"Please let me do this." He groaned. "I'll be back to normal afterwards."
He wrapped his legs around her waist and softly ground his hips against hers.
He draped an arm over her shoulders while stroking her jaw.
*Chuckles* My mom said one of her old college professors dressed like Professor Trelawney from Harry Potter. He laid down next to her and stroked her arm.
He picked her up bridal-style and teleported to his room, which Jenova already left, before laying her on the bed.
"I'll be gentle if you want me to." He said as he tickled her lips with his tongue.
He lapped at the tears.
He growled softly before licking at her face. "They're all in pristine condition."
He kissed her lustfully. He took out a small, black key from his pocket and unlocked the door to the music room.
He turned his head and his eyes widened while subconciously licking his lips. He teleported them back before leading them to the room.
"Sephiroth made a music room, it's just never been used."
"Why don't you go see him?" His eyelids drooped happily.
He nodded in agreement. He didn't answer, too ashamed of his lack of control.
He leaned against her hand.
"Not quite. He still doesn't know about you growing up." He followed her and clung to her leg. He purred drowsily at the soothing sounds.
He teleported after his mom and shivered as he looked around.
She picked her up and teleported to her son's room before putting her down on the bed. "Okay!"
She knelt down next to her and stroked her hair."What's a piano?"
She stepped back a few steps as she started growing. She loosened his grip on the flower. He started crying. She put it in a pot and made its roots spread out before showing it to him. "See? This is so it can live." He calmed down and giggled.
She started casting the spell on her.
