Someone Else’s Arms – Mae

For what seemed like the umpteenth time this night, Cloud Strife woke up in a cold sweat, his body shaking. Instinctively, his hand reached out to sooth his infected arm, only to stop short when he remembered the Geostigma was gone, courtesy of another near-death experience and a trip to the Lifestream.  Cloud shuddered and closed his eyes to the onslaught of memories that suddenly assaulted him, first of the “near-death experience” which slowly bled out into remembrances of his, once thought, lost memories of himself and Sephiroth. 

Another shudder, and a whimper escaped his throat. An overwhelming need to be out of this God-forsaken desert engulfed Cloud and it took all his will power not to high tail it back to the remnants of Midgar and the gay bar he had begun frequently after his latest bout with his lover… ex-lover… Whatever Sephiroth was to him now.

Cloud sighed, and tucked his knees under his chin, hugging his legs to his chest. It was childish, but comforting all the same. What Cloud wouldn’t do to go back to his days as a cadet, staying with his lover and watching him display his amazing “chameleon” abilities in his closet. 

“Oh gods… I just wanna wake up… I just wanna wake up in someone else’s arms…” Now, that was a lie. Cloud only wanted to wake up in one person’s arms, and that was Sephiroth’s.