Midgar - Sector 7

Jessie's Quarters

The door was slammed closed behind them by Kuro's back being pressed into the wall, it all happened so fast that he could barely keep up with his hands, much less the rapid thoughts of his mind.

His mind, once going a million miles an hour, had gone totally blank as soon as he felt her breath against his neck and her fingers trail along his shoulders.

Her tongue in his mouth sent these thundering pulses down his back. His eyes wide in surprise, never having been touched like this before.

Her nails scratched against the leather, feeling the entrance bullet holes along his back. The image of him using his own body to guard her and his inquiry of sincere fear for her safety sprung to her mind. The fact he took so many shots to protect her, to keep her safe at the expense of his own safety, made her heart soar.

She bit her lip and traced the inside of his jacket, her nail skimming along the teeth of the zipper before spreading her palms across his chest to curve around his shoulders. Feeling his muscles underneath the shirt and loosening up the red leather to take it off.

Working on slipping him out of his jacket and throwing it onto the floor. The crimson top bunched beside the front door. His hands hesitantly moved to rest along her waist as she scratched at the back of his neck with her long nails.

The sharp clawing along his tanned skin made him suck in a breath of hot air, before groaning out against the nape of her neck. The vibration of his moan against her skin made her stifle a laugh by biting the inside of her cheek.

He felt so nervous in his hands but his mouth nipped and pecked at her neck so playfully. Trying to excite her the way she excited him. Each drag of his sharp canines against her throat makes her pulse spike and her body get hotter.

The heat radiating off of her could have scalded him when he pressed his mouth against her skin for a moment to savor the warmth. Feel her hot body tense under his touch. He pulled away, feeling her grab at his shoulders and tightly squeeze him. His forehead moving to rest down against hers as she blew a sharp breath against his chin.

Her fingers shifted to be interlaced behind his neck to keep him close, palms resting on either side of his throat and brought him closer to her.

Those rose petal lips pressing against his mouth with a peck. Just a teasing gesture before the main event and to get a feel of the Heartless' mouth on hers when he expected her.

She imagined a rigid pair to press against, as she assumed from his scowl and his occasionally harsh eyes. But instead she came into contact with a soft landing and balanced pressure. More naïveté and a lack of experience as opposed to disinterest or placation. His breath of relief blew out his nose and spread across her cheek as he sunk into his spot. She could feel him relax under her touch.

His shoulders dropping and his once trembling hands gently resting along her hips with no more tremors to be felt.

The kiss was too quick to truly feel anything, but they had time to get familiar with one another. She pulled away, admired his bewildered stare, and returned her lips to his.

That is when Kuro noticed the smell of gunpowder and perspiration was thick in the room. And getting worse by the second. A few quick sniffs identified the culprits.

The stink was a combination of the both of them, he had concluded. Although, he was positive, certainly so, that the two of them were focused on a different matter entirely at that moment. He doubts she would want to take a break to bathe.

Feeling bold, he slipped his hand underneath the hem of her shirt and thumbed over her right waist. He was surprised that she didn't stop him.

The heat he felt when he laid his palm flat against the exposed hip of the young woman felt as though he grabbed a heated gun barrel. His thumb made a quick circle against her skin. Mesmerized by how soft she was. How soft she could be. Then he made her giggle against his lips as he dipped his finger into her lower abdomen on too wide of a brush. The groove of her tummy had made for a very ticklish slide for his thumb.

"Sorry." Kuro quickly apologized with a glow to his cheeks, shifting his hand to move up along her side before resting against her ribs. "Sorry, Jessie."

"Easy there, Sunset. We have time, no need to rush…" She teased with a sinful smile and a glint in her eye. She leaned into him, his knee pressed between her legs and her thighs clenched around his to keep him in place. A short breath of arousal rolling out of her throat as she felt his leg flex and shift against her. Eyes widening upon contact. She rolled her hips down against his thigh in a longing brush, seeing his mouth go ajar and his eyes grow in surprise. "We have all night, darlin'."

Her hot core pressed firmly to his leg and her body shivered as he slowly rubbed into her. Grinding her into his thigh as his hands held her waist.

Her lips pulled gently away from her, feeling the heat between her legs pulsing against his thigh. The warmth of her made his mouth salivate.

As he lets his fingers trail along her stomach, that's when he felt the long healed scar about as wide as a blade and just as thin with a brush of his thumb. His jaw clenching and his hand suddenly became clammy. She had been hurt before.

Jessie's eyes shifted for a moment, realizing what he felt before pulling back from the kiss and resting her chin against his own. Her once flirty and happy smile faltered and eased into a vacant expression. Their noses brushing against one another and her lips centimeters away from his. Staring up at him with a now subdued look in her eye.

She felt him wanting to move on without another word, to either not embarrass her or to not make her feel uncomfortable, only to take hold of his wrist and keep him in his spot. Feeling his finger once again drag along the healed scar tissue.

Making him feel her. Not wanting to hide it from him. He was about to see a lot more scars, and she didn't want him to lose his nerve when he did.

"That was a Shinra guard who got me during a sweep." She whispered with a weak grin. She felt his thumb hesitant over the healed wound before he settled into a gentle stroke. With a tenderness and patience to feel it from end to end. His eyes softened and his lips furled to a soft scowl. The idea of anyone hurting her aggravated him. She saw a fury brew in his stare. "I didn't see the Buck knife in his hand when I was combing through the site. He played possum for twenty minutes and then when I got close…"

She playfully jabbed her closed fist into Kuro's own abdomen with a puff of air blown into his face, feeling the tensed stomach underneath his shirt when she knocked. She then quickly laid her hand flat against him, thumbing over the taut muscle beneath as she gained a wistful smile. She could just feel just how warm underneath his shirt he was.

Rolling her fingers in strokes down his torso. Her nails clipped and rubbed against the jeans he wore with every unfurling drag of her fingers.

Her middle finger flicking against the button of his pants. She thought of expediting the process, but she wanted to take her time. Enjoy the moment for as long as she can. Who knows when she'll have the chance to do so again.

"I'm lucky he missed all the important stuff. Still hurt like a bitch though." She said with a whinge, her eyes squinting as she recalled the stitching and the lack of anesthesia due to the immediate attention that she received. It made her jaw clench when she recalled the feeling of a needle point digging too deep and improperly. "I was scared of getting stapled. Thought it would hurt. Looking back, it might have been easier."

"I'm so sorry." Kuro replied, then seeing her shake her head. She shrugged, letting her shoulders fall and her eyes shut for a brief moment. Those pursed lips of hers smacking together. "I'm sorry you had to endure such pain."

"Don't be." She said with a longing smile. She reached up and caressed his cheek, feeling the stubble that was growing in scratch her fingers as she rubbed. His eyes widen as she handles him with a gentle hand. A tenderness he began to realize he could get used to. "Just to be working towards seeing the sunrise on a day without the shadow of Shinra casted over us will make it all worth it in the end. Every shed tear, even drip of sweat, every drop of blood. It'll all be worth it."

The two just stared at one another for a moment, taking in the sight of the other. His eyes squinted as he met her hazel eyes and glances to her lips with peaked interest. She stared into his amber eyes with a lustful stare. Her mind raced with all the things she wanted to do and wanted done to her.

The feeling rising in his throat was unfamiliar and different. He squeezed her waist, seeing her smile grow as he did so.

"May I kiss you?" He asked in a single, anxious breath. His eyes closed briefly as he realized what he had asked for. He swore she could hear the rapid thundering of his heart in his chest. Embarrassment spread across his face. She giggled, seeing his cheeks lose their color and his jaw clench. The tremor in his hands had returned. "Please, Jessie?"

"You're so cute!" She said with a nibble of the tip of his nose. She looked over at him, and nodded. Rubbing her chin into his. He was tickled by the motion and felt his cheeks flush with the compliment. "Of course you can kiss me."

The pressure of his lips against her own burned like flames against skin when held too close to a hearth. The tracing of her tongue along the inside of his mouth became more rapturous, so much so that his hands resting along her hips tugged her into his body to bring her closer to him. Pressing her harder against him as he moans against her mouth. Craving another lap of her tongue.

He took her by the waist and quickly switched places with her, pressing her against the very door that she had dragged him through just a few short moments ago. She hummed in excitement.

Kuro gingerly returned his knee to her groin, recalling the shuddering sensation she had when she was held against it earlier and wished to have her experience that pleasure again.

She definitely noticed his intention, with firm heels to the wooden floor, she ground herself against his leg as her hands ran down his thick back. Her nails tracing over his bulging muscles under his shirt and her lips planted firmly against Kuro's.

Her chin dipped and dug her lips deeper with every roll of her mouth, and Kuro had been eager to keep the pace of her movements. His own tongue joining hers and finding respite in the corner of her mouth, before sliding and slipping around hers as the two pink muscles wrestled together between four lips.

He wanted to plunge deeper, his hands moving from her hips to rest along either side of her head. His hands balled into fists as he pressed into the wood and kept her against his chest.

The prior hesitation dissipated as he wanted to shift from wanting to be warmed by the flames of her mouth to needing to grip the burning coals in his bare hands. He needed more of her.

Her hands trailed along his waist, tracing the edges of his jeans before rising up his toned stomach to spread her fingers across his broad chest. Her fingertips scratching the Heartless' powerful pectorals through his shirt and feeling the vibration of his moan reverberate against her lips. She reached for the hem of his shirt and with a few swift tugs, ripped and pulled it off of his torso. Her lips curled to a lecherous grin as she stood between his bare arms and sandwiched between the door and his chest. Admiring his form.

He was built for power, just as she had felt and imagined. With a strong torso, noticeable pectorals that felt like hot stones under her touch and her eyes resting on the tense toned stomach. His thick arms that were naturally powerful and had become more defined through rigorous combat. There was a sturdiness to his stance just as an oak tree is rooted to the earth, with nothing strong enough to make him move.

His body echoed out strength. She had seen he was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, with the way his arms were taut in sword swings or how he pivoted and blocked out his powerful legs in his defensive stance.

But now she could see and feel just how much power he possessed under her own hands. She saw his chest convulse under her barely tangible touch, and his eyes shut quickly at the sensation of her finger tips tracing along the edges of his abs.

The feeling of her hands was so new that he couldn't process it fast enough. Her hands handled him with desire and with precision. Rubbing and touching him with purpose and pointed pressure.

Her thumb brushed over one of his erect nipples with a lewd laugh and saw him take a sudden intake of breath.

He ducked his chin to the side to bury it in his elbow and felt his hands begin to tremor against the door. The tingle of her touch made goosebumps prick along his chest and arms. His heart was hammering in his chest.

She noticed his cheeks were flush, his eyes squinted shut and his jaw was clenched. His arms slightly shaking as he kept his arms straight. As if he were fighting to stay still. She thought for a moment, and slowly her hand traveled to rest against his left breast. Underneath her palm, she felt the rapid pulse of his heart.

That's when she nodded her head in a silent acknowledgment. No one's ever touched him sensually before. In the name of carnal desire and primal pleasure. Her heart aching at the idea of no one touching him kindly.

It must be difficult, to have not known a tender touch but being keenly aware of the feeling of punishing strikes very well. She giggled gently to herself with her bottom lip caught between her teeth in tentative thought. She would have to be patient with him.

Not to leave him alone to be the only one without a shirt on, she tucked in her arms and began to remove her own top.

"Jessie…" Kuro's voice fell in his throat as his eyes admired the paleness of her skin, as she slipped herself out of her deep blue compression shirt and held it in her hand.

His eyes trailed to her flat smooth stomach, his lips curled in an engaged and excited smile. Her arms were thin but packed with noticeable bicep muscles.

That's when he truly noticed and saw the series of scars that ran along her shoulders, and the abdomen that had long since healed left these faded wounds that were the size of coins. Several long slashes along the back of her forearm and along her shoulders.

She balled up her shirt and tossed it alongside his jacket and top. Before she traced her fingers along his jawline.

She took her hands and tucked them into his silver hair, pulling him closer to her chest and letting him enjoy her. Every nip and kiss from him earned a satisfied sound.

She mewled against his hair as her jaw shuddered out a deep throated moan, and she breathed in his scent to catch her breath.

He smelt of musky burnt wood, as if she had lit a few sticks of incense and let them permeate under her nose.

The smell of charred wood mixed with a newly budding smell of freshly rained upon dirt. It reminded her of woodland forests and of fall. His tongue pulled away with a satisfied groan, smacking his lips hungrily as did he so.

She grinned devilishly as she took him by surprise with a stern hooking of her fingers through his belt loops and slowly dragged him toward the bed. Her smile beaming against the dimmed lights of the hotel room. It was infectious, and made him smile as well.

"What are you doing?" He whispered with a short laugh as she graced him with a smile. Those eyes of hers laced with lust.

"You and I nearly took on a hail of gunfire, dodged rockets fired from war machines taller than buildings, and the whole damn reactor crashing atop of us while you carried me in your arms like a knight saving a fair maiden." Jessie recalled with a giggle as she felt her knees get knocked by the edge of her bed frame and forcing her to sit down. She stood eye level with his waist and her nose nearly dipped into his belly button as he nearly followed her onto the bed and onto her. She stared at his multiple belts and shot her gaze up at him.

Biting her bottom lip as her eyes squinted with devious thoughts. Her lips gently pressed at the exposed pelvic area just below his abdomen.

She felt his hot body shudder under her touch and it plumed a heat well into her core. Her eyes still fixed to his orange hued eyes as she grabbed ahold of one of his buckles and began to unlatch it.

He rested his hands along her shoulders, breathing slowly and steadily out of his nose.

"Tonight… let's just be grateful we have a tomorrow for the both of us. Ok? Tonight you're not just a soldier, I'm not just a renegade." Jessie whispered as she returned her eyes to rest on his own eyes. She felt her heart flutter when she met those orange eyes of his. They held the horizon, and felt just as warm as setting sunlight. "You're a man, and I'm a woman… and let's just live in that truth for a little while."

Kuro didn't try to interrupt her momentum, her hands already on the third and final belt by the time she had finished talking.

His massive jeans fell to the floor, the metal buckles crashing in a singular loud thud.

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