Paper Tiger Burning

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Thank you to all the people who were patient and impatient. Not much more to this story. I hope you all don't feel cheated by this chapter.



Finally, finally, the day’s business concluded. Havars remained in Hojo’s custody, and Hojo became head of science at Shin-Ra once more. Eldon took the reins of the company amidst blushes, smiles and cheers. The children were remanded to Cloud’s informal orphanage, made temporary wards until parents and relatives were rounded up.

I could now utterly ravish my flower girl.

“There’s a party,” Reno said, snagging me on my way out of the house of law.

“Fuck the party,” I snarled, grabbing Aerith. She gave a surprised little squeak but settled against my side without complaint. Before anyone else could hinder me, I picked her up and left. She giggled, pressing her face to my pectoral. I felt one of her little hands go under my coat. She spread her fingers out over my skin, stroking gently.

“A momentous occasion that will never happen again and you drag me off,” she teased.

“No event will ever be as important as this one,” I argued, feeling my blood stir at her touch. I couldn’t wait to pin her to a mattress.

I loved her and I needed her.


I got us home in minutes. The moment she shut the door behind us I ripped the phone out of the wall, took my cell and shoved it as deeply as I could into the couch. No interruptions. I would tear apart the first person who dared intrude upon us.

Turning, I halted dead. Aerith waited for me in a sunbeam. Her skin glowed as brightly as her eyes. Lips curling into a gentle smile, she held out her arms. “Sephiroth,” she whispered.

Like in a trance, I moved for her. My flower girl.

Her clever hands attacked my clothing.

We stood together in that warm beam of evening light. My heart felt full as I looked down upon her. “Beautiful girl,” I said softly, burying my face in her smooth hair. My hands moved of their own volition, coasting over the silk of her skin. She clutched at my waist, leaning back in invitation.

I swept her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. I burned for her.

She lay underneath me, eyes seeking mine. The warmth of her love eased me from lust to desire. Here she finally was, my little Ancient. I wouldn’t let her leave this bed until I’d had her over and over and over.

“You are so handsome,” she said quietly, placing her palm on my jaw, “so capable and raw, Sephiroth.” Curling her fingers, she brought me down to her lips.

Her softness brought me to a breaking point. I tasted those lovely lips, reveling in how she opened for me. She always, always opened for me.

“Aerith,” I sighed into her mouth. My mind dwelt on my fortune. I was lucky to have this woman. I didn’t deserve her, didn’t merit her love. But, I would make sure she never had cause to regret giving me this chance.

“I’m so ready for you,” she said in my ear, her breath fanning my neck. “I felt myself grow wet the moment you grabbed me.” Her hand moved down my shuddering spine, tracing the bones lovingly. “Please, no extended foreplay. We’ve teased each other enough. I want you inside of me.”

Could any man resist such an entreaty? I kissed her jaw, trailing down to her lovely throat. Her scent stirred up primitive hunger within me. “I want inside of you, make no mistake,” I answered, nipping her collarbone. “But, if you don’t let me play awhile, I’ll feel cheated.”

“Will you?” she asked, her voice teasing. “What could cheat you now, Sephiroth? You have a woman who loves you, a father who loves you, the sanction of the Planet, the approval of its people, and job security. How could I cheat you by simply wanting to mate you?”

I shivered violently. “I suppose you couldn’t,” I answered in a husky tone. I dipped my hand down, down, easing past the band of her skirt. Her skin, her lovely, creamy, soft, heated skin made me surge with passion. My little flower girl prompted spontaneous combustion.

“Aerith,” I whispered, sweeping her into my arms. “Even if you don’t want the extended foreplay, I insist you let me take you to a bed.”

Giggling, Aerith applied her beautiful lips to my throat. “Living with you is foreplay enough; I swear it by the Planet.”

Ego satisfied, I stood her beside our bed and proceeded to rid her of hateful clothing. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything or anyone.

She helped me. Our fingers tangled together.

I broke the buttons from her top, sending them all over the room. The moment her pretty, uncovered breasts confronted me, I froze in appreciation. Shiva, but she had glorious feminine attributes. I palmed them, feeling their weight and roundness.

A circle within a circle, within a circle…

Bending, I took an enticing nipple into my mouth, ruing I had only one mouth while she had two breasts. Aerith arched, twining her fingers into my hair, jerking my head closer.

She liked rougher appreciation.

I would give it, though in a limited way. Nothing would ever, ever hurt my little flower girl again, not even me. If she wanted the truly rough stuff, she could initiate it. Not now, though. No, now I wanted to worship at her altar.

She tasted like health, like life and benevolence and fertility. I imagined the taut peak in my mouth feeding our child, and my claim to manhood swelled. Temptress that she was, she shoved against it. I groaned, bit down on that rosy nubbin of flesh.

“Sephiroth!”

“Aerith,” I murmured in reply, loving how she responded to me. Always so natural, my pretty, wise little Ancient. I cherished her in every way. I cherished her in ways she didn’t even know.

I felt a hot little hand pushing past my pant laces, wrapping around my all-too-eager cock.

“Men just aren’t this pretty,” she panted. Her free hand occupied itself in mapping my chest and stomach. “I’ve always thought you had godly proportions, Sephiroth.” She rid me of my clothes quickly, leaving me standing there in the altogether.

“I’m just a man,” I growled, grabbing and throwing her to the bed. “I’ll show you that reality.”

I wasted no time in climbing atop her. She squirmed, tried to rid herself of her skirt. I took it, gripped it, and tore it from her. Her naked, unbelievably beautiful body gleamed. I took a bare moment to appreciate my fortune. No one could ever compare to my flower girl. My eyes would never stray to the body of another, not when I had perfection waiting for me at home.

I looked into her forest green, glowing eyes, seeing the dewy lust and need of a wanting female.

She desired me.

Her killer.

Her lover.

Overwhelmed, I bent my head to her neck and breathed her in, tears forming in my eyes. In a logical, sane world I would have never, ever had this moment. I would have died, surrendered to the Lifestream, and that would have been that. I might have met her on the other side. I might have come to a sort of peace with her, but I would have not ever, ever had the chance of creating life with her. I wouldn’t have ever spun any dreams with her in my bed.

“Sephiroth?” Aerith’s hand stroked my jaw. “My love?”

Her love.

Her love.

I rose to look at her. I took in that peerless, poreless beauty, that gauzy and boundless forgiveness, and nearly joined my crazy father in the ranks of happy insanity.

I didn’t deserve this. I didn’t deserve her.

Aerith stroked my bottom lip with her thumb, softly coaxing blood to the surface of my skin. “Musician,” she murmured. “Make a sonata with me.”


No, I didn’t deserve this, and I certainly didn’t deserve her.


But, I would make music with her. I would make her my magnum opus.

“Flower girl,” I breathed. Her liquid eyes threatened to overflow and I knew just how she felt. I knew inundation. I knew what it was to drown in perspective, to suffocate with want and emotion and inadequacy.

“Kiss me,” I pleaded. “Aerith, give me your pretty lips.”

She did.

I drowned in her, in the soft slide of wanting skin on wanting skin. Her tongue twined and twisted upon mine, obliterating my rougher senses, stoking my protective want of her. She was a goddess, a hot and writhing composition of earthly want and heavenly ideal.

My flesh burned.

I would do anything for her. I would kill. I would bathe the world in blood and fire to keep her with me. I would slice myself into tiny bits, reduce myself to gritty, filthy atoms if that would keep her with me. She’d saved me, introduced myself to myself. I couldn’t imagine living without her, without her sanction, without her smile and benevolent integrity.

And, I wanted to mate with her.

I wanted to fuck her.

I wanted to spread her legs, implant myself in her to her core. She was perfect, splendid, without measure and completely, totally mine.

Tearing away from her mouth, I held back to look down upon her.

“Sephiroth,” she sighed. “You know I love you?”

My heart turned to water.

“Yes, flower girl,” I answered, feeling like the lowest beast. My soul struggled up. “I love you, too, beautiful girl.”

“Then,” she said, undulating underneath me, “make love to me. Fuck me. Screw me, make me yours, Sephiroth.” Her arms twined around my neck. Her hands gripped my hair. “I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want anyone but you.”

In the aftermath of her words I could only revel. I focused on that pretty, lush mouth, convinced I’d found some measure of nirvana.

How I’d managed to have her, I didn’t know.

“You know I don’t want anyone but you, Aerith,” I answered, barely keeping hold of my sanity. I lowered to taste her, to fill my mouth with the tang of her gentle and gripping power. “I want only you, sweet thing.”

“Sephiroth,” she sighed. “I know. Now, I want you to make me yours.”

I could do that.

No, I needed to do that.

I rolled to lie beside her. Her soft but strong limbs shifted to entwine with mine. Giddy and lost, I surrendered to the sensation of her needing me.

She wanted, needed me.

Oh, holy Ifrit, she wanted me.

Me.

So much different from need. Her want threatened to un-man me.

“You think too much,” she chided, throwing her leg over mine and rolling atop me. “Noble Sephiroth, you just use your brain too damn much.”

I looked up into her perfect face. I knew she spoke the truth, but what should I do about it?

Aerith smiled. In that smile lay the wisdom and sensuality of worlds.

“Sephiroth,” she repeated.

“Aerith,” I answered back.

She lowered her head. Her lips grazed mine. “My love,” she whispered. “I treasure you. I don’t care how weak or how strong you are, I love you for what and who you are.” She sat back, straddling me. “You are a god, Sephiroth. Do you know that?”

“Yes,” I answered.

Giggling, my flower girl caressed my face with gentle hands. “Arrogant creature,” she murmured. She eased back again, just a little. Reaching behind, she gripped me. I jerked, but I’d barely recovered before I felt her directing me to her hot, slick core. “I told you, I’m tired of foreplay,” she murmured, and she rose up.

“Aerith-.”

“Shhh,” she soothed. “No more drama, and no more waiting.”

My plans to take over, to treat her to my way of lovemaking, died. She impaled herself upon me.

She felt like paradise. Hot, wet, gripping, pulsing paradise.

“Oh, Sephiroth,” she whispered. Her hands spread out on my chest, and she bowed her head.

“Stay still,” I urged, touching her wherever I could, trying to ease the moment. Thank Shiva I hadn’t had to hurt her. Still, I hated that it had hurt her in any way. I felt her blood trickling over my balls. “Let yourself heal while I’m still in you.” If she moved, her hymen would try to repair itself, and I didn’t want this happening again. Once was quite enough to take her virginity.

“Making a perfect fit, are we?” she joked softly, wincing.

I smiled. “Yes. But, you would be a perfect fit under any circumstance.”

Smiling back, Aerith bent to place light kisses upon my chest. “Perfection is a word better suited for you, my beautiful man.”

I sat up, wrapping an arm around her. “We’ll be perfect together. Make other people sick.”

My heart delighted in how she giggled. The pain of the moment had passed.

I took her hips in my hands. “Now, flower girl, we move,” I told her, watching her shiver.

“Show me,” she whispered. “Sephiroth, guide me.”

Sweeter words I’d never heard.

She cried out when I pushed upward. I paused, but not because I thought she might hurt. No, I knew the meaning of that beautiful sound. She’d liked the way I felt, moving inside her, pushing her walls apart.

I slid a hand between us, seeking her tiny trigger. I didn’t intend to meet heaven without her.

“Oh!” Aerith rested her forehead on mine. “I feel like you should always be inside me.” She squirmed, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

I looked into those perfect eyes. She had no idea how thrilling a man would find her words. I couldn’t even reply to them. Instead, I fit my mouth over hers for a blistering, nerve-boiling kiss. Slowly, I began to rock her in my lap.

My entire existence tunneled into the slide of her over my cock, the feel of her clenching around me. I’d waited so long for this, for her, for a woman I could treasure and enjoy. Her softness, her willing compliance, her beauty and her love made me powerful.

Like an animal, I swelled with the need to put a baby inside of her.

I pushed up harder, using my arm to grind her down upon me. My fingers toyed with her clit while my mouth tasted every inch of skin I could reach. Her breathing became labored. I felt her grab my shoulders, her nails digging in. “Sephiroth,” she groaned, setting me on fire. “Please, harder!”

I rolled her to lie underneath me, spread her legs farther. Her back arched and she cried out. I’d never seen anything as lovely as my flower girl writhing beneath me. I felt my balls tightening, going higher. I couldn’t keep from thrusting forcefully, not while she urged me on with her soft cries and even softer flesh. Her sweet pussy felt like the tightest, sucking mouth around me, just begged me to come.

Her hands slid down my back, clenched my ass and dug in. Growling, I nipped her neck. Her legs rose and she traded her hands for her heels, meeting my strokes and demanding more. I felt I would burst, erupt into flames, but I held back, working her little clit in furious circles…

Aerith stiffened. I looked into her eyes, seeing her impending orgasm.

So quick.

Holy fuck, so quick-

She screamed, tore into my back and caged me with her legs. The strength of her orgasm shook my cock, wrung it, pulled and sucked mercilessly.

I was unable to break her grip either inside or out.

I felt blood oozing down my spine and it enflamed me. I pulled back and thrust into her, hard, pushing past her strength. Like a man possessed, I simply drilled her while she sobbed her pleasure.

“Sephiroth!”

“Aerith,” I gasped. “Sweet fucking god, don’t clench-.” If she kept squeezing me like that I would finish, and I didn’t want to finish. I wanted to nail her to this mattress for hours.

But, she ignored me. I felt her tighten impossibly, and she tilted her hips to meet my strikes. Eyes rolling back, I surrendered to her. Lightning rode my spine, coiled in my balls and shot forth. I came and came, rocking her with the force of my boiling bliss. I didn’t know what I was saying, only knew that I made noise, and I couldn’t see anything but the joy and satisfaction in her eyes. The blood pounded in my ears. I bit my tongue so hard it bled.

I hadn’t even stopped jerking when she used her legs to throw me down onto the sheets. Stunned, I looked up into her shining eyes as she climbed atop me. Her head lowered and her lips devoured mine.

“Never letting you out of this bed,” she panted, collapsing over me. “Never, never. Shin-Ra will have to find a new poster boy.”

And, seeming satisfied with her proclamation, Aerith fell into immediate sleep.

I lay there, stroking her hair and smiling like an idiot.


I’d had such plans.


I’d meant to impress her.


I was such a fool.


But, I was a happy fool.