(A contribution by Adam Warlock.  Very, very well written and intriguing!)

Cid lay in his bed, his lance leaned up against his bedpost. The spearhead
faced upward and the hilt of the spear lay level with his hands. It was
ready at the split of a second. The curtains of the inn's window had been
pulled back for the night, and Cid left them open.

His left hand nervously coddled the necklace that was hanging from his neck.
The amulet on the chain was caressed between his fingers. He could feel
the memories engulf him. Times past where his life had meaning and
happiness. Times before Kadaj.

Something moved. He reached for his Dragoon Lance. His hand hovered in the
air, mere breaths away from clutching the hilt of it . . .

Yuffie was standing in the doorway. She was different somehow. Feminine.
Soft. She was wearing a beautiful red cheongsam, adorned with read flowers
and swirling designs. The length of the cheongsam scarcely reached past her
thighs. The slit of the dress was clear to her waist and exposed most of
her thighs and a teasing glimpse of her hips.

She took a step forward towards Cid from the doorway. As her legs moved to
make the step, her cheongsam exposed her glistening, sweaty skin. There
were a few stray strands of hair that escaped the clutch of her jade hair
sticks that held her hair otherwise up. They seemed to lightly dance around
her neck and ears. A few strands had fallen into her face, one softly
against her lips.

She took two more steps closer to Cid, still not uttering a word. There was
a silence so powerful in the room that Cid could hear her breath from across
the room. Her breaths becoming more powerful the closer to Cid's bed that
she got.

He felt unable to move. As if she had him locked in place with a incredible
feminine power. A sexual power that he was unable to fight. Yet within
himself he felt a rising guilt, it source he knew all to well. It was the
thing that made him what he is, unemotional and unresponsive. However, this
was different. He wanted to embrace her. He wanted to feel the warmth of
her naked body against him. He wanted to feel her from the inside. He
wanted every carnal pleasure he has bottled inside of him emanated on her,
in all it's wanton glory. Yet he did nothing.

She approached the bed, from the foot. She laid her knees first on the bed,
then falling to the palms of her hands. The constriction of her cheongsam
forced her to pull it up to her waist. Her breast hung surprising low out
of such a form fitting top. Still, they peeked through staring Cid in the
eye. They were pert and elegant. Just from the glimpse that he got.

Cid found himself surprisingly uncomfortable yet aroused. He never noticed
that his hand still hovered around the hilt of his lance in an uncanny
manner. His hand, still poised for battle as if unaffected by the sexual
advances of Yuffie.

Yuffie continued to slide her way closer to Cid, until her legs spread over
his waist and her hands rested on either side of his head. Cid could see
her breaths were getting deeper. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath
and seemed to resist the prison of her cheongsam. Pushing and pushing to be
free and unrestrained.

His left hand hesitated. His right still inexplicably hovering close to his
lance. He wanted to reach up and touch her. Caress her breasts in his
hands. Fell the softness of her buttocks. Grasp her thighs and hold her
close to him. Feel himself inside her.

Yuffie reached with her left hand and grasped Cid's right hand, pulling it
away from his lance and plunging it into the pleats of her ruffled
cheongsam. Exposing herself from the inside out to him.

She gasped at the touch of his hand. Her breaths became rapid as he found
his fingers burrowing and excavating his way inside her body. He felt an
unease, though the guilt was all his own. Yes, it was his own guilt, no one
else's.

He pulled back. It was unexpected. Yuffie didn't know what to think. Was
it her? Or was it him?

She reached downward with her right hand and plunged it beneath his
trousers. Cid gasped. His breath became irregular as she stroked him. He
felt something that he had not felt in a long time. It was almost so
overwhelming that he nearly forgot his guilt. Nearly forgot why he could
not allow himself to become intimate with another woman.

He looked up at Yuffie. Her eyes were gone. Rolled back inside her head as
she continued to pleasure him. The softness of her hands was amazing. They
were like the touch of an angel, with the crafty touch of a demoness, whose
intentions were entirely immoral. And he almost gave in. He almost enjoyed
it. He wanted to give it, yes he did.

Yuffie sat up on her knees, and in a breathtaking motion, slipped the
cheongsam over her head, landing, draped on the headboard of the bed.

She laid down against him. Her breasts pressing against his chest. Her
breath raspy and irregular. She locked her hands around his wrists and
pulled herself up against him. Her hips laid against him. He felt himself
inside of her. She gasped at his presence inside of her. It was so surreal
and intoxicating. She felt a peaceful omnipresence so intoxicating that her
moans of pleasure were heard plant wide.

Cid could feel her motion as she pushed harder and harder into him. She
wrapped her essence around him, convulsing in and out . . . ecstasy.

What transpired was something like the conjoining of planetary bodies. Like
the eruption of a supernova. A sexual, volcanic eruption. The expenditure
of energies that left both of them at the mercy of exhaustion.

Cid looked at Yuffie, whose head rested on his chest. He, in an intimate
way that was unknown to this point, gently brushed back the strands of her
hair that had fallen from her hair sticks, away from her face; in what he
had not done in the years since the lost of his life, to Kadaj, is love, his
life, kissed Yuffie with an ethereal delicacy, on her head.

His eyes, closed. He could feel her breathing against him, and his presence
still inside of her. Her hair fell against his chest, as she rose and fell
with each of his breaths. A lone tear fell from his eye as he confessed to
himself that he had betrayed the one woman that loved him for the carnal
pleasure that plagued his body.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment. For in the morning reality would
strike.