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Legacy of the Lifestream	By : butabara Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 2387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
A.N. And here's the next one, kiddos! Many thanks to riverseithr and Sytherea Orianthe for their help with ideas/editing! Sukai's flashback scene was written entirely by riverseithr, so all credit for it goes to her! Thanks, guys!
Everyone else, R&R please!
Chapter 10: Instability
"What's going on?" They heard Sephiroth's voice from the doorway, Aerith right behind him. "I feel... so much power..."
Emotions rampaged through Harmony again and she gasped in realization.
"Its Kiku... She's bonded!"
!#$%^&*()
"What? How do you know?" Kadaj asked as he placed Harmony on the floor next to Sassi.
"I can feel her! And the twins! She just went into Guardian Mode... that's not good! From what I understand, Guardians don't bond until they're at least sixteen... that's too much power for a body as small as hers!" Harmony said, a frantic edge in her voice.
"Are they okay?" Aerith asked, crouching down next to the two.
"She's terrified... and angry... oh my God... She... she bonded with both of them!" Harmony said, awe in her voice.
"That makes no sense!" Sassi interrupted. "The scrolls we found said one Cetra per Guardian... How could she bond with them both?"
"The stress of the situation. The twins were in danger, and Kiku was the only Guardian around, and she was unbonded." Sephiroth said, calmly.
Harmony shot to her feet. "We have to hurry! If she stays in Guardian Mode too long, or keeps going back and forth, the power will be too much! It could kill her!" She said, trying to rush out of the door. Sephiroth caught her by the arms.
"Calm down. Panic will not help her or us. Get the rest of your things packed. I'm going to get Angeal and Genesis. I have a feeling that we'll need them in Banora."
Harmony growled and shrugged him off. "Fine! We'll take it slow, and in the mean time, our children are probably being tortured and starved and-and-and... Oh! Whatever!" Harmony said, storming past him and returning to her room, the door slamming with a loud 'BANG!'
Sephiroth sighed and put his thumb and forefinger to his eyes. "This is not going to be easy. I'm working with amatuers."
Kadaj scowled at the man whose genes he harbored. "She's afraid, Sephiroth. That is her daughter. My daughter. Put yourself in her shoes and imagine that it was Aerith that was taken." He said, slipping past the General and letting him think over his words. He came to Harmony's bedroom and knocked on the door. He could hear her sniffling on the other side, and he knew that if he didn't go in there and help her pack, she wouldn't be ready.
"Go away!" She called through the door.
"Not a chance. Open up." He answered.
"I don't want to deal with you right now, Kadaj!" She snarled.
"Too bad!" He hissed back. "Open this Godsbedamned door right now, or I'll break it down. You fucking know I can!"
He heard a snort from the other side, and the the lock slide. He pushed the door open and stepped inside the room.
"I know that you're scared, but he's right. You need to calm down. Give me that shirt before you tear it apart." He said, snatching the shirt that she was folding out of her hands.
"Damnit! I don't need your help, I just need..." She trailed off, her voice quivering as she fought not to break down. "I just need..."
"You just need to relax. You've already finished most of it. Let me do the rest, you just sit here and think of other things. Talk to me about something completely unrelated." Kadaj urged, taking her arms and forcing her to sit down on the bed beside the duffle bag.
Harmony huffed, but did as she was told, although in her current state of mind, the only thing she could think of to talk about was something that would bite at the Remnant and make him as emotionally unstable as she was.
"Why are you being so sweet to me?" She asked.
Kadaj froze. "What was that?"
"Why. Are. You. Being. So. Sweet. To. Me?" Harmony said again, carefully annunciating each word. "Seven years ago, you'd have been harsh and brutal. You'd have forced me into a corner and made me see your point."
Kadaj blinked at her. He turned back to his task before answering with his own question. "Does it bother you?"
"Its not the Kadaj I remember." Harmony said.
"Maybe that Kadaj died a long time ago. Would you rather I backed you into a corner?"
"I would rather you stop treating me like some flighty animal that's going to flee at the first sign of your true personality!" She snapped.
Kadaj slammed the pants he was holding down into the bag and turned on Harmony, grabbing her by the arm and forcing her up, before slamming her into the bedside table and forcing her over backwards.
"Is this what you want from me?" He asked, leaning in to her neck. "Do you want me to hurt you? I'm trying to make this work between us! I want to be with you! Gods, its like I have to start all over again! You're acting like you did when we first met!"
"And how was that?" Harmony asked calmly.
"Like you're afraid of me. Afraid of being with me."
Harmony scowled and squirmed until he pulled away and looked at her. "I do not fear you." She said in a low voice.
"Don't you?" Kadaj smirked cruelly. He leaned into her neck again, inhaling the scent that he had missed so much. "If it isn't fear, then what's the shiver that just ran down your spine?" He nipped at her, smirking, as he knew exactly what the shiver was for.
Harmony did shudder... but it wasn't just because of his words. With a growl, she shoved with all of her strength, sticking her foot behind his and bringing him to the ground. Kadaj only had a moment to stare in shock before Harmony fell on him, smashing her lips to his and biting at his upper lip.
With a sound of surprise, Kadaj locked his arms around her, pressing his hands to her butt and yanking her against him.
Harmony snarled and shoved his hands away, sitting up and scooting down his body until she was wrestling with the button of his pants.
"Hey!" Kadaj said, startled, "You don't need to go that far!" His senses were slowly starting to come back and he realized that this could be very detrimental to their relationship as it currently was.
"Shut the fuck up." Harmony hissed, yanking his pants open and reaching in none-too-gently. Kadaj shuddered and almost lost it then and there when he felt her hand wrap around him. He'd pined for this moment for seven years... and now that he had it, he knew it wasn't right.
"You don't really want this, Hari." He said as gently as he could as her smooth hands stroked him to erection, reaching out and grasping her wrist to stop her. "You're pissed, and this isn't what you want. So you'd better stop, before I can't." He warned, knowing that with as long as he had gone without her touch, his control would snap very soon.
"I said. Shut up." Harmony said again, grasping the wrist of the hand stopping her with her other hand and releasing a small jolt of electricity. Kadaj hissed and yanked his hand back. "I'm not the same person, either!" She said, tightening her grip and speeding her strokes, watching in dark fascination as the Remnant plastered his hands to the floor and threw his head back, Adam's Apple bobbing as he struggled to swallow the moan that begged to pour from his lips.
Harmony continued. "I didn't have the choice to stay the same! I had to run! I had to kill to keep myself and our daughter safe!" Her voice cut off on a sob. Quickly making the decision that talking was useless at this moment, she slid further down his body, knowing already how close he was to release. She could feel the pulsing of his length in her hand, could see his stomach muscles quivering under his shirt as the fabric rode up.
With a deep breath, she leaned down and engulfed him.
"Hari, no! Shit!" Kadaj groaned loudly. Against his will, his hips rose from the floor, his hands fisting in her hair and fighting between ramming himself down her throat, and yanking her away. Her growl around him did him in and he nearly screamed, lights flashing behind his tightly closed eyes as the heat exploded and he felt his essence pour out of him. He grit his teeth and growled at his lack of control, even though it was to be expected.
His eyes narrowed when Harmony sat up and stared him dead in the eye as she turned her head and spit. It was meant as an insult, and was received that way.
Harmony wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "There." She spat, "You got what you wanted, now get out!" She stood and turned her back to him, expecting him to get up and leave after her not-so-subtle dismissal. Instead she squealed in surprise when she was grabbed from behind by a furious Remnant. Kadaj locked one arm in front of her, pinning hers beneath it, and snarled into her neck as his other hand wandered down her body. He gripped her breast and kneaded harshly.
"If you think that all I want from you is sex, then its you who never really cared about me!" He hissed before biting down on the nape of her neck, listening with sadistic pleasure to her pained gasp. She bucked in his arms, trying to get him to let go of her. This only caused him to tighten the arm holding her against him. He leaned forward, forcing her to bend over the bed. He then removed his arm from around her, instead pulling her elbows back and threading his arm through them and grasping the opposite wrist, effectively trapping her arms. His other hand left her breast and traveled roughly down her abdomen, and then he slipped under her skirt and into her panties.
"Fuck you, you-Oh!-you bastard!" Harmony seethed, writhing when those talented fingers she remembered so well began wreaking havoc at her core.
"Yeah, you did that. You fucked me and then you left me." He snarled back, roughly dragging his fingers across her clit. "Maybe that was your plan the whole time! String me along, make me want you, make me need you, make me love you, and then leave me with nothing, sobbing in the dirt when I realized that you were gone!"
At his words, Harmony sobbed, the pain and devastation in his voice breaking down the angry wall she'd built around herself. When she slumped back against him, Kadaj released her, letting her slide down his body to fall in a heap on the floor.
"I'm sorry..." She sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Kadaj... I-"
Kadaj took a deep breath and let it out slowly, making a soft sound in his throat at her words. He dropped down next to her, pulling her into his lap to sit with her back flush against him.
"I know." He said. Harmony's head fell back to rest on his shoulder as she cried bitter, angry tears.
"I didn't want to stay." She whispered.
"I know."
"The coven would have-"
"I know." He cut her off. He slowly raised his hand, cupping her throat and jaw and forcing her closer to him before laying soft kisses against the side of her neck. "I mourned you." He whispered in a ragged voice. "I waited... faithfully... for five years. And when the portal wouldn't open... I died inside. Without you, there was no point. Before you came along, Jenova was my life. I lived and breathed for her." He slowly smoothed his hand down her torso again, once more slipping into her panties to pet at the moist heat radiating from her body. "But then I met you."
Harmony's breath quickened when his fingers resumed their petting, her hand coming up to cover his resting lightly over her throat and jaw, and her other fisting in his clothes behind her.
"After everything that happened... I never intended to love you. I only wanted to have my fun before coming home and finishing what I'd started... but I did fall in love with you." Kadaj punctuated his words with a hard nip to her ear.
"Kadaj..." Harmony whimpered, squirming in his arms as his fingers slid over her slick flesh. "I... I love you!" She cried as he finally pushed her over the edge. Kadaj released her, his hands falling to his sides. He allowed Harmony to rest against him for a moment as she caught her breath, and then stood with her in his arms. He placed her on the bed, laying one final kiss on her brow. With one more look and sigh, he turned from her, leaving the room to fester in the blistering silence that engulfed the dark-haired witch.
!#$%^&*()
Two hours later saw the airship flying above the sunset-laden plains outside of old Midgar. Sukai stood alone on the outer deck, watching the world pass below her and wishing for the freedom of true flight. It made her think of the day she was saved, the day that she discovered that Men are more capable of brutality and evil than monsters are. It made her angry, this group of murderers that wanted to kill her friends-no, her family-just because of the genes in their bodies. Being a monster... its not what you are. Its who you are. She sighed heavily.
Her life was perfect where she was. She got to play with all sorts of exciting toys, she got to create inventions that would help the world maintain its state of peace, and got to be close to those to whom she owed her life. She even almost got a kiss from General Sephiroth, himself! And then the damned GR pulled their sneaky, cowardly little trick, and took that moment away from her.
"Such a fierce look." Came the voice from behind her. "One might think you're contempleting things you shouldn't."
Sukai gulped and turned around to face Sephiroth.
"Uh... hi." She said lamely.
"Good evening. Are you all right?" He asked, coming to stand beside her as he leaned out over the rail.
"Uh... Yeah. Personal things. Memories. Demons." She whispered the last part.
Sephiroth nodded. "I have my own demons. Everyone does. A good friend told me that sharing them, letting them out, will make them go away, or seem less significant. Would you like to talk about it?" He surprised himself by offering his ear, and his shoulder. Hell, arm, leg, lungs. Anything she needed at that point, the General grudgingly admitted he would offer, if it would make her smile.
"Oh, I don't want to bother you." Sukai started, not really sure if the General would think less of her because of her past. "I don't want to bore you with a sob-story about poor little Sukai Hiroshima-Williams."
Sephiroth looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "By all means, bore me. It can't be any better or worse than my own past, and I won't judge you. I think we can safely say that my demons are darker than anyone could ever imagine."
Sukai sighed and looked out over the now-dark landscape. She'd never really talked about it to anyone other than Tseng, and her Gēgē had been there for the latter part.
"Just start talking. I'll listen." Sephiroth prodded again, and Sukai gave in. She closed her eyes, refusing to let herself see any of the pity that might or might not be shown in the General's eyes, and launched into her tale.
"Okay." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was fifteen when they took me, and I never knew why..."
{Flashback}
Sukai's teenaged body was curled up in the corner of her small cell. They had seperated her from the others, being a danger to them when she was able to get the other children to help. It had been how long now? Days, weeks, months, years? She didn't know, her mind was clinging onto the last piece of reality. Survive. That is what it told her to do, and she listened. Beaten, drugged, broken, and Gods know what else. Things were a blur. However she never stopped resisting. Never gave up.
Her thin hands grabbed what pieces or fragments of scrap metals and parts she could. Her father was a great Shin-Ra mechanic, living in Rocket Town dealing with the newly appointed Captain, and long-time friend Cid Highwind. That must have been it, they were Anti-Shinra, or were they after her mother? Her mother was once part of the Wutai Ninja, Wu Sheng. Though it was not common for a woman to be a part of the Wu Sheng, her mother excelled at it, until she met her husband. Could they be Pro-Shinra, cleaning up the mess left from the Wutai Conflict?
She was a prodigy from both of them, learning and accelling at her studies, and proof that war brings people together in the oddest of ways. After the conflict they moved to Rocket Town to escape most of the aftermath. Not many cared about what politics went on in Rocket Town, all they cared about was the cost or time it would take for the latest in technology to be completed. Her father taught her how to program hardware and how to make anything from just a few wires and a hunk of scrap metal. Her mother taught her the ancient traditions of self-defense, and weaving of the lifestream through Materia usage, but none of it helped. Those people kept her under something, it was Magic. Everyone of Wutai was well versed in recognizing and countering most all spells. It was something else, in those needles.
Little pinpricks would remind her when they were about to take her. It was the last true thought she had, through the pain. Was she even in pain? Her mind swam through the ocean of voices after they gave her that thing... she hated it. She craved it. It was so hard for her to become lost, she resorted to the meditation techniques she was told about if she ever found herself lost. It was her saving grace. She performed them while being dragged away by those men with the rough hands. She was able to see flashes of people coming at her and she lashed out, waking up later with bruises and the metallic smell of blood and a scent she couldn't recall but was familiar to her.
The other children would tell her what happened to the others, how they would be bleeding in places that shown no cuts, how they could not move for days. The green solution, it was posion, that much she knew. She had to rid herself of it, but she couldn't. The longer they left her to her thoughts the more an aching feeling would return, and eventually her skin would crawl and cry out in misery. So she remembered her mother's words: 'Nàxiē ruò lièwù bóruò zìjǐ wǒ de xiǎo jiāhuo. Fāxiàn de ruòdiǎn, bìng fěnsuì tāmen.' The last part rang in her head, Find that weakness and crush them.
So she set out to discover what it was. She then began to bend so she would not break. Asking to have the mixture, the posion she hated and only allowed herself to take as much to stop the pain. She was skilled at making people believe her, showing them what they wanted. She stuck the needle just into the skin and then pushed the needle to the side through the other side, slowly pushing the plunger and feeling the slow drip of liquid pass over her skin. Her skin sapped up what was needed, only what was needed. Enough to keep her alive, and to stop the pain. After she made them believe she injected herself, a few days of convincing them and stealing a needle to prick herself to find exactly how to do it, she faked the symptoms. The glassy eyed look of the faces of children that passed her cell, the zombified walk of those between life and death, but the hardest part was not defending herself when the swings and slashes came.
She heard them, they were selling souls of children to feed their greed. To sate their thirst for the finer things in life, and they themselves indulged in the posion. They were willing to sell life to Leviathan knows what for this? Internally she was seething while still keeping the blank expression on her face. She would have to keep up appearances for now, to learn the layout, who was in charge, and how many lives needed saving. Her father's words rang in her head: "Little angel, you protect those who can't. You understand darlin'? Go out there and show 'em that there is someone to protect 'em. Gain honor by helping 'em."
It was what kept her going, and after a while she found the opportunity and knew the layout. She built a EMR out of scraps. It was not strong but it would stun a man long enough for her to do some damage to them. Now all she had to do was to get them to open the cage. She padded her dirty feet across the floor and smiled at the guard. She never let them know she spoke fluent Midgarian, not just the fragments she let go when they abused her.
"See boss," she said weakly, licking her chapped lips, "Been good."
"So you have," said the guard, "I have no idea why he has kept you, though you are his favorite play thing."
Yes, she was dragged to the room, drugged up, and forced to face man and beast alike. They knew she was a fighter, and if anyone could beat her into unconciousness, she shuddered at the thought. They tormented her until she had little of herself left. The part she was forced to play was becoming harder to seperate herself from, and the animalistic side they forced out of her was fighting to take control as well. She swallowed the sudden urge to tear out the man's throat for taking so long. He moved and unlocked the cell door and went over to the wall and unlatched the chains that bound her to the wall and added the ones that kept her from squirming, much. She knew not to move, or they would bring pain and deny her meals and other things she needed. After the man took her chains from the wall she was lead quietly to the Don's room.
Her eyes narrowed at the greasy man. Fine tailored suit, excessive jewelry, body was round and showed his love for food, and the gaze showed his love of children. Weak, innocent, and broken, all but her. She could recall all the times she lashed out at this man, biting, clawing, breaking anything she could get her hands on, and eventually he learned not to lay a hand on her. He forced her to watch the defilement of others, torture, then the end of them. The last little torment he had for her was to feed her too much of that drug, rob her of her senses, only to wake with a dead little girl in her arms, hands covered in the lifeblood. It tore her to pieces, she couldn't remember if she cried, or if the tears ever stopped.
"So my tiger, there you are," he chuckled between puffs of that cigar that he smoked.
"Give," she said sadly, "Been good, no hurt. I hurt."
"Yes," he said rising, "I am very fortunate to have a little tiger under my heel. Mako, beautiful substance."
Three guards in the room, then the Don. Her ragged clothing was barely enough to cover herself, but just enough to keep the EMR hidden, or at least the miniturized version she made. The weeks living in hell, she crafted the one thing that would make this worth it. She tugged gently at the restraints that kept her arms against her body. She used her now long nails to hide a piece of metal under, the shard tore into her skin, but it was needed to loosen the screw on the left side of the contraption. That was the retraints weak point. As the Don's eyes dragged over her, she loosened the screw and waited for the needle to pierce her skin. The raw Mako flooded her veins, releasing the numbing feeling she craved. She closed her eyes, silently preparing herself for what was coming next.
Outside the Hideout, Shinra had finally got the evidence they needed. It was more profitable to have this man under their heel than dead, drugs, guns, Materia, anything that went into trade, this man had a hand in it. Tseng was the one sent to clear out the Hideout and capture him. Within a few minutes he issued orders to the others and was inside, taking out as many as he could. He ran down the halls as he silently used his gun to dispatch the men under his guard. The men were easy kills, easy targets, only giving as much attention to their surroundings as they were paid. It was unerving to see what men would do for money. Before he entered the main office a voice rang over the comm.
"Sir," came the voice of the greenhorn, Reno, "I don't think doin' buisness with him is good for us. This is some fucked up shit, yo. You gotta see this boss man. There are some here younger than me."
Tseng narrowed his eyes, how Rufus had convinced him to bring that child along he would never know. However they did not have any information on human trafficking. One of the policies that Shira incorperated is that human trafficking was to be shut down. Drugs and other items could be controlled in many ways, but humans, lives, it was something even Rufus Shinra frowned upon. Tseng confirmed his understanding to Reno and kicked open the door, this man... would die. After they got what they needed off him, he would be lucky if a public execution was allowed. Kicking the door open he would not expect the sight of a small, skeleton-like child beating the man half to death with what resemebled the EMR.
"Stop!" commanded Tseng.
"He dies!" a feminine voice hissed.
The child was underfed, abused, reds, blacks, and purples decorating the milky white skin, her hair was knotted and caked with what could have been anything, but by the smear of red on her face and the dead guards, it was blood. Her eyes were distant, full of hate and anger, but the glow that they emited was obvious. She had been given Mako, and by the marks on her skinny arms, a lot of it. Tseng was not given a choice, he ran to the girl and picked her up. Looking over her features he noticed she too was from the Motherland of Wutai. He held her close and felt her struggling viciously against his grip.
"Tā shì tōngguò," he breathed, feeling the fragile state of her body.
The girl stopped struggling and looked at him with intelligent eyes, "You speak Wutaian? Nǐ wèishéme zài zhèlǐ?"
"I did not know you were fluent in it as well, and it would seem you are fluent in Midgarian as well," he spoke as she looked him over, "As for why I am here, we are shutting this man down. I am from Shinra, I am a TURK."
"Fùqīn works for Shinra, Micheal Williams," she said relaxing against him, her body giving into the need for rest, "Nàgè húndàn, tā sǐle...Nuòyán? He hurt my friends. Hurt me... Gave us that dúyào... killed some of us. Not me. I am strong."
"What is your name?" asked Tseng.
"Sukai," she whispered collapsing into his arms out of exhaustion.
She was given medical treatment as well as the dozens they found. Those they saved surrounded her, and those who were conscious told them she took away the pain. She fought for them and when they were going to be taken she attacked the guards. She fought and eventually she was seperated. Then they told them that the Don took special interest in her and all the horrible facts, the medical examination confirmed. She was addicted to Mako, she was forced to kill to survive, and all her innocence was lost. Tseng knew that if she was sent anywhere else she would die from the need of the Mako her body and mind craved, and she was brilliant, a closer look at her weapon, it was almost a perfect replica, if smaller, of the standard issue EMR. Turk or Soldier could use her, Shinra did not save lives and expect nothing in return either. Her life for those that were saved, sighing he called his superior who found the file of her father, and read aloud said girl's background.
She would be a perfect canidate, and perhaps since she was so close in age to Reno, she could control him. He made the second call to seal her fate and save her life. After the conversation with ShinRa, it was clear the next step, informing her parents she would not be home until graduation. Sukai was strong, she fought through the detox, she controlled her violent outbursts and did everything that Tseng asked, but only listened to Tseng. All else to her were not worthy of her time and she lashed out at them. Eventually she was deemed well enough to stop private tutoring, and try and intergrate her with society. Though traumatized she gained a little of herself everyday, becoming bright, cheerful, and a magnetic personality. A far cry from the caged animal Tseng found in the office that day he saved her life.
{End Flashback}
"People, regular people, they were the ones who condemed me, tortured me, robbed me of everything. Jenova, that wasn't on anyone's mind...before and after. Why should I harbor any animosity to those who had nothing to do with my confinement? I got over it sure, after years of therapy and some Turk brand fun. I spend my life saving those who need it, working for a better future. If anyone sees me as a defilement of the surface of Gaia because of whom my friends are...they are pathetic. No one had a choice in the matter about how they came to be. They just did, what they have a choice in is what they do in their lives, with the time that is given to them. These people could have found other ways, there is always another way." Sukai finished, finally opening her eyes and peering at Sephiroth. To her surprise, she found no pity, no irritation. Instead she found respect, and what looked like awe.
"You are a very strong woman." Sephiroth said, pushing away from the railing and stepping close to her, so close that even a breath couldn't pass between their bodies.
"You... you don't think its stupid to hang onto it?" Sukai asked, looking down. Her heart sped and then thudded to a halt when Sephiroth hooked a long finger under her chin, forcing her to make eye contact.
"I think what I said. You are a very strong woman, that has earned my respect." He said, leaning down to her.
'He's gonna kiss me! He's gonna kiss me! Quick! Say something!' Sukai's brain screamed at her body.
"Th-thank you-" She managed to stutter just before the General's lips landed on hers.
Her arms immediately locked around his neck as she rose to her toes to deepen the kiss, Sephiroth's tall frame molded to her body perfectly. Sephiroth sighed into her mouth, his tongue swiping across the seam of her lips and begging entrance.
Sukai granted it, opening her mouth and nearly swooning when his tongue rushed in to battle with hers. She lost her balance and stumbled forward, succeeding in catching the General off-guard. The two stumbled, Sephiroth being forced backwards and refusing to release Sukai's lips.
Sukai gasped and tried to pull away when she felt the jarring of Sephiroth's body hitting the metal wall behind him, but he stopped her, grasping her shoulders and holding her against him as he tossed his head back to connect with the metal, a small, nearly inaudible groan passing his lips, and Sukai's eyes flashed.
She raised her hands, fisting her fingers in that long, silky, silver hair, and fused their lips together again, leaning up on the tips of her toes to better pin the great man to the wall with more force.
This time, the Dread General couldn't stop the groan that poured from his throat and down hers. He had to stop this. It was too soon to take her to his bed... and this wasn't the appropriate time, anyway. He used his superior strength to push her away, feeling himself harden almost instantly at the irritated growl she emitted.
"Now is not the time." He panted, laying his head against her hair. She smelled like jasmine, and his eyes threatened to roll back in his head.
Sukai took a shuddering breath and nodded her head. "You're right. This is... too soon." She was fighting with everything inside of her to keep the blush off of her face. "I... uh... I guess I'll go to bed, then. Night!" She managed to squeak out, pulling open the door beside him and rushing through it.
Sephiroth closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, laying his head back on the metal wall behind him. He was suddenly very glad that the airship had a superb water-filtration system, as the ache at his groin was growing uncomfortable.
He was going to need a very cold shower.
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