Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Aeris(/Sephiroth/Cloud), Is it any wonder we find ourselves laughing / with
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Aeris(/Sephiroth/Cloud), Is it any wonder we find ourselves laughing / with your tongue at my lips and my hands in your hair?
As she fell forever into the Lifestream, last-look-back at the world and the betrayal of Sephiroth, surprise overcame her and darkness and light swept through her, washing away her burdens and reawakening that little spark of love in her womb as she suddenly realised that hey, maybe -
- And Zack was waiting for her on the other side, catching her out of her coruscant cascade to hold forever and ever, just the way she remembers/remembered/will remember him, black hair spiked, body steady muscle, and eyes violet gleaming with live materia.
She'd been regretful, leaving Cloud (innocent/guilty, painting her face and breasts and body white and clear with fluid and tears), leaving Sephiroth (fierce and proud and strong, taking what he needed, before; cruel and hurtful and raw, programmed lust after), knowing that even though they'd killed her each in their own little way there was always that little glimmer of vulnerable Cloud (when Zack introduced them) and childish Seph (when Zack 'accidentally' up-ended a pie onto his head and she laughed at him) hiding in them.
But - that was over now, and in the Lifestream all time is still and is forever, and she was so, so lucky that Zack had materia in him so he could choose to be reborn here, and oh, what time could not be happy if Zack (sweet, happy Zack) was here?
And it was, bouncing, bouncing Zack, not the one who had grimly, grimly fallen to protect Cloud (she could see a puff of memory, carried away on the streams) and then he pressed his head close, nuzzling at her neck, and all she could smell was chocobo, black-ruffled soft hair.
His hands, thick-fingered but so, so knowledgable, dropped down to line her waist, and with a twist tore away her shapeless dress. She'd hated it, really, bringing green eyes up to face him, but...but then his head was moving up the line of her throat and onto her jaw, and she forgot what she was thinking, forgot everything else, actually.
Clothes were just a function of the mind in the Lifestream but she forgot/never knew that, so it took her by surprise when he positioned himself between her hips and took her, fully filling her with something she'd missed from so long ago, bucking and rolling his hips against her moans.
His hands were running up and down her body sending tingles up her arched spine and then she was cushioned in some sort of bed, soothing and cosy and all she could respond with was sound; she didn't really want to move.
She re-positioned her body, once, twice, massaging his cock when he pulled out of her and slamming her hips into his when he thrust, and it went as deep as she could have possibly imagined or wanted; he seemed to see it in her aura or her eyes and held it there, just at the brink, before pulling back and thrusting again, the slap-slap-slap feel of balls on the run of skin under her opening enough to drive her over the edge.
She is/He is running their hands over each other; they're too close to re-explore the differences in each other since they've been gone, but it's just enough, and then their tongues are meeting and the Lifestream's pouring through every pore in their skin, firing up both their orgasms and making it a thousand times better and she's exploding from the inside out in a fiery consummation -
When he comes/came/will come the fluid only stays as long as they want it to and Aeris laughs with honey-dewdrops in her voice, clenching muscles she didn't even know were voluntary, milking every inch of pleasure out of her statuesque lover (his pleasure paints the glow around them violet-gold), basking in the afterglow that lasts about as long as they want it to, before rolling over and starting again.
And in a few moments of eternity spent together there was/is/will be a glint of Cloud, using tears of laughter to paint a portrait, and a hint of Seph, sharing childish kisses and letting them run their hands through long, flowing, silver hair.