandering soul…knows…no rest."

Had it not been for the pleasant sensations lancing out from his pelvic regions to the rest of his body, Genesis' reciting would have been flowing and constant, not compromised it was right now. The ex-SOLDIER should be grateful that she was considerate enough to take her time but…

Four acts left.

"…No hate, only…joy…/For you are…b-beloved…by…by the G-goddess/Hero…of the…dawn, healer of—please…go faster—of worlds…"

Genesis' plea was totally ignored. This was torture, he was sure of it! Then again…did torture ever feel this…good? And her touch…surprisingly gentle for someone of her character.

"D-Dreams of the…morrow h-hath the…shattered soul/P-pride…is lost…/W…wings s-stripped a…away, the…end is…nigh."

It was clear that the Tsviet was not going to change speeds, not now and not ever. Genesis tilted his head back, eyes closed as he bit back a moan of pleasure. The ex-SOLDIER was not in full control of his mental facilities but once he regained that…whatever vengeance he planned had to be just as torturous as this.

"M-my…friend…do you fly…away now?/T…To a world…t-that...ab-abhors…you and I?/All…all that awaits—I can't seem to decide whether I hate you or love you right now—is a…somber m-morrow/No…matter…w-where the winds…may blow…" Another moan, a bit louder than the first and his hand hovers over her head as he resists the urge to have his entire length in that warm crevice.

Genesis reconsiders it and pulls his hand back, settling for running his fingers through Rosso's hair. The ex-SOLDIER breathes in, preparing to resume reciting the rest of the poem as the Tsviet pleasured him.

"My…friend…y-your desire/Is…the b-bringer…of…of life…/The g…gift…! Of…the goddess…"

At this point the Crimson Tsviet suddenly changed to a faster rhythm which in turn caused him to gasp in surprise as he was reciting the line. By now his concentration was shot so he only turned his attention to Rosso; this silly challenge could wait.

Neither of them noticed the door open or Weiss entering the room. The Emperor did not see them at first either.

"Hey Rosso we need you—what. The. Fuck."

At his voice both Genesis and Rosso regarded him with embarrassed and guilty expressions. Well, at least he did.

Rosso's eyes blazed with simmering anger as she lifted her free hand, which was still covered in one of her gauntlets and made the simple motion of forming a fist with her hand.

"Speak and die…as slow and grotesque as I can make it."

Weiss instantly got the message. "Right, I did not see anything and shall just move on because I forgot what I was going to say." And just like that he was gone.

Neither Rosso nor Genesis bothered to restore the atmosphere in the room before Weiss came along and shattered it beyond repair.