Morning came too early as it always does to kiss various points of Gaia and bring light to the people slumbering as the dark curtains of night to part to admit the rays of sunshine that highlighted our slumbering heroes and heroines.
The morning at Vincent Valentine's found Vincent spooning Tseng while a slightly snoring Yuffie was spooned onto him. All three naked were people were tucked under Vincent's crimson comforter while his programmable coffee maker started brewing to fill his townhouse with an enticing aroma that people were soon going to consume to fuel their departure into the day.
At the Crescent mansion, the sun managed to peek through the dark velvet curtains of Sephiroth's bedroom and glint off of his luxurious hair and pick the chestnut highlights of Tifa's own. He lay on his back nude, Tifa's head was cradled on his breast as if on the softest of pillows and his one arm rested on her side and the other, her shoulder, she wore sleep shirt as she was nestled against him. She had one arm flung over him and one of her long legs was draped over his. They were both covered by warm blankets and the sun decided to flee in shock as it kissed the smile of contentment on his face.
At Angeal's, a highly disheveled Elena was cradled in his arms, her normally immaculately groomed asymmetrical bob a birds nest where she was cradled in the arms of an equally disheveled Angeal. He looked like his hair had been attacked by an eggbeater and his back, some kind of jungle cat. There blankets weren't draping over them neatly like the other couples, but more like in a tangle, covering just bits and pieces of them. The sun flittered over their sexually satiated bodies and then decided to visit another household.
The sunlight settled on the pissed off looking pink clad girl who hadn't slept yet as she hadn't wanted to desert her post in waiting for the man she loved to return from his "date" while her heart leaned heavily towards the other man who dwelt there. She sat at the table in the chair where she had been keep vigil for her false love in the home they both shared. To say she wasn't happy was an understatement, her lips that were only meant for smiling, were pursued in anger and in a thin white line and her clenched fists longed to strike Zack upon his arrival home. Yet her heart longed to go to Sephiroth and finally admit her true feelings for him. He was trapped in a loveless marriage with her supposed friend, that could easily be dissolved and her take Tifa's place as his bride to secure his inheritance. Tifa could return to the love of her life, Cloud and she could give Sephiroth all the love of, not only herself, but of the planet itself and them have uniquely beautiful children that could communicate with it. It sounded like a win win situation for all concerned to Aerith.
Finally, she sent out two text messages, one to Zack to let him know that she was leaving him for Sephiroth and one to Sephiroth saying she was coming over to see him.
The Wake Up
Angeal got up and gazed fondly down at the petite blonde in his bed and felt like had been running a marathon. With his super enhanced body, that was impressive. Elena wasn't enhanced in any way but had somehow had managed to wear him out. Six times, once in her car and then five more times when they got to his place. She had been so needy that their coupling boardlined on violence that they almost broke his bed. She was like no other woman he had ever met, he had never been physically taken by a woman before and found he liked her aggressive style, she certainly took no prisoners.
He got into a t-shirt and lounge pants and padded to the kitchen to start breakfast, deciding to making her waffles, feeling generous after so many years of abstinence. He pulled out his PHS and quickly sent Sephiroth a text.
"Morning Sleeping Ugly,
I had the meeting with Rufus moved to this afternoon as I am tied up in another meeting this morning. See you then.
Geal :)"
He glanced rather guiltily at his message, wondering why he had felt the need to lie to his friend. He had been tied up at one point, that was true. His lips quirked at the memory, Elena was a wild woman, he had certainly been fooled by her sweet exterior.
He mixed up the batter and got an array of fruit out of the fridge to cut up to serve with them and checked to see if there was whipped cream left, he was rather surprised there was any left after last night. He mentally started a load of laundry that included his bed sheets upon her rising from his bed, or perhaps he should just burn them?
Elena got up sore but satisfied and found a folded t-shirt had been left for her at the end of the bed. She hummed as she used the washroom and put it on. Angeal was nice, he was nice she realized. She hadn't expect to end up in Angeal's bed, but he had invited her to his home after their coitus in her vehicle and took her frustrations out from Tseng on his powerful body. She hadn't ever been with someone so powerfully built before and had found it a bit weird at first. However everything had proved to be proportionate on his body and she had certainly deeply appreciated that as he pounded his own sexual frustrations into her, he had proven to be insatiable.
She sniffed the air, something sure smelled good she observed and went to find him making breakfast in a way that indicated he certainly knew his way around a kitchen...amongst other rooms in their tour of his place.
"Morning" she said looped her arms around his waist and giving him a hug. "You're a tiger in bed and can cook, what more can a girl ask for?" she teased him.
"Not much, I lure them with my sexual prowess and then trap them with my culinary skills. Would you like a cappuccino?" he asked her.
"Please" she said.
"If the lady will take a seat, I'll be serving Belgium waffles with strawberries, raspberries and blueberries with whipped cream, I know how you like that...and bacon" he said holding out a chair for her.
"Such service, with most of my one nightstands, I'm lucky to get a cup of coffee and a slice of toast" she remarked as he handed her the small cup, draped a napkin over her lap and leaned in for a kiss.
"Sorry, I'm not the one nightstand kind of guy" he whispered to her.
"Well I wasn't planning for long term" she said with a blush.
"I'll grow on you" he promised her as he set her food before her and sat down to eat his own.
"This is great" she said indicating to her plate with her fork.
"See? You're getting hooked on me already" he said with a smirk at her that she had to admit she found rather endearing.
Tifa woke up and leaned back to study her husband and her own plumper lips curved into a smile to match his own, on impulse she pressed hers against his own cupid's bow as if kissing him awake like he was Aurora and she, Prince Phillip and she was surprised when his lips started responding to hers but went with it. And she softly ran her hands over him so he woke gradually. He blushed when he woke up and realized he was making out with his wife. "Tifa, what are you doing?" He asked her.
"You were smiling in your sleep and I got the urge to kiss you."
"Try to keep your urges to yourself" he said but gave her a slight smile of encouragement and there was no real heat in his voice.
He frowned that when he got two text notifications in a row, he laughed at Angeal's and quickly texted back to Aerith that he could see her in the afternoon after his meeting.
"Do you have time for breakfast?" Tifa asked him.
"It seems I have nothing to do until early this afternoon" he said.
"You should rest" Tifa said.
"I've rested enough" he said as he stretched, just glad to be home and then he frowned; since when did he have a home? Then he realized he was naked. "I should get up. If you could avert your eyes?" He requested.
"You're so modest. I'll get up first" she said and slipped out of bed. "There, now you're safe from my prying eyes. Honestly, you don't have anything on your body I haven't seen before" she teased him.
"Well that's encouraging. The other men you were with had wings?" He asked her.
"Good point, can I get you a robe? I really liked the grey one on you from our wedding night" she said going to search for it and wondered at the flash of pain in his eyes when she looked back at him.
"I threw that one away. It's wasn't my style. If you could just hand me my usual one I would be grateful" he said. "What are your plans for the day?"
" I'm feeding you breakfast and then I have to go out for a little bit. I'm sorry seeing how you just got home and all, I promised Yuffie I would meet her for an early lunch and go over her plans for a joint birthday for Tseng and Vincent. You don't mind do you?" she asked him.
"Not in the least, I'll be back from our meeting by three, I'll make us a special dinner just for the two of us" he promised her.
"You're on" she said as she took his hand as they walked to the kitchen together.
Aerith packed a bag and took it to her office to stow it there, ignoring each text from Zack. She wore her most flattering outfit, it was a clinging black sweater dress, that zipped all the way up the back, black sheer pantyhose and medium heeled black PVC pumps. The dress hugged each generous curve of her and made her look more busty than she was. She wasn't Tifa in the bosom department, but she was no slouch there either. She had ensued her usual pink dresses, wanting Sephiroth to realize that she had grown up. She even wore a touch of lipstick.
Finally she made her way over to his mansion at the appointed time, knowing that Tifa was tied up with Yuffie for most of that day.
She stood in front of what was to be her new home, admiring it, imagining what changes she would make to it. Tifa had no taste. She rang the door bell.
She was actually impressed when a maid opened the door and let her in. Se was shown to his living room and requested and received a glass of wine.
"Aerith, you're just in time. I just got home" Sephiroth said by way of greeting, having changed into a pair of black pants and a dark red shirt Tifa had said she liked on him in preparation of their dinner together. He was actually a little excited at the prospect of spending some alone time with her. Perhaps there would be more kissing involved? That she had kissed him awake had felt oddly erotic and her body being that close to his own and also barely dressed had felt nice. How odd he was getting used to sleeping in the same bed as someone. Their relationship wasn't the clingy sort, but he had certainly had improved in the touching department and actually enjoyed having her in his arms.
"You look very nice" Aerith said.
"As do you, you look very dressed up. Do you have a special date with Zack tonight?" He asked her.
"I left him" she said.
"But why?" Sephiroth asked feeling concerned for his friends.
"We had an open relationship, but I couldn't handle it" she said as tears welled up in her jade eyes.
Sephiroth instinctively reached forward and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry" he said, rocking her slightly.
"But that's not the worst of it, I love someone else" she said looking up at him.
"Then he's a lucky guy" he said. "Does he know?"
"I love you" she said and began kissing him and he reacted by kissing her back, feeling confused at how he had just been thinking about wanting to kiss his wife.
Tifa got home a little after four and went to find her husband, she had gotten a new dress for their reunion night and wanted to show it to him. It was neither shockingly scandalous nor overly modest, it molded itself to her figure and was long sleeves and was knee length, but had a slit on one side that allowed a glimpse of thigh. She knew he liked her in purple and dark reds and thought he would approve of it. She checked the usual places and then headed to their informal living room where he could normally be found reading. She froze in shock to find her husband kissing Aerith.
"What the hell is going on?" Tifa demanded.
Sephiroth opened his eyes and realized who he was kissing to his horror, he had only ever been with Tifa and his body had reacted to the want to kiss her.
"Tifa...it's not what you think" he said, feeling as guilty as anything when he pushed Aerith from him.
"You whore" she cried out and ran forward and punched him, she pulled her aching hand back and realized what she had done and she could only helplessly watch while he teetered, his eyes rolled and he collapsed on the ground unconscious.
"What the fuck?" Aerith said and rushed to his side and so did Tifa.
"Why the hell are you kissing my husband?" She demanded of the girl.
"Please you don't love him, not like me. Sephiroth please wake up" she begged him, cradling his head.
Meanwhile
Sephiroth could only stare down at the child before him wondering where he was. He remembered kissing Aerith, Tifa getting mad about it...and then the lights went out. The child looked to be struggling to get some kind of school uniform on and appeared to be a female in the pleated skirt with knee socks and black shoes she wore. She seemed to be in the process of trying to button her blouse, while pulled her sweater over her head at the same time. "Help me Daddy" she pleaded.
Sephiroth's eyes went wide as his own voice said, "just put on one item of clothing at a time, Tillie" and tugged the sweater over her head. He was shocked when a little disheveled silver haired head appeared and it was all the more alarming when Tifa's eyes stared up at him, she looked to be about five or six years old.
"Thanks Daddy" she said as she smiled at him in a sweet way.
Then Tifa came in "you ready for school yet, shorty?" She asked her affectionally as she picked up a brush and smoothed out her shoulder length hair with it.
"I'm going to grow bigger than you, I might even be taller than Daddy someday" she said with a dimpled pout.
"No one is as tall as your Father" Tifa declared.
"Uncle Angeal is almost as tall as Daddy" Tillie corrected her.
"No more arguing about heights, your Daddy has an important meeting this morning to get to" she chided the young girl.
"I want to be a hero, like Daddy when I grow up" she said, looking up at him with worshipful eyes.
Sephiroth's eyes opened and he winced at the sounds of squabbling females and sat up to observe that Tifa had Aerith backed up into a corner and was giving her no quarter.
"He's taken. How dare you assume I wouldn't develop feelings for him. He's my husband in either case and you have no right to attempt to claim him" she cried at the other girl.
"What do you feel for him, lust? Perhaps you developed a bit of a crush on him? I love him, we were meant to be until you answered his wretched ad. Go and find Cloud, I will give Sephiroth real marriage with children and all" Aerith insisted.
"You want to know how I feel about him? After all of this time spent with him, after all I learned about him, I'm falling in love with him. There are you happy? He's not available for you and your insane fantasies. What is your need to share men with me anyway?" she said.
"You are?" Sephiroth said.
"I am and I would rather kill you than see you with this harlot" Tifa snapped at him. "Why are you laughing?" She demanded when he started to chuckle.
"Aerith is my friend and that is all she has ever been and will ever be to me. I was thinking how much I would like to kiss you tonight and got confused when Aerith kissed me. I was only thinking about you, you aren't going to lose me to her, you're in here" he said taking her hand and placing it on his heart, wordless showing her what his mouth longed to say.
Tifa's heart took flight, "but then you..." She said and then laughed when he suddenly picked her up and whirled her around.
"To have and to hold" he said as his mouth latched onto hers and he felt like his knees would dissolve.
"I'll let myself out" Aerith said as Sephiroth sped them from the room in a blur and then they were in his room.
He lay her on the bed and leaned over to kiss her again, while she leaned up to claw at his shirt, practically ripping the buttons from it in trying to get to him. While he pulled her dress over her head in one fell swoop and looked in appreciation at how she wore only a pair of sheer black lace panties beneath She looked delicious.
Her own hands undid his pants and he shoved the material from himself and then quickly devised himself of his underwear and did some funny hops to rid himself of his socks while staring at her. She was half reclined on the pillows and leaned back on her arms with her famous bosom jutting proudly forward, below them, her waist dipped above her somewhat narrow, but softly feminine hips that led to long well toned legs that were slightly bent at her knees. The only garment she retained were those skimpy panties and he intended to rid her of them in no time.
He got on the bed with her, there was no coercion involved this time, he longed to give himself to her, to drown in her, to take her and possess her. His world shrank down to encompass only her and the soft skin of her body as he touched her everywhere while she did some exploring of her own. He gasped as her small hand found the shaft of his cock and started stroking it, he thought he would lose his mind at the stimulation as she pumped him to steely hardness.
"Darling, let me get you ready" he said and her head melted at the term of endearment he had just called her.
"How are you going to do that?" She asked him.
"I've got this" he assured her with a smirk as he tugged her whisper thin panties from her and leaned forward to place his mouth where they had been, his dreams had taught him how to pleasure Tifa and although he never done this before, he went for it.
Tifa moaned as Sephiroth careful lapped every inch of her slit, paying close attention to her dampening entrance and slick bud of her clit, his strokes were hypnotic. He found her taste to be pleasing and it made his head swim and now he understood what Angeal had been trying to explain to him, that if you cared about someone, you cared about their pleasure more than your own. He could tell at how she was sobbing out his name in a broken staccato way, that her pleasure was about to explode and worried at the hard bud of her sex as the tip of his tongue crested on it until Tifa came undone.
Sephiroth lazily licked her through her orgasm and wiped his lips and leaned up between her parted legs and smiled when she reared up and took his lips in a possessive way, needing to touch him, wanting him more than she had anyone in her entire life. She was on fire for him.
Sephiroth expected himself to want to back away from her but his body welcomed her touches as she fed his heart with her kiss.
He altered his position so that he knelt between her legs, offering himself to her, eager to breach her this time as his emotions ran high and the love he had for her engulfed his entire heart. Her body adjusted to take the sheer size of him in, expecting him to fill her with one single thrust, but instead he gently nudged himself forward, giving her little more than a tantalizing millimeter at a time while continuing to kiss her. His countenance that used to terrify her, along with his glowing eyes, now were all endearing to her as raw emotions chased across his face as he lovingly prepared her for their coitus with a gentleness few would have suspected him of having.
Finally they lay belly on firm belly while he paused to allow her time to adjust to his girth as he stroked his hands along her arms and face, not able to stop looking at her. He remembered reading how a woman was at her most beautiful when being made love to, now he had to agreed as he looked at her animate, flushed visage, her eyes wide with wonder at how he filled her.
Sephiroth almost loathed to move at how she clenched on him and her inner muscles rippled along his length. It was with slow, powerful strokes he took dominance of her body, feeding her every inch he had to give her. They took it slow, savouring the feeling as their sighs filled the room. Tifa's legs were loosely wrapped around him with her knees hooked around his while her feet slid along his calves with their undulations. Her hands stroked along the curve his back to cup the cheeks of his rear in amorous way. Allowing him to take charge.
Their movements were languid as they shifted from position to position and her orgasms seemed to get more powerful with time as he brought her there with his fingers on her clit and careful movements of his heavy tool angled to heavily rub against her g-spot. She cried out his name at the pinnacle of her crisis and it was music to his ears.
It was finally after she was down on all fours with her bottom raised and himself draped over her back that he allowed himself enough friction to get off. He hammered into her from behind in a way that caused his head to swim at the sensation of her internal muscles milking him for all he was worth. The tightening at his groin of his impending orgasm and the stimulating sight of his wife and the smell of their coupling. It was so erotic. He cried out his own release that triggered a final one in her, that an his finger riding the crest of her slick button over and over again until she threw back her head and cried out as her juices drenched him.
"Oh Goddess, why didn't anyone ever tell me it could feel like this? I might have wanted to" he said in a sex groggy voice as he disengaged from her and pulled her against him.
"Want to what?" She asked him with a giggle, the almost god-like beautiful man now had a light pink body blush, his hair was disheveled and his normally guarded eyes were bright with emotion. She thought he had never looked so endearing.
"I might have wanted to have sex" he said in an even tone while looking at her to gauge her reaction.
"What? You can't possibly mean?" she said sitting up in shock and he just slightly nodded to her.
"I know that based on my physical appearance and what rumours were spread about me back in the day, that you probably thought you were taking a harlot to your bed. You were my first, I've never been with anyone until you. I apologize for not telling you, it was too embarrassing being a man of my age" he said unable to look at her to see her judging face in case she laughed at him.
Instead, she forced him to look at her, "it makes sense why you were so upset. Virgins need to know that they are cared about and safe and all I did was use you and I'm sorry. How could you have waited so long?" she asked him.
"When you grow up how I did, there were no pretty young girls to crush on in the lab, there was no time for furtive kisses or playing doctor. The doctors were real and so were their clinical hands as they invaded every inch of my body, nothing was off limits to them and privacy was a luxury they didn't care to give since I was very young. Often those hands reached forward to scalpels and needles that hurt me and I learned not to show them my pain. Many tests were done to me to learn my limits and then my body altered to overcome them until they deemed their work worthy. I certainly received no praise for their achievements because I wasn't considered human by them, I was an it. They took everything I was and made me this. What beauty I possesses was purely consequential and hasn't helped me. I didn't even own my own body, there was only one thing that belonged to me alone" he explained.
"And I took that from you" she said, feeling really guilty. "Sephiroth if I had known, we could have waited" she said.
"I don't regret it now. Perhaps that is the only way it could have happened? You'd probably still be waiting if that were the case. I find I enjoy what we did just now, it seemed...different.
"I do care about you" she said, feeling like her heart was swelling.
"As I care about you, my feelings for you seem to grow stronger as time goes on, I want to give you the love you deserve. Are you willing to wait?" He asked her.
"I am" she said.
They sat at their breakfast table snacking on cheese and crackers. "I'm sorry, I did promise you a special dinner" he groused.
"I think today was pretty special" she said from her position on his lap, they both wore only bathrobes and basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"Yes but I had intended the cheese for an appetizer" he apologized.
"We can have that special dinner tomorrow or any time between now and the rest of our lives. For now, let's just enjoy this moment" she said feeding him a grape.
"Tifa does the name Tillie mean anything to you?" Sephiroth asked her, remembering his dream.
"That was my grandmother's name, well Matilda in full but everyone called her Tillie. She was such a character and my hero, she put up with no nonsense from anyone. I always thought if I ever had a daughter, I would call her Tillie" Tifa said. "How did you know about Tillie? I mean I told you about my grandmother, but I don't recall mentioning her actual name to you."
She frowned when Sephiroth seemed to be frozen in shock at this revelation.
Aerith
Aerith walked into her office, intending to stay there for the night after everything had backfired with Sephiroth and she couldn't go home because she had broken up with Zack. She had been walking in the rain for hours, wandering endlessly and dwelling endlessly on what she had witnessed back there. She sat down at her desk and looked at the lumpy couch and tried to imagine sleeping on it and shuddered. She had neither a sheet, blanket or cushions to even soften it. She didn't even have so much as a sleeping bag but felt too weary to even check into a hotel.
She looked down at her desk and felt like the loneliest woman in the world. How could she have known Tifa had developed real feelings for Sephiroth in so short a time period and him for her? They had looked happy and it was like getting stabbed all over again by his insane self at how it hurt her heart. She couldn't go back to being with Zack, he was so immature and Sephiroth was-married, was a truly married man with a real wife. Aerith realized how foolish she had been disregarding his marriage, in those circumstances with both having to get used to roles neither had ever been in before, but having to play their parts in public; why shouldn't it develop into a real relationship? Certainly if Aerith, herself could find something in him worth loving, Tifa could too and now Aerith was alone again. She suddenly felt like the loneliest being on the planet, like she had switched places with Sephiroth.
She buried her face in her hands and started sobbing, expecting no one to be there this time of night; she was wrong.
"Miss Faremis?" She heard someone say and looked up questioningly to see one of the TURKS who normally guarded her when she was sent on missions, Reno, she had gotten to know himself and his partner, Rude over time.
"Reno, what are you doing here this time of night?" She asked him.
"Doing deliver duty, I had to bring over the props Rufus needs for an important meeting first thing in the morning. Second in command of the TURKS and part time courier" he explained. "Are you alright?" He asked her.
"I'm fine" she said, struggling to repress her sobs. "No I'm not fine" she said as her chin started wobbling and tears streaked unchecked down her cheeks. She was surprised when the was pulled to her feet and slim, but strong arms pulled her against a firm, lean chest. She buried her face into the fine wool of his suit jacket and wrapped her own arms around his solid body and sobbed as if he heart would break as gentle hands stroked her long, wet cinnamon brown locks.
"I'm sorry, I got your suit damp" she said when she finally leaned back and he handed her his handkerchief and led her to the couch and sat her down.
"Don't worry about it. Do you want to tell me what this is all about? You'll find I'm a fine listener" he encouraged her.
Aerith was normally a private person, but his unexpected kindness broke her resolve and she found herself telling him everything. "So I have nowhere to go tonight" she concluded.
"Then come on" he said, picking up her suitcase.
"But where are we going?" She asked him.
"You're staying with me tonight. I only have a one bedroom place but I can sleep on the couch and you need to get into dry clothes" he said.
"But you barely know me" she said in confusion.
"I know you are a kind person who would do the same for me if I was the one without shelter. I can't leave a lady alone to sleep on a Shinra couch that is probably older than you. I promise to be a gentleman" he said. "Let's go" he said to her hesitation.
"Okay, I'm ready for bed" he said, coming out of the washroom where he had gotten into a pair of pajamas similar to the ones she wore.
"I don't like putting you out of your bed" she replied. Finding he looked much different not wearing his normal uniform, goggles and his hair in a low ponytail. He looked quite handsome as his crimson waves cascaded loosely down his back.
"I'll be fine" he assured her. "You sure I can't make you something to eat? I have leftover Wutaian food" he offered again.
"No, I'm not hungry" she assured him.
"Good night then Miss Faremis" he said to her.
"Please call me Aerith" she requested of him.
"Good night, Aerith" he said getting under the covers on the couch, she lay down in his bed and tried to sleep but all she could see was the kisses Sephiroth and Tifa had shared being replayed in her mind until she was shaking with tears again and trying to muffle her sobs. Reno came into his room and pulled her silently against him and held her until there were no tears left.
"You will meet someone, someone who is worthy of you and he will wait until your wedding day to make love to you, with no stupid bargains and no playing around on you. He will be a lucky man" he whispered to her.
"I don't want to sleep alone tonight" she said.
"Then move over" he said, "you're on my side of the bed."
"But I'm a virgin" she reminded him with a blush.
"Sleeping can be simply that and nothing more, you have my word you will wake up a virgin, I would never take advantage of a woman in so vulnerable a state to attempt to make a conquest of her anyway. I'm only a minor cad, not a full blown lothario" he joked as he got into bed beside her. She examined his blue-green eyes to see if he was being sincere and could tell he was.
"Come here" he said drawing her against him and he did nothing more than cuddle her until he lapsed into sleep himself, to be quickly followed by her.
Elena and Angeal
Elena stood before Angeal wearing a heavily cinched leather corset that made her already small waist look minuscule, with black stockings attached to it and thigh high heeled leather boot. He wore only a leather dog collar and looked like he was struggling not to laugh as he was down on his knees.
She toyed with the leather flogger, striking it on the floor as promised, she felt that this exploration of BDSM was turning into an epic failure. Angeal had explained that he was willing to experiment her in most types of role playing and explore whatever kinks she wanted, within reason of course. However, she wasn't to use the flogger on him, he wasn't into pain outside of minor biting and scratching during coitus. "Well slave, don't you want to taste your Mistress? You have to beg for the privilege" she snarled at him, using the handle of the flogger to indicate to her freshly shaven crotch.
"Oh please Mistress" he said struggling to keep the mirth from his voice.
"Then crawl over here like the weasel you are" she said striking the floor again.
"I'm not crawling" he said, getting to his feet and removing his collar but reacted quickly when Elena suddenly doubled over as waves of nausea hit her and she ran to the washroom, tottering in the unfamiliar heels she was wearing and doubled over the toilet.
Strong arms braced her from behind while she helplessly puked and his hand held her hair out of the way and then a glass of water was given to her to rinse her mouth out with. "Are you okay?" He asked her as he led her to the bed.
"I must be coming down with something. I probably just picked up a bug or something" she said dismissively.
"Let's get you out of that outfit, you look so uncomfortable" he said as he swiftly unlaced the back and undid the front clips in no time flat, that had taken her forever just to learn how to do up and wondered why he was so familiar with corsets. He swiftly undid her stockings and with a quick tug to each boot, they came off at the same time. He rubbed sympathetically at the lines left by her stays on her body. "No wonder you got ill, that was cinched way too tight on you" he commented.
"It's nothing" she said, feeling embarrassed.
"Would you like some chamomile tea to settle your stomach?" He asked her as he stroked her damp hair from her face.
"I would like that" she said.
"I'll be right back" he said ducking from the room.
She frowned, why did he have to be so nice? He was a gentle giant with a heart of gold when she had only wanted to use him to get over Tseng. He treated her with respect, sent her flowers, bought her presents and took her to nice restaurants while she weakly protested she was only after his body. He was kind, thoughtful and intelligent with a good sense of humour and as for in bed, he certainly was the self proclaimed tiger he was. Was she getting too attached to him perhaps?
"Here's your tea" he said upon is return.
She sipped it, it reminded her of happier times drinking it with her sister during their shared time of the months and planning their futures, who they would marry and how many children they would have. Her sister was now married and had three children and she had no one "can we go to sleep?" She asked him.
"Of course" he said getting under to covers with her and she snuggled against him, he was all bulky muscles but somehow comfortable to sleep with. "Goodnight Elena" he said kissing her chastely on the cheek and she was soon cuddled around him. He liked how she clung to him so trustingly in her sleep, yet when she was awake, she tried to keep him at bay. But he was wearing her down. It was a novelty for him to be used only sexually by a women ten years his junior and a tiny one at that. Most women in the past, he had a great relationship with and he had remained friends with most after they were over.
He didn't believe in causal dating and genuinely liked the small woman, she was intelligent and very skilled with weapons as she had stated. She was fearless but still not above talking about having to live up to her sister. He found himself caring for her, a lot in fact.
