Tseng/Elena- The Things Unsaid- Chapter 9: Breathe (2 AM)
Title: The Things Unsaid- Chapter 9: Breathe (2 AM)
Rating: MA (NC-17)
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Tseng/Elena
Characters: Elena, Tseng
Prompt: 24) Clean (40_loves)
Word Count: 1485
Author's Notes: This story is pretty dark.
Warnings: Smut, oral, hurt/comfort
Summary:Since being attacked by the remnants of Sephiroth both Tseng and Elena have changed, for the better and the worse. They are about to be forced to face what they are and who they have become, and face what they feel for each other, or else the very things they care about may be destroyed.
Chapter Index
She woke up around two in the morning, panting and squirming against the grip that was around her. She squirmed and kicked, cold air clinging to her naked body like a coat, her shoulder screaming out in pain.
The arms around her tightened, lips meeting her temple over and over again, a gentle voice trying to calm her down, but she couldn’t. She kept seeing those little children walking into the building, hearing the sound of the building exploding, feeling the pieces of metal and brick fall down around her and feel the heat of the fire across the street reaching her even on the roof.
Two hands gripped her arms and shook her, hard. “Elena, stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself!”
Her eyes sprung open to find Tseng’s face pressed close to hers, eyes wide and worried.
She clung to him then, crying, pressing her face against his shoulder, and he let her, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair, trying to calm her in the best way he knew how, but still unsure how to comfort her.
They stayed like that for a while, her sobbing into his chest, him trying to comfort her with smooth strokes of his fingers through the heavy curtain of her hair. Then, all at once, she turned her head and pressed her lips to his, firm and insistent. He startled slightly, fingers stilling, but quickly came to realize what was going on: she was comforting herself, and who was he to stop her from doing so?
So, he kissed her back, meeting the pressure of her lips with his own, swallowing her soft whimpers and quiet moans, feeling her move closer to him, then back away again.
She reached up and grabbed his hand- which hadn’t moved since he stopped stroking her hair- and dragged it down, pressing it firmly between her legs. It didn’t take any more coaxing than that for him to begin stroking her softly with his long, calloused fingers, enjoying her squirming and her breathy moans. She pressed her lips against his more firmly and with a growl he picked up the pace of his strokes, flicking his thumb lazily over the rapidly swelling bundle of nerves between her legs. She whimpered, low and pitiful and he moved his lips to her neck, pressing gentle kisses against her flesh, rolling her onto her back, lips soft and tender against her skin, fingers never slowing as he moved down, kissing her breasts in turn, then kissing lower, across her stomach, then replacing his fingers with his tongue.
He slid his tongue inside of her, once, quickly, feeling her hips arch towards him pitifully, before he used the weight of his arms to hold her hips down and slowly, caressingly licked at her, listening to her heavy breathing as she breathed out his name, gripping the sheets beneath her. He grazed her swollen clit with his teeth and she gasped, trying to arch uselessly against his mouth. He slid one finger inside her wet passage, stroking her gently and took the bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking softly. She let out a low moan, guttural, raged and he bit down softly. She moaned his name loudly, shaking violently as her orgasm hit her. He stayed there for a while, letting her ride out her release as he continued to lick at her, softly, almost tenderly, as if afraid she would freak out again if he moved away too quickly.
Once her body had ceased shaking he moved up to kiss her again, and she kissed him back, harsh and insistent. He gasped softly as her small hand reached down, stroking him firmly through the thin material of his boxers, before she reached inside and ran her nails across him, softly at first, then harsh. He hissed, gripping her hips tightly in his hands, then she turned the tables, using her strength to roll them over so she was on top of him.
Her lips broke free from his, kissing his neck softly. He had to admit this was unexpected. Elena was rarely aggressive in any way when they were near each other, but it wasn’t an unwelcome change. Her lips moved down, placing soft kisses on the smooth expanse of his chest, pausing slightly, then lashing her tongue quickly across one of his nipples. He startled again, watching her intently in the dark as she dragged her teeth across his chest. He growled, low and animal like. He knew: this was her way of making herself feel better about what they had done. Even now she needed to feel clean when they did horrible things, but she knew she would never be clean again, so she instead settled for having some kind of control over something, needing to feel like she had free will once again.
She continued kissing down his body, moving to his firm stomach, nipping at the skin, watching his stomach sink away from her, oddly fascinated by his reactions.
When she reached his waist, she tugged his boxers down slowly, and he lifted his hips, complying with her silent request. She gazed down at him with an almost childlike curiosity, but there was nothing childlike in her eyes. It was purely powerful and lustful as she gazed upon his erection, both fascinated and amused.
She ran one finger down him softly, and he shuddered, breath quickening.
She looked up at him, hair covering part of her face. To him she never looked more alluring, feral and in control, then she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his swollen cock. He gasped softly, groaning low in his chest. She took him slowly into her mouth then, slowly running her tongue over him and he groaned again, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the bed. She slowly began working him, her head bobbing up and down and she worked his firm length, her tongue swirling around his length, teeth grazing him softly. He was shuddering beneath her, gasping softly from time to time. She ran her nails across his stomach, scratching the skin softly, grazing more firmly, building him towards his own orgasm with every stroke of her tongue and graze of her teeth.
Then she pulled away, releasing him from the warm confines of her mouth, then she was crawling over him, pressing her lips against his, and he returned her kiss, breathing heavy, hands wandering across her flesh.
She pulled away from him again, sitting up and gazing down at him, watching him intently. She reached behind her, running her nails across his length, making him shudder and close his eyes with a low groan.
Slowly she lifted herself up and with one quick thrust lowered herself onto his swollen cock, taking him inside of her warmth. He shuddered, gripping her hips tightly as she tilted her head back overcome by the news feelings this sent through her. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes, encasing him, not moving, barely breathing, then she leaned down slightly, pressing her palms against his chest for leverage and began to move, rolling her hips against his, slowly at first, his hands guiding her hips, then slowly as she gained confidence, she began to move faster.
He groaned, low in his chest as she sat up once again, now fully moving on her own. His hands fell away from her hips as he watched her move, bathed in pale moonlight, sweat glistening on her skin, listening to her as she rode him, strong legs on either side of him. She never looked more beautiful, or stronger than she did then, panting softly, moaning low in her throat, thrusting herself against him, wrapped around him wet and warm.
As she felt herself reaching her orgasm her speed picked up, wanting, desperate, and he reached down, flicking her swollen clit with his thumb. She came then, moaning his name out loudly as her hips continued to move against him as she clamped down around him. He grabbed her hips and thrust up sharply, reaching his own release with a growl, emptying himself into her as her body milked him.
Her moans slowly became soft, low whimpers as she began to come down from her climax, collapsing against his chest, him still buried inside of her.
He slowly wrapped her arms around her, cradling her to his chest. He kissed her temple, soft and tender, pulling the sheet back over them, listening to her breathing slowly return to normal.
She pressed her lips against his, shaking, on the verge of tears again, and he held onto her, stroking her back, calming her with that simple touch, then pressing soft kisses to her temple until she drifted back to sleep, encased in the warmth of his arms, their bodies becoming sticky in the cool night air.
Rating: MA (NC-17)
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Tseng/Elena
Characters: Elena, Tseng
Prompt: 24) Clean (40_loves)
Word Count: 1485
Author's Notes: This story is pretty dark.
Warnings: Smut, oral, hurt/comfort
Summary:Since being attacked by the remnants of Sephiroth both Tseng and Elena have changed, for the better and the worse. They are about to be forced to face what they are and who they have become, and face what they feel for each other, or else the very things they care about may be destroyed.
Chapter Index
She woke up around two in the morning, panting and squirming against the grip that was around her. She squirmed and kicked, cold air clinging to her naked body like a coat, her shoulder screaming out in pain.
The arms around her tightened, lips meeting her temple over and over again, a gentle voice trying to calm her down, but she couldn’t. She kept seeing those little children walking into the building, hearing the sound of the building exploding, feeling the pieces of metal and brick fall down around her and feel the heat of the fire across the street reaching her even on the roof.
Two hands gripped her arms and shook her, hard. “Elena, stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself!”
Her eyes sprung open to find Tseng’s face pressed close to hers, eyes wide and worried.
She clung to him then, crying, pressing her face against his shoulder, and he let her, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair, trying to calm her in the best way he knew how, but still unsure how to comfort her.
They stayed like that for a while, her sobbing into his chest, him trying to comfort her with smooth strokes of his fingers through the heavy curtain of her hair. Then, all at once, she turned her head and pressed her lips to his, firm and insistent. He startled slightly, fingers stilling, but quickly came to realize what was going on: she was comforting herself, and who was he to stop her from doing so?
So, he kissed her back, meeting the pressure of her lips with his own, swallowing her soft whimpers and quiet moans, feeling her move closer to him, then back away again.
She reached up and grabbed his hand- which hadn’t moved since he stopped stroking her hair- and dragged it down, pressing it firmly between her legs. It didn’t take any more coaxing than that for him to begin stroking her softly with his long, calloused fingers, enjoying her squirming and her breathy moans. She pressed her lips against his more firmly and with a growl he picked up the pace of his strokes, flicking his thumb lazily over the rapidly swelling bundle of nerves between her legs. She whimpered, low and pitiful and he moved his lips to her neck, pressing gentle kisses against her flesh, rolling her onto her back, lips soft and tender against her skin, fingers never slowing as he moved down, kissing her breasts in turn, then kissing lower, across her stomach, then replacing his fingers with his tongue.
He slid his tongue inside of her, once, quickly, feeling her hips arch towards him pitifully, before he used the weight of his arms to hold her hips down and slowly, caressingly licked at her, listening to her heavy breathing as she breathed out his name, gripping the sheets beneath her. He grazed her swollen clit with his teeth and she gasped, trying to arch uselessly against his mouth. He slid one finger inside her wet passage, stroking her gently and took the bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking softly. She let out a low moan, guttural, raged and he bit down softly. She moaned his name loudly, shaking violently as her orgasm hit her. He stayed there for a while, letting her ride out her release as he continued to lick at her, softly, almost tenderly, as if afraid she would freak out again if he moved away too quickly.
Once her body had ceased shaking he moved up to kiss her again, and she kissed him back, harsh and insistent. He gasped softly as her small hand reached down, stroking him firmly through the thin material of his boxers, before she reached inside and ran her nails across him, softly at first, then harsh. He hissed, gripping her hips tightly in his hands, then she turned the tables, using her strength to roll them over so she was on top of him.
Her lips broke free from his, kissing his neck softly. He had to admit this was unexpected. Elena was rarely aggressive in any way when they were near each other, but it wasn’t an unwelcome change. Her lips moved down, placing soft kisses on the smooth expanse of his chest, pausing slightly, then lashing her tongue quickly across one of his nipples. He startled again, watching her intently in the dark as she dragged her teeth across his chest. He growled, low and animal like. He knew: this was her way of making herself feel better about what they had done. Even now she needed to feel clean when they did horrible things, but she knew she would never be clean again, so she instead settled for having some kind of control over something, needing to feel like she had free will once again.
She continued kissing down his body, moving to his firm stomach, nipping at the skin, watching his stomach sink away from her, oddly fascinated by his reactions.
When she reached his waist, she tugged his boxers down slowly, and he lifted his hips, complying with her silent request. She gazed down at him with an almost childlike curiosity, but there was nothing childlike in her eyes. It was purely powerful and lustful as she gazed upon his erection, both fascinated and amused.
She ran one finger down him softly, and he shuddered, breath quickening.
She looked up at him, hair covering part of her face. To him she never looked more alluring, feral and in control, then she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his swollen cock. He gasped softly, groaning low in his chest. She took him slowly into her mouth then, slowly running her tongue over him and he groaned again, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the bed. She slowly began working him, her head bobbing up and down and she worked his firm length, her tongue swirling around his length, teeth grazing him softly. He was shuddering beneath her, gasping softly from time to time. She ran her nails across his stomach, scratching the skin softly, grazing more firmly, building him towards his own orgasm with every stroke of her tongue and graze of her teeth.
Then she pulled away, releasing him from the warm confines of her mouth, then she was crawling over him, pressing her lips against his, and he returned her kiss, breathing heavy, hands wandering across her flesh.
She pulled away from him again, sitting up and gazing down at him, watching him intently. She reached behind her, running her nails across his length, making him shudder and close his eyes with a low groan.
Slowly she lifted herself up and with one quick thrust lowered herself onto his swollen cock, taking him inside of her warmth. He shuddered, gripping her hips tightly as she tilted her head back overcome by the news feelings this sent through her. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes, encasing him, not moving, barely breathing, then she leaned down slightly, pressing her palms against his chest for leverage and began to move, rolling her hips against his, slowly at first, his hands guiding her hips, then slowly as she gained confidence, she began to move faster.
He groaned, low in his chest as she sat up once again, now fully moving on her own. His hands fell away from her hips as he watched her move, bathed in pale moonlight, sweat glistening on her skin, listening to her as she rode him, strong legs on either side of him. She never looked more beautiful, or stronger than she did then, panting softly, moaning low in her throat, thrusting herself against him, wrapped around him wet and warm.
As she felt herself reaching her orgasm her speed picked up, wanting, desperate, and he reached down, flicking her swollen clit with his thumb. She came then, moaning his name out loudly as her hips continued to move against him as she clamped down around him. He grabbed her hips and thrust up sharply, reaching his own release with a growl, emptying himself into her as her body milked him.
Her moans slowly became soft, low whimpers as she began to come down from her climax, collapsing against his chest, him still buried inside of her.
He slowly wrapped her arms around her, cradling her to his chest. He kissed her temple, soft and tender, pulling the sheet back over them, listening to her breathing slowly return to normal.
She pressed her lips against his, shaking, on the verge of tears again, and he held onto her, stroking her back, calming her with that simple touch, then pressing soft kisses to her temple until she drifted back to sleep, encased in the warmth of his arms, their bodies becoming sticky in the cool night air.