Final Fantasy VII (Rufus/Elena)
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kinkfestTitle: Still Time
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Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers if you've not seen Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Word Count: 370
Summary: There's still time.
Prompt: Rufus/Elena: The caress of breath - as long as he's still breathing, the disease hasn't got him yet
Author's Note: I tried to make it both longer and more with the sexy, but they weren't having it
He sits rigidly still on the edge of the bed, moving only at her quiet request as she wraps layers of bandages around him. He is covered with the visible evidence of the stigma, odd-shaped sores that ooze dark fluid. She wraps bandages around his arms, covering stigma and scars alike, hiding the evidence that he is slowly fading away.
She leans forward to wrap the bandages around his torso and she can smell the spicy scent of his aftershave—Rude had to help him with that this morning, because his hand shook too much to wield the razor without cutting himself. It is like a macabre dance, leaning forward and then back as the strips of white fabric cover his skin.
She is half draped over him, her shoulder resting against his, as she fastens the end of the bandage in place. She can feel his breath warm and moist on her skin, stirring the tendrils of her hair and tickling her ear. She shivers at the sensation, and the warm tingling that follows it. Reluctantly she steps back.
"Elena." He looks up, and lifts his hand to rest it on the back of her neck. His skin is warm against hers. She keeps her eyes downcast, counting his breaths by the rise and fall of his chest. As long as he still breathes, they have a chance. They can find a cure.
He puts pressure on the back of her neck, so that she leans her forehead against his. She bites her lip, a habit she's never quite broken herself of, and takes a deep breath.
"I refuse," he says calmly, "to fall victim to something as insignificant as this disease."
She is not quite sure where the laughter comes from, but it bubbles up, with an edge of hysteria. He smiles faintly and caresses her cheek.
As long as he's still breathing, the disease hasn't got him yet. She intends to see that he keeps breathing.
Author:
lyraruneRating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers if you've not seen Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Word Count: 370
Summary: There's still time.
Prompt: Rufus/Elena: The caress of breath - as long as he's still breathing, the disease hasn't got him yet
Author's Note: I tried to make it both longer and more with the sexy, but they weren't having it
He sits rigidly still on the edge of the bed, moving only at her quiet request as she wraps layers of bandages around him. He is covered with the visible evidence of the stigma, odd-shaped sores that ooze dark fluid. She wraps bandages around his arms, covering stigma and scars alike, hiding the evidence that he is slowly fading away.
She leans forward to wrap the bandages around his torso and she can smell the spicy scent of his aftershave—Rude had to help him with that this morning, because his hand shook too much to wield the razor without cutting himself. It is like a macabre dance, leaning forward and then back as the strips of white fabric cover his skin.
She is half draped over him, her shoulder resting against his, as she fastens the end of the bandage in place. She can feel his breath warm and moist on her skin, stirring the tendrils of her hair and tickling her ear. She shivers at the sensation, and the warm tingling that follows it. Reluctantly she steps back.
"Elena." He looks up, and lifts his hand to rest it on the back of her neck. His skin is warm against hers. She keeps her eyes downcast, counting his breaths by the rise and fall of his chest. As long as he still breathes, they have a chance. They can find a cure.
He puts pressure on the back of her neck, so that she leans her forehead against his. She bites her lip, a habit she's never quite broken herself of, and takes a deep breath.
"I refuse," he says calmly, "to fall victim to something as insignificant as this disease."
She is not quite sure where the laughter comes from, but it bubbles up, with an edge of hysteria. He smiles faintly and caresses her cheek.
As long as he's still breathing, the disease hasn't got him yet. She intends to see that he keeps breathing.
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