♘ : Dreamscape
Warnings: Awkward General is awkward? And will probably never show his face again ever.
Effects: A very sudden, very shocking onset of LUST and DESIRE.
Privacy: Locked away from anyone under legal age
Other: Accompaniment (A MUST LISTEN WHILST READING.)
He was dreaming. Had to be. Because Sephiroth knew there was no way in all hells he'd be in this particular place with this particular person doing this particular thing. One: he was standing in the ShinRa Tower's SOLDIER Training Facility; two: the other person in the large gym -with a very cheeky grin on her face, mind- was Tifa Lockhart and three: they were sparring.
To her credit however, Tifa wasn't pulling her punches. She whirled and kicked with an agility and strength he admired, even coming within a hair's breadth of socking him along the jaw a few times. He respected that about her, that she put her heart and soul in everything she did; a kindred spirit in that aspect. To make things fair, he'd opted to face her weaponless; the Masamune had no need to taste her blood, nor would he allow her to come to any sort of harm while in his care.
But that didn't stop him from pinning her a few times, always with a knowing smirk to which she grumbled and jerked free, only to drive another bout of flurried attacks towards him. It was during one such instance that Sephiroth's focus drifted a fraction, and he paid for it by a hard fist knocking along his jaw, hard enough to drive him back a step. Momentarily stunned, the great General was completely unprepared for Tifa's follow-up move; he felt her strong hands snatch him by the shoulders and she quite abruptly kicked his feet out from under him, sending them both crashing to the floor.
He grimaced as his teeth clacked together from the back of his head smacking the unforgiving surface - ShinRa utilized no mats; its SOLDIERs were supposed to avoid such rookie mistakes. That, alas, was the last thing on Sephiroth's mind as he opened slightly glazed eyes and slowly focused again, seeing a rather smug Tifa Lockhart perched on his stomach. Pinned at shoulder and hip, he made no move to toss her off, but rather let her enjoy her victory for a moment.
Arms outflung, Sephiroth cocked an eyebrow up at her. "Comfortable?"
Tifa pretended to think it over for a moment, then grinned back and smirked. "Very." She added insult to slight injury by bouncing a few times, just to drive home her point. "You make a good cushion."
He couldn't help but snort to that, hands lifting of their own volition to rest at her waist. "May I get up now? I think you've more than made your point, Miss Lockhart."
"Ooohh, nooo, I think I'll just enjoy it for the moment, General sir, if you don't mind." Sephiroth saw her eyes suddenly sparkle. "It's not every day a girl gets to brag about this."
Her playfulness was...surprising, but nevertheless welcomed. "That's all I am, then? A conquest?"
"Welllll..." Tifa pursed her lips, staring down at him with narrowed eyes. "I wouldn't say all, really." Then she sniffed primly, nose wrinkling. "But a girl has to have some standards, you know."
Where it came from, Sephiroth didn't know, and why he acted upon it without thought he wasn't sure, but neither of those stopped him from suddenly tightening his hands and rather expertly flipping them both, holding her firmly beneath him as he stared down at her with a smoldering MAKO gaze.
"Well," he rumbled, just inches away, "I'd certainly hate to disappoint..."
Tifa's knowing grin smiled up at him as she answered. "Just don't keep me waiting too long, General..."
A dark chuckle escaped as her arms wound around his neck and into thick silver as Sephiroth lowered his head...
[...and woke up. Sephiroth stared at the ceiling for a long while, willing his blood to calm down and his heart to stop racing. Shiva, where in all nine hells had that come from?? A single BEEP from the device on the bed had his eyes closing in despaired resignation; no doubt the entire world would be enjoying this soon.
Well, naught he could do for it now. Nor did he honestly care to. Tifa was his friend, he cared for her a great deal, his subconscious be damned. Determined to put that damning dream firmly from his mind, Sephiroth sat up, got out of bed and ignored the device altogether; first things first - he was going for a cold shower.]
Effects: A very sudden, very shocking onset of LUST and DESIRE.
Privacy: Locked away from anyone under legal age
Other: Accompaniment (A MUST LISTEN WHILST READING.)
He was dreaming. Had to be. Because Sephiroth knew there was no way in all hells he'd be in this particular place with this particular person doing this particular thing. One: he was standing in the ShinRa Tower's SOLDIER Training Facility; two: the other person in the large gym -with a very cheeky grin on her face, mind- was Tifa Lockhart and three: they were sparring.
To her credit however, Tifa wasn't pulling her punches. She whirled and kicked with an agility and strength he admired, even coming within a hair's breadth of socking him along the jaw a few times. He respected that about her, that she put her heart and soul in everything she did; a kindred spirit in that aspect. To make things fair, he'd opted to face her weaponless; the Masamune had no need to taste her blood, nor would he allow her to come to any sort of harm while in his care.
But that didn't stop him from pinning her a few times, always with a knowing smirk to which she grumbled and jerked free, only to drive another bout of flurried attacks towards him. It was during one such instance that Sephiroth's focus drifted a fraction, and he paid for it by a hard fist knocking along his jaw, hard enough to drive him back a step. Momentarily stunned, the great General was completely unprepared for Tifa's follow-up move; he felt her strong hands snatch him by the shoulders and she quite abruptly kicked his feet out from under him, sending them both crashing to the floor.
He grimaced as his teeth clacked together from the back of his head smacking the unforgiving surface - ShinRa utilized no mats; its SOLDIERs were supposed to avoid such rookie mistakes. That, alas, was the last thing on Sephiroth's mind as he opened slightly glazed eyes and slowly focused again, seeing a rather smug Tifa Lockhart perched on his stomach. Pinned at shoulder and hip, he made no move to toss her off, but rather let her enjoy her victory for a moment.
Arms outflung, Sephiroth cocked an eyebrow up at her. "Comfortable?"
Tifa pretended to think it over for a moment, then grinned back and smirked. "Very." She added insult to slight injury by bouncing a few times, just to drive home her point. "You make a good cushion."
He couldn't help but snort to that, hands lifting of their own volition to rest at her waist. "May I get up now? I think you've more than made your point, Miss Lockhart."
"Ooohh, nooo, I think I'll just enjoy it for the moment, General sir, if you don't mind." Sephiroth saw her eyes suddenly sparkle. "It's not every day a girl gets to brag about this."
Her playfulness was...surprising, but nevertheless welcomed. "That's all I am, then? A conquest?"
"Welllll..." Tifa pursed her lips, staring down at him with narrowed eyes. "I wouldn't say all, really." Then she sniffed primly, nose wrinkling. "But a girl has to have some standards, you know."
Where it came from, Sephiroth didn't know, and why he acted upon it without thought he wasn't sure, but neither of those stopped him from suddenly tightening his hands and rather expertly flipping them both, holding her firmly beneath him as he stared down at her with a smoldering MAKO gaze.
"Well," he rumbled, just inches away, "I'd certainly hate to disappoint..."
Tifa's knowing grin smiled up at him as she answered. "Just don't keep me waiting too long, General..."
A dark chuckle escaped as her arms wound around his neck and into thick silver as Sephiroth lowered his head...
[...and woke up. Sephiroth stared at the ceiling for a long while, willing his blood to calm down and his heart to stop racing. Shiva, where in all nine hells had that come from?? A single BEEP from the device on the bed had his eyes closing in despaired resignation; no doubt the entire world would be enjoying this soon.
Well, naught he could do for it now. Nor did he honestly care to. Tifa was his friend, he cared for her a great deal, his subconscious be damned. Determined to put that damning dream firmly from his mind, Sephiroth sat up, got out of bed and ignored the device altogether; first things first - he was going for a cold shower.]