Are you alive, show me you're human//Can't you feel, feel, feel, feel?
It is something that seems he is only capable of perfection in, moving and touching just right to draw out noise and heat...But that isn't what she wants. Cissnei wants action, reaction, response to which he makes this seem all so clinical, something that he's worked toward.
Perfection without emotion attached to it. She can't stand it.
"Tseng-" She gasps, but he doesn't respond, and her hands slide though dark silky hair which contrasts heavily from both their bodies. "Tseng." She says again, a little more urgent, with something in it that's not pleasure, but more of fear. He pauses to flick his eyes to her, and it's enough for her to sit up and drag him up with her, mouth crashing against his with tongue, teeth heat this is what I need don't just be a Turk for this please show me-
He weathers her storm with the patience of a man who had already been through so many. It's far from what she wants-A reaction, emotion something to tell her that he is just as human as she was. That the deaths bothered him, that making it seem like certain people never existed left a bad taste in his mouth, that when he puts on the suit or picks up the phone he dreads what might come next, just like she did.
When she finally pulls away, he regards her with dark eyes, always those same dark eyes. "This isn't what you want." He states simply, and she very near snarls at him before moving, forcing him to switch with her, so that she is above him. "I want this to be real!" It was snapped out, but it may as well of been an anguished cry. Why does ShinRa make us do this why did Zack have to die why did they force Veld away from us...
Cissnei hates this man near as much as she admired him, wanted to be like him, wanted him to recognize her as a rival wanted him to be hers. She none to gently brought her teeth down on his shoulder while her hands moved to touch what she could, forcing him to feel and to know that she meant it. Cissnei was not so stupid as to think this was not the first time for either of them, but it is theirs. In a world like this it didn't mean much, but suddenly she wished it did.
His hands slide up her back, touch gently over her neck and then take hold of her jaw, forcing her to look at him. Rival hated lover do you feel anything in this? "We have never been real in the first place." He says to her, and while to any other it may have not made sense she understood. Tseng was not a real name, and neither was Cissnei. They were products of a company, raised grown factory made to fit into a mold almost like SOLDIERs were. They however did not go under the needle and knife, but lost their humanity out on the field when one became a cold blooded killer, torturing the family of a man one by one to get him to talk.
She breaks then, for the first time in over two decades and he is there for her. When the morning comes and she wakes though, he was gone.
Gone.
Had he ever been there in the first place?
He never mentions what happened; neither does she. And they continue on faking their lives until circumstances force them apart.
Sometimes she wonders if things may have ended up differently.
Perfection without emotion attached to it. She can't stand it.
"Tseng-" She gasps, but he doesn't respond, and her hands slide though dark silky hair which contrasts heavily from both their bodies. "Tseng." She says again, a little more urgent, with something in it that's not pleasure, but more of fear. He pauses to flick his eyes to her, and it's enough for her to sit up and drag him up with her, mouth crashing against his with tongue, teeth heat this is what I need don't just be a Turk for this please show me-
He weathers her storm with the patience of a man who had already been through so many. It's far from what she wants-A reaction, emotion something to tell her that he is just as human as she was. That the deaths bothered him, that making it seem like certain people never existed left a bad taste in his mouth, that when he puts on the suit or picks up the phone he dreads what might come next, just like she did.
When she finally pulls away, he regards her with dark eyes, always those same dark eyes. "This isn't what you want." He states simply, and she very near snarls at him before moving, forcing him to switch with her, so that she is above him. "I want this to be real!" It was snapped out, but it may as well of been an anguished cry. Why does ShinRa make us do this why did Zack have to die why did they force Veld away from us...
Cissnei hates this man near as much as she admired him, wanted to be like him, wanted him to recognize her as a rival wanted him to be hers. She none to gently brought her teeth down on his shoulder while her hands moved to touch what she could, forcing him to feel and to know that she meant it. Cissnei was not so stupid as to think this was not the first time for either of them, but it is theirs. In a world like this it didn't mean much, but suddenly she wished it did.
His hands slide up her back, touch gently over her neck and then take hold of her jaw, forcing her to look at him. Rival hated lover do you feel anything in this? "We have never been real in the first place." He says to her, and while to any other it may have not made sense she understood. Tseng was not a real name, and neither was Cissnei. They were products of a company, raised grown factory made to fit into a mold almost like SOLDIERs were. They however did not go under the needle and knife, but lost their humanity out on the field when one became a cold blooded killer, torturing the family of a man one by one to get him to talk.
She breaks then, for the first time in over two decades and he is there for her. When the morning comes and she wakes though, he was gone.
Gone.
Had he ever been there in the first place?
He never mentions what happened; neither does she. And they continue on faking their lives until circumstances force them apart.
Sometimes she wonders if things may have ended up differently.