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Dark Stormy Night	By : PhantomChajo Category: Final Fantasy Anime > Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children Views: 794 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Dark Stormy Night
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3275 words
Pairings: Cloud x Elena
Summary: once off duty Reno succeeds in pissing off
Elena so she stalks out of Healing in a huff. On his way back from making a
delivery, Cloud Finds Elena walking and offers her a ride home.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys and girls of FF7 -
SquareEnix does
Author's Notes: This is pure post-AC PWP - cause I
wanted them to have sex on a motorcycle

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"Fuck you!" Elena screamed as she stormed out
of Healing, slamming the door behind her hard enough that it bounced open
again. She didn't look back as she took the stairs at a fast clip, reaching the
bottom before the door was yanked open again and her antagonist and fellow
Turk; Reno was yelling something back at her. She ignored what ever it was he
was saying and continued walking. She didn't know why she continued to let him
verbally abuse her as if she was still an inexperienced rookie. She's proven
herself time and again since she joined the Turks, yet he treated her the same.

Glancing up she spied the dark clouds in the distance
and let out a bark of laugher. "Great, just my luck," she muttered as
she continued walking. Her pride wasn't letting her turn around and return to
Healing, though even if she did, she'd be soaked to the bone by the time she
arrived back. At least this way, she might be soaked but she would be home and
not having to deal with her mouthy co-worker.

His final delivery was made for the day, thankfully he
didn't have to stick around and he could return to Edge before the storm hit.
From experience he knew that being caught out in the canyon areas just south of
the plains was bad. It meant he'd end up finding an overhang large enough to
fit Fenrir and waiting out the storms. Just as he was about to exit his name
was called. Pausing he debated just leaving then shrugged ever so slightly
before turning back, his eyes narrowed in annoyance as if to as 'what?'

"Cloud, if you see Elena on your way back to Edge,
could you please see to it she gets home?" Tseng asked coming to a stop
several feet away, out of weapon range, from the former Avalanche member.
"She left several hours ago, walking," as he spoke Tseng shifted his
eyes in the direct of Reno then back again.

Cloud tilted his head to the side just a fraction, lips
turning down in the barest hint of a frown before he nodded then turned to the
door once more. At least it was on the way home. If it had been in any other
direction he would have turned them down in nothing flat. And it wasn't his
concern what happened between the two argumentative members of the Turks.

Outside, he moved down the steps with a fluid grace of a
trained warrior, covering the distance between the lodge and his motorbike with
ease. Swinging his leg over, he straddle the great bike, settling into the
saddle like seat comfortable before opening the side compartments so that he
could put his sword away for the trip home. Reaching up he placed his goggles
over his eyes, leaned forward and started Fenrir. He tore away from Healing in
a shower of dust and grit.

The distance an active person could cover on foot in
several hours only took Cloud about twenty minutes. It took less then half that
time for the sky to open up and a torrent of rain to come down. He was forced
to slow so he didn't over shoot her location, if he didn't miss her outright
that is. He was asked to make sure she got home IF he saw her, he never
promised he'd look for her.

Cloud would have missed her too in the dark if the flash
of lighting hadn't illuminated her pale blonde hair up ahead of him. It also
illuminated the creatures attaching her. With grim determination, he opened the
side compartments and withdrew his sword, mentally preparing for a fight.

The fight itself lasted no more then a minute once he
intervened. Re-sheathing his blade he turned to look at the female Turk, his
eyes raked her up and down, and then narrowed. "Get on," he told her
coldly as water dripped down his face, the rain having plastered the unruly
golden blonde spikes to his head.

Elena stared, blinking water out of her eyes. Her free
arm was wrapped about her waist, each breath bring a stab of unwanted pain. To
give in and accept the ride, or to chance getting home in one piece, that was
her options at the moment. She didn't get a chance to decide before Strife
grabbed her by the arm and slung her across the motorbike in front of him. Her
yelp of pain was lost in the engine's roar as the ex-SOLDIER took off.

When Cloud finally stopped, it was his normal place when
storming, an overhang large enough for the Fenrir and to move around, with a
ledge that held dry wood for a small fire. He pulled Elena off the bike, only
taking long enough to be sure she was standing on her own before dismounting
and seeing to the small fire. He'd turned around to pull something out of the
back compartment of the bike when a pale fist came out of seeming nowhere. He
jerked back easily, catching the fist in his hand and twisted.

Elena let out another cry of pain, this time as her arm
wrist was twisted painfully. "Let me go you bastard!" She jerked back
once her wrist was released, stumbling out from under the ledge and into the
icy cold summer rain. She gasped, as she was drenched once more.

Cloud scowled at her as he walked around the bike, stepping
into the rain to grab her arm and drag her back under. "Then don't try to
punch me next time I help you," he said as he pushed her towards the back
of the overhang and closer to the fire. "What is your problem Turk?"
he asked harshly when she jerked away from his touch as if he burned her.

"None of your fucking business Strife," she
retorted angrily as she turned away from him to lean against the stone. All she
wanted was to be warm, pain free and in her own bed.

His eyes narrowed then widened as the realization came
to him. She had been injured and he may have made it worse when he threw her
across the Fenrir. His expression softened, as he looked away then back to
Elena, who had her back to him, guilt over the whole incident washing though
him. "I'm sorry," he said softly as he moved to stand behind her. He
hesitated putting his hands on her shoulder, not knowing the extent and afraid
he might hurt her worse. "Where are you injured?" he asked, brows
creasing downward as she flinched from his touch.

"Why do you care?" she asked, her eyes closed
to keep from looking at him. With his hair plastered down he looked too much
like the one that caused the injury in the first place. A memory she had rather
forget if she could.

He thought about it for several moments, did he care and
if so why? Then he remembered back to his first encounter with the Turk when
everything began. "Because if you show up injured, we both know Reno is
going to make a fool of himself trying to 'protect' you by attacking me,"
he said.

"And getting his ass handed to him by you when he
does right?" she asked with a small laugh then a pained hiss.

"Yes," Cloud agreed. "Now where are you
injured," he asked again, turning her around to face him. He noted also
that her clothes were completely soaked, just like his own. The only difference
was she needed warmth more then he did because of said injuries. "You need
to get dry," turning away he opened a second compartment and pulled out an
old ShinRa issued blanket. "You should remove your wet clothes,"
Cloud said turning his head away as he offered her the blanket.

Elena took the blanket and turned, placing it on the
ledge near the fire so that it could warm up some. With her back turned she
took her time stripping out of her suite, laying the wet clothing anywhere she
could close to the fire on the ledge so it would dry quicker. The only thing
she didn't remove was the bandage around her mid-section and lower ribcage.
"You can turn around now," she told Cloud as she wrapped the blanket
around her body.

When Cloud did turn around, he looked anywhere but
directly at her. "Sit down," he instructed pointing at his bike. He
was a bit more then surprised that she stripped completely. Well not that she
stripped, but that she did so in front of him. They were not lovers, friends or
partners. They were not even that close of allies! He was also silently cursing
the fact his body was reacting without his permission.

She would have found it funny if she wasn't cold, wet
and in pain. "Get over it Strife," Elena said tiredly. "I work
with three male co-workers, in tight quarters at time, I've seen every one of
them nude just as they've seen me nude. Modesty went out the window pretty
quick after I joined the Turks."

"I'm not a Turk," Cloud muttered then looked
up at her. He looked away once more before moving around the bike so he stood
in front of her. Reaching forward part the blanket enough to get at her
injuries, he paused when she drew back suddenly. When he drew back, she sat
upright again. This continued for several moments till he grew tired of it.
"Do you want me to look at it or not?" he asked with annoyance,
noting that her eyes followed his hands as they moved.

"Take them off," she said.

"Take what off?"

"Your gloves. Take them off."

"Why?" He frowned, eyes narrowed at her
unusual request. He then remembered that Vincent had said that he had rescued
her and Tseng from being tortured by Kadaj's gang. All three of the clones wore
gloves all the time and two of them had hair that fell into their faces. His
hair was flattened down still and he was wearing gloves. His eyes softened as
the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. She was afraid of him, because he
reminded her of them. He stepped back from her and raised his hands, brushing
them threw his hair causing it to spike back up again then he slowly removed
first one then the other glove, laying them across the handlebars so that they
could dry off as well. "I'm not them Elena, I'm not Kadaj, Yazoo or Loz,
see? No gloves and my hair isn't silver." He stepped forward once more and
awkwardly encircled her with his arms.

Elena let out a shaky breath then let go of the blanket
to wrap her arms around his chest as she buried her face against his neck. She
also wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him close. She didn't bawl or
weep, scream or carry on. Instead she cried silently, her body shivering
against his.

A quiver ran down Cloud's spin as her shuttering breath
fanned across the skin of his neck hotly. His body was reacting instinctively,
without his mind's authority, and to his dismay he found himself growing hard
from the contact. "Elena," he breathed out, hesitant and questioning.
It had been so long since he experienced skin-to-skin contact with anyone, let
alone the opposite sex. His bare hands slowly traveled down her back to her
waist before reversing direction and sliding up her sides.

Elena felt him grow hard as he pressed against her,
which in turn aroused her. It was honestly reassuring that she was still alive
and quite human. She loosened her grip on him, waiting and expecting him to
push her away, but instead his hands traversed her flesh slowly. �Please,� she
said quietly, one hand sliding down to his waist pausing before moving further
down. Lightly her fingers traced the outline of his hard length, �I want..� she
paused, lifting her head and running her lips up the column of Cloud's neck. �I
need to know I'm still alive. Please, make me feel alive and human again,� she
begged softly.

Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes, a look of
confusing passing across his face before settling to soft acceptance. He
nodded, not bothering with words as he brought his head back down, gently
nuzzling her neck before he stepped back away from her, his hand coming up to
cup her cheek knuckles brushing down along her face. He unfastened the buckles
to the multiple sword sheath on his back, careful to set it somewhere where it
would not get wet. Soon after, the rest of his gear followed so that in the
end, he stood in only his top and pants. Reaching out once moor, he took her
hand and pulled her off the bike and towards him. She was only a few inches
shorter then he was which made it just right. He then guided her hand to the
silver tab of the top's zipper and nodded.

Slowly Elena pulled the tab down, the sound the
unzipping made was drown out by the sound of rain and thunder past the
ledge. Raising her other hand, she used
both to slide under the material and push it back off his shoulders. Her hands
caressing well toned muscles of his shoulders and upper back. When it slipped
free of his arms, she stepped back and draped it over the rear of the Fenrir
before turning back to him. He stood unmoving, watching her as she watched him.
Once more she stepped up to him, her hands sliding down to the waist of his
pants to slowly unbuckle then unzip them. The pants slid down his slim, well
toned legs to pool on the ground, freeing his hard length from the confines of
the material.

Stepping closer to her he placed an arm around her
shoulders, pulling her against him as his hand traveled down her shoulder,
along the side of one breast and down her stomach to the mound nestled between
her slender legs. He felt her gasp and shudder as she wrapped her arms about
his neck and shifted her stance. He also felt the heat radiating from that same
area between her thighs. Slow and gentle he rubbed her sex, feeling the folds
swell and become damp with her arousal. Bending his head, he mimicked her from
earlier, his lips tracing the delicate column of her throat as he slid one
finger between her slick folds. Calloused finger circling her clit teasingly,
he let himself smirk ever so slightly as he felt her gasp and shudder from the
touch.

Elena held onto Cloud as if for dear life, barely making
a sound as he teased her to a much-needed release. As he continued to finger
her, she felt him add a second to gently rub her sensitive nub between them
before moving further to probe her passage. His fingers hooked then curled into
her as his rough palm rocked against her. She could feel the heat flare up in
her belly then started to spread wildfire fast. When she peaked finally, a soft
cry escaped her as bit her lip to stay quiet, her cheek pressed against his
shoulder. If his arm hadn't been around her, she would have collapsed as her
knees gave out on her.

Cloud held her firmly against himself as she slowly came
down, the walls of her passage quivering around his fingers. Guiding her
backwards towards the Fenrir, he flicked the blanket over the bike then picked
her up and set her on the seat facing backwards. He joined her a moment later,
though he was facing forward and his feet were still on the ground. Cupping her
cheek, he leaned forward to lightly brush his lips across hers. Pulling back he
tilted his just a tad, silently questioning her willingness. When she nodded,
he guided her back so that she lay across the front of the bike spread out in
front of him in a tantalizing fashion. Leaning over her, he nuzzled his way
down her throat till his head rested between her breasts.

Elena arched her back slightly as she lifted one leg to
curl around his waist and place the sole of her foot on the back curve of the
seat to prevent her from sliding any further. Reaching down between them she
slid her fingers along his length before encircling it and slowly stroking him
up and down. She felt his breath hitch as she did so and secretly smiled to
herself. Rocking her hips up as she guided the head of his member between her
folds, she rubbed it back and forth over her clit, shivering in pleasure as she
did.

Bring his head up; Cloud looked at Elena straight in the
face, his eyes though bright mako blue were half lidded and dark with unbridled
lust. �Elena,� he uttered softly before looking down between their bodies, his
fingers covering hers as he took over teasing her clit with the head of his
member.

Elena pulled her fingers away and spread her folds like
an offering before him. She bit her lip and nodded for him to go on, inhaling
sharply though her nose as she felt the head of his member push it�s way into
her tight passage. Over the next few torturous moments she shuddered each time
he pulled back and slowly pushed deeper into her until at last he was sheathed
to the hilt within her. She shifted her foot and slid a tiny bit down, impaling
herself even further then either thought onto his hard member. She could feel
his increased heartbeat as his body covered hers, his breath fanning hotly
across her shoulder where his head now lay. Turning her head she rubbed her
cheek against his, wrapping her arms about his shoulders and her legs about his
waist before she started rolling her hips.

Cloud remembered as slowly increased the pace of his
thrusting that a completely different set of muscles were used when having sex
then when doing something like fighting monsters, but either way the body
didn�t forget the pattern. Barely heard grunts as he rocked his hips into hers,
the soft gasps that escaped her lips echoing back to him. Strangely they fit
together like two joining puzzle pieces, his body settling into the cradle of
her thighs with perfect ease of long time lovers.

It didn�t take much before she tensed around him,
muscles of her passage clamping down around his still hard member as the
firestorm of her orgasm raged though her body. She shuddered and quaked as he
continued to stroke into her, till he stilled suddenly, his member jerking
within her as he reached his own peak. His essence coating her inner passage
since neither thought of using protection, both having been caught up in the
passion of the moment.

They made love several more times that night, Cloud
initiating the second round and both mutually agreeing to the last. Each time
he brought her to completion she in turn bringing him to his own, neither
caring about the possible future consequences, only for the moment. In the
early misty morning light, then cleaned up then dressed before departing from
their place of refuge from the storm the evening before. As he agreed in the
previous meeting with Rufus and the Turks, he saw to it that Elena made it home
safely. Even if a bit later then expected.
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