Summary: Kagome and Sephiroth are partaking in a passionate morning lovemaking. No plot - just a lemony one-shot for adult's only. A tribute to Otherworld that made me think about the pairing in the first place. Click, open and read to see if you like as much as I do. Please, leave a review.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Warning: Sexual content only for adults

Nursing a glass of ice cold water between his fingers, the drops condensing and running down wetting his calloused skin, Sephiroth stood leaning on the metal jamb, its coolness a soothing relief in the early morning of what already looks like a sultry day. The lazy breeze, danced around the room, playfully reaching out and retracting but drying the sweat from his naked body. He brought closer the transparent rim until it touched his swollen, still sensitive lips, a reminder of yesterday's late night. A smug smile ghosted in the glass as he took another sip while admiring the lonely ray of light that relentlessly lengthened, travelling on the cheap, worn out panels and trying to reach the feminine figure that peacefully slept on the tousled bed.

Her back to him, he focused on the inky tresses that flowed down, parting on her nape, revealing a miniscule bit of her sensual neck, the same neck that was deliciously exposed the evening before, the erotic, messy bun hiding nothing but instead focusing attention on the ruby ribbons that held it together. Yesterday he dreamt about slowly approaching her from behind, until their bodies align and he could take into his lungs her own natural smell pouring from the base of her neck or maybe from behind her ear, but hers all the same. He wanted, no, he needed to loosen the tantalizing strips, untangling the hair by immersing his long, gracious fingers in the velvety depths of her raven locks and massaging her strained skin, occasionally scratching until she would tilt her head back, moaning in the indisputable pleasure.

Aroused by the fantasy he distractedly reached down to his member, only to finally notice his raging erection, all the heat and all the pressure feeling immense. For a second he was tempted to rub his oversensitive head, curious if there will be pre-cum that he could spread while pumping his shaft to release as he has done many, many times before while dreaming about her, about fucking her from behind or from above until she screamed his name while climaxing.

It wasn't just the sex, the pleasure of their bodies partaking in the oldest dance in existence. Yes… it was a big part of it but his unquenched desire for her wasn't only physical… it was also spiritual. He wanted to feel this instantaneous, pure almost godly moment of vulnerable ecstasy that was larger than life and melded their souls in perfect unison.

With his mind made up and cock jutting, he put down the drink and came closer. He carefully lay down next to her, mindful that he did not want to wake her up… yet.

Delighted by the task at hand and the nearing prospects, he unhurriedly kissed the lovely vertebras that led to the pert, curvaceous ass that he loves kneading but before he could reach it his progress was thwarted by the creamy, velvet sheet that hid it from his sight leaving a lot to the imagination. Not caring about this minor obstacle for now, he came back the same way, this time finishing his journey by sucking and nibbling at her nape, just to move his attention to her feminine lines.

He caressed and petted moving his hands over her, kissing her shoulder, leaving angry, red love bites on her sensitive skin and trying no to gyrate behind her, even though this was precisely what he wanted to do. He wanted to tear off the damn sheet and plunge into her wet, hot core, her velvety walls enclosing him and drawing him even deeper until they both moaned and panted in release. He bit his lip stopping his pitiful whine.

Sneaking his hand above her hip, he petted her stomach, bringing her closer, his erection pressing at her butt, the pleasurable sensation pushing him until he unwittingly responded driving himself forward and eliciting a soft moan from her. Surprised by the unexpected sound, he stopped. She's awake! His adrenaline spiked and he continued his progress with renewed fervour. He peppered her with short, brief brushes that stoked the fire higher while he stroked the delicate skin under her breast, doing everything but what she desired - fondling, pinching, biting her hard nipples.

As he moved his hand down, she held her breath in anticipation, waiting for his fingers to graze her swollen clitoris, only to have her wish denied as he retracted, a devious smile hidden while he kissed her arm.

"Sep" she said in a raspy voice while turning towards him "if you start something, then finish."

He wanted to joke, to tease but her tussled, dark mane with the rosy blush on her cheeks and the full lips that were red from her biting them were so arresting, so lovely… She was so lovely that the words stuck in his throat and he mindlessly dived to kiss her breathless. Their tongues battled for supremacy until she tugged at his silver hair, the same hair that caught her attention when she first saw him and could be the reason why they were in this intimate situation in the first place.

"Sep, please" she begged trusting her breast forward and directing his head towards her protruding nipples.

In a haze, he complied driven to a frenzy by every moan and whine, every push and pull that his actions wrested from her. She writhed and wriggled, undulating to the ancient rhythm as he sucked and kissed and teased with his teeth, the blood coursing in her veins until it was only her and him and her and nothing else that mattered in this world.

Crying as she rubbed herself over his thigh… they stopped knowing that they are on the precipice of something… momentous.

Opening her eyes, their depths more black than blue, she looked into his emerald pools, their cat's slits a powerful reminder that the male above her wasn't completely human.

"Sephiroth" she lovely commanded, opening her legs wider and pressing at his lower back, telling him without the words what she wanted - no - what she needed from him.

Being too close he did not see her glistering folds but his enhanced senses were already full of her tantalizing, musky smell and revealing herself in such a vulnerable position only strengthened the aroma.

His Adam's apple bobbling, he entwined their hands while positioning his manhood in front of her entrance. Kissing her lovingly, he muffled her cries as he plunged into her, his shaft parting and stretching her hot, slick walls. Bliss.

He started slow in an anticipatory silence, barely sliding out and in as he wanted the pleasure to last but soon her hitching breaths when he just hit the right spot and her wandering hand, occasional scratch, her shy moans and cries to unproven deities goaded him to increase the tempo. Her pleases and yeses were stripping from him his firm control and the hot pressure that was growing at the base of his spine did not help him to regain it.

With each push, she was closer to her own release. Throwing her head around, she mouthed obscenities and pleas alike as he continued thrusting into her. Bringing her legs higher, creating a different, better angle, she deepened the penetration.

In response he pistoned into her, rhythm and reason leaving, as the sweat trickled down his back and the hot ball of pure energy gathered at the root of his spine. Both completely lost and in a frenzy, kissed and clawed and gyrated until she screamed his name as her walls contracted pulling him deeper with each squeeze wringing closer his own release until he groaned her name while exploding and flooding her core with a hot rope of semen that pushed her even further into her own pleasure.

Heavily breathing they still lay connected for a few seconds until Sephiroth's arms gave out and he rolled on his back taking Kagome with him. She put her head on his chest and listened as his heart slowly evened out. Kissing him tenderly on the chest, she supported herself on the forearms and lifted her head.

"As much as I love this kind of wake up, you are going to make me late for work" she accused in a tone that lacked any bite.

He hummed in response, kissing her lovingly and sucking at her tongue in a languid manner.

"You're insufferable." she laughed while escaping his embrace and rushing to the shower.

He let her go secure in the knowledge that this was not the last time he will have her in his arms today.