What I want to Hear

Nails gnawing at the grout between bleached tiles, her wet bangs blurred her vision. Leaning her forehead against her knuckles, she let the steamed water blanket her back. Her lips formed into an uneven line, her hands balled into fists.

The woman’s need was strong tonight and she could almost feel the cool sheets coiled between her pained digits, the damp pillow she clutched to her pert breasts. With the numb tingle streaming through her eager fingers tips, crossing legs and parted lips, Tifa sighed. Biting her bottom lip, peeling in her teeth, disappointed and slightly angry, she palmed the glass doors.

The lights were off. Only the moonlight highlighted the porcelain and cast a spark in the mirror. Fragments of her day’s work in the bar sifted through her mind. She could almost feel the sweat beading along her chest and hear the faint moans muffled from strangers stuffed between bathroom stalls and alleyway trashcans. Watching Cloud’s arms flex as he prepared his deliveries, the subtle lick of his lips here, a grunt of a lifted box there – it was too much to bear. She didn’t want to be second rate anymore and she longed for that new face to cleanse away the one she’d rather not have.

Feeling the stab in her chest, she huddled into her own embrace, perched into a corner away from the serene static from the water head. Her fingers shaking – quivering nervously with her insecurities down her thigh, stopped short above the rim of curls because of her pride.

“I can’t- I want to-”

A shadow outside the glass became solid. Her heart stopped and her breath hitched in fear. Russet eyes widened, she warily reached an arm out to slide open the glass door while her other arm concealed her decency.

Hair wild like flames and eyes glowing jade from the window’s light, the young man grinned at her dangerously. Marks under his eyes, black like the veil of darkness cloaking his body, he whispered, “Sorry I’m late, babe.”

With Axel eying her awkward position, she hadn’t realized her fingers were still clawing at her leg before she snatched them away shamefully, sliding the shower door closed with a hiss. Crossing her arms to avoid his knowing smirk, the sound of him shifting tempted her eye to him.

She embraced in a corner, watching as his coat slipped off his shoulders and gloves peeled off by his fervent fingers. Unfazed by the woman’s mood swings, who by now, he’d grown accustomed to, he continued to strip, and felt her adrenaline spike the moment the black material lifted to reveal the toned pale and tattooed skin of his broad shoulders. Nearing the shower door, he slid it open with a curious grin.

“Don’t be like that.”


Licking his lips as his eyes spun around her curves with intention, the gesture made Tifa’s mouth water. Chattering her jaw with the cold breeze from the open space, she covered the rising flesh from her hardening nipples with her arms. To her pleasure, the young man stripped off his remaining garments with a smirk. That smirk that was devilish and captivating - one that often times turned her into someone else.

The brunette averted her eyes. Her heart pounded in her ears and the sound of the glass closing with his heavy presence in front of her almost made her want to yell. Hot blood pulsed through her, and she was contemplating the option of kicking him through the wall as punishment for showing up so late. Coarse fingers captured her jaw and put her at ease. Her rigid stance deflated as he leaned in to brush a whisper over the shell of her ear.

“I know you’re mad because you missed me.”

“Yeah, right,” Tifa rolled her eyes away from him, shy of his naked form in front of her, although her palms beckoned to touch it.

His firm body walked until she found her back against the wall with no escape. The cold tile made her back arch and he caught the flesh of her thigh in his palm with a slap. She jolted in surprise, but he held her fast. Finally, losing all sense of pride and just not caring anymore, she ran her fingers over his firm abs, between pecs and over the sides of his neck where his head lifted with an approving hiss.

“Come here,” Axel ordered, leading her to him, his teeth on her bottom lip, sucking on them as she purred and finally gave in without protest.

His lips now diving into her own, with the moist contact now fully covering her, heat seared through her body. Her knees weakened at a mere kiss and she’d almost fell into a pile of helplessness when she felt a strong arm secure her waist and a hand on her neck. Letting their tongues slither among ridges and swollen mouths in tune, her breaths strained and legs buckled, threatening to close. With a dominating intent, he parted her with his own legs, pressing until she felt him harden against her. With a gasp, he tugged at her lips with a smile, spotting a few open mouthed kisses over her jaw before he came to her earlobe.

The air was too hot. She couldn’t breath. Her senses had gone haywire and her reason dimmed with every passing second this man possessed her. Feeling a faint warning that she was about to pass out, she clung needily to his shoulders and Axel held onto her. In response, he slid the door open again where a gust of cool air welcomed her back to reality.

Axel devoured the sensitive flesh within the crook of her neglected neck. With broken sighs, fingers trembled in the air, looking desperately until his hand laced in hers and brought her to a comfortable still. Coaxed into this delirium of ecstasy, knots turned within her abdomen before tossing waves of moisture through her thighs. As he rolled his hips against hers in temptation, it earned him a pained moan from the feminine voice winding over his neck.

“Oh. God.”

With amusement in his tone, he remarked, “Now, that’s more like it.”

A single thrust of uncouth fingers found their way between her ripened folds, gliding along her juices as a high pitched yell hung short in the air. They froze – her fingers tightened in his other hand, his palm against the mound where his fingers were in her. Her thickly lashed eyes bulged before they rolled with a satisfied huff. Releasing his hand, Tifa’s fingers patted down his chest, onto a trail of hair that led her straight to the hot head of his penis. Before she could feel the thickness of his length in her palm for long, his hand pulled her away.

“What’s the rush?” he teased.

“Axel-” she warned almost authoritatively, but he only responded with a light laugh beneath his breath. If she really wanted to dominate, she would have. Right now, she wanted to be the vulnerable one and the redhead would take advantage of that to its fullest extent.

Axel’s stare lingered for a moment before his tongue slid down the dent between her full breasts and her sunken navel. He eased his hurried motions because while her skin was tough grappled between his greedy fingers, her heart was fragile. A kiss wisped over her lips like a feather riding along a drift before he softly landed to her sanction with a flush and genuine smile. A throaty hum sounded from her as she welcomed him as her own, to her body that was already becoming familiar with his.

Slowly, the Nobody’s hands worked over tightened muscles and fatty curves, smoothing along the crests of her spine and the streams above her knees. The water rushing down the showerhead served to drown out her thoughts, and though it was growing cold, the burning from his body made Tifa sweat. Long dark hair flat like oil paint on a white canvas stroked the tiles behind her slanting neck. His lips over her seasoned pink nipples, stiff to his tongue tracing over their borders, she released her sighs of pain and of wanting finally being set free.

Lyrically, Axel’s fingers sewed in and out of her as he embroidered his presence inside her body. Her eyelids clenched, her finger nails setting their teeth along his shoulders, and the woman hardly noticed his change of posture until it was too late. With a startled gasp, his mouth closed over the arousing crux buried beneath her intricate creases, crinkles of soft skin he suckled considerately. Timed with precision and care, he tended to her with his rythymic motions traced along and inside her thighs.

“You like it when I eat you, baby?”

The redhead’s breath was hot inside her thighs. His voice- sultry and smooth, while he retained his fiery sarcasm, his dirty charm between her legs made him irresistible. She nodded somewhat deliriously with a whimper. Tears glazed over her drunken vision. Her mind was lost. Or was this the first sensible thing she’d ever done for herself? Tifa didn’t know, nor did she care.

“Hmm? Maybe,” the woman teased breathlessly. She wasn’t one to be easily wooed.

“Tell me you like it.”

Growing frustrated with the man being so talkative, Tifa half yelled until it turned into a squeak, “Stop it. You know I do-”

Wanting to win against her, Axel grabbed her thick legs over him, to the point where she was almost balancing on hers toes and clawing at the walls for balance. Wide mouthed and rough, he rushed his movements before she could prepare for it, his tongue violently stabbing inside of her, his lips stopping every few seconds to suck hard on the small bead already thickening with her arousal. She almost screamed, painfully holding her breath in her chest until she felt Axel thrust his fingers inside her again.

“Say it!”

“Axe-”

His fingers pushed quick and deep. A high-pitched gasp escaped her and as her legs shuddered, Axel held her weight with his arms. He demanded, “How does it feel, Tifa?”

“God! Just-”

Tifa fervently pushed his face into her. She felt him laugh against her before he continued to her approval. Axel’s claret spikes wet against her navel were pulled by her thirsty fingers like the reigns that controlled his movements. Her groans were wailing bits of cries, the nub of her stimulation prodded between the hot velvet of his tongue and careful digits, his other fingers grappling the meat of her rocking thigh against the marble lined barricade.

“P-please, don’t sto-”

Axel felt the drops of her emotion lightly pelting his scalp, and he was aware that it wasn’t the shower. With a new life, he continued to gorge at her, took her as his and she responded with syllables of his name cracked between jagged breaths.

If they were fire ablaze in the mist of her core, firecrackers sizzled, and burned along her pelvis. As her head lashed back, she was arriving somewhere she’d only been with this man. It felt like thunder rumbled inside of her, flickering with the building bliss and the feeling becoming unbearable until she felt like something was going to explode. Rocking her hips and riding his face, Tifa felt the series of muscles setting off before they contracted violently. Without shame, she called for him.

“Axel- Go- I love yo-”

Had she said she loved him?

Her words sounded, like meaningful nonsense, where definition was overrated. Quickly capturing her eyes to his again, he raised himself. His teeth grazed along her limp lips, her mouth hanging open and numb from the experience. The redhead delving into connection once again with a kiss, his strong hands held her curvaceous body against his, coarse hair stroking against smooth skin as her legs welcomed him. Lightly stroking over her sensitive and recently nibbled skin with his fingers, he gave her a smirk before directing his penis to circle around her moistened folds.

Not being able to wait and her knees already giving out, Tifa begged, “I need you in me.”

Axel scoffed. Tifa was ready to use that strength of hers to dominate, but found that her recent orgasm had weakened her and made her unwilling to take charge. Deciding that testing her patience was not a wise idea, Axel lifted her leg with a groan and thrust into her with one hard shove. The woman almost fell off her heels, but he pressed her against the tiles and rotated his tight hips against her.

Mouths huffing between an inch, Tifa caressed the nape of his neck. Her thighs were still pulsing and it always felt best after he ate her out. Her musky taste was still fresh in his mouth and Axel rolled his head back as he just pushed into her firm and deep, taking more pleasure with being in her when she was the most wet. Hissing, Axel retired from his games and demanded.

“Turn around.”

The brief moment where he pulled out from her left Tifa feeling empty. Feeling an urgent need to have him in her again, Tifa reached out. Before she could protest, Axel spun her thighs around until she found her breasts against the tiles. She jumped with the cold against her body, but Axel pressing against her back halted any more movement. Angling himself behind her, Axel pushed into her again, hearing Tifa curse with a palm to the wall.

He pulled her back and forth, soldering himself with passion inspired motions, plunging through the tautened crevice of her pit. Axel groaned, “Tell me you love me, Tifa.”

Caught off guard, the woman was surprised that the heartless Nobody would request such a thing. She was embarrassed he had heard her say it in the first place. It was wrong- or rather- it was not possible. She refused to love someone who couldn’t love her back. She’d gone down that road and abandoned it, which was why she bit her swollen lips instead of answering.

Disgusted with her stubbornness, Axel reached a strong hand to her breast and squeezed before he forced her shoulders against his own. They both awkwardly fell against the wall, but Axel did not release his weight off her as he trapped her body with his arms. Deserting her breast, he held her body with an anger, and arched his back to penetrate her deeper. His free hand fervently massaged between her sensitive folds and her body protested. Shaking severely, Tifa moaned as his hurried motions lightly yanked at her clit while he moved inside her.

The combination of the Nobody penetrating as well as his fingers working through her, made Tifa helpless as she began fisting the wall, trying to grab something- anything to keep her stable. She felt suffocated, but at the same time, she couldn’t stop. Feeling trapped and yearning release, Tifa screamed. Axel did not stop.

“Say it!”

“I-I-”

It felt too good and it was too hard to breath, so to speak was almost impossible at that point. Axel wouldn’t have it. Pumping her against the wall and setting a bite inside the weakest point of her neck, she couldn’t hold it anymore.

“I love you!” she cried and she felt his approval when he shoved her against the wall further. Her toes curled painfully against the marble and she could hardly keep herself straight. Axel grunted and just as the woman thought she was going to slip and fall, he grabbed the bar from the shower door as he released inside her. His motions became broken and wild until they simmered to a lazy still.

Catching his breath, Axel leaned against the adjacent wall, pulling her against his chest. Pulling out, she felt heated syrup trickle down her legs and Axel licked the side of her neck, an occasional slothful kiss beneath her ear. Somewhere between resting and Tifa piecing together her sense, Axel turned the showerhead toward their steaming bodies. The cool water was a relief and the brunette felt herself lean into him comfortably. Wrapping his arms around her, he nuzzled his chin silently on her shoulder.

He’d be leaving soon- to go off wherever he came from. As much as she knew this was sinful, an act they could only keep between each other, she longed for another life- another life where circumstances were different and he wouldn’t have to leave. She was tired of men leaving her. It was making her heart bitter. Someone once remarked it also made her smile dull.

Ignoring her inner emotion, Tifa closed her eyes against him, brushing her nails along his muscled fore arms. Sensing her thoughts, Axel pressed a kiss to her cheekbone. He whispered, “I can stay until morning.”

Feeling resentment because of what he made her say, Tifa shook her head. She felt his chest lift with a heavy sigh and he turned her to him. His teeth snatched her lip and coaxed her, bringing them to a warm and purely for indulgement kiss. Axel continued to kiss her as he led her out of the shower. Clumsily reaching for a towel, he wrapped the comforting cotton over her body.

Between their lips, Tifa explained, “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Tears unwillingly began to water at the corner of her eyes. Before she could shy away, the man in front of her wiped them with a knuckle. Whispering a shot of his oddball humor in her ear, the brunette laughed, her cheeks flushing. Settling his hands around her and giving her rear a brief squeeze, Tifa playfully pushed him away. Axel asked again, “Why?”

“It’s complicated- you know with the orphans and the bar and with- with Clo-”

“Fuck him,” the Nobody easily swatted the subject away. Unwilling to take no for an answer, Axel tilted his head to her gaze. “The kids ain’t here tonight and if he wants to find us in the morning, then let him-”

“I can’t-”

Axel cut her babble with his lips and continued to lead her to the hall. She wanted to stop. An alarm set off in the back of her mind and warned her of every thing that was wrong about this situation, but with the way this man was fanning the flames of her desires again as he kissed her, his touch becoming rougher as they made their way to her bedroom, Tifa found that there was no more denying him.

Feeling needy again, she found her back against the mattress with his body straddled between her legs. Tifa lifted an arm to the door.

“We should close that-”

Axel shook his head and muffled her words with his mouth, his fingers finding their way between her thighs again. Fighting back her quivering lips and the tears overwhelming her, she heard the man whisper, “I’m yours, gorgeous. If you want me to stay until morning, I can do that. If you want me to stay longer- just say the word. I’ll do you good for however long you like it.”

When his fingers gently went inside her again, Tifa sighed dreamily. Taking hold of his face in her fingers, his impish grin was sincere. “As long as I want?”

“As long as you want. You’re the boss,” he ended with another kiss.

Cleaning the tears with the back of her hand, Tifa nodded. She didn’t know how long it would be like this. How long Axel would be around with her understanding of how complicated his life was at the moment. But if he was willing to use his free time to spend it here with her, she was done resisting it.

With a change of mood that Axel caught with a naughty grin, Tifa removed his fingers from her. Sitting up and shifting them over, the brunette straddled her legs over his waist. Axel landed his palms against the caps of her knees and allowed her beauty to capture him. From the long hair trickling down over her breasts and her moistened lips swollen from his kisses, he looked forward to seeing the sunlight against her bare body once morning hit. Considerately rubbing at his chest with new intention as the man already began to rejuvenate, Tifa licked her lips.

“What do you like to eat for breakfast?”

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