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kinkfestTitle: Hips Don't Lie
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windrider1
Fandom: FFVII
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Is sex a warning in this community? lol
Prompt: March 8th: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Harem AU -- The tinkling of tiny golden bells was a prelude to arousal, foreplay without benefit of sight or touch.
Word Count: 2676
AN: Probably not at all what the prompter had in mind, but it's what happened. I must admit, the idea of Zack having a hand in nudging these two together isn't new, but was strongly influenced bysekiharatae's fic "Fidelity". Credit where credit is due, and all that ;)
Enjoy!
Soft music spilled out from unseen speakers and filtered through the room in low bass and slow rhythm. In the middle of the room, Cloud Strife surveyed the ornate décor and furniture with a quirked brow. Opulent was too mild a word for the extravagant surroundings. Gold chandelier, crystal lighting, satin and silk pillows on velvet couches.
Plush.
Rich.
Exotic.
The room smelled strongly of rich incense with a faint undertone of musk that probably went unnoticed by most who visited, but Cloud wasn't like most people and the commingled scents made him feel slightly nauseous.
He was going to kill Zack for this. He really was.
Cloud sighed, ruffled his blond spikes with one hand—a gesture incredibly similar to that of the man he was currently pissed at.
He should have known something like this would happen. It was just like Zack to take everything Cloud said and completely ignore it. For weeks, Zack had been hinting at a 'killer surprise' should Cloud pass his final SOLDIER exams, and yesterday when he had emerged from the Simulation Room sporting a new uniform, Zack had been there—grinning.
That should have been warning enough.
“Come on, Cloud. Let's celebrate! I'm taking you to Seventh Heaven!”
Seventh Heaven was Shin-Ra's private “Gentlemen's Club”, admittance exclusive only to SOLDIERS and ranked Officers. It was known for being mind-blowing and completely over the top. Zack was a regular. He'd told Cloud often enough that once Cloud was SOLDIER too, they were going to go there and: “Get so shitfaced we can't talk, and fuck so much we can't walk.”
So, really, it was no surprise to find Zack sporting his eager face outside. Immediately, Cloud shook his head. “No.”
And Zack, being Zack, tried cajoling, teasing, and even threatening, but Cloud had been resolute in his refusal. Passing didn't mean anything. He had to prove himself...he had to become worthy. So he shrugged off the invitation and went to the gym instead.
Not surprisingly, Zack followed, doing his best puppy-dog stare.
“You'll love it,” he'd told Cloud. “The women there are insanely hot. There's this one...Aerith...Gods, man, she drives me crazy.”
“Zack, I don't want to pay for sex,” he'd countered. Especially not when he could get it for free, and frequently if he wanted. The reasons he didn't take any of the numerous propositions he was given were his own, and no amount of ribbing or coaxing was going to get him to change his mind. Not in this.
“It's not just sex", Zack had laughed. “It's a whole experience. One like you won't believe.”
“Pass.”
And there the conversation had ended—or so Cloud thought. He really should have figured Zack wouldn't have let it go that easy. It should have crossed his mind that Zack was up to something when he mysteriously couldn't be bothered to spar with him tonight.
And, of course, when one of the Shin-Ra Executive drivers had shown up at his room, saying he was instructed not to take 'no' for an answer, Cloud had known for sure something was up.
He was, however, too curious for his own good, and had decided to hell with it, and went along.
Now, in a room that looked like it belonged in some Wutai harem, Cloud was having second thoughts and wondered if he could sneak out the window. It was only three stories. He could probably jump that with his SOLDIER enhancements. Besides, there was a ledge just below...
The tinkling of bells, light and quick, turned him from the open window to the now opening door.
Shit, too late.
Being that his face was angled away as it was, and with the bed's canopy in the way, the bells were the first thing he noticed. Slung low on a bare waist, they jingled with each sashay of hip. Beneath them was a thin scrap of scarlet colored silk and the longest legs Cloud had ever seen. He followed them down to strapped sandals and exposed toes, then back up; slowly.
Her abdomen was sleek and toned—more athletic than he'd imagine for someone in her profession, and her top...
His pants shrunk. She was topless.
Full and round and dusted with gold, her breasts were flawless. Dusky nipples swayed with each step until she was scant feet from him.
“My face, if your curious, is about a foot higher.”
Flushed, Cloud jerked his gaze away from her chest and found himself staring into swirling dark eyes.
Familiar dark eyes.
Shock and surprise must have shown on his own face, because her lips curved—ever so slightly—in dry amusement.
“It's been a long time, Cloud.”
Throat too dry, it took him two tries to say her name. “Tifa?”
White teeth flashed in a nervous smile. “Hi.”
“Tifa...?” He blinked. And then again. This was the point he usually woke up, not even fulfilling this fantasy in his wildest dreams. But when he opened his eyes, there she remained, a vision in silk and skin.
She was taller than the last time he'd seen her. Her hair was longer, also. Thick and dark, it spilled along her back in rich waves, over shoulders and gracing the side of another area she'd filled out in. He swallowed thickly, conscious of the still bulging erection in his pants.
Her eyes flickered, followed his fidget and her cheeks bloomed. Gently teasing, she asked, “Happy to see me?”
“I...”
“Good,” she cut him off. “That's the reaction I was hoping for.” Smoky, her voice drifted over him like satin; coiled him. She strolled across the space separating them, each step punctuated by the trilling of tiny bells. She reached for him, her fingers following the zipper in his vest.
And Cloud lost himself in her scent.
This close, she smelled of something fresh and clean and home.
He closed his eyes, inhaled. The whys and hows and millions of other questions that stormed his brain vanished in the haze of lust and unbridled want he felt this close to her.
Tifa.
Here.
Tifa.
With him.
Tifa.
Pushing him back into a cushioned chair beside the bed, crawling onto his lap.
Tifa.
Straddling him, her hands on his shoulders, her hips rolling in such a wicked, wicked way.
Tifa.
Working at Seventh Heaven. Working. This was her job. How many others...? He shook himself, that thought making him suddenly sick.
“Tifa.”
“Cloud,” her breath steamed the edge of his ear, her voice frayed the edge of his control. He closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair and allowed his hands to grip her hips, halting her gyrations.
“Stop,” he growled, despite the voice in his head screaming 'more!'.
Her expression faltered, eyes clouding with doubt. “What's wrong?” she whispered.
“How long?”
“How...how long?” she sounded just a bit breathless.
“Have you been doing this? Working here?” He sneered the last part. He couldn't help it. The idea of her with anyone else set in him murderous urges, that logically he knew he had no right to feel. They'd been apart for over seven years. She owed him nothing. But she was his everything. She was the reason why he tried so hard, pushed so far...
His fingers tightened as he waited her response. His stomach was so tight it hurt. Would he be able to turn her away, even knowing she was just there because she was paid to be?
Cinnamon colored eyes blinked and confusion gave way to laughter.
It shouldn't turn him on like it did, but the sound hummed through his blood and thickened his already hard arousal.
His fingers flexed on her hips, the motion tugging the chain and jingling the bells. He was anything but amused.
“Cloud,” her mouth slid into a smile, her dark eyes softening. “I don't work here.”
“What?” Now it was his turn to be confused.
“I don't.” She leaned back, the motion rubbing in all the right ways. She gave the room a cursory side-glance. “It's much nicer than the orphanage I work at, but I don't think it suits me.”
“Then, what...why...how?” Cloud blinked, unable to process much of anything with her in his lap, her breasts grazing his chin.
“I'm here because Zack called.”
“Zack...?” Cloud gave a sharp exhale when she rolled against him, grinding down.
“Mmm.” She moved again, the jingling of bells keeping time with her. “Told me you passed your SOLDIER exam.” She stopped moving, waited for him to lift heavy eyes to her. “Why didn't you tell me, Cloud?”
The hurt in her voice was unavoidable.
“I would have. I was going to.” When I was stronger.
“I don't think you would have,” she murmured. “You stopped writing.”
He had. Eight months prior.
He also stopped opening her letters. He kept them, unwilling to lose any link he had to her, but he refused to write her again unless it was to tell her that he'd passed his exam.
“Why here?” he deflected.
Tifa inclined her head, one shoulder lifted. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“I'm surprised,” he gave a rueful chuckle.
“I figured if I had any chance, I'd have to do something dramatic,” she continued. “Seducing you in harem get-up seemed unexpected enough.” Her smile hinted on bashful and for the first time Cloud noticed the fine tremors coursing through her body. “I just hoped you were seduce-able.”
She was scared, he realized with an unexpected twinge in his heart. Half-naked, nervous and trembling; she was exposed in more ways than one.
For him.
Because he was too much of a coward to be bare for her.
“Come here.” There was both sensual invitation and command in his tone. His fingers tangled in her hair and he cradled her face in his palm. The feel of her soft skin, the heat of her lips, it all sent sparks of desire and want shooting through his body so hot and fast it was him that trembled.
She kissed him back, teased his searching tongue with her own.
His body—already hard and aching—jerked in response.
They hadn't spoken in years, hadn't communicated in months, and yet here they were, consumed and demanding and fitting together so, so well.
Like they were meant for this.
Like she was meant for him.
She slid her hands beneath his shirt, skimmed along his skin, stroking and teasing. Her teeth tugged at his ear, her tongue swirling and dancing along the rim as she whispered the things she wanted to do to him—and have done to her.
He took her mouth in hot, urgent need, giving her—in that one kiss—all the longing and pent up desire he'd held for a lifetime.
She gasped, clutched his head and melted against him.
A more satisfying reaction he couldn't have hoped for. Still, there were clothes. He had on too many damn clothes.
Cloud growled in frustration, tearing his mouth away from hers only long enough to swear and try and remove his garments without separating from her at all.
Together, they clumsily managed to remove his shirt and belt, shoved his pants to his ankles.
“Tifa...boots...”
“Forget them,” she gasped, resuming her place, straddled across his hips. “Want you.”
“Gods, yes,” he hissed.
He helped her shimmy out of her bottom, but when she reached for the clasp of her belly chain he shook his head.
“Leave it,” he brushed a kiss against the curve of her breast. “It's sexy.” He lifted her carefully, settling her over his lap, the broad head of his erection testing the damp heat between her legs.
She pulled back to look into his eyes, hers showing the first signs of hesitation. “Cloud...I've never...I mean...you're my first.” Her face was buried in his neck, so the rest of her words were too muffled to make out, but he knew.
Of course she hadn't been with anyone else. This was Tifa. Sweet, honest, honorable Tifa, who had promised him at the age of six they would be together forever. This was Tifa, who at age eight, made his mother and her father stand outside the gazebo in the park and watch as he—embarrassed but willing—had dropped down on one knee and proposed with a folded daisy ring. This was Tifa who had wept for him when he'd been beaten by bullies, tended him when he was sick, and written him every day he was away trying to become a better man for her.
And Cloud could kick himself for even thinking she could work in a place like this. He nodded, nudged her into looking at him and placed slow, gentle kisses to her lips, neck, nipples.
“We'll go slow,” he told her. Patient, Cloud used his mouth and tongue and fingers to ready her. Only when she was gasping his name, riding his fingers did he attempt anything more. Slow, steady, he eased himself up, angled his hips and groaned as she took him, inch by inch.
Snug, he filled her, and the sensation was so exquisite Cloud lost reason. Sensation was all he had. His arms tightened possessively around her waist as he whispered words of encouragement as after a time pain gave way to pleasant heat and Tifa began to move.
“That's it,” he crooned. “Ride me, Tifa.”
The sight of her took his breath away. Full breasts swayed, nipples peaked and hard as they rubbed his chest.
“Cloud,” she rasped, hips lurching against his in tingling, trilling rhythm as she linked her arms behind his neck. “I had no idea...”
Neither had he. In his limited experience nothing and no one had compared to this. This feeling of completeness. Of rightness.
Perfection.
“Cloud—!” Tifa tensed, his name a startled cry. Her fingers scrambled into his hair, her eyes wide as she gasped and writhed.
“Shhh,” he eased, surging up from the chair. “It's okay. Just feel.”
“Oh, oh, Gods,” she arched back, tossed that magnificent cascade of hair over her shoulder and keened his name.
Her muscles clamped around him, so slick and hot tight as a fist and Cloud couldn't hold himself in check any longer. Hands harsh on her hips, he ground her down as he thrust up.
She moved with him, countering each thrust with her natural grace and before long Cloud felt his body tighten, pleasure clawing through him.
“Come,” he breathed against her ear, pushing up. He let one hand drift down, pressed and teased the swollen nub of skin between her folds. “I want to feel you come,” he growled. “Hot and tight, slick and needy. Come for me, Tifa.”
His words, combined with his touch, sent her over the edge and Cloud groaned his own release as she shook and trembled with hers.
Long, breath labored, minutes later, she lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled at him. Eyes slumberous and lips kiss swollen, Cloud didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful.
“Congratulations,” she said, quiet, sincere. “You finally made SOLDIER. You fulfilled your dream.”
Cloud shook his head. “I fulfilled my dream, but it has nothing to do with SOLDIER,” he replied. “And everything to do with you.”
Shy, she nuzzled beneath his chin. “I want to believe that—”
“Believe it,” he cut in.
“Okay.” She shifted against him to get comfortable and the bells on her hip tinkled.
Immediately, Cloud felt heat and ache stir in his groin. He wondered, briefly, if hearing bells chime would forever be a hard-on inducing sound. He could only imagine the embarrassment of walking into certain shops, but when he felt Tifa soften and respond to his inquisitive probing, it didn't really matter.
Author:
windrider1Fandom: FFVII
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Is sex a warning in this community? lol
Prompt: March 8th: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Harem AU -- The tinkling of tiny golden bells was a prelude to arousal, foreplay without benefit of sight or touch.
Word Count: 2676
AN: Probably not at all what the prompter had in mind, but it's what happened. I must admit, the idea of Zack having a hand in nudging these two together isn't new, but was strongly influenced by
sekiharatae's fic "Fidelity". Credit where credit is due, and all that ;)Enjoy!
Soft music spilled out from unseen speakers and filtered through the room in low bass and slow rhythm. In the middle of the room, Cloud Strife surveyed the ornate décor and furniture with a quirked brow. Opulent was too mild a word for the extravagant surroundings. Gold chandelier, crystal lighting, satin and silk pillows on velvet couches.
Plush.
Rich.
Exotic.
The room smelled strongly of rich incense with a faint undertone of musk that probably went unnoticed by most who visited, but Cloud wasn't like most people and the commingled scents made him feel slightly nauseous.
He was going to kill Zack for this. He really was.
Cloud sighed, ruffled his blond spikes with one hand—a gesture incredibly similar to that of the man he was currently pissed at.
He should have known something like this would happen. It was just like Zack to take everything Cloud said and completely ignore it. For weeks, Zack had been hinting at a 'killer surprise' should Cloud pass his final SOLDIER exams, and yesterday when he had emerged from the Simulation Room sporting a new uniform, Zack had been there—grinning.
That should have been warning enough.
“Come on, Cloud. Let's celebrate! I'm taking you to Seventh Heaven!”
Seventh Heaven was Shin-Ra's private “Gentlemen's Club”, admittance exclusive only to SOLDIERS and ranked Officers. It was known for being mind-blowing and completely over the top. Zack was a regular. He'd told Cloud often enough that once Cloud was SOLDIER too, they were going to go there and: “Get so shitfaced we can't talk, and fuck so much we can't walk.”
So, really, it was no surprise to find Zack sporting his eager face outside. Immediately, Cloud shook his head. “No.”
And Zack, being Zack, tried cajoling, teasing, and even threatening, but Cloud had been resolute in his refusal. Passing didn't mean anything. He had to prove himself...he had to become worthy. So he shrugged off the invitation and went to the gym instead.
Not surprisingly, Zack followed, doing his best puppy-dog stare.
“You'll love it,” he'd told Cloud. “The women there are insanely hot. There's this one...Aerith...Gods, man, she drives me crazy.”
“Zack, I don't want to pay for sex,” he'd countered. Especially not when he could get it for free, and frequently if he wanted. The reasons he didn't take any of the numerous propositions he was given were his own, and no amount of ribbing or coaxing was going to get him to change his mind. Not in this.
“It's not just sex", Zack had laughed. “It's a whole experience. One like you won't believe.”
“Pass.”
And there the conversation had ended—or so Cloud thought. He really should have figured Zack wouldn't have let it go that easy. It should have crossed his mind that Zack was up to something when he mysteriously couldn't be bothered to spar with him tonight.
And, of course, when one of the Shin-Ra Executive drivers had shown up at his room, saying he was instructed not to take 'no' for an answer, Cloud had known for sure something was up.
He was, however, too curious for his own good, and had decided to hell with it, and went along.
Now, in a room that looked like it belonged in some Wutai harem, Cloud was having second thoughts and wondered if he could sneak out the window. It was only three stories. He could probably jump that with his SOLDIER enhancements. Besides, there was a ledge just below...
The tinkling of bells, light and quick, turned him from the open window to the now opening door.
Shit, too late.
Being that his face was angled away as it was, and with the bed's canopy in the way, the bells were the first thing he noticed. Slung low on a bare waist, they jingled with each sashay of hip. Beneath them was a thin scrap of scarlet colored silk and the longest legs Cloud had ever seen. He followed them down to strapped sandals and exposed toes, then back up; slowly.
Her abdomen was sleek and toned—more athletic than he'd imagine for someone in her profession, and her top...
His pants shrunk. She was topless.
Full and round and dusted with gold, her breasts were flawless. Dusky nipples swayed with each step until she was scant feet from him.
“My face, if your curious, is about a foot higher.”
Flushed, Cloud jerked his gaze away from her chest and found himself staring into swirling dark eyes.
Familiar dark eyes.
Shock and surprise must have shown on his own face, because her lips curved—ever so slightly—in dry amusement.
“It's been a long time, Cloud.”
Throat too dry, it took him two tries to say her name. “Tifa?”
White teeth flashed in a nervous smile. “Hi.”
“Tifa...?” He blinked. And then again. This was the point he usually woke up, not even fulfilling this fantasy in his wildest dreams. But when he opened his eyes, there she remained, a vision in silk and skin.
She was taller than the last time he'd seen her. Her hair was longer, also. Thick and dark, it spilled along her back in rich waves, over shoulders and gracing the side of another area she'd filled out in. He swallowed thickly, conscious of the still bulging erection in his pants.
Her eyes flickered, followed his fidget and her cheeks bloomed. Gently teasing, she asked, “Happy to see me?”
“I...”
“Good,” she cut him off. “That's the reaction I was hoping for.” Smoky, her voice drifted over him like satin; coiled him. She strolled across the space separating them, each step punctuated by the trilling of tiny bells. She reached for him, her fingers following the zipper in his vest.
And Cloud lost himself in her scent.
This close, she smelled of something fresh and clean and home.
He closed his eyes, inhaled. The whys and hows and millions of other questions that stormed his brain vanished in the haze of lust and unbridled want he felt this close to her.
Tifa.
Here.
Tifa.
With him.
Tifa.
Pushing him back into a cushioned chair beside the bed, crawling onto his lap.
Tifa.
Straddling him, her hands on his shoulders, her hips rolling in such a wicked, wicked way.
Tifa.
Working at Seventh Heaven. Working. This was her job. How many others...? He shook himself, that thought making him suddenly sick.
“Tifa.”
“Cloud,” her breath steamed the edge of his ear, her voice frayed the edge of his control. He closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair and allowed his hands to grip her hips, halting her gyrations.
“Stop,” he growled, despite the voice in his head screaming 'more!'.
Her expression faltered, eyes clouding with doubt. “What's wrong?” she whispered.
“How long?”
“How...how long?” she sounded just a bit breathless.
“Have you been doing this? Working here?” He sneered the last part. He couldn't help it. The idea of her with anyone else set in him murderous urges, that logically he knew he had no right to feel. They'd been apart for over seven years. She owed him nothing. But she was his everything. She was the reason why he tried so hard, pushed so far...
His fingers tightened as he waited her response. His stomach was so tight it hurt. Would he be able to turn her away, even knowing she was just there because she was paid to be?
Cinnamon colored eyes blinked and confusion gave way to laughter.
It shouldn't turn him on like it did, but the sound hummed through his blood and thickened his already hard arousal.
His fingers flexed on her hips, the motion tugging the chain and jingling the bells. He was anything but amused.
“Cloud,” her mouth slid into a smile, her dark eyes softening. “I don't work here.”
“What?” Now it was his turn to be confused.
“I don't.” She leaned back, the motion rubbing in all the right ways. She gave the room a cursory side-glance. “It's much nicer than the orphanage I work at, but I don't think it suits me.”
“Then, what...why...how?” Cloud blinked, unable to process much of anything with her in his lap, her breasts grazing his chin.
“I'm here because Zack called.”
“Zack...?” Cloud gave a sharp exhale when she rolled against him, grinding down.
“Mmm.” She moved again, the jingling of bells keeping time with her. “Told me you passed your SOLDIER exam.” She stopped moving, waited for him to lift heavy eyes to her. “Why didn't you tell me, Cloud?”
The hurt in her voice was unavoidable.
“I would have. I was going to.” When I was stronger.
“I don't think you would have,” she murmured. “You stopped writing.”
He had. Eight months prior.
He also stopped opening her letters. He kept them, unwilling to lose any link he had to her, but he refused to write her again unless it was to tell her that he'd passed his exam.
“Why here?” he deflected.
Tifa inclined her head, one shoulder lifted. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“I'm surprised,” he gave a rueful chuckle.
“I figured if I had any chance, I'd have to do something dramatic,” she continued. “Seducing you in harem get-up seemed unexpected enough.” Her smile hinted on bashful and for the first time Cloud noticed the fine tremors coursing through her body. “I just hoped you were seduce-able.”
She was scared, he realized with an unexpected twinge in his heart. Half-naked, nervous and trembling; she was exposed in more ways than one.
For him.
Because he was too much of a coward to be bare for her.
“Come here.” There was both sensual invitation and command in his tone. His fingers tangled in her hair and he cradled her face in his palm. The feel of her soft skin, the heat of her lips, it all sent sparks of desire and want shooting through his body so hot and fast it was him that trembled.
She kissed him back, teased his searching tongue with her own.
His body—already hard and aching—jerked in response.
They hadn't spoken in years, hadn't communicated in months, and yet here they were, consumed and demanding and fitting together so, so well.
Like they were meant for this.
Like she was meant for him.
She slid her hands beneath his shirt, skimmed along his skin, stroking and teasing. Her teeth tugged at his ear, her tongue swirling and dancing along the rim as she whispered the things she wanted to do to him—and have done to her.
He took her mouth in hot, urgent need, giving her—in that one kiss—all the longing and pent up desire he'd held for a lifetime.
She gasped, clutched his head and melted against him.
A more satisfying reaction he couldn't have hoped for. Still, there were clothes. He had on too many damn clothes.
Cloud growled in frustration, tearing his mouth away from hers only long enough to swear and try and remove his garments without separating from her at all.
Together, they clumsily managed to remove his shirt and belt, shoved his pants to his ankles.
“Tifa...boots...”
“Forget them,” she gasped, resuming her place, straddled across his hips. “Want you.”
“Gods, yes,” he hissed.
He helped her shimmy out of her bottom, but when she reached for the clasp of her belly chain he shook his head.
“Leave it,” he brushed a kiss against the curve of her breast. “It's sexy.” He lifted her carefully, settling her over his lap, the broad head of his erection testing the damp heat between her legs.
She pulled back to look into his eyes, hers showing the first signs of hesitation. “Cloud...I've never...I mean...you're my first.” Her face was buried in his neck, so the rest of her words were too muffled to make out, but he knew.
Of course she hadn't been with anyone else. This was Tifa. Sweet, honest, honorable Tifa, who had promised him at the age of six they would be together forever. This was Tifa, who at age eight, made his mother and her father stand outside the gazebo in the park and watch as he—embarrassed but willing—had dropped down on one knee and proposed with a folded daisy ring. This was Tifa who had wept for him when he'd been beaten by bullies, tended him when he was sick, and written him every day he was away trying to become a better man for her.
And Cloud could kick himself for even thinking she could work in a place like this. He nodded, nudged her into looking at him and placed slow, gentle kisses to her lips, neck, nipples.
“We'll go slow,” he told her. Patient, Cloud used his mouth and tongue and fingers to ready her. Only when she was gasping his name, riding his fingers did he attempt anything more. Slow, steady, he eased himself up, angled his hips and groaned as she took him, inch by inch.
Snug, he filled her, and the sensation was so exquisite Cloud lost reason. Sensation was all he had. His arms tightened possessively around her waist as he whispered words of encouragement as after a time pain gave way to pleasant heat and Tifa began to move.
“That's it,” he crooned. “Ride me, Tifa.”
The sight of her took his breath away. Full breasts swayed, nipples peaked and hard as they rubbed his chest.
“Cloud,” she rasped, hips lurching against his in tingling, trilling rhythm as she linked her arms behind his neck. “I had no idea...”
Neither had he. In his limited experience nothing and no one had compared to this. This feeling of completeness. Of rightness.
Perfection.
“Cloud—!” Tifa tensed, his name a startled cry. Her fingers scrambled into his hair, her eyes wide as she gasped and writhed.
“Shhh,” he eased, surging up from the chair. “It's okay. Just feel.”
“Oh, oh, Gods,” she arched back, tossed that magnificent cascade of hair over her shoulder and keened his name.
Her muscles clamped around him, so slick and hot tight as a fist and Cloud couldn't hold himself in check any longer. Hands harsh on her hips, he ground her down as he thrust up.
She moved with him, countering each thrust with her natural grace and before long Cloud felt his body tighten, pleasure clawing through him.
“Come,” he breathed against her ear, pushing up. He let one hand drift down, pressed and teased the swollen nub of skin between her folds. “I want to feel you come,” he growled. “Hot and tight, slick and needy. Come for me, Tifa.”
His words, combined with his touch, sent her over the edge and Cloud groaned his own release as she shook and trembled with hers.
Long, breath labored, minutes later, she lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled at him. Eyes slumberous and lips kiss swollen, Cloud didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful.
“Congratulations,” she said, quiet, sincere. “You finally made SOLDIER. You fulfilled your dream.”
Cloud shook his head. “I fulfilled my dream, but it has nothing to do with SOLDIER,” he replied. “And everything to do with you.”
Shy, she nuzzled beneath his chin. “I want to believe that—”
“Believe it,” he cut in.
“Okay.” She shifted against him to get comfortable and the bells on her hip tinkled.
Immediately, Cloud felt heat and ache stir in his groin. He wondered, briefly, if hearing bells chime would forever be a hard-on inducing sound. He could only imagine the embarrassment of walking into certain shops, but when he felt Tifa soften and respond to his inquisitive probing, it didn't really matter.
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