I do not own FFVII. Well, as I promised, a TifaxSephiroth fiction. I've got a lot of paths I could follow with this one, though I'm not sure which road to go down yet. So here's a fairly vague prologue to get us started before the story really begins. Hope you enjoy. REVIEWS!

The Angel's Queen

Prologue: His Desire

"Why must she insist upon staying with that fool?" Sephiroth grunted in his deep husky voice. He stood upon the building across from 7th Heaven, gazing through the window at the lithe figure of Tifa as she rode Cloud hard and fast. Sephiroth fancied himself beneath her, watching her ample bosom sway with her movements, her slender hips rising to meet his entry. He rather enjoyed the idea of rolling them over and taking dominion over her as well, but something about her sitting astride him and gazing down with her crimson eyes made him shudder with delight.

When he'd first seen her as a teenager in Nibelheim, he'd found her lovely and nothing more, but years later Tifa had blossomed into a beautiful woman, and Sephiroth watched and adored her from afar. She was the epitome of all he desired in a woman. She had strength, grace, beauty…but there was something else there as well. She had something inside her that Sephiroth couldn't name but could feel when she was around. The way she spoke to Cloud, the way she looked at him, the way she touched him…Sephiroth wanted her to treat him like that. Never in his life had anyone treated him like that, and he wanted this attention from Tifa. Sephiroth felt his mouth go dry as he eyed her figure, she'd fallen over backward and was arching her back as Cloud pounded into her.

"I hate you." Sephiroth muttered. "You disgusting puppet…you hardly deserve a woman like that…" What was this emotion? Sephiroth shook his head. He'd been feeling this way for a long time, a tightening in his gut whenever he'd see them together this way. His body trembled and his heart pounded thunderously. "No one should be allowed to touch Tifa except me!" Jealousy. He was jealous of them. He was jealous of the relationship Cloud had with Tifa. Sephiroth wanted to give her the kind of pleasure Cloud gave her right then. He wanted to run his hands over her body, to feel her lips pressed against his…

Sephiroth couldn't watch anymore. His large black wing tore through his coat and he lifted into the air and flew away. She'd be his one day, one day very soon.