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[His kisses swallow her moans, each growing longer and and needier with every pass of his fingers over her skin. It's a strange sensation, the arousal more in her head than in her body, but that doesn't make it any less real. If anything, it's more real like this. More vibrant and bright.

Regina kicks at the blankets, suddenly too hot, and when she's thrown them mostly off their bodies, she presses back against Sephiroth with a keening sound. Breaking their kiss, panting, her hips roll forward and - and meet nothing.

A strangled sound catches in her throat.] Sephiroth. [A dark flush spread across her cheeks, disappearing into the collar of the shirt she wears (his) and the over-sized pants (Zack's). No one has bothered teasing her like this before, and it's shocking how close she is to coming just from the massage alone.]

[ The blankets he more or less ignores; they're really not important. He'd guessed she might be wearing one of his shirts just from the color and size of what he could see, but to see Zack's pants on her as well, makes him smile. His nose traces her cheek as he drags the heel of his hand slowly along hers with their fingers clasped.

He'd known her hands were sensitive and now he wonders just how much.

This seems like a good time to find out. Rolling his hips against her ass, he drags his thumb against the palm of her hand and his fingers along the back, all the way up to the tips of hers. ]

You could bring a building full of people to their knees with the way you look right now.

[ And he doesn't mean for her station in Eros. ]

[Very sensitive. Exceptionally sensitive. Especially with how he's touching her. It's the difference between accidentally rubbing your breasts against someone's back when you pass by them and someone actively stroking them. The divide is entirely in her head, of course, but that doesn't change the truth of it.

Regina whimpers softly, pressing back against him, her lips parted on a moan of his name.

The soft strokes of his fingers over hers make electricity dance along her nerves. The press of his thumb against her palm makes her cry out, makes fire burn inside her. Her body clenches, leaving her feeling empty and so very needy. There's a faint glow to her skin - but it is faint, nothing like the way it was before the day of the dead.

She arches, twisting and gasping as his fingers play against her palm. Her mind conjures images of him inside her, made more real by the fact that he's hot against her back and the smell of his skin - leather and magic and fire - washes over her with each breath.

Another cry escapes her, and her free hand grabs at his arm under her head. Her body goes rigid as pleasure surges through her, a wild, electric current as she comes. The power that washes into him is no less than it has been in the past, but the feel of it is slightly different, as if she's tugging back on him as much as she's pushing into him, too. And through it, she presses back against him, gasping his name, keening it like a prayer.]

[ Well. He'd expected her pleasure. In fact that was the point. What Sephiroth had not expected was for it be enough to send her into orgasmic bliss. Surprise colors his expression, stuttering his motions for a moment. In the next he's holding her closer, letting Regina writhe and strain against his body with a tiny moan slinking free of him. The freedom of her pleasure purely intoxicating. Sephiroth strokes her hand and fingers through it, wanting to give as much to her as he can.

Then his breathe catches in his throat not from the surge of her power, but how it tugs back on him. He wasn't sure what form it might take when she pulled from him. But he does not resist it in the least, Sephiroth murmurs sweet words against her ear and submits all of the bliss and contentment she's inspired him.

Curling her hand in his, his motions slow and Sephiroth wraps both arms securely around her. ]

You are always a good surprise.

fsmall>[A keening sound escapes her as she settles, the pleasure finally ebbing even though his fingers are still on hers. Still stroking. Still touching. He draws her close, and Regina tucks herself against him for just a moment.

Then she rolls toward him, vibrantly awake, smiling broadly.

Energy courses through her. She no longer feels sleepy or sluggish or even remotely tired. On the contrary, she's suddenly very interested in food. The last time she ate seems ages away. And she wants to - to do something. To move.]

Thank you for helping me wake up. [Her fingers smooth over his chest.] You promised me food, didn't you? [Her fingers walk down his chest, a wicked look in her eyes.] I know exactly what I want.

[ The change from sleep to wide awake is rather abrupt, but this at least he expects. Brushing her hair back out of her face, he grins. ]

I did. Would rather something be brought up or go out?

[ It would do her good to move around, but he's still unsure how easily she might tire. As loathe as he is too moves, Sephiroth does being to stir, but not before kissing the tip of her nose.]

[Drawing back, she sits and gathers her hair at the nape of her neck in a sloppy bun.]

The city. I want to go into the city. [A beat.] My city.

[Regina climbs over him, slipping out of the bed, and strips as she goes, making her way to her closet.]

I'm tired of Evelyn taking what's mine from me. There's a lovely restaurant off the Shining Boulevard. We'll go there.

[ The sloppy bun is, in a word, adorable. However, it's the confidence with which she speaks that brings a smile. Since she's crawling over him, Sephiroth holds still, coming to a stand as she begins to strip. ]

I have no objections.

[ Somehow he manages to keep the words 'dress warmly' from slipping free. But he's thinking them. Well, they are not all he's thinking. Regina is - despite her protestations otherwise - an attractive woman. Here, alone with her, he'll let himself enjoy the sight. ]

What type of food do they make?

Curry.

[She picks through her drawers, pulling on a pair of skimpy gold and black panties, and a matching bra. Thick stockings, a dark skirt, a camisole, and a heavy sweater follow. When she grabs a pair of boots from her closet, they're knee-high, fitted leather.

Dressed, she picks up a coat, gloves, and scarf, and turns to him with a smile.]

Lots of curry. Do like spicy food?

I've never tried it. At least I don't think so.

[ If he sounds a touch distracted, it's Regina's fault. For when she begins to pull on the stockings, his attention shifts to watching her drag them up her legs. He really shouldn't be thinking about running his hands over them, but he is. At least until he reigns his wayward brain back on track and drags his eyes from her legs where he'll not be so tempted to distraction. ]

But I'm sure it will be fine.

[He should touch them. Run his hands over them. Peel them off her.

But Regina, oblivious, holds out her hand to him.]

Come, then, my General. We've food to fetch, and I'm famished. [She arches her back, tugs her gloves on, and then smothers a yawn with one hand. Her gaze turns longingly toward her bed.] I could... nap a bit more...

[ Food would be much delayed if he did that! Taking her hand in his, Sephiroth shakes his head. ]

Eat first, take a relaxing bath, and then you can nap.

[ Then again maybe he should peel them off them and then some if she's getting sleepy already. This is going to be an interesting winter. ]

Come on, you might feel a little less like sleeping with a trip through city.

[ Her city as she'd said. ]

Only if you take a bath with me.

[She leads him out of the room.]

Otherwise, I'll fall asleep in the tub.

[Which actually wouldn't be a terrible problem for her. The elementals would keep her alive.]

Are we flying into the city, or should I have Ahtem bring a c-car around?

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