Final Fantasy VII (Sephiroth/Aeris)
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kinkfestTitle: Office Politics
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: explicit sex
Word count: 1,237
Summary: Sephiroth catches Aeris in a forbidden place.
Prompt: #16. Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Aeris: Desk sex - In a place she shouldn’t be....
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm posting this so late. Too much real life. Too much overtime. Even a little sick thrown in for good measure. Working now to get caught up.
Office Politics
“What’re you doing in here?”
Aeris whirled, heart pounding as she eased the file drawer shut with her back. She didn’t think he’d seen what she was doing, where she was looking, didn’t think he could put two and two together or figure out what she’d been up to. “I just...” She dragged in a deep breath to ease the pounding. “The commander asked me to pick up a file for him on my way downstairs.”
He towered over her, his silver hair and fair skin the only light in the otherwise darkness of the leather that consumed him. Even inside, he kept the impossibly long katana strapped to his back. It towered over one shoulder and she didn’t miss the way his hands twitched when he reached out to grab her.
She squeaked when he pulled her forward, away from the files, didn’t miss the way he looked over her shoulder or the way his gaze flickered across the closed cabinets. “Where’s the file? We’ll take it down to him together.”
“I...hadn’t found it yet,” she lied, wetting her lips with her tongue. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Her hands clenched at the fabric of her dress.
“Find it. I’ll wait.”
Their eyes met, locked, and she reminded herself of the rumors she’d heard passed around the troops. Some thought he was going mad, others thought he was already insane. To challenge him, to call him out, either would be madness and probably death.
Instead, she leaned up on her tiptoes, one hand against his cheek as she captured his lips. At fist, there was no response, and she nibbled on his lower lip, dragged it into her mouth, sucked it gently.
He was surprisingly gentle as they switched places, his hands on her hips, turning her, maneuvering with his back to the file cabinets until she was on her back across one of the spare desks stored in the file room. She felt a moment of fear, a thrill of excitement when she realized he was going to take her up on her offer, an offer she had made without thinking, an offer she had made to stall him, to keep him from doing anything rash.
He bent over her, his hands on her shoulders, never relinquishing the sword. Not that she’d expected him to--it was almost an extension of himself--but there was something disturbing about making love to a man with a weapon almost as close to her as the important bits were.
A half-smile lit his face, not the sardonic smile she was accustomed to, but one of anticipation that left a gleam of lust in his eyes. He wanted her and... Good gods. She wanted him, too. If Zack ever finds out... But, he wouldn’t find out. She’d make sure he never found out. She didn’t think Sephiroth would tell. She wouldn’t tell either.
Black leather caressed her almost bare shoulders, dragging the thin straps of fabric down over her arms, lingering against her skin, forcing a shiver down her spine. His glove-clad hands traced delicate patterns down her arms. A light tug on the straps pulled the bodice of her sundress lower, until the swell of her breasts rose above it, shadowy in the room’s eerie half-light.
His smile deepened and he abandoned his exploration of her long enough to unbuckle his belt. She felt a burst of terror mixed with desire. He was beautiful--maybe the most beautiful man she’d ever seen--but he’d always seemed so unreachable, so untouchable, that she’d never expected to be locked in a dark room with him, partaking of him, sharing anything so intimate with him.
He slid the zipper down slowly, freed himself from the confines of the leather without removing his pants. Aeris wanted to touch him, to feel him, to take him in her mouth, but when she tried to rise, he pushed her back against the desk. His touch wasn’t hard, nor unkind, but insistent. Sephiroth was accustomed to having his way.
Already hot and hard, his erection pressed against her leg through her dress when he leaned over her to pull her dress down to her waist. For long moments, he merely looked at her, his eyes drinking in her face, her hair splayed out around her, her breasts.
His fingers danced across her breasts, light and exploratory. She shuddered when he touched her nipples, already hard in anticipation, already aching for his touch. When he leaned close, his eyes closed and his mouth settled between her breasts, hot and wet when he kissed her.
He inhaled deeply of her and then captured one breast in his mouth while his hands dropped to the hem of her dress. There was nothing gentle about his mouth; it tugged insistently at her breast, sucking hard while his tongue lapped at the nipple and drove pleasure deep into the pit of her stomach. She squirmed beneath him, arching her back to force her breast further into his mouth.
He sucked harder in response, drawing more of her into his mouth, raking the nipple with his teeth while his tongue circled it in great lapping strokes. Aeris gasped, panted against the knotting muscles, the tightness between her legs.
He shoved her dress up and her panties down in quick, desperate movements. And then he was in her, filling her with pain, building her desire. Each thrust drove him deeper; each thrust wrung a cry from her, pain and pleasure twisted into longing and the urgent need for release.
He came with a roar of triumph and a tremor that ignited her body, filled each nerve, tensed each muscle until she thought she’d scream. Pain filled her breast. When he raised his head, his lips were splattered with blood. Her blood.
He withdrew slowly, reluctantly, leaving her with the empty feel of regret when he was gone. But, he dropped to his knees, his mouth pressed between her legs, leaving her with one last kiss that brought her to the verge and over. The orgasm exploded with a force she’d never experienced, left her weak and quivering as it repeated itself in tiny bursts that continued until she whimpered and rolled into her side, closing her legs and dragging her knees up to her chest.
Sephiroth rose and zipped himself, then leaned over to kiss her cheek. Before she could wonder what he’d do with her now, his fingertips dropped to the perfect set of teeth marks on the crown of her breast and the tingle of magic flushed through her skin, healing the damage, leaving behind the tingle of magic and newborn desire.
“I’ll be back,” he promised as he strode toward the door. “And I’d advise you to be gone.”
Aeris shoved herself off the desk, retrieved her panties and righted her dress before she felt strong enough to stand.
She found it halfway to the door: one black leather glove. Sephiroth’s glove.
An invitation? Perhaps. She clutched it to her chest, shuddered at the power of him, and then turned back into the room, glanced at the files. He wouldn’t be back just yet and she wouldn’t leave without what she came for, even if he did.
And later--she tucked the glove down between her breasts--she just might return the glove. Zack was on maneuvers, after all, and it was terribly lonely sleeping alone.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: explicit sex
Word count: 1,237
Summary: Sephiroth catches Aeris in a forbidden place.
Prompt: #16. Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Aeris: Desk sex - In a place she shouldn’t be....
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm posting this so late. Too much real life. Too much overtime. Even a little sick thrown in for good measure. Working now to get caught up.
Office Politics
“What’re you doing in here?”
Aeris whirled, heart pounding as she eased the file drawer shut with her back. She didn’t think he’d seen what she was doing, where she was looking, didn’t think he could put two and two together or figure out what she’d been up to. “I just...” She dragged in a deep breath to ease the pounding. “The commander asked me to pick up a file for him on my way downstairs.”
He towered over her, his silver hair and fair skin the only light in the otherwise darkness of the leather that consumed him. Even inside, he kept the impossibly long katana strapped to his back. It towered over one shoulder and she didn’t miss the way his hands twitched when he reached out to grab her.
She squeaked when he pulled her forward, away from the files, didn’t miss the way he looked over her shoulder or the way his gaze flickered across the closed cabinets. “Where’s the file? We’ll take it down to him together.”
“I...hadn’t found it yet,” she lied, wetting her lips with her tongue. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Her hands clenched at the fabric of her dress.
“Find it. I’ll wait.”
Their eyes met, locked, and she reminded herself of the rumors she’d heard passed around the troops. Some thought he was going mad, others thought he was already insane. To challenge him, to call him out, either would be madness and probably death.
Instead, she leaned up on her tiptoes, one hand against his cheek as she captured his lips. At fist, there was no response, and she nibbled on his lower lip, dragged it into her mouth, sucked it gently.
He was surprisingly gentle as they switched places, his hands on her hips, turning her, maneuvering with his back to the file cabinets until she was on her back across one of the spare desks stored in the file room. She felt a moment of fear, a thrill of excitement when she realized he was going to take her up on her offer, an offer she had made without thinking, an offer she had made to stall him, to keep him from doing anything rash.
He bent over her, his hands on her shoulders, never relinquishing the sword. Not that she’d expected him to--it was almost an extension of himself--but there was something disturbing about making love to a man with a weapon almost as close to her as the important bits were.
A half-smile lit his face, not the sardonic smile she was accustomed to, but one of anticipation that left a gleam of lust in his eyes. He wanted her and... Good gods. She wanted him, too. If Zack ever finds out... But, he wouldn’t find out. She’d make sure he never found out. She didn’t think Sephiroth would tell. She wouldn’t tell either.
Black leather caressed her almost bare shoulders, dragging the thin straps of fabric down over her arms, lingering against her skin, forcing a shiver down her spine. His glove-clad hands traced delicate patterns down her arms. A light tug on the straps pulled the bodice of her sundress lower, until the swell of her breasts rose above it, shadowy in the room’s eerie half-light.
His smile deepened and he abandoned his exploration of her long enough to unbuckle his belt. She felt a burst of terror mixed with desire. He was beautiful--maybe the most beautiful man she’d ever seen--but he’d always seemed so unreachable, so untouchable, that she’d never expected to be locked in a dark room with him, partaking of him, sharing anything so intimate with him.
He slid the zipper down slowly, freed himself from the confines of the leather without removing his pants. Aeris wanted to touch him, to feel him, to take him in her mouth, but when she tried to rise, he pushed her back against the desk. His touch wasn’t hard, nor unkind, but insistent. Sephiroth was accustomed to having his way.
Already hot and hard, his erection pressed against her leg through her dress when he leaned over her to pull her dress down to her waist. For long moments, he merely looked at her, his eyes drinking in her face, her hair splayed out around her, her breasts.
His fingers danced across her breasts, light and exploratory. She shuddered when he touched her nipples, already hard in anticipation, already aching for his touch. When he leaned close, his eyes closed and his mouth settled between her breasts, hot and wet when he kissed her.
He inhaled deeply of her and then captured one breast in his mouth while his hands dropped to the hem of her dress. There was nothing gentle about his mouth; it tugged insistently at her breast, sucking hard while his tongue lapped at the nipple and drove pleasure deep into the pit of her stomach. She squirmed beneath him, arching her back to force her breast further into his mouth.
He sucked harder in response, drawing more of her into his mouth, raking the nipple with his teeth while his tongue circled it in great lapping strokes. Aeris gasped, panted against the knotting muscles, the tightness between her legs.
He shoved her dress up and her panties down in quick, desperate movements. And then he was in her, filling her with pain, building her desire. Each thrust drove him deeper; each thrust wrung a cry from her, pain and pleasure twisted into longing and the urgent need for release.
He came with a roar of triumph and a tremor that ignited her body, filled each nerve, tensed each muscle until she thought she’d scream. Pain filled her breast. When he raised his head, his lips were splattered with blood. Her blood.
He withdrew slowly, reluctantly, leaving her with the empty feel of regret when he was gone. But, he dropped to his knees, his mouth pressed between her legs, leaving her with one last kiss that brought her to the verge and over. The orgasm exploded with a force she’d never experienced, left her weak and quivering as it repeated itself in tiny bursts that continued until she whimpered and rolled into her side, closing her legs and dragging her knees up to her chest.
Sephiroth rose and zipped himself, then leaned over to kiss her cheek. Before she could wonder what he’d do with her now, his fingertips dropped to the perfect set of teeth marks on the crown of her breast and the tingle of magic flushed through her skin, healing the damage, leaving behind the tingle of magic and newborn desire.
“I’ll be back,” he promised as he strode toward the door. “And I’d advise you to be gone.”
Aeris shoved herself off the desk, retrieved her panties and righted her dress before she felt strong enough to stand.
She found it halfway to the door: one black leather glove. Sephiroth’s glove.
An invitation? Perhaps. She clutched it to her chest, shuddered at the power of him, and then turned back into the room, glanced at the files. He wouldn’t be back just yet and she wouldn’t leave without what she came for, even if he did.
And later--she tucked the glove down between her breasts--she just might return the glove. Zack was on maneuvers, after all, and it was terribly lonely sleeping alone.
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