Genesis Part II

The advent of bliss is neither the adjudicator nor is it a result of any superfluous summation of bliss

-AOG-

Was this simply idiocy?

His flesh couldn't have argued anymore. The soft feeling of her body against his sends pure bliss throughout his nervous system. Any past forethought appears to have faded into oblivion as he held onto her lithe frame, practically fragile within his grasp. Her moans pervade his senses once again as they consummate their teetering affair. Thoughts of short cropped hair and lean thighs do little to satiate his hunger. His concentration breaks when he hears her reciting a beggar's mantra.

"…more… more…please"

He stares coldly at the woman in his bed a grim smirk appearing on his face. Climbing off her body he points languidly at the door. He gets a grim sort of satisfaction when he sees her face drop to that of pure discontent.

"… what the fuck?"

"Your services are no longer needed"

Her face becomes a bright red as she huffs in disbelief and then gathers her clothes, pressing them to her naked body. Coffee colored hair gets matted to her neck which she struggles to keep out of her eyes; not to mention the sweat that begins to sting the corner of her eyes. Trying to find some solace in his eyes she sees none and then states what's been beaten into her skull, as she passes him to exit the room.

"That'll be 600 gil."

He then nonchalantly drops the designated pieces of gil into her outstretched hand and slams the door in her face. Gazing outside his window he mutters something under his breath.

"How ironic, a full moon," he languidly utters.

'What is there to contemplate?'

A sudden loud knocking jars him from his grim musings. He opens the door, unaware of the unsuspecting tender hand that will soon lash out at him. The sudden shock soon fades from his face as he stares at morose blood shot eyes. They hold him in contempt as if chastising his libido for some past transgression. Tiny fists beat as his chest, emotion and raw anger reducing once deadly instruments into almost harmless safety scissors.

"I…"

"Don't say anything! I don't want to hear it," she said as she collapsed onto his chest.

Having nothing to say he lets her cry on his chest. She finally pushes him away and then rubs her eyes while muttering something incoherent.

"Hmm…"

"What's wrong with me?" she asks while looking to the ground.

"This has nothing to do with you."

A resounding slap against his cheek attested otherwise, she almost slapped him again but he caught her wrist in anticipation. He could practically feel the rage emanating off of her body. Her red eyes twisted his insides as he could probably assume that she heard them in their 'business transaction.' He had let the pent up stress of the completed mission get the best of him.

Wrenching her hand from his grasp she walked to the door leaving the man an obtrusive spectator in his own room. It would've been easier early on in Avalanche for he hadn't had this problem. He could've nonchalantly closed the door in her face, yet sadly that wasn't the case this time.

"Yuffie, the stress…"

Hearing the slamming of the door in his face was reassurance to his failure in that manner. He couldn't reciprocate her feelings being who he was or what he was. Steadying himself against a shelf near the entrance of his room he placed a hand to his forehead. The surfacing of his inhabitants vying for dominion caused him to close his door and lock the deadbolt. In his decent to the floor he could faintly hear the chuckling of someone far away.

"Tifa, fuck I'm gonna…"

"Vin… Cloud… keep…"

Her moans grew louder and as she reached her breaking point she forgot herself and yelled out in ecstasy. Shocked blue eyes are hit with realization and bodies that were once one, soon separate. The slightly more built body removes itself from the bed gathering his clothes.

He takes one glance at her pleading face only to look away and slam the door on his way out. The lone woman lays naked in the dark listening to the sound of a muffled motorcyle in the distance. Her lover gone, she is surprised to learn that she feels no sadness from his departure. As her mind wanders it finally locks-on on the main cause of her ire. Fingers drift down toward her stomach as a particular image is engraved into her mind. The rest is history as she succombs to sleep induced by her already exhausting activity.

"Vincent," comes her final whisper.

Perched on a winged statue in a darkened city stands a figure dressed in red.

"Finally, brothers and sisters the Goddesses have granted me their eternal gift with which I may bestow upon thee. A new world awaits us as do our guests of honor."

At this he nods to the four figures behind him in which their smiles shine in the darkness.

"We must have all three pawns in order to capture Father."

"Our ransom for his passion, love, and longing will surely be met."

Next Chapter: Longing