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It wasn’t that he was jealous. Not at all, far from it. He was Zidane Tribal, the Star of Tantalus. He was a professional thief, an accomplished actor, a skilled musician and a reasonably talented dancer. He was young, suave, charming, handsome and well educated. And humble, too, forgot humble. So of course he wasn’t jealous, the very thought was ridiculous. He was just…protective of her. Yes, that was it.
“Yeah, I’m protective,” the young thief decided, watching Terra giggle at something Cloud had said – he was fairly certain if he had heard it that it probably wouldn’t have been funny. “I’m protective of her, and why not? Sure she can take care of herself in battle, but when it comes to love the girl has no clue what’s going, she needs someone to look out for her, and what the hell is his hand doing touching her thigh!?” Zidane’s nostrils flared as Cloud none-too-discreetly slid closer to Terra as she laughed, the back of his hand resting gently, purposefully, against the tights covering her left thigh. As Terra stopped laughing and continued speaking, Zidane noticed she didn’t move away or slap his hand aside. Nope, she seemed perfectly fine with the fact that Cloud was practically groping her in public as though it was just another part of the conversation.
“Okay, maybe public is a slight exaggeration,” Zidane admitted to himself. The two were currently secluded in an out-of-reach ledge in Kefka’s Tower she had flown him too once the three of them, plus Bartz and Squall, stopped in the tower to rest for the night. “Yes, much better, fly away to some little nook where no one can see you…of course I don’t know why it matters, it’s not like she’ll do anything with him that they wouldn’t want people to see…like, thigh-touching.” Cloud shrugged in response to whatever it was Terra had said – ducked behind an Esper capsule across the room Zidane couldn’t hear them – and she laughed again, slapping him on the shoulder. He smiled sheepishly in response. “Oh, har har har, he’s a funny man. It’ll be funny when I jump over there and kick him off the ledge, let him take the long, hard way down.” Zidane suddenly realized he was seriously contemplating intervening, and mentally slapped himself.
“Get a hold of yourself!” he snapped, shaking his head vigorously. “You’re Zidane, you can have any woman you want, have had any woman you want! What the hell am I so bent out of shape over?” Zidane considered the possible explanations, and once again all that came to mind were protectiveness to the young girl he had to admit he was infatuated with, or he was jealous. “Yeah right, jealous of what? The ridiculous hairstyle, the lame purple outfit? Maybe the giant sword, which by the way Cloud isn’t fooling anyone. She can do way better. What am I saying, she is doing way better, on a regular basis.”
It had taken quite a bit of effort on his part to charm his way under Terra’s clothes, more than he was used to when it came to women. But Zidane had learned patience over his years as a thief, and when the prize was a beauty like Terra there was no limit to how long he could wait, he’d proven that to himself with Garnet. He had been slow with her, she had told him she’d never been with a man, never experienced any sort of intimate contact or romantic relationship. He took it in stride, he was proud to be her first. The only other problem had been that little rule he made up about any sort of relationship between them ‘not counting’ since they were from different worlds, it had taken some convincing to get that to go over. He still looked forward to seeing his Garnet when he got home, and he had never been unfaithful to her before and didn’t plan to continue in the future once they defeated Chaos. But a man has needs, technically Terra was from another world so it really didn’t fully count, and when he spent his time traveling with her all day, well, what was to be expected of him? He hadn’t resorted to masturbation in years, and why should when the object of his desire was usually less than five feet away?
He had charmed her like he would any other lady, it took a bit longer but the tried and tested techniques never failed. He coaxed her, assured her he wouldn’t harm her, told her jokes, made flirtatious compliments, earned her trust. He began their physical relationship only once she made the first move, and showed her she was more than welcome. With feather kisses and gentle, soft brushes of his fingertips along her legs and hips, he coaxed her along further. Not enough to scare her off, he knew self-control and kept his lust for her restrained. He did just enough to show her all he had learned over his years as a lover, that he could care for her, make her feel pleasures she had never known. The first night they had sex it was heavenly, and Zidane made good on his unspoken promises, doing his best to make an impression on Terra that would last a lifetime, figuratively speaking of course. The second time had surprised him quite a bit. Terra had practically jumped on him as he lead her away from the group with a coy wink once their comrades were asleep. That had been a fun evening when the two discovered the other’s little secret, and Zidane’s sex life had taken a very unexpected but very pleasurable turn.
“And now this little creep starts putting the moves on my girl like it’s nothing,” he thought bitterly. Was Terra blind to his advances? She hadn’t picked up on Zidane’s, but he had assumed at the time he was simply doing a good job. Maybe she simply didn’t recognize flirting? It was clear as day to him that’s what Cloud was doing, but either Terra didn’t notice or didn’t mind. Zidane chose to believe the former. “He’d better smarten up and leave her alone, if I have to step in I’ll make sure he backs off for good. For his sake Terra snap out of it and get rid of the guy.” The laughter had stopped now, and Cloud was deep in some story or another, staring downwards. Terra was watching him intently, not saying a word. Then, Zidane figured he must have said something surprising, because Terra got a stern look on her face and reached up to cup his cheek, turning his head to face her before speaking.
“I guess he’s not bad looking, nowhere near as cute as me but he ain’t ugly. And he’s pretty strong. I could probably take him though, he’s got more brute strength but I’m way faster.” Zidane continued mentally comparing himself to Cloud, watching as Terra continued to hold his head in place with a hand. “It isn’t that I don’t like the guy, I like him fine, so long as he keeps his filthy mitts off my girl. He’s got no business-” Zidane’s mind went blank, his jaw dropped, and his eyes bulged at what he saw next. Terra finished whatever it was she was saying, and leaned in to kiss Cloud. The thief watched, flabbergasted, as he put an arm around her waist, pulling them closer still. Their eyes were closed, the two lost in the intimate gesture.
“What the HELL is she doing!?” Zidane shrieked mentally. His gloves clenched and gripped the edge of the steel platform supporting the Esper capsule. It was taking all his restraint to not to jump up and launch himself over to them, and watching the kiss go on longer and longer wasn’t helping. It should have been him over there kissing her, holding her, then gently guiding her onto her back in preparation for more enjoyable activities. “Not that Cloud will do that, if he tries it I amgoing over there,” Zidane promised himself. To the fortune of all three parties the kiss never progressed past that, and though obviously heated neither Cloud nor Terra seemed to try and take it further. After several seconds they broke apart, resting their foreheads against each. There was more talking, and Zidane noticed them both panting. Cloud said something to which Terra nodded, and she turned and put her hands on the edge of the ledge to jump off, floating in the air. Cloud carefully jumped down onto a blue barrier projected out from her feet, and she leaned up to kiss him again, arms wrapping around each other as they descended below. Zidane leaned up to watch them go until they were out of sight, then turned and sat back against the capsule, fingers tapping against his knee.
“This has got to be a joke, she must know I’m watching her and did that to make fun of me…the only other explanation is she actually likes that guy…no way.” He crossed his arms and thought for a moment. He was not happy with this little development. Not at all. He hadn’t been happy before with Cloud spending so much time around her and quite obviously flirting – even Squall had made a snide comment about it – and now that actual physical contact was involved he was even less happy.
“She and I are going to have to have a talk.”
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“We’re gonna need water. Our rations for food should do for now though,” Cloud said, looking through their pack.
“Terra and I can look for water,” Zidane offered, seizing the chance. Terra looked over at him and he replied with a knowing look. Her face flushed at the gesture. Of course they weren’t going off for that, though if all went well it very well may end up that way, or so Zidane hoped.
“Alright. You three stay here,” Terra said, standing up. Zidane turned and headed away from the clearing in the woods, leading Terra way. She followed him at a close distance, and when Zidane was satisfied they were far enough away he stopped and waited for her to catch up. “Couldn’t wait to get me away, hm?” Terra teased with a smile.
“Well, can you blame me?” Zidane replied, turning to her. Terra ducked down slightly and kissed him, Zidane not responding but letting her do as she liked. She may not have been well versed in matters of love but damn she was a faster learner, she was almost as good a kisser as he was. He felt his pants tighten at the thought of some of the other activities she had performed on him with those soft, sweet lips, and pulled back before he lost sight of the real reason he had pulled her aside.
“What’s wrong?” Terra asked, confused.
“We need to have a talk.” Zidane replied. “Anything you wanna tell me?”
“No, what do you mean?”
“Say, anything about Cloud? Anything about last night?” Zidane prodded. He knew when to be gentle and when to be firm, and under the circumstances he felt the need for the latter. Terra’s expression changed in an instant, her eyes narrowing.
“You spied on us,” she accused. “Why did you do that?”
“I thought something seemed a bit suspicious about that guy, so I followed you to…protect you,” Zidane said, using the excuse he was most comfortable with.
“He has a name, it’s Cloud. And we kissed, nothing more,” Terra sniffed. “I don’t see how it’s your business.”
“Excuse me?” Zidane said indignantly, crossing his arms. “It’s my business because you’re my girl, and I don’t appreciate some other guy pawing on you like you’re a piece of meat.”
“If you saw as much as you seem to think you’d know it was nothing of the sort. I kissed him, because I wanted to, so I hardly see how it’s his fault. It’s not as though we’ve done anything else.”
“Not yet, but trust me that’s where he wants it to go,” Zidane warned. “I saw the flirting going on, believe me Terra, some guys go about it different ways but in the end we all want sex.”
“All guys? Including you?” she replied. “Explains a lot, hm?”
“Oh, and like you haven’t enjoyed it. I seem to recall last time we made love you were begging for more,” Zidane quipped.
“Yes, sex with you has been quite enjoyable. But as I recall you stated, we are not in some sort of romantic relationship. You said you have a girlfriend, and as we’re from different worlds anything that happens between us ‘doesn’t count’. Well anything that happens between Cloud and me ‘doesn’t count’ either, and you have no say in it if something does happen,” Terra said, irritated. “I didn’t peg you for the jealous type Zidane, but obviously I was wrong.”
“I am not jealous!” Zidane snapped. “I just…don’t like sharing is all! If you’re mine, than be with me, if you wanna be his then we’re done.”
“As you wish,” Terra said, smiling sweetly. “If you’re going to be so petty and jealous-”
“I am not jealous!”
“-then I suppose our relationship is over. Perhaps when I see Cloud tonight I’ll see if your theory about men is true.”
“You cannot be serious,” Zidane growled.
“Well, if you’re so insecure about us that you would end our relationship, I may as well begin one with Cloud,” Terra said. “He seemed quite eager to return my kiss last night, maybe he is interested in more after all.”
“No way,” Zidane shook his head. “I won’t allow you to.”
“I don’t see how you can stop me,” Terra said. “I like Cloud, Zidane. If I want to kiss him then I shall, and if I want to push him onto his back and fuck his brains out then I’ll do that too. If you don’t like that, too bad.” Terra turned on her heel and marched away. Zidane stared at her, as shocked at her brazenness as he was with her cursing. She couldn’t possibly mean that, could she? She wouldn’t have sex with Cloud over him. For one thing Zidane was sure Cloud was nowhere near as good a lover, and for another…well, that was reason enough on its own wasn’t it?
“Hey, you can’t go yet!” he called. “We can’t go back, we still haven’t found water!” Ahead of him Terra flung a hand out to the side, a blue aura over her arm. A blast of water erupted from under Zidane’s feet, knocking him backwards head over heels. He landed on his back, hair and clothes soaked, and sputtered. “That’s not funny!” he coughed. Terra simply smiled.
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A week later, Zidane’s mood had not improved since that day in the forest, not for a minute. He had tried everything in his arsenal to get back on Terra’s good side. Flattery, flirting, seduction, apologizing, he had even resorted to begging. However, she was making good on her vow and was perfectly content to simply stop seeing him. He hadn’t had so much as a kiss, and his palms were starting to itch. Whatever he did, she simply smiled, acknowledged him with a nod of the head or a one-word response, and continued on with whatever she was doing as though she hadn’t heard.
Cloud, meanwhile, was on the good end of their fight. He’d been following the two of them every night since the fight, and it had been every night. Kisses far deeper and more passionate than the one he had first witnessed ensued, and there was more touching. Hands kept drifting to places where as far as Zidane was concerned they shouldn’t have been, unless he was in Cloud’s place. He almost regretted so cunningly seducing Terra, for she had turned the tables now and was quite comfortably progressing her relationship with Cloud faster than with Zidane. A week later as Zidane watched them, Bartz and Squall asleep some distance away, he saw Cloud had gotten further with her in a week than he had in three. Terra was practically straddling Cloud as she kissed him, her hands cupping his cheeks to hold him to her, while his hands were set on her hips and drifting ever-so-slowly lower towards her thighs. Zidane had crept a bit closer as he noticed them lost in their passion, and was so close he could practically hear the smacking of their lips. Or maybe in his burning need to be in Cloud’s position after a week of no contact with a woman, he was simply hallucinating. Either way it was driving him insane.
I’m so horny at this point I could dry hump a Manikin…” he groused, wondering briefly if there was a way to track down and isolate a Manikin of Terra, perhaps find out just how human-like the creatures really were. Deciding that was far too creepy and potentially deadly, he brushed the thought aside. He wasn’t that desperate…yet. Terra shifted her position and he saw her lift a knee. Yup, now she was straddling him, great. Zidane’s hands shook, his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. Oh, and to think once upon a time it had been him holding her in his lap like that…he almost whimpered at the memory. “Geez I’m pathetic,” he scolded himself. He looked down at his crotch and glared at the bulge that demonstrated to him just how bad his need was. “Traitor.”
“Terra,” Cloud gasped, breaking their kiss. Zidane looked back up. The two were in what Zidane supposed was a bedroom in the ruins of a town. He was concealed behind a window, half a curtain helping to hide him. From this distance he could throw a rock and hit them, which wasn’t a bad idea come to think of it, if Terra wouldn’t hunt him down and make him regret it. Still, he looked around his feet for a rock or some other object of sufficient size and weight to chuck at them. There was none, and he made a face.
“Cloud,” Terra replied. She sat back and reached up to her hair. A tug of purple ribbon released her ponytail, gorgeous blond tresses falling over her shoulders. “I want you, Cloud.” She pushed him onto his back and leaned forward, her lips inches from his. “Now.”
“She did not just say that,” Zidane thought, his eyes wide. Cloud lifted a hand to brush a strand of hair from her face, and she kissed him deeply. The hands on her hips finished their journey to her thighs, and Terra lifted her feet to kick her shoes off, the heels knocking against a wall and falling against each other. “No way, this cannot be happening…” Cloud’s hands slid up the edge of her skirt, and reappeared a moment later to drag her tights down her legs, exposing pale skin. Terra reached back to help him, letting out a groan of frustration as she tried to tug them off. She broke her kiss with him and looked back to see what she was doing, and pulled them away and threw them without watching where they landed. Turning back to Cloud she pushed his suspenders over his shoulders and pulled his shirt over his head.
“There’s no way she can go through with this,” Zidane thought. By all accounts he should be storming in there and ripping them off each other, but for some reason he was unable to bring himself to do it. He had never been a voyeur, but then he rarely had the chance to indulge in it, whenever he happened upon such situations like this in the past it was usually because he was somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be and thus couldn’t dally. But now, there was something oddly arousing about watching them. Cloud’s hands came up to Terra’s shoulders now – he noted with a combination of amusement and annoyance that his supposed rival was wasting little time – to slide her dress down her torso. That had been the one tiny flaw for Zidane in Terra’s otherwise delectable figure, that her breasts were on a bit on the small side for his tastes. In the end he didn’t mind much and apparently neither did Cloud, he was palming and stroking them without a second thought. The kissing between the two was dying down now, Terra moaning into Cloud’s mouth at his ministrations.
“Well at least soldier boy seems to know what he’s doing,” Zidane thought. “Could be a lot worse, could just be laying there like a log.” A flick of a clasp and a wave of a hand sent her cape fluttering away to land over her forgotten shoes. Zidane took some small satisfaction in noting Terra seemed even more eager than Cloud to feel him inside her. Perhaps she was feeling the need as great as he was after a week of abstinence? He wondered if she planned on showing Cloud that, or if she would hold herself back. Zidane wondered how Cloud would react to that little revelation. Terra’s little secret had pleasantly surprised him though not frightened him, but then in his world such occurrences were fairly commonplace.
A click of metal brought his attention back to the private show he was receiving. Terra was fumbling with Cloud’s belt, unclipping his suspenders and finding the locking mechanism behind the brown logo on the buckle. She found it and a moment later the belt too was tossed away. There was a nearly inaudible sound of a zipper, and Cloud broke off from Terra’s mouth to suck in a breath. Zidane saw where her hand lay and guessed she had just touched the most sensitive part of his anatomy. Terra smiled a deceptively innocent smile, and Zidane saw a flash of the manhood in her hand as she positioned herself better.
“Alright, I was wrong about the damn sword,” he admitted grudgingly, “still ain’t too impressive though.”
Are you sure about this?” Zidane turned his attention to find it was Cloud speaking. Terra smiled and placed a quick peck on his check before she lowered herself down onto him. Her eyes slid shut with a low, drawn-out moan. Fully seated atop him Terra was still, Cloud watching her in a mixture of lust and awe. She leaned forward, draping herself over his chest.
“You feel so good,” she whispered, and Zidane had to strain to hear her. “It’s been too long since I’ve felt like this.”
“Too long!?” Zidane silently raged. “It’s been a friggin’ week! Oh who am I kidding, it may as well be an eternity…” Turning his attention back to the couple before him, Terra steadied her hands on Cloud’s chest and began to rock her hips. Small mewls and moans poured from her mouth as she picked up speed. Cloud’s hands came up to cover her breasts, palming and caressing them again - Zidane noted he seemed oddly fascinated with her chest, paying it more attention than he had. “Yup, it’s official,” he thought, feeling oddly detached from the situation. “I am watching my lover ride another man, and for some reason I am not tearing his head off. But, this is the most action I’ve gotten in a week, so all things considered it could be worse.” His cock was aching to be set free, the head pressing against his belt so hard it was nearly painful. He had to admit, this was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen.
A familiar pulsing filled his veins, the same pulse he got on a successful infiltration of a home, on escaping a pursuer with a rare treasure or ‘liberating’ a noble of his coin purse without being noticed. The excitement of doing something dangerous, taking a risk and succeeding. At any moment he could be detected, and one or both of them would chase him down (or attempt to) and kill him. Zidane bit his lip. Oddly he wasn’t scared, or even all that mad though he really should have been both to some degree. Terra’s motions were growing faster, Cloud’s hands over her hips now to guide her into a deeper rhythm. Zidane could see the swell of her backside beginning to just lift off Cloud’s thighs with every thrust. The soldier was moving in time with her now, pounding up into her with more force than she could have gotten alone. Terra’s hair was plastered to her forehead, her face flushed red and glistening with sweat.
“He’s never going to get anywhere with her like that,” Zidane snorted quietly. Cloud obviously had no idea how to read a woman’s pleasure like he did, or he would notice Terra wasn’t enjoying herself nearly as much as she should have been. Either Cloud was a virgin – which would be unexpected but not entirely surprising – or he was plain clueless. “At least he’s trying to put in an effort, but come on!” Zidane snapped in his head. The last time he and Terra had had sex she was out of breath before he even hit his rhythm, not to mention that he didn’t make her do most of the work! Cloud seemed to have heard him because he shifted his lower body and rose into a sitting position. He slid his legs back so he was on his knees and put his hands on the small of Terra’s back. She was almost hanging off him now, on her knees while still seated on his lap. Cloud thrust forward harder, lifting her legs off the ground. Terra threw her head back and moaned, holding onto his neck for support. “Huh, never seen that one before,” Zidane thought, lifting an eyebrow.
A bead of sweat rolled down Cloud’s forehead and nose as he watched Terra writhe on his lap, her eyes shut tight and her face set in an expression of utter bliss. She was scorching hot inside, searing his manhood as he pounded up into her. Terra’s knees came off the ground again to wrap around his waist, pulling her harder against him with every stroke down, bringing him deeper inside her. Her back was clammy under his touch, her nails digging slightly into the back of his neck. Her hips met his with greater force. Outside Zidane’s hand twitched, drifting down to the crotch of his pants. Without tearing his eyes from the erotic show he was being presented with the thief flicked the clasp of his belt open. The pressure of his cock against the blue fabric lessened, and without even realizing it Zidane flicked his glove off to touch himself. The three formed a deep, primal rhythm. Zidane stroked himself with every thrust Cloud gave up into Terra, snapping her back and forth and eliciting a low moan.
“I am so trying that position if I ever get to fuck her again,” Zidane promised himself, masturbating faster in time with Cloud’s own movements gaining tempo. Terra swooned forward, her face clenched. She pressed herself against Cloud, face buried in his shoulder, and herm moans changed to sharp, breathy gasps. On the fourth gasp, her eyes snapped open with a loud shriek. She pulled herself tighter against Cloud, her legs and arms squeezing him as she came, pleasure flooding her senses. Cloud thrust twice more after her before following, a strangled cry of what Zidane guessed was supposed to be Terra’s name leaving his lips. Cloud collapsed onto his back, his legs spraying out from beneath him. Terra fell with him, panting against his chest.
“That felt so good…” she whispered, a small smile on her face. Cloud nodded. Zidane looked down at himself and grimaced at the sight of his hand gripping his shaft, the head swollen red.
“Ugh,” he scolded himself, pulling his pants up despite his body’s protests. He couldn’t believe he had actually resorted to jerking off. Sure it had been an arousing display but he had outgrown such personal indulges, largely because he had started to get others to fulfill them for him. “Then again the only person around eligible for that won’t do it anymore…well, at least I didn’t cum in my hand…” He made a sick face at the thought of committing such a childish act and clasped his belt back together. He could hear murmurs from inside the room but wasn’t watching. Casting a discreet glance inside he saw Terra had positioned herself to be face to face with Cloud, the latter speaking while brushing a hand through her hair. “Yeah yeah, enjoy it now, this is a one time deal,” Zidane swore. “Next time you try this, your ass is mine.” He ran a hand through his hair and turned to the direction that led to camp.
“So, enjoy the show Zidane?”
The thief froze in mid-step at the sound of Terra’s voice. Panic pounded in his ears as he processed the words. Zidane thought quickly. There were three options – stay put, face her, or run. Option one wouldn’t get him anywhere, nor would running – with her flight she’d easily catch him. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Zidane stepped back into full view from the window. Cloud was staring at him in a look of shock, Terra sitting back on her haunches atop him looking as casual and relaxed as if she had invited him for tea. She hadn’t even pulled her dress back up to cover herself. Zidane locked eyes with her, confused.. Her eyes were sparkling with…was that mischief? Lust? Impending doom for the voyeur? He opted not to decide.
“Well? Did you?” Terra repeated. Zidane bristled slightly. When he had met her she was a blushing virgin, and now she was casually straddling another man while asking him if he had enjoyed watching her screw him? Had she known all along? Did she have sex with Cloud just because she knew he was watching? Zidane didn’t know where her sudden confidence and brash nature had come from over the last week, but she had never acted like this before. Against his better judgment he had to concede it was slightly arousing to see the shrinking violet asserting herself this way, but now was not the time. If she wanted to challenge him like this, he would accept and meet her. He was the experienced one, not her, and he wouldn’t be cowed or humiliated like this.
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Zidane replied, puffing out his chest. “I enjoyed it very much, better than any play by far. Not often I get reassurance of my skill as a lover by watching someone less experienced claim my woman.”
“Less experienced?” Cloud said, narrowing his eyes. Terra turned her head and gently shushed him. Cloud was still angry but listened. Terra looked back at Zidane, pink lips curling into a small smile.
“Don’t worry Cloud, you’re plenty qualified for me,” she said. “Besides, I like him when he gets like this. He’s kinda cute when he’s jealous.”
“I am not jealous!” Zidane snapped, crossing his arms. Terra giggled slightly, and Zidane realized his attempts to take the upper hand in this battle of sexual wits were going very badly.
“Now, Zidane,” she said sweetly. “We need to have a little talk, hm? Why don’t you come in and have a seat.” Terra waved a hand at the chair in the corner of the room. Zidane thought. He was at a loss for why she would want him to come in. She obviously wasn’t mad at him for some reason – if he had been in her place he’d be fuming. But obviously that twinkle of mischief in her eyes, for indeed it must have been, had come up with something. Just a question now of if he trusted her or not to eventually let him leave with his dignity and private pieces relatively intact. “Well?” Terra prompted. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.” Zidane narrowed his eyes. That was the trigger word.
“Fine, she wants to play? We’ll play then.”
With a smirk and a blown kiss, Zidane turned and marched around the building to find the door inside.
To be continued…
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