365 Hours with Rufus Shinra (FFVII: Rufus x OC)

12.3 dear self, can you please stop f*cking falling?

IT WAS THE NIGHT OF THE 12TH DAY when her back crushed against the wooden door of their suite. The moment they walked in, he was onto her. His tongue was in her mouth, lapping against hers, finding her throat, urging her to gasp for breath. Their eyes shut. Her hands reached for his face, but he caught her wrists and pinned them on top of her head. He wasn't going to let her touch him like she wanted. He wasn't going to be gentle tonight. She had disobeyed.

When he was pleased that she would keep her hands trapped between her body and the door, his arms slipped down to her hips, pushing her dress up and sneaking beneath. He touched her belly, her hips, her thighs. His fingers were warm, digging mercilessly in her skin, not worrying if he'd leave bruised or not. He didn't care. Only he was allowed to bruise her. Only he was allowed to touch her like this.

At least for a few more days.

He did not want to think of other men touching her like he was doing now. He did not want to remember how the other men stared at her wherever they'd go. No. She was all his. He owned her.

"Mine," He growled in the kiss before he trapped her lower lip between his teeth and bit down till she was gasping and wincing. His tongue invaded her mouth once more, filling her senses with his taste, his scent. His hand found her breasts, pushing the soft fabric of her dress aside, revealing the black bra that she wore beneath. His hand slipped further upwards. He caught her neck, his fingers squeezed slightly, but not enough to alarm her. He pulled away from the kiss and his blue eyes met hers. He looked at her in lust and hunger. He could have her right there.

Oh- but he had other plans.

His breath found her face. Hot and erratic. "What do I need to do to you to make you listen? Hmm?"

She hated how much his low, harsh voice turned her on. She didn't know what answer to give. She didn't even know if he was expecting an answer at all. But she knew she wanted him to take her. Damn him, for the way he looked at her. Damn him for how perfect he was. "Anything you wish to... sir,"

He leaned in. He dragged his tongue down to her neck, biting harshly there, knocking another gasp out of her for the stinging pain. "Are you sure you want me to do anything I wish?" He let out a low chuckle against her neck. His tongue snuck out, hot and slick. It traced around the new bitemark that he had just added. She shivered. "Think twice, Hannah,"

Maybe he was indeed waiting for an answer. But she was too wrapped up with the wonderful way he bit and kissed and suckled the skin on her neck. Adding to her vast collection of his marks. Yes. She wanted him to mark her. She was his.

His hand found her hair. His fingers fisted around a handful of them and he pulled her head back, exposing more of her neck and biting and licking and suckling till her body was squirming against him. "Fuck..." She let out a small whisper. Her hands twitched in a small attempt to escape that little trap between her body and the door, but she knew he didn't want her to touch him. Damn him. She wanted to mess his hair with her fingers. She wanted to sneak her hands beneath his shirt and touch his back, his shoulders, his skin.

But before she could do any of these, his hands slipped around her and picked her up. With a swift move, he settled her body on his one shoulder as if she weighed nothing but a boneless ragdoll. Hannah let out a loud cry of surprise. Her belly pressed against his shoulder and her hair hung from her head. Her hands clutched on wherever she could on his chest, afraid that he'd let go and have her crushing on the floor.

But his hold was tight around her and she patted his waist. "Hey! What are you-"

Her breath was knocked out of her when he threw her across the nearby couch of their suite's living room. She landed on the soft cushions. Her hair, a mess, her dress dishevelled. Her back found the soft frame of the couch when he leaned closer and both his hands planted on each side of her head. His nose brushed against hers. His breath, hot and harsh, hit her lips and his eyes met hers.