Heaven in (Sector) Seven [Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, R]

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Title: Heaven in (Sector) Seven

Author: Valk

Rating: R

Warnings: Really naughty Cloti Naughty, alcohol use, mild language, out-of-canon-ness.

Word Count: 3,000

Prompt: Cloud/Tifa: Mind games-- He was getting tired of her veiled looks and fleeting touches towards other men.

A/N: Okay, so I saw this prompt and the first thing I thought was, ‘I’ll just do Tifa running her Seventh Heaven in post-ACC timeline. That works out well.’ But then I thought, ‘That’s so overdone. Let’s do something new and interesting!’ So I got this naughty mess of rather out-of-canon smex. Enjoy!

 

Tifa sighed to herself as she walked over to the door and flipped the switch to turn on the tacky neon ‘Open’ sign. She made her way back over to the sad excuse for a bar and started to get her drinks in order. As if on cue, heavy footsteps sounded from the upper level—same as they had for the past six nights—and she smiled as the owner of them walked in. “Hi, Cloud! How are you feeling today?”

 

Even if his answer was always the same, she still made a point to ask ever since she’d discovered him sick and incoherent just over a week ago. He grunted with his regular scowl in place before taking up his usual seat in the corner of the shabby bar.

 

She smiled to herself and picked up the bottle of whiskey before pouring a glass. Slipping out and between the tables, she walked over to the man in the corner and held the drink out towards him. He looked up at her and barely acknowledged her before taking the drink, swallowing a gulp of it, and setting it on the table. She looked up as the door opened and Biggs and Wedge came in, nodding to Tifa in greeting. They eyed Cloud warily before walking over to the pinball machine and riding it down to the secret lower level.

 

The brunette moved back behind the bar and looked up as a few customers came in. One man, a greasy-looking guy by the name of Jarl, came up to the bar and smirked saccharinely at her. She smiled back and tucked her hair behind her ear flirtatiously. “What would you like?” she asked.

 

Jarl’s smile widened as he replied, “A nice hot something from you.”

 

And how about a foot up your ass? She kept the smile up and giggled. “Maybe later. How about a drink?”

 

He grinned. “Alright. Howzabout a Soma Drop?”

 

“Alrighty. Coming right up!” she chirped as she reached under the counter and pulled out the necessary bottles to make his beverage. She slid the glass across the counter and bit back her scowl when his hand lingered over hers, forcing her grin to stay instead.

 

She slipped out from behind the counter with her tray and a few different kinds of liquor. Making her way over to one table, she started gathering empty glasses and poured refills for the patrons. She bit back a grimace and forced her hands to stay on the bottles in front of her when she felt Peras’s hand graze over her butt. Biting down on her tongue, she resisted her urge to ram her palm into his chin.

 

She’d had too many instances in the past where she’d wounded her customers. She really couldn’t afford to do it anymore. Money was scarce in the slums and she felt lucky that she could keep a business running below the plate. She didn’t have the luxury of staying decent in this sort of environment. Besides, she could kick any of the skinny white asses in this room if she needed to. If it got really messy, she had a basement full of resistance fighters and her own personal ex-SOLDIER First Class hero to help her.

 

She knew he watched her while she worked. She’d felt his mako-blue eyes on her more than once, but he’d denied it when she asked him about it. He said he just wanted a drink and he figured he might as well get it from her. Sometimes, she wondered if he remembered his promise to protect her if she was in trouble. She blinked, just realizing she’d wound up at his table. Holding up the bottle of whiskey, she offered him a smile as he raised his still-partially-full glass for a refill.

 

She filled his glass again and smiled quickly before turning back to the bar. Her eyes trailed over to where he sat, slowly tipping his tumbler to his lips. She cocked her head in curiosity and watched those perfect, pale lips curve around the brim of his glass.

 

“Hey, Tifa!”

 

Her attention snapped up and focused on the tall man in front of her. She smiled and said, “Hey, Barret. Heading out?”

 

“Yep. Biggs, Wedge, Jessie, an’ me are gonna go hit up the town. You gonna be okay here on your own?”

 

“Of course. I’ll be fine. Cloud’s here if something goes horribly wrong.”

 

The large man grunted. “Huh. Still don’ trust that punk.”

 

“I’ve known Cloud since we were children. He’s a good man, Barret.”

 

“That’s what you say, but there’s sumtin’ off about that boy.”

 

“Trust me, Barret. I know Cloud.”

 

“Ehh… If you say so. Marlene’s already asleep, so she shouldn’t be a problem for ya. We’re gonna head out now. We got a train to catch.”

 

“Okay. Have fun, Barret! Good luck!”

 

He saluted with his left, normal hand and called over his shoulder, “Will do!”

 

Tifa turned her attention back to the bar and smiled at her next customer. Her night went on as a blur of pouring drinks, cleaning glasses, and shaking off inappropriate touches from sleazy men. She gave a sigh as she started to clean up and raised her voice to say, “Okay! It’s officially closing time! Everyone out!”

 

Various grumbles sounded as the customers all stood and moved to the counter to pay off their tabs. Slowly, the dank room emptied out, leaving behind the smell of smoke and alcohol. Tifa set about her routine, picking up her tray and shifting through the tables to turn off her ‘Open’ sign and start gathering all the empty glasses.

 

I don’t get it… They all came to the counter to pay. Why couldn’t they just bring their glasses over, too? She shook her head and moved back behind the bar, turning on the water tap to refill the sink with hot water for dishes. She added the soap and turned off the water when it got full enough, gasping when she felt a warm body move up behind her.

 

She froze. I thought all the customers left! Turning quickly, she found herself face-to-face with… mako-blue? Her hands grasped onto the counter edge beside her and gripped it tightly as she leaned away from his close proximity. “C-Cloud… What are you…?”

 

He leaned a little closer, tipping his chin up next to her ear and whispered, “Mine.”

 

She pulled back to look him in the eye. “Huh…?”

 

“You heard me.”

The sound of clinking glass interrupted her thoughts and she glanced down to her side to see Cloud’s hand digging underneath the bar before pulling out a bottle of whiskey. He popped the cap off with his thumb and took a swig before offering it to Tifa. She stared at him in shock before asking, “Are you drunk?!”

 

He looked her right in the eye and replied, “Do I look drunk?”

 

She glanced down and took note of his firm stance, focused gaze, and his heavenly scent of freshly-fallen rain and freedom. Her eyes locked back onto his as she admitted, “No, you don’t.”

 

“Exactly.” He tipped the bottle closer to her again, silently offering her a drink. She shook her head ‘no’ and pressed her back as close to the counter as she could. The bottle came closer to her lips as he pressed it there.

 

Her senses went wild from being this close to him, but she forced herself to keep her head and closed her lips tightly to prevent herself from being weakened by alcohol. As a result, when he angled the bottle too far, the whiskey dribbled down her chin and neck to absorb onto her white top. She raised a hand and knocked the drink back, slowly licking her lips to cleanse them of liquor. She braced her fingers against his chest—his nicely-muscled chest—and pushed a little. “C-Cloud… Now I have to clean my shirt,” she managed, for a lack of anything more intelligent to say.

 

A slow, dangerous smirk crossed his features. Tifa leaned back further, swallowing at the first smile she’d seen since she’d found him by the train station and, Goddess, did it make her feel something that her childhood friend should never make her feel. His free hand slowly moved from the counter edge to slip up her side and up under her short-cut shirt. His low voice rumbled, “Well, then. The first step to that would be taking it off.”

 

She gasped. “C-Cloud, I…” Her heart hammered in her chest as he shifted to set the bottle on the counter and ran his right hand up to mirror his left. In one, quick motion, her shirt was off and being thrown across the room. She crossed her arms over her chest to try to hide herself while crying out, “Cloud! What are you doing?!”

 

His hands settled back on her waist before pulling her against him. She felt a chill run down her spine as he brought his lips up beside her ear, nibbling softly on the lobe before shifting to whisper, “I’m your hero, right? No one else.”

 

She felt a strange heat building in the pit of her stomach and blinked, trying not to lose focus. “Cloud, I… What are you…?”

 

He shifted roughly, pressing his mouth to hers in an openmouthed kiss. She wormed around beneath his dominating presence, gasping against his mouth when she rubbed against his rock-hard erection. Shifting one hand up to hook on her bra, he swiftly unfastened it and pulled it down her shoulders.

 

“Seriously, Tifa. The clothes you wear are completely inappropriate for your line of work,” he said as his other hand moved to settle at the small of her back. She let out a sharp exhale as it slowly slipped a little farther down. He pulled back slowly, moving to stand about a foot from her, and reached down to pull his standard-issue SOLDIER sweater from his belt. Taking it all the way, he pulled it off over his head and tossed it over to join her shirt.

 

Her eyes flicked down briefly to look at his chest and tight abdominal muscles before looking him in the eyes. He reached up with a sweet tenderness—unlike what he’d already shown—in his actions and pushed her hair back behind her ear.

 

She glanced down at his lips subconsciously, watching the way they slowly curled into a gentle smile. He leaned closer, kissing her with a soft, yet intense, passion. She felt herself start to melt under his gentler approach and raised her hands to wrap around his shoulders and pull him close. His hands slowly shifted around front of her and pulled at her belt, freeing her leather skirt and letting it drop to the floor.

 

One of his hands wrapped tightly around her waist while the other reached behind her. She heard a vague sloshing sound before he turned sharply, twisting to drop down onto his back. She stared at him with wide eyes, the constant surprise in her mind belying the warmth she felt between her thighs.

 

He rolled, putting her on the bottom, and shifted to brace his knees on either side of her. She crossed her arms in front of her, feeling awkward while being almost completely naked in front of the man she’d had a one-sided crush on for years. Or what she’d thought to be one-sided. Her eyes trailed over to see that accursed bottle of whiskey back in his hand and a naughty smirk on his face.

 

She felt her breathing increase and her heartbeat quicken as he leaned closer and pressed a kiss to her mouth. Her body reacted on instinct and she threw her hands around his neck and pulled him closer, slowly losing her mind to his constant advances.

 

He pulled back as quickly as he’d gone in, leaning back to watch her heaving chest as she gasped for air. His smirk slowly grew as he glanced back and forth between her chest and the bottle of whiskey in his hand.

 

Tifa watched as he brought it closer and tipped it, pouring the contents onto her bare body. She gasped as the warm liquid splashed against her skin and released a small squeal as she felt his tongue run over her collarbone. The moan that slipped through her lips when he bent down to lick between her full breasts was unlike any sound she’d ever heard herself make.

 

He sat up a little straighter, shifting off of her to hook his hand into her underwear and pull them down. She shuddered slightly, blushing as he stared at her naked body. He raised the bottle again, pouring the amber beverage down her toned stomach, pausing to dribble a fair amount over her navel. He bent down again and closed his lips around her belly button and started to suck the whiskey from inside.

 

Her back arched by some instinct she didn’t know she had, resulting in her stomach pressing closer to his mouth. His left hand reached down to grab hold of her right knee, bringing it up to bend slightly. He shifted to sit between her knees and shifted to slip two fingers into her folds.

 

Her lips parted, but no sound came out as she gaped at him in shock. He smirked up at her before using his fingers to push her petals apart while moving the whiskey closer. She shook her head on the filthy wooden floor, panting, “Oh, no, you don’t, Cloud Strife!”

 

His grin widened as he started to pour the liquor into her very core. She gasped and leaned back, using her heels to raise her buttocks off the floor. He leaned closer to her, dipping his tongue inside for a drink of whiskey mixed with the heady taste of her arousal. Her head rolled back and her stomach tightened as he shifted his tongue in a purely fiendish way.

 

She felt a heat, unlike she’d ever known, build up in the pit of her stomach, threatening to burst free. Her moment of release came and she clamped down, crying at the top of her lungs, “Oh, Goddess!”

 

Cloud’s lips curled into a smile and he stayed where he was, feeling her come against his mouth. He gave a low moan and finally pulled back, whispering, “You taste better than you look right now… And I didn’t think it was possible to find anything more beautiful than you are at this moment…”

 

She panted, looking up at him in a completely new light, and smiled softly with her approval. His hand reached down to unbuckle the both of his belts before unfastening the button and fly of his pants. He crawled up closer to her and leaned down to kiss her again, pulling back slightly to whisper, “Tifa… You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…”

 

She sighed against the heat coming back for a second time and mumbled back, “Cloud… Have you ever wondered if I wanted it, too?”

 

“Too many times. I never thought you did, though… I always thought… I thought you never saw me. That you didn’t even know who I was.”

 

“Cloud, that’s… Just… hurry. Show me how much you want this.”

 

He shifted to glance down, lining himself up to her, before locking his eyes onto hers and kissing her. Slowly, he shifted his hips to gradually work his way into her. She groaned, feeling his penetration thrust deep into her. Her jaw tightened at the slight pain, but she forced herself to ignore it and focus on the pleasures his fullness was coursing through her body.

 

A low growl started deep in his throat and passed through his lips as he started to roll his hips, grinding them against hers. She started to shift hers a little awkwardly, having no idea what to do. The pleasure spiked when their bodies moved just right and she gave a breathless gasp, reaching her hands out to dig her nails into his shoulders.

 

The sensations burned as she felt herself break for the second time. This time, Cloud gave a grunt and released at the same time, pulling her to him as he did.

 

Completely drained and sated, she fell back out of exhaustion while letting her arms drop out to the sides. Keeping them joined, he leaned down to gently press soft kisses to her neck.

 

They laid together for a long moment, content to stay in each other’s arms. The door to the bar opened and they both froze, just finally remembering they weren’t the only ones living here. Barret’s heavy voice called out, “Okay, I’m gonna go see my baby girl! You all have the rest of the night off!”

 

Jessie’s soft voice spoke, “I think I’ll just go to bed… It’s been a long day.”

 

Wedge grunted a sound of acknowledgement. “Yeah, me, too.”

 

Cloud and Tifa still didn’t dare to breathe as they waited for the last member of AVALANCHE to say something. Biggs gave a contented sigh as the crack of muscle being stretched sounded. “I think I’ll get a drink first. Tifa won’t mind, I think.”

 

Tifa bit her lip as Cloud buried his face in her neck. She looked up as Biggs’s head poked over the countertop, his face quickly transitioning from tired to shocked as he let out a “Gah!”

 

The brunette shot him one of her famed dagger glares as Jessie’s voice asked, “What is it, Biggs?”

 

Biggs shook his head, grabbing a beer before turning away from the young couple and saying, “Oh, nothing. It looks like Tifa just mauled another customer who looked at her the wrong way.”

 

Comments

[valentineninja.livejournal.com]

Wow, kinky Cloud is pretty hot you know. And well, poor Tifa. She was kind of blindsided by Cloud in this one. Overall it was hot, sweet, and funny. Biggs certainly got an eyeful there and let's hope that Barret never gets wind of what Cloud and Tifa did or Cloud will be in some big trouble. Thank you so much for writing this. I loved it!

[ocvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

Lucky for Biggs, Cloud was on top and he still had his pants mostly on, so he didn't get that much... The image has got to scar, though.

I'm glad you enjoyed! Thanks for stopping by!

-Valk

P.S. Cloud is always hot, but kinky Cloud is uber-hot.

[lucifer-hatter.livejournal.com]

*claps* wonderful!! love the ending- and that part with the whiskey? Sexy. Just pure sexy!

[ocvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! I find myself having no idea where my smut scenes come from... I hadn't planned the whole whiskey thing at all... Anyway, thanks for reading!

Also, did you make that avatar? 'Cause I have it and I think stole it from somewhere...

-Valk

[lucifer-hatter.livejournal.com]

You are welcome! And i did not make that avatar- i don't claim any of the ones that i have. I just find them on photobucket and use them ^__^" so you probably have seen it around