Unholy Encounters

A/n: I don't own anything. All rights belong to Square Enix. I do however hope to get some fans for the Tifa/Angeal pairing and hopefully some people will begin to write for them, be it inspired by more story or they believe they can do a better job.

He stared at the girl before him with fascination in his bright sapphire eyes. His bright blue eyes watched her petite form as she bent down to tend her flower patch in a church in the middle of the slums. He hadn't realized it, but he was gripping onto his pants so tightly, his knuckles were beginning to turn white underneath his leather gloves. His heart skipped a beat when she did a twirl in her long skirt. She hummed softly to herself as her pale fingers gently brushed against the petals of a yellow lily.

Tifa looked over at her comrade. A flash of pain shot across her face. She should never have agreed to do this. The two of them sat alone in the rafters of a well kept church, watching a woman they had come to know as deceased. Tifa had to forcefully tear her garnet eyes away from her blonde haired friend. She couldn't bring herself to look at the girl in the dress either. The dark chocolate haired girl lowered her head and closed her eyes. She would just wait until Cloud was satisfied.

Every night for the past two weeks they had come to visit Aerith's church. Cloud had taken a part time job testing new technology for Shin-Ra, Rufus had convinced him that they would be helping people rebuild their lives after Meteor. The latest device he was testing was a restoration Materia. A combination of time and cure with a bit of esuna. Rufus had said that it was to restore buildings and objects to their former glory. The scientists had not done the fusion properly. Instead of being able to restore damaged items, the Materia would instead restore the wielder to time the object flourished.

The first time Cloud had used the Materia, he had not expected it to have such odd effects. He had attempted to restore the Meteor monument Shin-Ra had built during the beginning of the construction of Edge. Instead, he was transferred two years into the past. It wore off after an hour, bringing him back to his time. When he had spoken to Tifa for the first time about the Materia, she had warned him that interfering with the past might change the course of the future. He had persuaded her to come along with him, she had agreed to it only because she knew what he would use it for. Aerith.

Tifa knew how deep his feelings were for the Ancient. After her death, she was sure that he thought of nothing but the flower girl. She knew he would be tempted to confront Aerith or even his former mentor Zack. Tifa was merely there as an observer. The thought of Cloud looking at the girl the way Tifa had always dreamed he look at her made the burnets heart ache. It was as if he had pried open her chest and removed her heart, though she would remain silent. She was always one to keep her heart locked from the world that threatened to rip her apart.

Two weeks and the Materia had not been mastered yet. They were up to three hours of idle time. When their three hours were up, they were transported back to where they had come from. As usual, Tifa would put on a fake smile when Cloud gave her a cheerful grin. She would do it for him. If just seeing her again made him happy the she could not bear to deny him that. Deep down she knew that just watching would not be able to sate him. When the time would come that he could no longer control himself, she would remove the Materia from his possession and return it to Shin-Ra

The following night was the same. The two had rode to Midgar on Fenrir and climbed into the rafters so they would not be caught exposed in the middle of the church while the hands of time moved backwards. Cloud cast the Materia. Slowly the broken pews and shattered pillars mended themselves. The moon light shone through the open gap in the roof onto the bed of flowers. The church was empty. Aerith was out, most likely with Zack as they had observed.

Cloud frowned. "She's not here, let's go Tifa," He said in a disappointed voice after waiting twenty minutes or so.

"You go ahead," Tifa whispered gently. "I'm going to stay a while longer."

Cloud nodded before commanding the Materia to remove him from that time. Tifa was left alone to her thoughts, staring down at the flowers. No, she had never hated Aerith for stealing Clouds heart. Aerith was like a sister to her. Aerith had been one of her closet friends. Tifa had taken an instant liking to the ancient. She and Aerith had been inseparable since the very beginning.

The massive wooden doors to the church swung open, slamming against the walls, snapping Tifa out of her reverie. Her garnet orbs landed on a shadowy figure. She had hoped it was Aerith, but it wasn't. The figure was mostly in the darkness due to the fact that it was night. She could tell they were quite tall. Too tall for a girl. A couple of footsteps reverberated off the stone walls. Too heavy for a girl. She had deduced that it was indeed a man but there were only a few men that she knew would be running around here. Reno, Rude, and Tseng. She did not see Reno's flaming red hair and she did not see Rude's bald head. She had to squint but from what she could tell, he had straight dark hair. She bet it was Tseng.

The figure stepped into the moonlight by the flowers. Tifa saw that he was not Tseng. The man was quite tall with a stocky build. He had shoulder lengths raven hair and thick eye brows. He had long, thick side burns that ran just shy of his jaw line and a tuft dark hair on his chin. His eyes were a light cyan. His whole face seemed to be drawn into a permanent frown. The man wore a standard SOLDIER uniform and carried a giant buster sword on his back. He looked around the church. The man shook his head and sighed.

Tifa's eyes travelled from his face to his exposed arms. His muscles were well defined and plentiful. Her breath became ragged as a heat crept across her face, causing her skin to turn a dark pink. A burning began to start in her abdominal area. "Hot!" The word escaped her lips without permission. Immediately her hands shot up to cover her mouth, but it was too late. The man had picked up on the sound and jerked his head in her direction.

"Hey! Who's there?" He said in a deep, husky voice that sent a shiver up Tifa's spine. She didn't have time to gawk. He began walking in her direction. She slowly began thinking of ways to get out of not being seen. Cloud had taken the Materia so there was no way for her to return without waiting the full three hours.

Tifa cupped her hands around her mouth. "Cooo! Cooo!" She mimicked the cooing of a dove. He seemed satisfied with this, stopping his approach. The garnet eyed girl was feeling exposed and took that opportunity to move. She began scooting her way down to the other side of the large, wooden beam, closer to where the church entrance was but still hidden by the shadows. The beam creaked loudly. His ear perked up and his head shot back towards her.

Her eyes grew wide in horror. It was as if he could see her, as if he could see right through her. The girl's movements came to a halt, her pulse racing. The wood gave another audible creak before giving way. Startled, Tifa gasped out in surprise. She fell quickly to the ground, landing roughly on her feet. The remaining half of the beam came crashing down on her head. She blacked out from the impact, falling on her side.

The man crouched down by her unconscious form. He moved the wood to the side and turned her so she was lying on her back. Her head lolled to the left as he did. He examined her head, looking for any signs of blood and thankfully found none. His cyan eyes took in her form. She did not appear to be a Turk but she didn't look like the average girl from the slums either.

"Nyah..." She said lightly, her head turning to the opposite side. "You have to pay for that... Cid... dispose of your cigarettes properly... you'll burn the bar down... Dilly-Dally Shilly-Shally... you're always drifting Cloud... Sephiroth was the cause of the sickness... but you're cured now that he's gone back to the Life Stream, sweetie." He listened intently, not sure if he had heard her correctly. When she stopped talking he decided it was best to wake her up. He thought perhaps she was a delusional barmaid with some dark, fan girl complex.

"Hey, wake up!" The dark haired man shook her gently by her shoulder. Tifa came to with a start, bolting into a upright position. The man quickly backed away to give her space. "That was quite a fall. Are you alright, lady?" Tifa rubbed her head where the beam had hit her. "What did you think you were doing up there? Didn't you know it was dangerous?"

Her hands still massaging her scalp, she cast him a side long glance. She recognized his tone. He was talking down to her. The way lady rolled off his tongue made her furrow her eye brows. She hoped that he wasn't looking down at her like she was just some woman, weak and vulnerable. "How long was I out?" She pushed past her hatred of being considered weak.

"A couple a minutes. What's a girl like you doing in the slums at this time of night?" He asked, a bit of concern in his voice.

"A girl like me? You don't even know who I am!" She retorted, standing up shakily.

"You were talking in your sleep. Mentioned something about a bar." He said calmly, keeping his distance. Tifa nodded in understanding. "You also mentioned something about Sephiroth being the cause of the sickness."

Her eyes shot directly to his. She mentally cursed herself. She had revealed something about the future that she should've kept a secret from the past.

"Are you part of the Sephiroth fan club?" He asked, grimacing slightly as if the thought repulsed him.

Tifa couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He gave her a confused look. "Ah, no, if there was a Sephiroth anti-fan club, then I would definitely be a part of that."

"Why do you say that? Do you hate him that much? I was under the impression he had little dealings with the world outside of SOLDIER."

Before she could think of a clever reply, they heard a voice outside the church. "And here we are again." A young male voice called out. Tifa recognized it as Zack. Her eyes flicked towards the man, he would no doubt give away her presence and she couldn't let Zack or Aerith see her. It would mess something up in the future. The girl grabbed his arm and dragged him to a small broom closet she scoped out. She shoved the large man in, turning him sideways since his shoulders were too broad to fit the door. She quickly wedged herself between him and the wall, closing the door behind her.

"What are you doing?" His voice sounded as if he was offended.

"Just shut up," She commanded with such authority that he was taken aback. Tifa listened as Aerith and Zack exchanged pleasantries. Five minutes passed until Tifa was aware of the hot breath on the top of her head. A shiver went down her spine again. Because of the lack of space, her breasts were pressed up against his stomach. She was thankful for that the closet was dark because otherwise he would've seen her flushed face. She shifted uncomfortably brushing against him unintentionally.

She heard a sharp intake of breath when she had accidently touched him. The man moved his weight to other foot. Tifa felt something brush against her arm as he did. "Was that your arm?" She asked nervously, hoping that it wasn't what she thought it was. She was answered with silence. Her blush deepened to match the colour of her eyes.

When Aerith and Zack's voices stopped, they listened carefully to make sure they were gone. The stocky man shifted towards the door, his back pressed against it because he did not have the room to turn around. He fumbled around for the handle. He finally found it and opened the door. He took a step back but a mop had caused him to trip. He fell backwards, hitting the rough wooden floor with his backside. Tifa had tried to stop him from falling back but had been pulled down by him instead. She had fallen into a seated position on his waist.

Neither of them moved for the longest time. His face remained impassive as she stared down at him. It felt like a fire had been lit inside here. Her stomach felt warm. She rocked her hips slightly out of instinct. A moan erupted from the back of his throat as her movement caused friction on his groin. Tifa grinned. It had been a long time since she had had sex, almost 4 years. Cloud was never going to come around so why shouldn't she satisfy her most basic, primal urges? She looked down at the man's face again. She felt like a cat in heat. At that moment there was only one thing she was after. She craved it. She had never felt like this before.

"Your name," She whispered, looking down at him with half lidded eyes. He made no movement, she admired his self control. The last guy she was with would never have waited this long. Of course, that was a one night stand. "What is your name?"

"Angeal Hewley-." He was barely able to finish his sentence before her lips came crashing down on his. His mouth opened and she pushed her tongue roughly into it, not wasting any time. As their tongues danced, Tifa brought her hands up to the zipper on her leather vest. She quickly unzipped the garment and tossed it to the side, revealing her white tank top. His hands traveled to her sides. Tifa gasped at the contact, although she had anticipated it, it still surprised her.

Their kiss broke apart so they could catch some air. Tifa's heart rate was racing; she took quick breaths to get the air back into her lungs. Angeal quickly took control of the situation, flipping the girl onto her back. He pushed her roughly against the floor.

"Before this goes any further, I must warn you that I'm not good at being gentle." He said in a low voice. "This might hurt you."

"Good. That's just the way I like it." She gave him a seductive smile. He seemed to spark him to life. He began removing his clothing; starting with his gloves. He kicked off his boots as she wriggled out of her high tops. He undid his harness and Tifa pulled it off. It was attached to his spaulders. She discarded the armour to the side with her vest. She clawed at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. His lips crashed down on hers, causing them to go numb. This time he jammed his tongue down her throat before she even had a chance to grant him access to her mouth. She tasted sweet on his tongue.

Tifa dragged her finger nails down his statuesque muscles. It was like his chest was perfectly sculpted in stone. His hand ran up her shirt to cup her breast. Angeal broke the kiss in surprise. "You don't wear a bra?" He gave her a half amused and half confused look.

"They don't sell my size," She pulled off her tank top to reveal her pale, ample bosom. Angeal buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair. He dragged his teeth across her skin. The stocky man forcefully bit down on her skin, not enough to draw blood but just enough to leave a bruise that would no doubt last several days, perhaps even a week. Tifa threw her head back, moaning in a mixture of pleasure and agony.

His mouth trailed down past her collar bone towards her breasts, she felt the hairs on his goatee brush against her tender skin. He circled her nipple with his tongue while he roughly fondled the other. He began to nip and bit at it. Tifa brought her hands up to tangle in his hair, gasping from his antics. Her slender fingers soon became lost within his dark locks. He bit down roughly on her nipple, causing her to groan loudly again. He repeated the process with her other breast. Tifa tugged roughly at his hair. Angeal lifted his head, detaching her fingers from his hair.

Tifa propped herself up on her forearms to watch what he was doing. He began to yank her shorts off. Underneath she wore a pair of pale pink panties. She blushed lightly, feeling exposed. Angeal glanced down that the wet patch on her undergarments that stood out prominently. He knelt between her legs, spreading them so he had room. He rubbed his fingers against the damp fabric. Tifa's hips bucked at the contact. He pulled off her panties and slid them down her well toned legs. It was all he could do not to rip them. He moved closer to her, thrusting a digit into her moist interior. She gasped at the entry; he took that opportunity to claim her mouth again, tangling tongues with each others.

He thrusted his thick finger into her folds roughly again. It wasn't long before he added a second finger. She moaned in his mouth. He could barely insert a third finger, she was incredibly tight. When he felt she was ready, he broke the kiss to remove his pants and boxer shorts.

"Oh... my... god..." She stared at his throbbing manhood. It was the biggest she had ever seen. She wondered if it was due to the genetic experiments they had done on him since he was a member of SOLDIER, judging by his uniform he had worn moments ago. He brushed the tip of his member against her womanhood. After a moment, he began to enter her. Tifa laid back down on the floor. He continued to push inside her.

Tifa brought her forearm over her mouth to stifle a scream. Angeal pulled her arm away from her mouth and pinned it roughly to the floor. "I want to hear you," He said, a sadistic glint in his eyes. Angeal gave a forceful thrust into her, he was completely inside. Tifa let out a howl, echoing off the church walls. He waited a moment for her to become adjusted to his size before pulling out only to push back in this even more force than the last time.

Tifa cried out again, the pain had not quite subsided. Angeal began moving into a rhythm, each thrust carrying more force than the last. He buried his face in her neck, letting go of her arm. The dark haired man closed his eyes, listening to her erratic breathing and her groaning. He inhaled her scent again. Lilac. It took some time but eventually the garnet eyed girl grew accustomed to him and the pain of his strokes were replaced by extreme pleasure. Her hips began to roll with the rhythm of his thrusts. Her legs wrapped themselves around his thick waist, hooking behind his back. Her arms snaked around to his torso, resting on his shoulder blades.

She soon felt a climax on its way. She threw her head back and cried out his name in ecstasy. "Angeal!" She wasn't even sure how she remembered it but she had. Her finger nails dug into his flesh, leaving claw marks. Her walls contracted around his shaft, causing him to grunt and bite down on her neck in the same manner he had done before. He waited until she had relaxed again. He wasn't finished yet. He began to pick up the pace with his thrusting, still maintaining the same amount of force.

"It's my turn." She said greedily. She had to muster up all her strength to flip him onto his back. She straddled his waist, her eyes closed. She began to bounce up and down, her breasts flopping around as she did. Angeal couldn't help but stare at her bosom, mesmerized by their movements. She reached her climax again, her womanly walls constricted around his member again. The pressure was too much for him. He gripped her hips firmly as he approached his release.

"Tifa!" He panted breathlessly as he climaxed. Tifa fell forward, her forehead hitting his chest.

"How... did you know my name?" She asked between breaths.

"We've met before..." He panted, wrapping his arms around her back.

She pushed herself up his chest, resting on her forearms to get a better look at him. "That isn't possible." She stared at him in disbelief. She rolled off of him into a seated position. She looked around for her discarded clothing. The dark haired girl noticed his buster sword resting against one of the pillars. She hadn't noticed when he had taken it off. Tifa began to get dressed. Angeal sat up and watched her.

"I know you can't stay but I would like to see you again, Miss Lockhart." Angeal said. Tifa finished putting on her shorts and turned to look at him.

She opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. She was beginning to return to her own time. Tifa quickly grabbed the rest of her clothing before she faded away right before Angeal's eyes.

A/n: Sequel? A prequel perhaps? I did leave room for that. What do you guys think? Yay or Nay? Flames are fine... I like criticism (Within Reason.) This was my first lemon... Title is because they're having sex...in a church.

Thank you Chaosbayne for being so patient with me!