001
Motion:
Up and back, hitch and lift, the subtle sway of hip and curve giving way to sharper thrusts and Zack slammed his shin into a barstool, vowing never to watch Tifa while she swept again.

002
Cool:
His swagger was cocky, his stance arrogant, and to the cadets beneath him, he was the epitome of cool.

003
Young:
"Fifteen," she informed him, her manner proclaiming a worldly maturity only found in ones so young.

004
Last:
She was the last Lockhart, the sole remaining survivor of tragedy; he was the last SOLDIER, the sole remaining reminder of her pain.

005
Wrong:
She was wrong, he thought, watching her turn and walk away from him; and he intended to prove it.

006
Gentle:
Her fingers stroked deep grooves in the thick of his hair, firm enough to stir, gentle enough to soothe.

007
One:
He would be the best, and be great, and be the one that saved them all...he hoped.

008
Thousand:
There was a thousand reasons it wouldn't work between them, but as his hands cupped her and his body pressed, she couldn't think of one.

009
King:
If Sephiroth was King of the SOLDIERs, then the man beside him was the jester.

010
Learn:
His face burned and his lip swelled and her sharp voice told him she hoped he learned his lesson, but the curve of his lip and the twinkle in his eye said he was far from schooled.

011
Blur:
It happened so fast she couldn't say how it happened at all; one minute she's sweeping the floor, and the next she's pressed to the wall with Zack hot and hard between her thighs.

012
Wait:
He bit his lip, slowed his hips and waited for the fracture to break and his name to fill the void in the night.

013
Change:
Gone were lanky limbs on a budding form, and in their place muscle and curve made his mouth go suddenly dry.

014
Command:
"Off," she hissed, fingers scrambling along cotton and cloth.

015
Hold:
Hesitance burned, scorched his lungs and made vision blur, but when she didn't slap him, he could breathe again.

016
Need:
It was easy to want, and he did so naturally, but it was hard for him to admit he needed anything, but he needed her like the air he breathed.

017
Vision:
White lace and delicate bows, soft petals and a gentle smile, and his eyes misted at the vision she made walking towards him.

018
Attention:
Zack shifted in his chair, adjusted his pants subtly and thought what a good idea it was to place the cactuar juice on the top shelf.

019
Soul:
It didn't leave with you when you died, he mused, hand smoothing swollen skin and rounded bump; you passed it on.

020
Picture:
Sealed in an album, in a Turk office at Shin-Ra headquarters, a Monster posed, and a SOLDIER smiled at a cowgirl.

021
Fool:
He watched the absolute rigidity of her spine as she walked away and listened with half open ears as Barret called him out as a fool.

022
Mad:
A quick sidestep had the teacup sailing harmlessly past to shatter on the wall behind him, and his amused, "upset?" earned him another barrage of ceramic arsenal lobbed at his head.

023
Child:
The wind caught the short skirt she was wearing and Zack was forced to remind himself, for the hundredth time, that she was just a child and to keep his mind on rocky terrain and not smooth skin.

024
Now:
The past was a ghost in his ear, but right now, his future was warm and pliant in his arms.

025
Shadow:
Silver hair and glowing eyes lingered in the shadows and behind closed eyes, tainting even the good dreams with dark tendrils of what was and what could still be.

026
Goodbye:
Her mouth opened in startled surprise when he hauled her against his chest, bending her back over his arm in a dramatic sweep before laying claim with a scorching kiss.

027
Hide:
He pulled his shirt on quickly when she stepped into the room and her eyes flickered with silent understanding.

028
Fortune:
Cait shook his head quickly when Zack asked for his fortune and when pressed, the small stuffed cat simply said, "Your is in her hands."

029
Safe:
Nightmares and screams and flames from the past couldn't touch them here, in each other's arms.

030
Ghost:
He was supposed to be dead, she thought fleetingly, but the hot press of his body against hers proclaimed him very much alive.

031
Book:
He'd had one of those little black books with numbers and names—all the SOLDIERS did— but he'd gotten rid of it in favor of pastel pink and a sweet smile, and never regretted it.

032
Eye:
Their faces were close, so close that the rich, turbulent blue of his irises mesmerized her.

033
Never:
"Don't let go," she whispered into his neck, and he silently vowed: never.

034
Sing:
The sound was grating and Tifa had to muffle her laughter in the pillow when she realized that Zack Fair sang in the shower.

035
Sudden:
The abrupt bang on the door followed by the sudden fit of giggles had Barret rolling his eyes and making mental note to stay in the other guest room next visit.

036
Stop:
She paused her tongue against base and pulse and Zack groaned out, "please, don't stop."

037
Time:
She took her time, savoring each groan and spasm of muscle and when he begged her not to stop she smiled and took him deeper.

038
Wash:
Look away, look away, look away, he chanted internally, but as the suds trailed along her athletic back all he could do was swallow and watch.

039
Torn:
He had promised to come back to chestnut hair and moss green eyes, but staring down into cinnamon browns veiled by deep midnight Zack questioned where his heart really belonged.

040
History:
History wouldn't remember him as anything more than a statistic, but she would remember him as a hero.

041
Power:
Sephiroth went crazy with it, Shinra was obsessed with it, and the world listened to who held the most of it, but none of them understood that the real power came from the heart.

042
Bother:
She swatted his hand away for the umpteenth time, and Zack pressed his lips together to stifle his chuckle and stroked against her backside again.

043
God:
Zack couldn't remember a time that he'd ever asked for the intervention of a higher power, but with pale skin gone cold against crimson stains, he found himself praying.

044
Wall:
The cool press of wall at her back was only made sharper by the heat that he stirred at her front.

045
Naked:
She was a sculptor's dream with lean muscle and soft curves; a dichotomy of warrior and goddess, and Zack wished he had more to offer her than his naked admiration.

046
Drive:
The wheel spun smoothly against leather gloves and Zack had to close his mouth as Tifa swung the car around and popped open the passenger door with a casual, "I'll drive."

047
Harm:
It was one kiss, stolen in the shadows of a barn, and even though she was far too young, Zack couldn't see the harm.

048
Precious:
He hated the word, spoken by Hojo in sickly sweet tones as his scalpel split skin and he screamed while the doctor crooned and crooned...

049
Hunger:
It gnawed and chaffed and howled in his blood until he thought if he didn't have her he would go insane with it.

050
Believe:
They would succeed; of this Zack was certain, because with Tifa at his side, he couldn't fail.