Summary: Laura was just your average woman, until a freak accident involving her television set, the Advent Children dvd, and lightning strike transported her to Gaia. And that's only the beginning of the story!

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own FFVII or Advent Children. Just a single copy of the movie. Now put the pitchforks and torches away.

Queen's Quornor: Well, here we are. The long-promised lemon. Man, I really hope this translated from what I had in my head to the fic accurately. And just to warn you, I take full advantage of the M rating in any lemon scene I write. So if you are not at least 18 years of age, I would highly advise turning back now. This is pretty graphic. Hey, I'm writing about Kadaj here; do you honestly think he'd do a half-assed job with anything he sets out to do? I don't!

Thank You, Kyrie!

The door of their room crashed against the wall as they stumbled in, flinging their bags to the floor and immediately devouring each other in a hungry kiss.

If tonsil hockey was an Olympic sport… Sweet God, he'd definitely get a gold medal! No doubt at all!

The door was kicked shut behind them, swinging closed with a loud slam! Kadaj's hands were deeply enmeshed in her hair, holding her face captive for his ravishment. Laura slid her fingers through his belt-loops, jerking him closer and grinding her pelvis directly against his bulge, making him groan around her lips and tongue.

By now, the materia was wearing off. Laura felt the chill envelope her body once more, a delicious sensation indeed when paired with the heat flooding through her. A moment later, she felt decidedly warmer as her clothes returned to their original state. Kadaj was suddenly back to his usual height, and the naked skin beneath her fingers was abruptly replaced by smooth leather.

Skin. Need skin. Now!

A soft growl of need rippled from her throat, echoed by Kadaj's muted snarl. He reached beneath her arms and grasped the bottom of her top, yanking it up and over her head before flinging it against the wall. Laura's bra didn't last long either; one quick jerk of his fingers and it was gone, torn and useless and out of sight.

He broke the kiss to stare at her breasts, reaching out a hand to softly cup one in his palm. Laura watched him hold it, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs.

Then his mouth was on her, the nipple sucked into the hot, wet cavity. She moaned and let her head fall back, fingers threading through his silky hair in an effort to prevent him from leaving her chest. She heard something hit the ground, and suddenly his fingers – his ungloved fingers – were pinching, twisting, and rolling the other nipple.

Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…

Heat flashed through her, and suddenly she was jerking, writhing, as her body became one big mass of nerve endings.

Holy shit! I knew they were sensitive, but what the fuck? He hasn't even touched my clit yet!

Kadaj had pulled away when the orgasm hit, his eyes glowing a deep, deep green. When she was finished, he smiled, an expression that was purely male.

Almost like he's thinking 'yeah, I really am that good, baby.'

"Get on the bed."

The order was not a forceful one, but Laura obeyed anyway. Eyes submissively downcast, she went to the bed and crawled onto it, lying back with her head propped up on the pillows.

I want to watch this.

Kadaj walked to the foot of the bed, looking over her possessively while he kicked off his boots and pulled off her shoes. The heat of his stare was enough to make her shudder.

"Don't move."

His hands slid up her denim-clad thighs, tantalizing her until they arrived at the waistband. Spellbound, Laura could only watch as his long, clever fingers slipped the button from the hole and slid the zipper down.

A moment later, he jeans were gone and the only article of clothing left to her was her "Kiss Me, I'm Horny" panties. Kadaj looked at the black, red-stitched underwear, then raised his gaze to meet hers, a wicked grin wide across his face.

"Guess I've got to obey the panties."

"That's a rule?"

"No, but I think they speak truth." He edged his fingers beneath the soaking-wet crotch, tugging them down her legs. Laura held her breath when they were tossed aside and that yellow-green gaze returned to her sex. He was the first man to ever see her naked.

A finger delicately traced around the dark curls, then along the steaming, dripping length of her slit. Laura felt her breath explode out of her when the tip of that finger brushed over her clit, and fought to remain still.

Her eyes were riveted to that finger as it was slowly raised to his mouth, his eyes closing as he tasted her juices.

"You taste very sweet. I think I want more."

He coaxed her thighs up and apart, then made himself comfortable between them. Laura tensed as his head slowly moved closer and closer to her…

Then arched her back and gasped as his tongue touched her clit.

Where the hell did he learn this? she wondered, reaching up to pinch her nipples, feeling his tongue tracing the shape, the length of her sex. A moment later that tongue was joined by his fingers, two of them pumping in and out of her virgin entrance at a torturously-slow speed. Pressure increased for a moment as he sucked hard on her clit, then delicately sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh, just hard enough that the line between pain and pleasure blurred, producing a delicious wave that washed over her in an instant.

Holy shit! I'm cumming again!

Shudders took over her, throwing her body every which way at once. And Kadaj stayed with her, tonguing her clit and finger-fucking her the entire time. Due to his efforts, another orgasm arrived just as the other ended, sending her body high into the air with a keening moan, fists tightly clenched into the comforter as she lost herself once more.

When the orgasm released her, she collapsed back onto the bed with a soft groan. At that point, Kadaj got off the bed and stood at the foot once more, where she would be certain to see him. Once she focused on him, he slowly reached up his body, and gripped the silver zipper. Laura sat up, hungrily watching as more and more of his pale flesh was revealed to her gaze. Once it was as far down as it would go, just beneath his navel, she got up on her knees and put her arms around his neck, kissing him as hard and passionately as she could. He returned the kiss, but took one of her hands in his, guiding it down his chest, down his abs, and into the darkened interior of the bodysuit. He hissed against her lips when she wrapped her hand around his hot, hard length.

"Blowjob again?" she gasped, feeling his hand playing with her clit.

"No. Lay down." He shoved her back onto the bed, and Laura barely had enough time to prop herself up on her elbows before he was pushing her legs apart, crawling into position above her.

Protection, Laura? Don't you know what that is?

Shut up, Conscience.

She lay down again, settling her hands at his hips and trying to relax, knowing this was going to hurt. Kadaj propped himself up on his elbows, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and gazing directly into her eyes. Laura felt pressure at her entrance and fought hard not to tense against him; she wanted this as much as he did, after all.

One inch… Two… Three…

Still, she was unable to stop herself from crying out when she felt him tear through her hymen. He didn't try to move before she was ready; he simply held her to him and waited for her to tell him it was okay to continue.

Fucking hurts! But… It also feels really weird. But in a good way.

He's mine now, and I'm his. There may be other guys, but I belong to him, because he was my first. That's my blood on his cock, not some other hussy's.

Mine.

"Are you ok?" he asked, voice tight.

"I think so… But what about you? You don't sound ok."

"I'm fine. It's just… Holy…" He buried his face against her neck, breathing hard. "You're so damn tight…"

"Well, there's a reason for that, in case you haven't figured it out already." She moved her hips slightly, thankful that there didn't seem to be any pain now. "I think you can move now."

"Sure." He drew back his hips a little, then drove them forward until he was all the way inside her. Laura looked over his shoulder in utter shock, staring at his ass between her thighs.

He got the whole thing inside me! Oh my god, I didn't think I could take all of him!

Then it was all movement, and it felt good. Laura could suddenly understand why so many people seemed to be addicted to sex; this was better than any of the drugs she had ever tried. Kadaj had propped himself up over her on his hands, giving himself greater range of movement, and her nails were raking down the curve of his back at regular intervals. He watched her with narrowed citrine eyes, then smiled when he arched his hips to hit a certain angle inside her, making her eyes open wider than ever before.

"I promised you you'd be screaming, Laura," he said, slightly breathless. "You will be soon."

Keep hitting that spot, and I think you might be right. Whatever he was hitting inside her was setting off sparks in her brain with every stroke, and soon she could feel a tightening within her groin, a tingling beginning in her fingers and toes and moving slowly inward. Is this what they mean when they say 'blow your top?' Oh my god! Kadaj had slipped one hand down her body and was currently stroking her clit and the tissues stretched so tightly around him.

That was all it took. She found herself arching and screaming, her nails digging into his back so hard they broke the skin. And he didn't stop moving; he kept driving her up and up, keeping her at the peak of ecstasy for as long as possible.

"Oh! My! Fucking! God!" she screamed.

"Not a god… Just Ka…" He threw his head back. "Fuck!" Laura pulled him down on top of her as she felt something hot flow inside her, knowing that he had just cum too.

It was long, long minutes before either of them could muster the strength to move.

Kadaj rolled off her and flopped against the pillows, still breathing hard. "Damn, Laura. That was the best I've ever had."

She rolled her head to look at him. "Where the hell did you learn some of that?"

He narrowed his eyes. "How good are you at talking about past lovers?"

"I wouldn't know. You're the only lover I've ever had."

"I mean, would it bug you if I talked about another woman right now?"

"You mean Kyrie?"

"Yeah."

"No, I wouldn't mind." She rolled onto her hip, so she could face him. And trace the muscles on his stomach a few more times… Man, I could really get used to this. "Talk all you want. She mattered to you, so she matters to me."

He searched her face for a moment, then nodded and relaxed against the pillows. "Kyrie was several years older than I was. She was the only other clone I was allowed to interact with on a personal basis, aside from Yazoo. He and Loz were my fighting partners, but Kyrie always took Loz's place when it came to testing our reaction in simulated social settings. She and I got pretty close, and a few times we even managed to jam the security cameras and see each other unsupervised. Every time we did that, we always ended up screwing. Kyrie, it turned out, was sort of the unofficial whore of us clones. She liked sex, and was often used by the scientists for sexual studies with certain male clones. I was not one of them, but she also didn't really like those clones. I was the only one she really liked, and whenever we got together, she always taught me something new. So everything I know about sex, I picked up from her." He shrugged.

Laura rolled onto her back, looking out the window. "Thank you!" she shouted.

Kadaj looked at her, a little confused. "Why did you just thank the window?"

She smiled and rubbed his six-pack. "All the blood must still be south of your brain. I wasn't thanking the window.

"I was thanking Kyrie."