With burns, cuts, bruises and torn clothing sprinkled with your own blood. All that was felt was heat and all that was heard was the blaze's crackling and the screams of innocent people.Īnd there you stood. How did no one see this coming? How did you not see this coming? How did all of this happen? And happen so fast? Your heart and mind felt fuzzy hearing his deep voice say those words, proudly. The tingling feeling was now all over your body, invading every muscle. "Sure." He nuzzled your nose with his lovingly. "Since the weather doesn't want us going out, why don't we just spend the evening here," he suggested. An average person that never stood out from any crowd. You had always deemed yourself lucky, very lucky for having such a unique (and handsome) man come into your life and even fall in love with you. His hair and eye colour was not that of the average person.
To you, he was an alien, a beautiful and unusual one. You had never seen or met a person like Sephiroth in your life. Sephiroth rubbed your back with one hand and the other was pushing the back of your head towards his lips, adding even more deepness into your intimacy. Each sync was knitting your lips more deeper into each other.
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Even though you couldn't feel his flesh, the sensation of the leather was enough to make your skin tingle.īefore you knew it, you felt your head being lifted up and soon soft, semi-cold and wet lips captured your own. You hummed a yes in response as you closed your eyes and melted into his touch. "Is it?" Sephiroth asks, putting his large gloved hand up to cup your cheek. "It's okay," you clarified as you smiled and slid your hands over his taut chest and gently rubbed his overly broad shoulders. His muscular and titanic frame automatically made yours look like that of a child. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. "Well, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for that long," he replied sarcastically. Sephiroth laughed and walked over to you. "Am I?" he asked, setting down his weaponry and whiping some of the raindrops that was stuck on his pale face and hair. Slowly turning around, your eyes stumble upon the light green, cat-like eyes of your lover, who had a smug, yet gentle smirk on his face. Everything was black except the white and green lights that made out the buildings. You looked out to the blurred and slightly warped city. The sound of the droplets endlessly hitting the glass of your windowpane was almost like a lullaby. The rain came down non-stop from the sky, all the way to the surface.
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