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Defiling the Church	By : RikuTheDark Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 2001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Defiling the Church
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Purely a Zack/Aerith PWP, written for a dear friend of mine.

“Zack, for the love of— this is a church we’re in— you’re going to hell, you know that?” Aerith is clearly exasperated, but it's not stopping her from threading her fingers into Zack’s hair, parting her lips for his invading tongue between words.
“I’ve known that for a long time.” The SOLDIER answers easily enough, tilting his head down and kissing along her neck. The brunette girl arches her neck for him, pressing closer with a shiver when he runs his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
It really is wrong, even if this church is no longer used for any sort of worship. But that doesn’t make her say no, when he starts to lift her white dress. It doesn’t make her hesitant to pull his shirt off, or any less glad that Zack had removed his armor and holster when he came in. Perhaps the sinfulness of the situation even encourages the girl, as she pushes at his chest, until he’s lying down in the center of her flowers. Her hands run over his bare abdomen, feeling the soft skin and hard muscle, tracing old scars, trying to memorize them. Her dress has been hiked up over her thighs, and his large, warm hands run over her skin, pushing under her dress and just his fingertips brushing the edges of her panties.
Aerith flushes down her chest, not all embarrassment, leaning forward to kiss him slowly, completely aware of the bulge in his pants when her actions cause her to slide backwards a short distance. Zack laughs a bit breathlessly, possibly embarrassed, kissing her back and trailing his hands up the backs of her thighs. Even though his hands are warm, she shivers, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly.
He stops just short of her panties, her dress still covering all that needs to be covered. “Can I...?” He’s searching her eyes, looking for hesitation, insincerity, and Aerith finds herself loving him even more. He’d told her before, about how part of his training had been to be able to see the lies in people’s eyes. Very effective for interrogations, something that could be used to take control of a person. The fact that he instead chose to make sure she was okay with his actions...
She smiles, nodding a little and brushing the back of her hand against his cheek. “Yes.” And then they’re kissing again, lips and tongues and even some teeth, as her dress it pushed up over her hips, her stomach, her breasts, and finally her head, discarded amongst the flowers.
Hands slip down her sides, from her neck over her arms and torso, along her hips and thighs, before moving back up, sliding along the backs of her legs and settling on her rear. Nimble fingertips slip into the waistband of her panties, though make no move to pull them down. Zack carefully rolls them over, pulling his hands free and instead bracing on his elbows and knees, leaning between her legs with his head even with her breasts.
Distractedly, she kicks off her shoes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, fingers sliding into his hair again. A gasp leaves her as he kisses down her chest, directly between her breasts. The cool air has caused her nipples to harden, and when Zack takes one pink nub into his mouth, the sudden change from cool to warm makes her moan. He sucks at her left nipple, shifting his weight and cupping her right breast with his left hand, squeezing gently and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
In a flash he switches to her right nipple into his mouth, right hand now teasing her left breast, his tongue swirling over her sensitive pink flesh. Aerith’s back arches, pressing herself into him more, moans and gasps leaving her lips from the ministrations. She’s half-curious where he learned to do this sort of thing, but then again... Zack is a country boy.
He looks up when she’s sufficiently flushed and panting, giving that winning smile of his. Zack sits up on his knees, undoing his pants and wriggling out of them, and a small part of Aerith’s mind wonders when he took his shoes off. But that part is quickly hushed with taking in all of his exposed body, memorizing the taut lines of his thigh muscles, the groove of his hipbones against his skin, the trail of curly black hair leading from the bottom of his navel into the waistband of his navy boxerbriefs.
And, of course, the sizable bulge within those boxerbriefs, the sight of it making her flush with embarrassment... but also shiver with excitement. She’s the cause of his current state of being, after all, and she’s glad she can have such an effect on him. It makes her feel not just beautiful, but sexy, like those girls at the Honey Bee Inn that men always seem to be so worked up over.
She flushes, giggling just a little, sitting up and fondling him gently through his shorts. “So, did the Mako enhance this, as well?”
Zack chuckles, leaning forward and kissing along her jaw line slowly, shaking his head a little. “No, that’s all natural. Trust me, I checked as soon as I finished Mako treatments.” He sits back, legs stretched out before him, and Aerith climbs into his lap, carefully moving to straddle him. Her fingertips brush along his jaw gently, their lips meeting softly and his hand at the small of her back makes her shift, quiet groans leaving both of them as she presses into him just right.
They smile at each other; gentle kisses and exploring touches making shivers run down both of their spines, the sweet scent of the flowers over-powering the smog of Midgar, the warmth between them, within them, keeping out the city’s cold. Cars thrum on the plate above, the trains run between, people shout their goods and services in the Sector 5 Market, but none of that can intrude on their moment, the moment when they’re miles away in a field of beautiful flowers, just them forever.
“Zack...” Aerith breathes his name into his ear, the swell of her breasts pressed tight to his chest from their closeness, and the SOLDIER can feel their hearts beating in tandem, for just a moment before she leans back. Green eyes regard him seriously, causing his heart rate to pick up just a bit. “I want to... to make love.” She doesn’t blush, just kisses him again as he nods, sliding her arms around him and pressing her hips to his firmly, almost urgently.
She confides that she’s a virgin as she slips out of her panties, blushing now and setting a hand to cover her soft brown curls and nether lips modestly. He admits that he’s not, but doesn’t offer details. Aerith doesn’t ask, just turns redder as he carefully takes her wrists, lifting her hands away from covering herself. His eyes are on hers, not on her body, and that makes her feel less self-conscious.
Satisfied that she’s okay, Zack shucks his undershorts, tossing them over next to his pants without care. He grins as Aerith’s gaze darts down, then back up, then back down, taking her hands again and squeezing them gently. “It’s okay to look.”
So she does, unable to keep from blushing, tentatively reaching down and stroking along his hard length with a fingertip. Zack groans quietly, but nods, pulling her back to the ground and leaning back, letting Aerith take her time exploring this previously unseen part of his body. He nearly loses it when she tucks her hair behind her ears and leans down to give the head of his penis a tentative lick, mostly because her eyes are on his the whole time, and there’s something so ridiculously sexy about the whole thing.
“Aerith, I’m...” He moans, running a hand through her hair and gently guiding her up, kissing her again. “I don’t want to yet...” She looks confused for a moment, before realization dawns in her eyes, and Zack reminds himself that she’s not some innocent little girl—she lives in the slums, after all, she probably knows the basic mechanics of sex.
He guides her to lie back slowly, carefully opening her legs and settling between them, his eyes on hers, looking for any sort of hesitation. There’s nervousness, but excitement, and Zack smiles, trailing his gaze down her body as his fingertips move from her knees to her thighs. He takes in what she has to offer, a triangle of dark brown curls above moist, slightly pink lips, just barely parted by her current position. His hands guide Aerith into opening her legs wider, bending her knees upwards and fully exposing herself to him. Her hymen is mostly gone, he notices, not surprising for a girl of eighteen.
The SOLDIER leans in closer, inhaling the smell of her, mingled with the sweet scent of the flowers below them. He runs a fingertip along her slit, collecting the growing moisture there, watching the way her thighs twitch when he rubs her clit. His tongue follows the same path as his finger soon enough, and she giggles when he places a kiss to her clit—before gasping sharply as he wraps his lips around the sensitive organ, sucking and flicking his tongue against her.
Aerith doesn’t even notice when he slips a finger inside her, so distracted by the way his lips and tongue are driving her wild. The second finger catches her attention, mild pain as the two digits slowly stretch open her pussy. But even the pain feels good, and it can hardly stand up next to the pleasure of his lips and tongue and even occasionally teeth on her clit. The brunette girl gasps, moaning and digging her fingers into the soil below, her back arching and toes curling as the sweet bliss of an orgasm swallows her.
Panting, she slowly comes down from the high, wiggling her hips and wincing just a little. Zack has used the distraction of her orgasm to add a third finger, and he slowly stretches them apart, widening her entrance so it won’t hurt as much when she takes his cock.
His fingers are removed all at once, and Aerith makes a noise in the back of her throat, a noise that’s sexy and wanting and Zack leans up to kiss her for it. “We’re both clean, and you’re on birth control. Do you want me to wear a condom?” He asks, smiling and kissing her again. He knows it feels better without, but if she wants him to wear one, he always keeps a rubber or two in his wallet, just in case...
She shakes her head, though, kissing him and wrapping trembling arms around him. “No... it’s okay. Please, Zack, just... please... I want to... to feel you...” They kiss again, hard, before he sits up, helping her position her legs, pressing to her entrance.
“Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.” He instructs, and Aerith does, feeling her body relax as she exhales. Eyes like the sky meet hers, reassuring and loving, and then Zack’s hips jerk and he’s inside her, for the first time, completely inside of her warm, wet, welcoming pussy. He groans, and her next breath is a harsh gasp.
“Exhale.” He reminds her, taking her hand and carefully leaning down to kiss her fingertips. She does, trembling a little and feeling so full, the pain of his initial penetration slowly subsiding. A few more breaths and she rocks her hips, ready to move.
Zack takes it slow at first, drawing almost all the way out and sliding back in, his pace steadily increasing as the passion envelopes them both. They seek out each other’s lips blindly, kissing and moaning, moving together as one being. His left hand is tightly laced with her right; her left thrown over his shoulders, nails digging into his back a bit, his right bracing himself over her. They move and moan and kiss, and Aerith suddenly cries out his name, arching and squeezing his cock with her pussy.
Her orgasm pushes him to cum, spilling inside her, filling her as he repeats her name again and again. Barely conscious of the action, he rolls them over, lying on his back and pulling her to his chest, both of them breathing hard.
Zack comes back to reality as Aerith kisses along his collarbone, his hands lifting, running along her back and through her hair. They’re both covered in a layer of sweat, hair drooping into their faces, but that doesn’t stop them from kissing again.
Their hands meet again, fingers lacing together and squeezing hard, though they’re both on the verge of falling asleep.
“I love you...”
“Love you, too...”

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