Sephiroth leans against the wall of the cramped room, standing with crossed arms and an expression of professional boredom. He hates these mandatory SOLDIER meetings; it’s nothing he doesn’t already know, and still he has to appear. Good for morale, they said.

He couldn’t care less about the droning hum of the briefing. The only thing that makes these meetings bearable is you, and the fleeting glances he tries to steal of you. Somewhat new to the company, stunning, and the object of Sephiroth’s budding interest.

But even the thrill of seeing you can’t entirely get rid of the monotony. Sephiroth sighs and shifts, eyes flickering closed as his mind drifts open. He reaches out to brush against the minds in the room, shuffling through thoughts idly to sate his boredom. He hadn’t really intended anything by it—just passing time and snooping for his own amusement—but he stumbles upon a thread of thought that stops him dead.

It’s him. He watches with morbid fascination as the daydream unfolds; you, bent over the very desk you’re sitting at, moans spilling free from your lips as Sephiroth himself drives into you. The image shifts, and now it’s you on your knees, mouth open, watching from your point of view as he offers you a taste…it shifts again, again, and again.

He’s never imagined anything like this. His work with SOLDIER has taken up most of his life, and he never really thought twice about sex. But the filthy, twisted, lovely things playing through your mind has his body reacting regardless.

He lets out a low choking sound and abruptly sits down, ignoring the turning heads in the room as his legs cross and his hands interlock over his lap; hiding the growing evidence. How are you sitting there with a straight face?

He stares at you with a mixture of shock and something darker, a confusing heat in his body that threatens to overwhelm him; and there you are, eyes forward, face expressionless. Like you aren’t thinking about bouncing on Sephiroth’s lap this very moment.