[Final Fantasy VII] No one prays to Midgar ~ Tseng / Aeris
Title: None Please to Midgar
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Tseng / Aeris
Genre: Introspective , Erotic, Sentimental
Raiting: definitely red ...
Word count: 5000
Notes: Many descriptions of sex, many more topics sacrilegious intercourse with a minor ... and should be ', is the P0rn Fest after all.
Prompt: Churches
Aeris, sly smile, a little reckless. She has big eyes and tiny mouth. It 'pretty shameless, falters age between an adult and a child is fifteen and a half. Sometimes toyed as a little girl, sometimes it's a quiet girl who grows flowers and made with care and sometimes it's both things.
Like now, for example, who plays the woman wearing a long satin skirt, red and white, puffy, and canvas ballerina shoes that reveal a feminine child, not yet blossomed. That dress is an elegant dress, the dancers who are not stocking heels, is all too mature to be crisp and colorful.
to play better to make the woman sitting next to him on the bench in mahogany with green fabric, too big for one person and too narrow for two. Thus, crosses her legs to feel better, the skirt falls back, revealing a portion of striped panties.
is not a deliberate action, the streets of Aeris is more modest, walks with extreme caution to hide the legs. But here, in her living room, is used to show the man who knew as a child. With Tseng allows you the freedom that is not with anyone else, as if the two intercorresse a familiarity between blood relatives.
Tseng has twenty-seven, as opposed to a man she has already, and today is the man who has noticed the girl, its part of the woman, even if only hinted at. It 'a loan shark and a killer, but Aeris does not know, I do not even imagine, as absolutely can not imagine what it would do so on the sofa in mahogany, that first sultry afternoon in the blazing sun.
you have a tangerine in her hand, pulls him into the air and the claw on the fly a couple of times, peeling the top layer, it affects on a star with the crooked nails.
"Do not play with food," warns the Tseng with a tone somewhere between hard and indifferent, like a parent who yells at his son to join a Community obligation, not because gli importa veramente. Aeris arriccia il naso, impermalita per la ramanzina. Continua a fare ciò che faceva, senza dire niente.
Anche Tseng si permette certe libertà con lei, non le subisce soltanto. Le ruba il mandarino dalle mani e ne mangia due spicchi.
“Ehi!” esclama Aeris, infastidita e divertita, che allunga il braccio per riprendersi il frutto. Si tende verso di lui, verso l'uomo che frappone la mano per difendersi, istintivamente, e le tocca un seno senza volerlo.
“Scusa,” dice. Era uno scusa studiato, calcolato come la strategia di una missione, un assassinio ben congegnato. In questo modo le ha appena detto che adesso è a woman who has a breast that is no longer the child and physically immature and chest plate, and that he is a man and has noticed.
So even if everything seems back to normal and she gets back next to him, made up, something changes.
On the same bench in mahogany, days later, Tseng resting, eyes closed, relax. Is awakened from her, smiling and cunning does not have a Mandarin play with, then she started straddling him, as he did as a child.
"I did not get invited home to sleep," she says. It 'an ambiguous phrase may mean that he invited to stay with him and may mean that he wants to do with the other. The little girl is one shameless rogue and a provocative woman.
Man, then, lies in the game, but only covertly. Stretches, stretches out his arm and hand, again, rests on her breast.
"Sorry," he says, just like the first time, but now Aeris is not naive, he expected this to happen already prepared to respond potergli:
"Never mind."
It is not a no matter true, but it does not matter which means you do not mind, she would like it to continue. Little is the age of curiosity, the discovery of sexuality. Do not know what a refresh button boobs. Finds out his hand to Tseng, who is back on her, big enough to take the whole breast, hard, bitter, like a pear harvest too early. Aeris
hear the door creak and jumps to his feet. His mother is in front of her that is upright and rigid. Then, looking left, he sees the Turk sitting on the bench in mahogany.
"Aeris, it should be 'in the room," he says Elmyra, before the child could even just say hello.
"Why?" The girl vexed question.
'Go and just, "the intimate mother peremptory. Aeris as a child makes a grimace, clenched his fists and started for the stairs. When Elmyra hear the door to his room closing addresses to the Turk a significant look, full of anger and dismay.
"Why is our house? The Shinra has enabled this, too, now? It goes that far just to spy on my daughter? "
" There are orders given by the Shinra, "says Tseng only.
"So it is no longer here. I do not want to see it again in my home. "He nods
only coming from the outside and the door is closed behind him. Arriving at the wooden fence
hear the rustle of some leaves. Up there, on the yellow wall of the house, there is a climber that shakes to shake and above it, clinging precariously, Aeris is coming down from the upstairs window. When a jump a bit 'awkward reach to the ground, close to the Turk and kisses him on the mouth, rising on his feet. It 'a little' low, did not reach the height that has to eighteen years, but that she welcomes it, on tiptoe, the book makes the scene to that of a classic love films, those in black and white.
And the kiss of him is long, hot, breathless, just from camera. The first time
Tseng slips a hand under her panties are in her garden by night. For Aeris is totally unexpected, new, clinging to the wall of the house, trembling like a leaf out of fear and excitement. He understands that she is the first time, that no one has ever stuck a hand down there, so he decides that it is too early to penetrate, let your fingers rub the clitoris. Do you know where to look without touching, him, twenty-seven years has had its many sexual experiences, not as children of friends who always tell Aeris finger and too uncertain too violent, too narrow cracks. Thinking about what she feels lucky because she found someone who knows how to treat a woman, and she likes this man, his being a mature and experienced about sex. The fear is gone, now there is only excitement.
begins to pant beneath his touch, his fingers, and had never experienced anything like it, did not even know where to look for something similar. It clings to the shoulder of Tseng, the closer to him, cheek to cheek. And so the legs stiffen, trembling, and moaning in his ear to Tseng, a wail that is actually held back a little cry when he arrives at last orgasm.
The Turk takes her hand from sex, departs from Aeris and look, you see the red face of ecstasy.
"Go home," he says, and here, in this fatherly care, she finally becomes aware of how odd this man, how is able to embody the role of father and lover at the same time.
When they walk down the street do not kiss, never even touch, if only to join hands. They are as far apart as they always have been. E 'in her garden in the evening, everything changes. There are no longer the killer who oversees the girl and the Ancient chased by Shinra, Tseng's work ends at the doorstep Gainsborough, and then become lovers.
It 's the same time, the same garden, a different day. She is back against the wall with your legs slightly apart, the finger of that this time he goes deeper, s'intrufola in sex, in the narrow cavity and a virgin girl. E 'a stranger annoying at first, then Aeris will get used to this, another finger and hand pressure to move fast.
A shock of pleasure through the back of Aeris. The orgasm is different from what was the first time.
The index and middle fingers of the Turk, she came out, they are wet of his moods and his blood. The man chased them clean with a handkerchief from his pocket.
E 'used the bloodstains and knows how to get rid, but are rarely derived from a broken hymen. It 's a result of his work. The person who kills even hide it well knows well.
The girl is a bit 'shaken by this strange discovery of red between the toes of the Turk.
"It 's normal," Tseng explains. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she says, then, smiling, already thinking of something else, says,
"My mom has not come back."
The small rash follows the location of the buttons on the jacket of man with his finger, starting from the collar to the hem, then fiddles with the belt. There is a curiosity and a little panting 'indecent through with a flash of his eyes.
"How does the same thing to a man?" She asks. The Turk loose trousers, grabs Aeris wrist and brings his hand inside of them, to their sex. He tells her to close her fingers, to shake more, and she does, it strengthens his grip. Tseng moves the arm up and down, slowly, and when Aeris feel free to move around your wrist, letting it continue on its own.
The girl is clever, he understands everything without needing to know more, and after about ten minutes faster movements to cause him more pleasure. The hand is now agile, even safer. It blocks only open and close suddenly when he hears the front door of the house to the opposite wall, but resumed almost immediately, without further badarci.
"It 's got your mother," Tseng says the belief that no one has noticed. In response Aeris kisses him on the neck, getting on the jaw line that smells of aftershave, driving down to the chin. Turk warns of unchecked grief that tickles my forehead, and welcomes it, she likes the idea to give him this strange euphoria. Meanwhile
Elmyra came home, saw the lights out, does not find his daughter and called loudly from the living room, but little altered, although he feels, does not answer, does not stop for a moment to waste time in front of the man who.
"E 'risky ..." he says Tseng, and lock the wrist.
Aeris is released abruptly from the close of the Turk and, smiling, his hand begins to move, even managing to take the fun from the dangerous situation. It 'a little bastard, he thinks, just a little rascal.
Elmyra, alarmed and angry, far more than six walls in there and that is not answered, calls her daughter a second, third, fourth and fifth time. At the sixth
Tseng reaches orgasm. It emits a groan louder the other, shaking the girl with her arm around his shoulder and is in the hand. Aeris merely observe it for a moment from the corner in the eye, a mixture of amazement and satisfaction, slips from his grasp and runs fast at home.
The mother sees her in passing that runs into the bathroom, the following major steps, down the handle of the door and realizes that it is locked.
"Where?" He asks angrily from behind the door. The daughter is not responding.
"So?"
"I looked at the flowers, Mom."
"At midnight?"
the prolonged silence of the girl, Elmyra gets impatient.
"You're a liar! What have you done so far? "Angry screams. Aeris says nothing, not now that much more important, is committed to stand the test off. The jet of tap water is deafening, bursting, as that strange sensation on his hand, still sticky and dirty with semen.
"My mom has raged for the last time and I was forbidden to go out at night," she says Aeris along the narrow streets full of shops in the Sector 6.
"He discovered something?"
"No," answered the girl, then, reflecting a bit ', lively exclaims:
"At home no one will disturb us!"
"My home is in the building of Shinra."
Aeris becomes serious and wrinkled her nose, upset.
"Why are you so repulsive? The President would be glad that you finally give us a hand, you know that it is never too late to change his mind. "
" Do not talk about this, "she replies dryly. He hates when their roles become those of Turk and Ancient.
for a while 'do not say anything. That afternoon
Aeris decides to take a different way, just to do something new, to compensate for the fact that the evening will no longer be alone with him and all his days will be the same, will follow one another like the hands of a clock with a rate proceeding, a direction and a bike that will not change ever.
The surprise comes by accident, on a dusty road, between big exhaust pipes and shacks deserted. There is a church, tall, stately, a little 'run-down.
"Enter it!" Aeris said excitedly pointing his finger, which approaches the closed door and pushes him with all your strength. The man supports his right hand on the large door to help her, and finally, suffered with a rattle, the door opens. The church consists of a nave, columns and the sides are sturdy twin, the rusted iron lamps on the ceiling and off, in disuse for a long time.
"E 'giant' currency stunned Aeris, probing with his eyes from the main entrance to the altar in ruins. Tseng listless moans, takes a cigarette from the pack in his jacket pocket and lights it.
"No smoking in church," she scolds him Take off the roll of tobacco from his mouth.
"You never want me to smoke," the man joked.
'E' because I do not like to kiss you when you know you smoke, "she confesses, perhaps, older but not enough already, do not know the meaning of the term institutionalized adults and sacrilegious. Thus reflects the man, who remains seriously surprised when we hear, later, with an affirmation that comes from the mouth as a normal finding:
"And then, if you kiss me in that place, I'll smoke too there. "
Tseng laughs, one of the few times he does it taste. "This has never happened."
She smiles a smile that is designed to seduce, to provoke, but that is while the genuine smile of delighted children have amused adults. Small and big, Aeris is a conglomerate of both these powers, wears perfectly, without one more segments of the other, as if they were part of a natural balance that is simply unlike any other. E 'to this thinking while Tseng took her face in her hands.
"I could seriously fall in love with you," he says in a tone of joke, but it becomes frightening to realize how he chases the joke in reality all too close. It 'a stupid languor, a being that has no real source, a feeling that would never feel for her, the little reckless and rogue, who now laughs instead of answering, as amused by that statement.
Tseng decides it's time to take a cut in their game. Everything must go as it once was, before it is too late.
But he can not, and is stronger than him, regardless if they repeat it every day. And 'because Aeris smiles in that way, says things that no one ever says, naive, mischievous, spontaneous, bossy. And 'the way you clean the dusty skirt raising it all to one side and adhering to the legs, where it fills the pockets of the iris of her garden, in which dragging tired walking five in the afternoon, where he kneels in front of him in front of the entrance to the back room of a business block, a hot and humid morning over the other, to take the sex already stimulated in the mouth, to the end , clinging to the hem of his coat of enamel with painted nails adorned with flowers and light pink color. The head moves back and forth, the tufts on the front range and hide her face from the gaze of the Ancient Tseng. It reminds one afternoon seven years ago, when the time was just the first month of surveillance, and saw her swinging on a swing in the playground shabby and neglected to Midgar. His hair waved in the air just so.
man orgasm moans of pleasure, if you hear anything because no one gives in the midst of this indistinct voices of people two blocks away. Aeris walks away from him, wipes his lips and chin with his arm and smiles, that kind of smile that comes from something deep Tseng. Each residue of lust is gone, gone with the semen in her mouth. It 's another kind of requirement that the moves.
Help her to stand up, revolt against the wall and slips off her panties quickly, almost snatching. Aeris asks why he should remove them all to return the favor as usual, then answers itself, and upset, grabs the man for the shoulder.
"There ... so many people here, "he says, awed. But fear is not only derived from this. Tseng guess she had gone too far and have been impulsive. And now he finally makes it into account, it's really too late. Aeris is the spider, but if the network is created by itself and can not get out. He can not escape from the uncomfortable truth.
Since it can not do otherwise, Tseng decided to follow the desire and make her his. But there are opportunities to be alone, Aeris returns home before seven o'clock in the evening and the streets of Midgar are never empty, there is only room for a few abandoned railway, which is full of often poor and homeless of all kinds. After all those living in Midgar is almost always starving.
Don Corneo, the pig's most famous metropolis, check out all the way around the motel and a spy in disguise of Shinra. For a few more would be a bitch by the President to tell him that the killer of his company if done with the last of the Ancients in his double beds. Tseng
snorts and turns the steering wheel fast, the car swerves sharply to the twenty-seventh of the road sector 5.
"Eeehi ..." Reno is significant and amused tone in the back seat that leans forward with arms leaning on the backs of front seats. "When I do you always tell me to stop. A fine example that you give to your subordinates, Big Boss. "
" I think we should convince the President to exempt from its role in Don Corneo spy, "he begins Tseng laconic.
"Why? The best company I have always had of him! "
" Like Don Corneo? "Demand the head of Turk with irony. The red makes a face that is half amused and half annoyed.
"I girlie likes of Don Corneo. "
" Stop there, "intrudes sternly addressing Rude Tseng, indicating a point on the road with his finger. The car park in a driveway narrow and poorly lit, then the three out of the car. At least the work a bit distracted 'by the problems, thinks Tseng while away the safety of his gun. When they enter the store
materials Reno is the first to shoot. It is striking that the seller tries to escape through the window collapse on the windowsill, the blood flowing to the interior of the building. Rude catches the second target near the shelves of products, straight to the heart. Tseng it locates the third behind a closed door. A blow on the forehead between the eyes, as does best.
It remains only one, a hapless customer, who kneels on the ground terrified of giving up the goods just purchased at your feet.
"Tseng, he has nothing to do, right?" Rude calls closer to the unfortunate.
"No," replied the head as he turns a corpse upside down to search his pockets.
Reno puts the gun in the holster of his trousers, approached the survivor and hands him the bag with materials. "You better shove off, or will the cops indicted."
But that does not move a muscle, paralyzed with terror. The only what he can do is chant something between his teeth, eyes closed, with a trembling voice, tense and vibrating like a guitar string.
"Hey, boss!" Exclaims then Reno Air genuinely surprised, laughing, "this here is just praying! It 's the first time that someone pray to Midgar beak! "
Tseng turns to look bright red links, which smacks of revelation. 'It is true, no one prays to Midgar ... "No one prays
Midgar. Tseng
Half an hour later she was already in his flower garden. Aeris straightens his back as soon as he sees it, with the watering can still in his hands. This is looking in an unusual way. The man, always so self-assured, solemn as a sculpture in marble, has a look indecisive.
"My mom is at home," warns Aeris. Lay down the watering can and goes to Turk shoving his hands under his jacket, smile with amusement. "If you see here will be angry again."
"A Midgar nobody goes to church," proclaims Tseng. She stares at him becoming serious, with the same look bright man who has used that morning.
"Want Me Back?" Then asks the Turk. Aeris understand the intentions dell'uomo, sa che se accetterà dovrà andare fino in fondo, che non sarà come in strada o nel suo giardino dove tutto si riduce a un frettoloso amplesso a metà, non dopo l'episodio al retrobottega di tre mattine prima.
La piccola imprudente non ci mette molto a decidere e si fa strada un sorriso, un po' più smanioso del solito. Le risposte di Aeris sono quasi sempre dettate da sorrisi o bronci. L'uomo racchiude le mani della ragazza nelle proprie e la trasporta con sé, arridendo a sua volta.
E' così bella e adorabile la sua canaglia, grande ma non abbastanza da conoscere il significato adulto e istituzionalizzato del termine sacrilego.
When inside the church before even touching kiss, without saying anything. They are impatient, the same impatience that has made speed up their steps as soon as they spotted the sloping roof of the sacred. This time the rush is not a necessity derived from taxation in the garden outside as Gainsborough, is an uncontrolled craving that is strong and deep in their hearts. Leaning against the wooden confessional
down the aisle with her hand under her dress already unbuttoned Tseng, Aeris felt the direct touch of her fingers, the fingertips to keyboards and tickle the breasts under the bra. The free even of that, underwear, and she now naked, face up. The man sees her breasts for the first time. Resemble the calyx of a flower that has yet to bloom, small and round. Just a hand to encompass a whole, while it covers a large part of the mouth. Aeris repress a little cry of pleasure when the Tseng takes a nipple between his lips. Plunges his hand through his hair blacks and hugs him, moving his fingers on the collar of his jacket to levargliela off. Now the unbuttoning his shirt, he helps her, then he looses his pants.
It 's the first time you see Aeris's chest Tseng, as it was for him with her. Turk that, in the eyes of the girl has always been one with the his blue uniform, stripped to the waist is another person. It 's different and manly. Aeris remains unexpectedly delighted. When
are both completely naked there are roles, jobs or descendants of extinct races, I'm just a man and a woman, could be better than the streets of Midgar from a fleeting palpated and a stolen kiss.
He stretched his blue jacket on the girl abandoned on the creaky wooden beams. For the first time Aeris is in distress. He does not know what to do, what to do. Legs spread apart slightly and expects the move man. It 's like a lady without Damier and without shifts, where there is only a play and that is to Tseng. A single action and will inexorably eaten. The
put your fingers in sex with her mouth and teases her breasts again. He immediately understood what she likes. When after a while 'the toes of the Turk out of her wet, he understands that it is ready. The man walks away with standing up and looking to bust a few seconds, kneeling with her legs open.
It 's hard to say what he expected. In fact, did not try anything, no word, no reaction. The left has only a sort of pause for thought if he wanted to pull back, a chance to escape. Here, it was the nothing that he waited and hoped.
So without any more delay, Tseng penetrates. Aeris bends forward against his face. It's not like when he stuck his fingers in sex the first time, is a much more annoying bully, almost painful.
"You have to relax," Tseng says, and she tries, he succeeds when he, to make her feel more at home or something like that, kisses her neck and breasts. Aeris's muscles are stretched as Tseng and now can move inside her.
usually recognize themselves in their intimacy with the sound of the zip of his trousers and skirts loose between one movement and the other hand, in the restless rustle of clothes or jackets that rub against the wall. Currently wear anything, there are clothes that impede or interfere with their act, there is only the sound of flesh slamming into the meat.
Tseng grabs Aeris for the sides to bring it closer to himself and move faster. Their breath is uncontrolled, agitated, it becomes unmanageable to maintain even a minimum of composure. And in fact, now that the man so close to him as it had never happened, his torso leaning against her, she realizes that there is no attitude in him. His face is no longer stiff and lifeless as usual - a behavior resulted a form of professionalism all too diligent in small part of decency or, simply, by his natural position - now she sees a man relaxed, ecstatic, with narrowed eyes clouded by pleasure, covered with tufts blacks and subtle fall forward and ruin the hair combed back and always perfect. The girl takes her face in her hands, her face clear that does not hide anything, and kisses him in the mouth, sighs, and stealing facendoseli steal, confusing breaths.
Aeris is in that instant, uttering a cry to sob louder than the others, somewhere between that of a woman and a child. The Tseng follows a few minutes later, exiting quickly from her and splashed on her belly.
The Turk is stationary as it is, overhanging on all fours. The locks of her hair falling on the face of Aeris, which takes one in her fingers, she turns her head to look more closely and send the look over the tufts blacks in the direction of a hole in the wooden floor near the 'altar.
"There is a flower," she says breathlessly still in the body. It 's a yellow iris a bit' shrunken and bleached.
"Look at all the iris are grown in one month!" Exclaims excitedly Aeris just seen the Turk into the church. Next to her is a wicker basket empty, is new, just built. E 'was Elmyra to achieve them, proud of her daughter who now has found a job of its own. Grows and sells flowers in the streets. She likes the idea that small have such a strong spirit of initiative and inventiveness. Tseng
not even throw a glance with yellow irises next to the girl. Flank them and ignoring them deliberately stopping Aeris reaches behind her, bent over the flowers with a small rake in hand. Seen in this way, from a faraway look and impartial, she's a little 'everything and a bit' nothing - her flower, her brat, his work, his little rogue and reckless -, but when she bends to kiss her naked shoulder and caressing her breasts only gets his woman. She returns the gesture, leaving the small rake the soil moist and turning to him. She kisses him the way you like it, clinging to his neck and pulling him. A hand is already teasing him from under her underwear, while the other raises the long curl that Aeris keeps constantly in front of the ear, child and women at the same time as you.
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Then Zack fell from the roof and caught them in fragrant. xD Too bad it did not happen ...
Ok, here I was a little 'hard, are a sex which seems a bit' end in itself, but I like it. I wanted to do something about them. Tseng, temperamentally, is not far from the truth. For Aeris is different. I took the first game, which flirted with no trouble about Cloud, bold and direct. Here I imagined a teenager, which is even worse. But I like it. Who knows riuserò so ...
EDIT: I forgot to say ... I think that this fanfiction cabbage placed on the EFP: have enough requirements for banned for life, I think. xD
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