Chapter Summary:Alone, frustrated, limited. Aerith seeks out Sephiroth, the only person she could think that understands her inner turmoil...

Aerith chewed on her lip for what she could distinguish, hours, pondering, thinking, trying to talk herself out of what's been rattling inside her brain for days.

The planet, ever blunt, has told her that she was to die soon, plain and simple no sugar coating needed. Her life will be sacrificed for the means of the planet once again. Great. Consider it done. Aerith didn't even bat an eye at the news, Fate had given her the scraps of her other parallel life years ago. It wasn't shocking in the least that it was by his sword but that was for another time.

Unfortunately, that wasn't what clouded her frail mind, no they were much darker, taboo if she were to ever bring them to light. If anyone found out she was sure to be shunned. With her death sentence floating ahead of her, present to happen anytime, she knew she had a very small window to resolve her problem. So her brain has been working overtime, planning and preparing.

Her friends were oblivious to her troubles they didn't know of her death, of course not, they saw what Fate allowed them. Aerith however saw it all, their journey, her death, Cloud's anguish within the lifestream, Meteor, and of course Sephiroth's demise. She practically lived it, which in a way she had just not on this particular plane.

However this time it was going to be different, Aerith wasn't going to go out the same, she wanted to live somewhat of a life, to actually do what she wanted first before her duties took hold. It may have been selfish of her to chase this, but the planet didn't protest once so how bad could it be?

Here she was currently, brow furrowed and abused lip between gnawing teeth. At a standstill between the girl she wanted to be and the girl, she once was. Aerith wasn't deaf nor was she blind, she had seen and heard the activities of her two closest friends. Their room was next door. How could she not hear it, it made Aerith feel something she didn't know she could. Jealousy. Anger. How dare they flaunt their relationship in front of her when she herself had no one. It was wrong of her to think this, she knew that, knew of their story of their shared past together but that didn't make her feel any better.

She thought she had Cloud's heart, at least it seemed so when he sought her out in her garden at home. He deliberately thought of her in a time of guidance, not Tifa and she had hope. Hope that maybe this time around she'd have some bond, some tether that'll be strong enough to keep her alive. Someone to protect her at all costs because of what they shared.

Someone that loved her enough to save her.

Aerith supposed she should've known better. She couldn't get between his heart for Tifa and though she was happy for them, ecstatic really, didn't make it hurt any less. It's what made her decision much more afflicted. She tore herself up over it for days, and frankly, her final decision would just further tear a rift between them if they ever found out.

Yet again as the days pass, their journey together continues and once more Aerith lies wide awake, alone and thinking, fuming and frustrated. She turned her head to the obscene sounds next door. The soft mewls of Cloud's name from a woman who would forever be Aerith's best friend. If Aerith closed her eyes she could practically see them, Tifa on top riding Cloud, her big breast bouncing. She imagined Cloud's hands were gabbing and pinching her nipples, sucking on them till they were raw and pink.

Aerith groaned away at the mental image, sliding her feet to the floor. She makes her way to the balcony, hands on the cold rail. Breathing a sigh of relief she looked upon the open world before her. Yes after hours and hours of debating, her mind was made up. For once in this life, she would know what it was like to feel like that. Consequences or not

Goosebumps rose atop her skin, the wind growing chilly as it grew darker. If she was to do this she'd need to leave soon. They were departing tomorrow and she wanted to be ready for anything. Death or not. Confident she turned away returning to her adjacent bedroom, she slipped on her boots and red jacket. Looking at the table she grabbed her staff. Where she was going she might need it.

...

The forest was dark, the faint sounds of monsters lurking nearby, but that didn't bother Aerith, she could feel the planet's pulse, safe and secure in her ears. If something was amiss she'd know it. She believed, since their departure from Midgar she had enough fighting experience to handle herself.

She slowed her pace, hands laced behind her back as she swayed forward, taking in the beautiful forest. The gleam of the trees seemed to sparkle in the setting sun. It was truly a beautiful place, and Aerith was almost glad she choose it. If only her choice of person was as such.

'Behind you, my child.' She smiled, the planet murmurs softly in her ears. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Like clockwork. He was right where she wanted him.

"No need to hide, I know you're there. Come on out."

There was only silence, Aerith turned to find him before her, standing tall and opposing not nearly six feet from her. Calmly she starts. "I've come to make a proposal." Aerith ushered out gently, unflinching, unafraid. She knew what she wanted, knew what it'll cost her yet she came anyway. She wouldn't have if she wasn't fully prepared. After hours of debating she found her answer and it lies there in front of her. But whether would he go through with it was the real question.

Sephiroth tilted his head up, his voice soft and deep. "And just what would the little Cetra girl want with me? Why seek me out?" His tone was mocking and cruel, he felt no joy in speaking to her. She knew he wouldn't have. That was one of the many reasons she chose him.

"I'm sure you're well aware of what's to come to me, I assume you know just as much as I do, seen as much so I've come to you...for a request." Aerith was actually surprised at herself, her voice hadn't once wavered, she stood proud and strong. Her past self would've been terrified but she wasn't that girl. Not anymore, they have too much history between them to be and Aerith didn't understand why she didn't think to just try to talk to him before. Clearly he wasn't the same man in her parallel, he seems more collected, dare she say sane.

Sephiroth cocks a silver brow, crossing his arms across his chest. Aerith tried not to stare directly at the way the muscles in his arms flexed at the movement. "Why? Are your friends not capable enough to do this little request for you?"

He's intrigued Aerith detects and smiles sweetly, innocently, a simple "no" leaving her lips. "I don't want to die without knowing what it's like." She pauses to see if he's caught onto what she's really purposing but he remains stoic, unmoving. She pouts inwardly, why can't she read him?

"Why ask me for this...why not Cloud, sure he'll be more than happy to oblige you." It was foreign to hear him mention that name. It further proved her earlier muses. Her decision looks much better the longer she talks to him.

"You don't know then? I won't bore you with the details but he won't, he's got Tifa and I'm not about to break that up for something like this."

"But why me, you seem to know of what I did to you in that universe, so why? Indulge me I have time." He emphasizes 'I' so smugly like he has something to prove. Visibly and quite frankly reveling as he mocked her. She curls her lip, displeased but ignores it, he wouldn't change, nothing she said or did will make him a good person in her eyes. It's also another reason she chooses him. This little fact will make it easier to accept this favor.

Aerith sighed she didn't desire this back to back word games so she blurts out the very reason that brought her out there. Why she sought him out, of all people. "Because I won't fall in love with you. This needs to be as emotionally detached as possible. Cloud would undoubtedly question his relationship with Tifa if I were to just announce this to him. I won't have that, not now when there is no clear future. All I know from what the planet tells me is that I am still to die. She doesn't say when or how so I want to get this out the way before it happens." She pauses, meeting his eyes. "I chose you because you are the last person that will make anything out of this. In your younger days, I'm sure you've had your fair share of lovers, no, so you're more than experienced enough to get what needs to be done. No strings attached."

Sephiroth just laughs, causing Aerith to wince, it's strange and unnerving. He's always been so quiet and calm, soft-spoken, this sudden rise in volume doesn't seem to fit his character. Yet for some weird unexplainable reason, Aerith refuses to acknowledge at the present moment, sounding almost human. But that couldn't be right...

Aerith remains strong, standing her ground patiently watching, waiting. "Alright, but I won't be gentle, I won't be kind, I won't smother you in kisses or whisper sweet nothings in your ear as that puppet would've." 'There it is. Aerith deadpanned. "I'll give you what you want but be warned now that I will sure break your little Cetra body before you even reach an orgasm. Is this what you want, you can still back out now, I won't stop you?" Sephiroth's smug, but even he's not stupid, he knows her answer. Can seemingly sense it within her.

Aerith swallows, suddenly growing very hot. She realized it was her face and how utterly flushed she had gotten from his words. It should bother her, God's she shouldn't be here, she should be with a man she loves, on a bed of roses, making love until the morning, not like this, not in a forest with a man that'll undoubtedly snap her neck with just a twitch of his wrist. A man who quite frankly she should very much despise.

"Yes, I've come to terms with what I seek and have no desire to back out. I want you to fuck me, so I can die knowing what it's like. In the lives I've died, I was unknowing of the one pleasure I'm forever refused. Not this time. Can I trust you enough to fulfill this matter? To satisfy my needs with no benefits afterward?" Gods, who was this woman? This was definitely not something she'd ever say. Not the sweet innocent flower peddler. No, she wasn't that person anymore, she's evolved from that, since her death. This side of her made her giddy and hot inside, a rush of adrenaline in her veins.

Sephiroth uncrosses his arms, the leather creaking in a way that made Aerith's unforgiving heart flutter in something akin to fear and anticipation. Which she couldn't say. "Hmm, very well, Cetra." In an instant Sephiroth was in her face, he pushes her to the nearby surface, her back meeting bark and moss far too harshly. She gulps, looking up at him, his body shadowing hers and if she suddenly wished to leave she couldn't now.

"I hope you thought this through." Aerith closes her eyes, she hopes so too. Abruptly there's the sound of something being ripped. Her eyes snap back open, instantly noticing the side of her dress hung split open to the waist. White cotton panties visible upon slender hips. So subtle and forward. It was frightening erotic to Aerith.

Sephiroth reaches for her, his gloved fingers cold upon her flushed skin. Goosebumps rise in their wake as he travels further down, gripping her thigh in a strong hand, pulling it up. "Are you scared yet, little one?" He asks briskly, his breath hot against her ear, she bites her lip bravely moving her hips further to his.

She shakes her head "Not even close, show me just how good the once great Sephiroth is. Fuck me, break me, make me forget my own name. I don't care as long as I get an orgasm." He growls at that, roughly grabbing her other and lifting her completely off the ground, her legs dangling on either side of him.

"Of course." It's all he says before his mouth is on her neck, lips, and teeth bruising, biting, sucking, nipping at any soft untouchable flesh he could find. Aerith's breath hitches, her hands finding his armored shoulders. She didn't dare move them further, just touching him there seemed like a violation to his person.

Her body slowly betrays her as it enjoys his rough dangerous touch, back arching, tender moans erupting from her constricted throat. She blames her virgin mind. Sephiroth's hands are everywhere, seeking soft skin to bruise and she honestly found it simply amazing. He palms her breast through the fabric of her dress, the thin material anything but protecting. Every hard squeeze was like a brutal blow of his sword. Except instead of electing pain he in turn brought pleasure.

Sephiroth bites her collarbone hard, his body closing in further upon hers. Aerith cries out head thrown back, a building pressure growing between her legs. She bites her lip, it wasn't all she felt, though only half-hard, his body too was enjoying this. She eagerly craved more, to feel more.

It was dangerous to seek such pleasure from this man but he played her body like the strings of a harp. Perhaps she didn't give him enough credit, just how experienced was he? The thought brought onto a dark wave of something Aerith knew she had no business feeling so she quickly ridded it.

Distracting her roaming brain Aerith slides her hands across his body, curious, brave, eager. She feels taut muscles beneath her fingertips twitch, soft skin yielding and bare. She traveled anywhere her small arms could reach, from his back to his chest, stopping only long enough to explore the unfamiliar territory. She wouldn't deny it, but she always secretly wondered what lie beneath the protecting armor of these straps. Her fingers trace them absent-mindedly across his middle, seeking to further touch the skin below, to feel the lines of muscle she undoubtedly knew hid beneath but before the thought became reality Aerith retreats. They weren't in a relationship to see each others body's, this was meaningful mindless sex. This is what she chose. There were no emotions attached this might as well be a fling she picked up at a bar. Careless of any consequence.

Sephiroth pulls away from her, looking at his work upon her neck, at the way her cheeks flushed in need for more torture. He smirks, yes, she's bruised and broken and beautiful. Abruptly Sephiroth's eyes widen, why did he suddenly think that? No she was a object for his pleasure nothing more. He would not grow attached to these activities. He was beyond such petty emotion, they were for humans which he was not. She asked for help, he gave it just so he could rub it in that puppets nose when the time was right. To have further fuel to dangle in his face to get him to join his request.

He needed to get this over with quick. Here and now.

Aerith watched him move, face growing impossibly hot as she felt him reach between them, the clanking of metal from his belt loud in her ears. Against her better judgment Aerith's heart beat quicker. He was wasting no time she realized. And why wouldn't he, she had felt him, felt how ready his body was. There was no more need for foreplay.

Suddenly Aerith moaned, knocked out of her thoughts, a intense reaction she's never felt filling her every sense. Her body jerked when he continued to slide leather-clad hands through her slick lips, swiftly entering a finger inside her hastily. Though it was rushed and sudden if felt oh so good.

Aerith exhales shakily, head tossed back, her braid tangling into the tree bark, catching dirt but she didn't notice. All her awareness was on the hand that worked her open, her cries of pleasure loud and raw, unrecognizable to even her own ears.

She tried not to think of the sweet way he was preparing her, stretching her virgin body for what was to come, it was undoubtedly unexpected yet entirely welcomed. She ventured back forward, sliding her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She inhaled his scent, of pine and leather, lips itching to taste his steady pulse. His silver hair caressing her cheeks.

Before she even got the chance, he pulls his fingers from her. She almost cries at the loss but it was short-lived when she suddenly feels him line something far better against her entrance. Something hard and wet and so much bigger than fingers. She mewls, breath heavy between them. She meets his green eyes, so unlike her own, pleading, wonton, begging for him to fuck her. To give her the pleasure she so seeks more than anything.

Sephiroth's lips parted, breath hitching the longer he stared at her, at that look of sin upon her face. Aerith thought nothing of it, she just wanted to experience, she ached so miserably from the inside out.

Before Aerith even knew what was going on Sephiroth groaned thrusting his cock inside her completely, breaking past any and all barriers that might've been present. Aerith screamed at the intrusion, tears stinging her eyes, wetness beading at the corners.

Aerith inhaled deeply, her body tense around his, unmoving, unresponding. It was by far the most unpleasant feeling she's experienced. Her pussy burned and ached and throbbed all at the same time, begging for something she couldn't simply satisfy alone.

Her vice grip on Sephiroth only began to lessen once she realized he hadn't moved since entering her. If she didn't know any better, and shame her for even thinking it, but it seemed he was allowing her body to adjust to him, to relish in this small favor before he breaks it. Breaks her.

Her heart skipped that unforgivable beat at the thought but it was only temporary, as he began to rock his hips against her. It was like he somehow read her mind. She scolded herself angrily for even thinking about it now.

Sephiroth's pace was anything but gentle, he went fast, deep, and hard. It overwhelmed her small frame even more and surfaced the pain once again. Luckily for her, it was minimal and she circled his neck, tangling her hand in his unbelievably soft hair, forcing her mind elsewhere, anywhere but between their bodies.

Only after a series of powerful thrusts, of lips upon her neck did the pain ease, morphing her moans to those of pleasure. Even she couldn't fully appreciate the ways of the body, only that hers responded so beautifully to his, back arching to the touch of his fingers sliding down her spine, chest hot and anxious to press flush against his own.

Sephiroth's breath was heavy in her ear, tugging something deep within her, a cruel realization that not even her sane mind would deny just how hot it sounded. It was so foreign and new that she almost wondered what else lay hidden beneath the stone-cold walls he's built around himself.

It was a side of him she's never seen before, he was so free, so vulnerable...so majestic as he worked tirelessly to fuck her to completion. It awoke something in Aerith and her voice spoke against her better judgment. "Kiss me..."

Sephiroth instantly falters at the demand, his face coming back to find hers. She meets his green eyes, of the sweat that's beading at his temples. It's by far the most delicious sight she's ever going to see. 'Gods, why did he have to be so handsome?' She bit her lip in thought.

"I wanted this and that was with the arrangement. So kiss me, Sephiroth." She didn't know why she lied, it wasn't really yet she felt the unquenchable need to feel those amazing plump lips atop her own, breathe in his very moans. She desired it more than life itself at this point.

Sephiroth's lips parted, perhaps to call her out, to end their little arrangement because that crossed some invisible line they'd drawn for themselves but it never came. If anything it was far better than any words that could've been mustered. He gladly met her in a crushing kiss, pressing his mouth to hers with so much force she saw stars. Only then did she realize she fucked up, this was far too intimate. Her body felt like it was on cloud nine, and something twisted inside her, springing to life.

Sephiroth groans into her mouth, tasting her tongue as it danced along his. Gods it was wrong he shouldn't be enjoying her this much, her body just feels so good he couldn't resist her. Why couldn't he resist her!? What was it about her that made him feel so godforsaken human!! He growled pulling her even tighter to him, reaching up to grasp her jaw. His hips slowed, fucking her deeply, savoring every incredible squeeze her inner walls rewarded him as he had.

She was weak, insignificant to his inhumane strength yet he found that he was purposely being gentle with her. Why!! Why did he fucking care!! No, he can't keep this up, she has to be using some type of magic on him, something that was making him feel like this. His mind was too clouded with her spell for this to be so intimate. This was an uneventful fuck, so why did it feel like something else? Like something was hidden beneath the surface that neither could reach or see.

Sephiroth trails his mouth to her neck, kissing and tasting, listening to every awarding noise he elects out of her with vigor, her fingers tugging a bit too harshly at his hair but it just further fuels him. He rocks his pelvis to hers, grinding against that bud of nerves he knows will undoubtedly drive her over the edge. He smirks triumph, her body tensing, her moans increasing.

He however wasn't at all prepared for the way her walls gripped his cock, of the guttural moan that escaped him, or the name that fell from her perfect pink lips. "Sephiroth..."

His body seemed to short-circuit and he made the horrible decision of looking at her, of catching the pure orgasmic bliss that blossomed across her face. Opposed from his earlier rants he kisses her again, swallowing every gorgeous moan and gasps she had to give him, his tongue matching the pace he set below, riding out her climax.

She sighs wonderfully into him, body high and limp, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks. Only then does he snap out of whatever magical haze she put him under. No, he can't take it. Her touch, her lips, her smell, her everything was turning him into something he wasn't. He can't keep looking at her, if he does he'll want to keep kissing her, he'll want to make love to her. If he hasn't already. He growled banishing that thought away. Fuck who the hell was he!

Deep within the recesses of his mind, hidden away he swears he hears her dark sinister chuckle. Baiting him, seeking refuge back into his very soul. No, he got rid of that part of himself, she no longer controlled him. Forever present within his blood but never within his mind. He needed to get away from her, to fuck her like the tool that she was.

Roughly Sephiroth yanks himself away from her, from inside her. His own body screamed at the loss, at the security that was her. He inwardly seethes at the thought, ignoring every impulse that wasn't his. He grabbed her, the screech of her bangles on her wrist harsh to his enhanced ears. He throws her to the dirt.

No more of whatever that was.

Aerith yelped sharply, her body still numb from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced only to be thrown to the ground a second later. She was angry and she opened her mouth, looking back to catch a black and silver blur. "Hey...! She began but bites her tongue when strong hands circled her hips, yanking her back into his own. Forcefully Sephiroth fills her once more. Their loud moans mingled in ecstasy, cutting whatever she was to say.

Her eyes widen at his unforgiving pace, in this position she felt every inch of him, hitting spots that seemed impossible. He was relentless, slamming his hips into her ass, burying himself so deeply inside her she saw dull white. Her walls oversensitive. He leaned over her, holding himself up with an elbow, a hand lacing around her neck, lightly applying pressure. He was threatening her and yet Aerith didn't care she cranes her neck back more, luxuriating.

She couldn't understand why but something had changed, he was rough and purposeful, his thrusts sloppy and almost painful. She took every one nonetheless, pushing back against them, wanton and eager for each one. But it still begged the question as to why, had she done something unknowingly to cause such a reaction?

She didn't have long to ponder as the weight of him drove her closer to another orgasm, body growing blistering hot, something in her stomach tightening seconds to snapping again. She reached up towards his hand, fingers lightly touching his, granting him silent permission. He seemed to understand and further tightened his grip.

In a sudden burst of white Aerith screamed, hand griping at the dirt, gathering fistfuls as she came a second time, nails digging into the leather at her throat, eyes screwed shut. She voiced the only name she seemed to know at this point. "Ah...Sephiroth..." it was hoarse and broken. Unfamiliar.

Only when her haze dissipates does she begin to question why she voiced it at all. They weren't lovers, she had no need to cry it out as she had.

Sephiroth's hips jerked, once twice, a deep raw groan heard from him as a sudden warmth fills her. At first, she didn't understand until she did. Her eyes widened and she felt his weight above her grow heavier, his once harsh breath coming out in even deeper pants, unbearably close to her ear. She bites her lip at the heavenly sound. She thinks if things were different she could actually enjoy this with him.

Sephiroth doesn't linger and moves so quickly away from her, she'd think he'd been burnt. She whines when he severed their connected bodies, instantly feeling cold and empty. "This won't happen again, you will not seek me out. Got it?" His voice was deep, stabbing, and cruel. It dripped with hate. Only then does she remember their situation. They were enemies, nothing else. He hated her and she him.

Right?

She didn't look at him, she understood the arrangement, this was a one-time occurrence, one that shouldn't have happened but did. "I won't." That is all she can bring herself to say. Satisfied she hears him shuffle behind her, the metal of his belt, and then nothing. Just pure silence.

Aerith found it defending.

Sitting up slowly Aerith winced, every bone in her body seemed to protest. She sighs looking down at herself, scoffing at the mess that was her. Covered in dirt, sweat, and cum. During their whole...whatever that was Aerith now only noticed her panties were missing, she didn't even realize they were off. She catches sight of them beside the nearby tree and gets up on shaky legs to retrieve them.

'Without realizing it, but instead of sealing your fate, you've inexplicably changed it...' Aerith rolled her eyes, she didn't answer the planet's musings. Frankly, she was too tired, too worn out to deal with her riddles.

Instead, Aerith makes her way back to the inn hoping she doesn't run into any of her friends on the trek back. If they see her now they would surely ask questions, ones that she was in no hurry to provide.

Thankful for them she'll take this night to her grave.

'You could've if you still had one, my daughter.'

...A/N:I hope you all enjoyed, I seriously have too much time thinking of these two I just can't help not writing about them. Ugh I need to bathe in holy water after this one and rinse the filth that is my mind before I further continue this.I've actually updated this to be longer, I can't simply leave it here and do that to you guys. I don't know how many chapters this will be yet but I have a pretty good idea where I want to take this fic. Hope to see you next chapter!!! Juicyness and angst and fluff...and of course smut awaits!!Like and reviews are always welcomed!!!