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Dream of Me (chapters 0-7)	By : ladysanzennine Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female > Sephiroth/Aerith Views: 2116 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
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Dream of Me
Chapter 6
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“If those don’t suit you, perhaps you’d like to stay in the clothing you have on now,” he said.
Thought processes halted. They always did that in his presence.
He seemed to fill the entire opening of the elegantly arched doorway. Gone was the intimidating leather battle uniform. In its place he wore what looked to be a more standard military uniform – though entirely in black with only the barest of silver trimmings. Obviously tailored specifically for him, the coat fit snuggly, emphasizing wide shoulders and a strong chest. Masamune hung sheathed at his hip, a reminder to any and all of just who they were seeing.
Not that such a reminder was needed.
Sunlight reflected off the long fall of silver hair – a stark contrast to the somber black of his attire. Eyes of green ice shards glinted in the golden light and all she could do was stare.
“No, I don’t believe I’d complain if you chose to remain in those. A great improvement from that ugly blue thing you were wearing last night.”
His soft voice shattered her out of her reverie and she let out a small yelp in surprise. She quickly brought the dress she held in her hands close to her body, trying to cover what skin she could with it.
“Don’t you know how to knock?” she demanded while flushing bright red. She looked around for assistance. “Where’s Jamie?”
He smiled at her wolfishly as he slowly, deliberately closed the space between them with measured steps. His eyes dropped to her bare feet and swept back up the length of her body, taking note of her loose flowing hair and how wild and desirable it made her look. He said, “I dismissed her. You won’t be needing her this morning.”
Aeris opened her mouth to ask him what he meant by that only to find herself roughly drawn against an unyielding human wall and her lips claimed by ones she remembered all too well. Heat assaulted her senses as his ungloved hand trailed lightly along her bare skin, from shoulder to wrist. His lips brushed teasingly against hers while she blinked in shock, unable to command her body to move away.
She felt the dress in her hands gently pried from her fingers to drop into a neglected pile of silk by their feet. With that bit of fabric removed from between them, his hand fell to the smooth flare of her hip and his tongue slid between her slightly parted lips, demanding they open further for his exploration. The exhilarating sensation of his kiss was as sharp and heady as it had been five years ago. And just like five years ago, it completely deprived her of the ability to reason and act logically.
Aeris pressed closer to his body, tilting her head back to give him better access to her mouth. Their tongues played together in a gentle caress so different from the viciously possessive claiming she would’ve expected. Fire raced from her lips to where her breasts flattened against his hard chest and lower still to the heated junction of her thighs.
He lifted one hand from where it held her tightly against his body to the back of the bothersome item that hid her breasts from him. With a quick twist of his wrist, the dual clasps were undone and he gently slid the straps down her arms to fall to the ground along with the discarded dress. His lips never left hers. There would be no interruption of the spell he weaved over her.
With the garment removed and forgotten, he was free to caress the pale, amber peaked flesh that was revealed and seemed to beg for his attention. His thumb stroked the delicate underside of her breast while the calloused palm massaged the outer side. When his fingertips brushed the hardened nub of her nipple and his other hand trailed from her hip down to tease the skin at the back of her thigh, she moaned into his mouth before tearing away from his lips.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked raggedly through erratic breaths. Her head continued to spin as she gazed at him through heavy lidded eyes. Her hands had tangled themselves within his moonlight hair, but she didn’t care to remove them.
Sephiroth bent down to gently bite the side of her neck before she could catch his expression. “Because I wish to,” he whispered as he took the tender lobe of her ear carefully between his teeth. “Because I like feeling you tremble like this.”
His mouth returned to hers, harder this time, passion and desire a small flame that had been fanned into a raging inferno. He devoured her mouth without restraint and she returned his fervor. While one hand continued to stroke her breasts, eliciting frequent shudders from her body, his other quickly reached towards the dagger he kept hidden on him at all times. Aeris didn’t notice the movement, nor did she pay any attention to the feeling of her last remaining undergarment cut away from her body to fall to the floor along with the blade.
“Because I can,” Sephiroth spoke against her kiss swollen lips. Because you belong to me.
When his fingers brushed along the length of her soft inner thighs and stroked the crease where leg met torso, the merest teasing touch against wet femininity, she cried out again. He lingered there, drawing out the sensual torture, feeling her hold her breath in anticipation while her body strained towards him. After what felt like an endless moment to her, his hand slipped slightly deeper, brushing against the over sensitized nub of flesh that lay at the apex of her womanhood. Aeris gasped from the incredible pleasure of his careful touch and felt her knees give out beneath her. She remained standing only by the strength of his arm around her.
She wanted to tell him to stop. She wanted to tell him to finish it. And yet, if the moment were to never end, she knew she wouldn’t complain.
She moaned again, against the collar of his jacket while leaning on him heavily for support. “Oh, gods,” she cried as his expert fingers continued their work, skillfully manipulating her body to sing to his tune. When they found her opening and slipped inside with agonizing slowness, she thought she would scream.
Perhaps she did.
He chuckled softly in her ear when he felt her inner muscles clench around his finger and her body jerk violently in his embrace. The hot, creamy feel of her was driving him mad, but he controlled his desire with an iron will.
“Your cry to the gods begs the question: what is it you want from them?” he asked in a seductive purr. “Or rather,” his thumb flicked over her sensitivity again, gaining him another pleasurable groan from her, “What is it you want from…me?”
Their love play had progressed beyond reason and her actions were far past merely wanton. So she raised her head from his shoulder to taste his lips, showing him her answer in a form clearer than words.
Had she forgotten her anger towards him? Completely. His presence made it impossible to remember or think of anything except what he made her feel when his hands began exploring her body.
“Just get it over with,” she told him, driven beyond desperation. “Please,” she gasped when his finger slid out of her only to have two return, stretching her in a way that was both uncomfortable and yet entirely welcome.
“So my pet admits to her own need.” Sephiroth smiled. “Does she accept her master’s command?”
She met his eyes boldly, ignoring the fact that he remained fully clothed while she wore nothing and could hardly stand on her own. “You aren’t my master.”
Sephiroth laughed, the bright sunlight glinting off his white teeth and naturally glowing eyes. “Are you certain?” he asked her.
His hands left her body for an instant and in one fluid motion, she was lifted up to lie in the cradle of his arms. He walked towards the bed and dumped her unceremoniously upon the crumpled satin sheets. He lifted one knee onto the mattress, by her side, to lean over her beautifully bare form. He bent down until his face was a scant few breaths away from hers. A stray glance downwards revealed her heaving breast, her breathing heavy from passion and anger.
“Eventually you’ll come to accept it,” he assured her. He stole a quick, brutal kiss before continuing, “You’re mine. Don’t forget that.”
Aeris ground out from beneath him, “I don’t belong to you. You’ll have to wait for the rest of eternity for me to accept something that ridiculous.”
He was doing it again. Playing with her senses – alternating between driving her wild with desire and crazy with fury.
He spoke as though he hadn’t heard what she’d said. “You will do what I tell you to. And you will do it immediately and without question. And,” he added, “You will wear what I want you to wear.”
“You’re mad if you think I’m going to wear those clothes!” Aeris exclaimed. She could not believe what she was hearing. He couldn’t be serious.
“Well, if you prefer, you can walk around openly in what you’re wearing now.” His hand traveled brazenly from her neck, down between her breasts to rest upon the mound below her navel. Aeris tried to strike at him but he effortlessly caught her hand and pinned it down by her head. “But, since I have no intention of letting you wear the clothes that Jamie brought you, you should be happy.”
Aeris stopped struggling beneath him, knowing that it was useless. She allowed her limbs to relax, but her eyes continued to shoot daggers at Sephiroth. In a voice of ice she asked, “Why did you bring me here?”
One corner of his lips curved upwards in more of a smirk than a smile, ignoring her once more. “You’ll serve in the palace with the rest of the staff. So rest assured. You won’t be forced to wear anything as nice as silk or velvet.”
He pushed himself off the bed and walked towards the place they had stood before. Bending down, he quickly retrieved his dagger and returned it to the hidden sheath in his uniform. He straightened and moved to the door, which Aeris noticed with a violent blush, was wide open. Anyone passing through the hall could have seen them. In the doorway, he paused, turning back to face her.
“As for why you’re here - you’ll wait upon my pleasure.”
Then he was gone, leaving Aeris confused, angry, embarrassed, but more than anything, frustrated. She lay back on the bed, pulling the sheets over her body for modesty, mulling over his words.
Do what he tells me to do? Wait on his pleasure?!
It took her several moments of wide eyed staring at the ceiling to realize that pleasure in that context didn’t necessarily mean that type of pleasure. Especially with what had just transpired between them. Or rather, what had failed to transpire between them.
And it was that thought that inexplicably rose above the others that were clamoring for attention in her mind.
He’d just walked away. Just like that – as though he’d felt nothing himself after the chaos he’d wreaked on her body. That hurt, even if she should feel happy that he hadn’t fully violated her yet…there was no denying the fact that when he was with her, she wanted him to take her. And she knew that it wasn’t because he was made of ice. Heaven knew with all the talk about his mistress…
Was she not as good as this Sandria? She recalled what her abductors had said when they thought she was still unconscious aboard the airship. They had wondered why Sephiroth would bother with her when he had his voluptuous mistress by his side. She sighed. Why indeed.
To wait upon my pleasure.
She was going to scream. She really was. Did the man ever make sense? He nearly turned the world upside down to find her. And for what? To work in the palace as a regular servant. Why in Heaven’s name would he go to all that trouble for this end? He didn’t plan to kill her. If he wanted her body then why didn’t he take it when he had the perfect opportunity?
And why, why did he even remember her when they’d only met briefly five years ago?
From the direction of the door came the sound of someone clearing their throat. Aeris turned her head to see the woman who’d shown her to this room the previous night. She resolutely pushed the troubling thoughts of Sephiroth and his indecipherable thinking out her mind as she sat up.
“I trust you slept well?” The woman asked with perfunctory courtesy. She made her way towards the bed and dropped the armful of dull gray cloth she was carrying beside Aeris.
Aeris resisted the urge to laugh, instead replying, “Well enough, I suppose. Are these for me?” She questioned, reaching for the topmost item in the pile.
It was colorless, shapeless, and ugly. A shirt that looked old and well worn, with short sleeves and a small v-neck that would cover her to the hips and reveal absolutely nothing that could be considered enticing. Well, unless someone had a special passion for forearms. Beneath the shirt she’d picked up was an equally unattractive skirt that was full length. It’s only saving feature was that it looked comfortable, at least.
“Yes, they’re for you,” the woman told her, “They should fit you alright.”
Seeing as they look like one-size-fits-all…Aeris silently added. What was worse, she wondered? Looking like a prostitute or looking like a horribly poor peasant? And hadn’t he just complained about her wearing ugly clothes last night? Then he turns around and gives here these.
I have to find a way to escape.
“Get changed quickly. We’re expected down in the kitchens soon.”
Aeris looked down, embarrassed. She wanted to get dressed, yes, but not in front of a stranger. “Um, do you think you could…”
The woman sighed and rolled her eyes in irritation. “Yes, yes. Though,” she added under her breath, “I don’t see why you should be modest under the circumstances.”
The last word had a note to it that Aeris was certain she didn’t like.
But the woman turned around and walked through the open doorway, closing the door behind her. Aeris remained still for a while even after she was left alone. She desperately tried to think of a plan – anything to get as far away from Sephiroth as possible.
She drew a complete and utter blank.
It was impossible to slip out from the balcony of her room during the night. If she managed to survive the fall she’d break several bones at the very least. But perhaps it wouldn’t be too difficult to sneak out of one of the servant entrances. Usually those places were ignored and only very lightly guarded. But beyond the palace itself was what seemed like nearly endless open land surrounded by wrought iron walls far too high for her to successfully climb. The front gates were always guarded. But behind the fortress, beyond the tended gardens, was a dense forest. If she could make it there, unseen, then she had a chance.
Aeris closed her eyes, imagining being able to return to the security of her home in Icicle Village. Though, she thought sadly, it’s not safe there anymore since that’s where I was abducted.
She’d think more on it later. When the palace became more familiar to her, when she figured out what on the Planet was going on, then a solid idea would come and everything would work out. And she’d never have to see him again.
Yeah, right.
Eventually she climbed out of bed, deciding that it was best not to keep the servant waiting. She dressed quickly in the clothes that had been provided and went to work on plaiting her hair into her usual thick braid. She secured the end with the thoughtfully provided ribbon, a dull one, like the rest of things given to her, but serviceable, and pulled on hard-soled slippers that had also been provided.
Done dressing, Aeris walked to the door, opened it and stepped out.
“Come,” was all the woman said to her.
Aeris walked by her side silently until she couldn’t stand it anymore. “What’s your name?” she asked. There were times when idle chit chat could do wonders to soothe a troubled mind.
“Marla.”
The silence seemed to be punctuated by the soft echo of their footsteps in the empty, chandelier-lit hall.
“So…what do you do here?” Inwardly, Aeris noted the desperate edge of her voice and cringed.
To her surprise, Marla suddenly smiled for the first time since they’d met. “You know, you don’t have to dance around the subject with me. Just ask what I know you want to ask.” At Aeris’ blush she continued, “Or I’ll just tell you and save you the embarrassment. No, I don’t know why Lord Sephiroth really brought you here. No one in the palace does, I think, though rumors spread faster than the Black Plague and some of them aren’t nice. I do know that he’s given me orders to put you to work among the servants, though the gods only know why.”
“If I’m to just be a servant here,” Aeris began cautiously, “Then does that mean I’ll be moving out of that room?”
Marla seemed to consider that a while before answering. “That would be weird, staying in that suite while working as a scullery maid. But his Lordship didn’t say anything about moving you to the servant floor.”
Aeris shook her head, “None of this makes any sense at all. That’s probably what bothers me the most.”
“You want my guess?” Marla asked, glancing at her from the corner of her eye. At Aeris nod, she said, “Like I said to you last night when I put you in that room, I think he wants to keep you close. A man does not offer two million for the safe capture of a woman as beautiful as yourself without some kinda reason.”
“But he has a mistress.”
Marla laughed, amused at the girl’s naiveté. “What does that matter? It’s not like he loves her or anything, so of course he still looks around. And Lady Sandria might be an awful fine looking woman, but so are you. Just not in that outfit.” She looked with distaste at the clothes that Aeris wore, immediately deciding that the girl ought to wear more delicately feminine garments. Not like the blatantly provocative things that Sandria tended to favor, but clothes that were lady-like. And colorful. Definitely not gray.
It was a pity that she’d been ordered to give those clothes to Aeris. She’d been looking forward the prospect of this girl replacing Sandria by Sephiroth’s side. She seemed so sweet – completely undeserving of the way she’d been so carelessly treated by their Lord.
Marla had, unfortunately, been forced to wait upon Sandria a few times in the past. And those scattered experiences had been more than enough for her. The Lady’s temper, when Sephiroth was not within earshot that is, could be vile and her patience practically non-existent. But Sandria was always careful to behave well and mild-mannered in Sephiroth’s presence, and so she stayed, warming his bed while enjoying the luxurious pleasures of her position.
This girl – this flower girl with eyes the hue of cypress trees bathed in sunlight – she would not be like that.
But in servant clothes meant to be worn while scrubbing floors, she would sadly blend in with the rest of the staff, unnoticed. Unless one happened to glance directly at her face.
Descending several flights of stairs, through countless corridors and sharp turns, they finally arrived at an enormous kitchen. It looked like utter chaos to Aeris. Everyone seemed to be constantly moving, rushing over to check on a pot, hurrying to the side to clean up a spill.
A tall, imposing woman turned towards them, immediately noticing their presence.
“Marla, who’s this?” she asked. Her voice was laced in irritation, as though the mere sight of Aeris was an extreme burden for her.
“Oh, she’s new.” Came the reply. “I was told to bring her here for work.”
The woman – who looked to be the one in charge of running the kitchens – regarded Aeris carefully. “I’ve got nothing for the kid to do here. But she looks young and energetic enough. The main level halls need to be scrubbed. She can do that.” Without another glance, she turned away to resume supervision her staff.
Aeris looked at Marla for direction.
Without a word, she was led to a large room near the main kitchen that appeared to be an enlarged janitor’s closet. Marla filled a massive bucket mounted on wheels with soapy water using the nearest hose and handed Aeris a scrub brush and mop. With their burdens, they traveled through more corridors until Aeris was completely lost and doubted that she’d be able to find her way back to her room by herself.
“You can start off with this hall,” Marla gestured to the floor beneath them. “Mostly it’s just easy mopping, but if there’s any real stains or rubber streaks or whatever, you’ll have to get down on your hands and knees to get rid of them. They get really picky about that. Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Aeris assured her. “I can think of worse things I could be doing.” Like waiting upon Sephiroth’s pleasure, she thought with an inner twitch.
Marla regarded her with something that almost bordered on admiration. No complaints from her at all – that was impressive. “Don’t say that so quickly. Once you finish this hall, you’ll have to move on to the next. There’s a few others working on this level too, but you can probably tell that it’s still a big workload. These halls have to perfectly clean by tomorrow according to schedule. Now, I’ve got to get going with cleaning the main chambers. If you need anything, just ask any of the servants that pass by.”
Then she disappeared around the corner, leaving Aeris to her new duties.
She took a deep breath, exhaled, and began the monotonous task of mopping.
Planet, what’s going on? She asked. When the body worked through repetitive motions like cleaning, it freed the mind to wander.
Child, I know not, came the Planet’s reply.
But I thought…
The Planet spoke in its soothing singsong voice, reassuring her through tone what it could not in words. I no longer understand his actions. I confess they make little sense. I had thought that he’d almost remembered. But if he had, he would not act like this.
Remembered? Remembered what? Aeris was getting awfully tired of answers that only raised more questions.
You shall see in time. Interfering with destiny is dangerous and so I do not.
Aeris frowned as she kneeled on the marble floor to work on a particularly difficult stain. The ugly gray skirt she wore absorbed the spots of water she hadn’t bothered to mop up yet, but she didn’t notice. My friend, I’m so confused. Tell me, will he hurt me?
Sad music, like the mournful howl of the wind in the cold night, played upon her inner ear. The Planet’s sigh. I don’t know that either. One can only hope…
…But I fear that before your story ends, there will be much hurt to bear.
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