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Author's Note: Chapter Twenty-Three...PLEASE review as I really enjoy reading your views and they inspire me to get better! It would make me very very happy! Anyway stop reading this and get on with reading the fic! Hope you enjoy! :)
Warning: Following Chapter contains Mature content.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Rain-Stained Skin and Raw Words
The rain pattered heavily against the hard concrete, and bounced off their skin, whilst the rest formed small pools as the downpour refused to cease.
How had they gotten there?
It was a mystery even to him. With all his confidence, with all his persuasive abilities, he still hadn't expected this. It was surreal. He felt dizzy, and confused, though the sheer desperation in him pulled his senses out just enough for him to control the surge of primal instincts that were rapidly cloaking his rational mind.
"So Miss. Lockhart, what will it be?"
That question. He hadn't even been sure as to what he was actually asking her. He was just asking...
They shouldn't have been doing it like this. It wasn't his style.
But when she'd offered herself, how could he refuse? How could he do anything other than...
"Ok."
His gaze narrowed slightly in a veil of questioning disbelief.
It was cold there; the wind whipped up the rainfall and showered them with sharp, icy blades. But neither seemed to care very much; there was more at stake here than their comfort.
The goose pimples were evident across her shoulders, her forearms, and all he could think of was were else they might be...
"Pardon me?"
She began to fidget nervously beneath him.
"I...I said..."
Her crimson-tinted gaze flickered as it came to rest on his own.
"I agree; let's stop this charade."
Why had he taken her there? The roof of his 'greenhouse' was hardly acceptable. Yes it was walled, and private enough to not be overlooked by any hospital workers on their breaks; he'd made sure to make it cut off from the rest of the building and he'd also made sure to instil enough fear into the workers to make sure they wouldn't ever dare trespass there.
But it was uninviting. Cold, grey, rough; the only shelter coming from the wild flowering that he'd allowed to grow there, untamed.
He wasn't making this easy for her. In fact, it seemed he wasn't taking many of her feelings into account at all. Though that didn't mean he hadn't noticed them.
She was nervous. Her grasp yanked at his tie, and she fumbled with his jacket; her fingers finding buttons a challenge as the rain and the cold numbed her senses.
It wasn't a 'first time' for either of them, but it was their first time together and that was enough to merit some fear; not that he would display his own of course.
As his jacket fell to the floor, she pushed herself closer to his frame; tip-toeing unsteadily.
His gaze was too near to her own to really see her, but he felt her lips brush carefully against the corner of his mouth, as if testing his response.
Her tentative actions were too slow for him to bare. He could barely keep his control in check, and the way her body was hovering before him, along with her vulnerability... it was too attractive, too enthralling.
For a moment, Rufus gave in to his primal urges and before she could lay another one of her gentle kisses upon him, he had her pushed roughly against the hard stone wall; the air seemingly knocked out of her from the unexpected impact.
She hardly had time to recover before his lips came crashing down upon hers. It wasn't careful, or affectionate. It was desperate, violent, dominant. He was meant to be controlled, but the urgency in the way he touched her was anything but.
His fingers roamed over her back, down her sides, across her neck; never letting up for a moment.
Another crisp stroke of wind lashed past them, though neither had the courtesy to shiver.
Tifa struggled to catch her breath between the male's feverish kisses. Her lips were permanently forced open as his tongue refused to relinquish its hold on her own. It was a small battle that she was nowhere near to winning.
His left hand entwined itself within her rain-drenched hair, as his right hand slid down from her cheek to brush against her breast, before flicking his thumb over her hardened nipple, which seemed even more sensitive when covered by her drenched t-shirt, as she trembled with the intense sweep of pleasure that racked her body.
As he continued his ministrations her responses grew more untamed, and every rough moan that hummed in her throat only increased the heat that had begun flaring in his lower regions quite some time before.
With every passing second he found it harder and harder to restraint himself, and soon enough he made to satisfy some of the raw impulse.
He swiftly released her mouth and trailed a line of small, hectic kisses down to her neck, where he bit down upon the delicate skin, much too hard than was comfortable for her, but it was oh so gratifying for him.
His tongue darted out to lap up the small trickle of blood that he'd drawn from her, and he soon found the taste of iron mixed with rain and sweat playing on his tongue. It was strangely enticing.
His companion whimpered in a mixture of pain and exhilaration as he continued to nip at the now raw skin, and her palms pushed uncertainly at his chest; her small frame becoming more and more trapped, though he made no move to release her.
Instead he brought his lips back to her own, where he murmured against them.
"Relax. I'm not going to-"
He stopped at the realisation of what he wanted-...what he was about to say. He knew his control was gone, but he couldn't allow himself to be 'comforting'. He just needed to have this. He needed to have her now. He didn't understand why, but he just had to...
For a moment his voice caught in his throat, though with a great amount of sheer will power he managed to control himself.
"Is that your decision then?"
He searched her face for any sign of deception or trickery. But all he found looking back at him was a nervous, young girl, almost afraid of rejection, even though it had been him who had propositioned her.
She swallowed softly.
"Yes."
He lightened the pressure on her wrists as he lifted himself backwards; freeing her to advance and prove herself.
Hesitantly she lifted herself forwards so she was almost sitting, though his back was still resting against her thighs and ever so slowly she slide her jacket from her shoulders.
Her brow furrowed questioningly.
"Not going to what?"
The motion of the heavy fabric falling down her arms to pool on the floor behind her, coupled with the soft, nervous anticipation etched upon her face was enough to make any man lose his restraints.
Rufus looked down at her, lost in his own little world for just a moment, before assaulting her with a barrage feverish, almost violent kisses.
"Miss. Lockhart, do you know how long I've waited for this? Do you have any idea how much I've wanted you? How hard its been for me not to push you up against the nearest wall and fuck your brains out?"
Her cheeks flamed at his brutally honest confession.
"You...you don't normally...talk like this."
"I just needed to warn you...once this starts..."
He drew back a degree as his gaze slowly trailed along her body, with an intensity that was enough to still her breath.
"I may not be able to stop."
He had never taken much notice of females before; true his life had been scattered with many attractive women, all of them trying to get on his 'good' side in the hopes of getting their hands on his wealth and power, or doe-eyed admirers who looked at him as some kind of God; neither type really playing much to his inner disposition. Of course that didn't mean he hadn't taken advantage of their willingness. After all, he was still a man.
But this woman was different.
She was so normal, so undesirable, in terms of her class, her history, her personality. She wasn't demure or successful. She was just a woman.
And looking at her now; the way her eyes burned with every raw emotion that flared, the way her neck was red, and glistening with blood and his own saliva, the way her clothes clung to her skin as the rain saturated the fabric.
It was like looking at a goddess incarnate, who couldn't possibly know the effect she had on someone like him.
Without warning he twisted her within his arms and latched his mouth back to the reddened skin of her neck; the pressure receiving another gasp from the female.
Whilst one hand kept her firmly in place against his body, the free hand crept up to the collar of her t-shirt and all but ripped open the buttons; his fingertips proceeding to trace a path through the valley between her breasts that were still contained within her bra.
He couldn't wait any longer.
Rufus turned her back around to face him, though when his hands fell to the hem of her skirt, Tifa began to fight against his grasp.
"Wait-"
"What?"
Part of him was so terrified that she would attempt to refuse him now, that his response came out harsher than was necessary.
She diverted her gaze, as it flickered with a confused panic.
"I-I don't know-"
He claimed her mouth with his as an opinion to silence her, and it worked for a few moments before she wrestled herself free once again. Her chest heaving as she tried to control both her breath and her body.
"This is...it's just too fast, I-"
He drew back from her frame; his icy gaze piercing through her with a chilling ease.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I-I don't know what you mean."
"Do you want me?"
Tifa paused for a moment as she observed her companion, before she made her response; her voice sounding at nothing more than a whisper.
"I wouldn't be here otherwise."
That was all he needed. His hands laced around her waist and hoisted her up against the boxed in air duct; the rain trickling down the side of her face, and dripping smoothly from her chin.
"Then..."
His fingernails teasingly grazed the skin up to her thigh.
"...stop talking."
There was no foreplay here. It was just intense, fury driven passion. He needed her, and there was no time for anything else.
He was being selfish and he knew it, but he couldn't care less.
As his cold hands found their way to cup her buttocks, and drag her that little bit closer to him, another gasp choked in her throat.
She wasn't ready, she wasn't prepared, but he really couldn't wait.
All the warning he allowed her was the sharp 'zip' as he undid his trousers, and the rough pressure as he carelessly tugged her underwear aside, before he rather unceremoniously directed her weight onto him.
Her body seemed to stiffen, as she grabbed for his shoulder. She was wet and aroused, but that wasn't enough to help her here.
Any grace that had been held in his movements before was gone with the arrival of the enormous pressure he placed between her legs, that pushed unrelentingly into her.
But he still wasn't really allowing her to fall into step with his actions, but rather hurry to catch up.
A small whimper escaped her lips but was silenced with his mouth as it crashed against hers; his tongue sliding across her lips alternating with feverish nips of his teeth.
He knew he was messing up here, he knew this wasn't want she'd expected, what she really wanted.
He didn't know if she was feeling the same amount of sheer, raw pleasure, or if she was as close to orgasm as he was, but he wanted her to at least feel something other than the desperate confusion she must have been experiencing.
Rufus paused in his ministrations as he shifted his position ever so slightly, before slipping himself back between her legs. She flinched again, but this time, when he thrust into her, his length pushed up against the small bud of sensitive nerves above her entrance.
She groaned as an acute shudder of pleasure shot through her, and with each thrust he gave, he made it more potent, and more overpowering than before and soon she was clawing at any part of him she could get her hands on for support; earning many groans of encouragement from him.
All the passion, all the frustration, all the anger, all the desire he'd felt for her in those past few months was now being released upon her in its rawest form.
Every thrust from her hips, every brush of her skin, every moan from her lips threatened to pull him deeper into uncontrolled bliss and soon he was teetering on the edge.
Some part of him wanted to wait for her. But he couldn't. He was far too close, and after a moment a rough, unrestrained cry sounded into the air, and he shoved himself so tightly against her that she could do nothing but release another gasp and cling onto his shoulders.
"Tifa..."
Rufus grasped at her hips, as he ground and rocked against her with suppressed grunts as he released into her.
As both of them stilled, a soft howl of wind encircled them, and soon after the female's body collapsed against his own, whilst he lowered his forehead to rest upon her shoulder; both of them physically and emotionally spent.
A soft splash sounded as he stepped up behind her seated form, and draped his jacket across her shoulders.
She just sat there, motionless; her eyes the only thing betraying her. The only thing showing she was alive. They were fixed, thoughtful, but also pained.
They had been so close a moment ago, but now the divide between them felt so great.
He had already re-positioned his remaining clothes, whilst she had straightened her skirt, and attempted to pull her t-shirt together, though its buttons were truly beyond repair; his jacket being his only token of apology.
The rain had long since stopped, but there were still trickles of moisture running down her skin, though he couldn't tell if they were from her hair or her eyes.
His gaze observed her for a moment, before he lowered himself to her level and tapped her chin with his finger.
She all but flinched at his touch.
Rufus grunted; his brow lowering in a mixture of confusion, anger and concern.
"What's wrong with you?"
Again, his words had sounded harsher than he had intended.
When he received no response he made an effort to return his tone to the smooth confidence he used everyday.
"Miss. Lockhart."
Only a minute ago he'd been calling her name in the midst of a heated release, and now it was back to formalities.
Again no response, and he could only think of one reason why she was acting this way.
"You said you wanted this."
He viewed her like an adult might view a child who'd just shoved an entire ice cream into their mouths after they'd just been warned of the uncomfortable consequences.
"Don't act like I forced you into this."
"It's not that."
Her voice was weak, and it surprised him. She wasn't trying to put up a fight, or rage at him for his actions, she merely gathered enough energy to utter a few words, and used the rest of her willpower to keep her gaze locked on the concrete.
His brow furrowed again, as only one other thought came to mind.
"I'm not the emotional type."
He rose swiftly and walked over to the wall on which he leant himself.
"If you're looking for cuddles and sweet talk you're in the wrong place."
He was regretting every word as it left his mouth, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.
After a few more moments of silence, she pulled herself to her feet, though her legs noticeable shook beneath her; her thighs no doubt now beginning to bruise from his previous actions.
Tifa slid his jacket on and wrapped it tightly around herself, almost hugging the fabric to her in a moment of comfort, before turning and leaving him in the same, chilled silence.
As her footsteps faded from the air, he sighed and tilted his head back against the wall; his ice-blue gaze staring up at the now-clearing sky.
"You pathetic...pathetic man."
A/N= I couldn't resist having them doing it in the rain XD
Part of me would like to call this a lemon...but in my head I don't think it really is...well, it's a really mild lemon if anything...and there is a reason I had it very...fumbled/fast and I left out a lot of 'details'. So don't worry, it was meant to be like that ^_^ I didn't want to make this to be 'perfect love-making', it wasn't meant to be about that, ya know?
I can't help but notice how many lemons are done from the woman's pov, and I think I know why now...It's so darn hard to write it from the male's! Maybe it's because I'm a female...and most lemons are written by females it seems...Anyway!
I wanted to display a somewhat...'desperate' Rufus here. Mostly because of the situation, as I think he'd be more vulnerable, thus his defences are even higher set. And a man can be controlled only for so long, and in such a situation, with all the emotions and thoughts...I think he'd have lost himself in the moment.
This is more like part one of the lemon, there will be another from Tifa's pov, but I'm not gunna tell you when that'll be (that's not me saying I don't know, because I do ^_^) it may be in the next chapter...it may not be for a few... But I just want to keep you in suspense for at least a little bit XD and Tifa's will be more detailed...and erm...heavier hehe
And yes he was meant to come across as a bit of a selfish bastard during this, it was my intent to show he was just a man (I'm not saying all men are selfish etc, but rather that he was just as uncontrolled and weak to his desires as any other human)
The next one should be up by the end of next week XD Maybe even this week if my writes block keeps away like it did today (I wrote this chapter in the space of an afternoon which is a biggy for me because I'm VERY easily distracted...)
Oh and I love how the last chapter got quite a few more reviews than the other ones...the mention of a lemon and my god do the reviews come out...bunch of pervs haha lets see if it'll get higher with this one XD
And I can finally see an end to this! The story will have thirty/thirty-one chapters in total. I have now planned the rest of it out, so I should get these updates up a lot quicker! I'm very excited as to where I've decided to take this story ^_^ It took me a whole weekend to read through my other chapters and all my scattered plot-notes on this piece of fanfiction and sort them out into a nice plan but it's all sorted now XD
Oh, and when this is finished this I'm gunna go through the whole thing and correct all those niggling little spelling mistakes...re-reading your own work after a long while you tend to see a lot more mistakes than before...*embarrassed shudder* I was pretty shamed...