Say my Name [FFVII, Cloud x Tifa, NC-17]
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windrider1
Rating: NC-17
Prompt:- Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Possessive and demanding -- "Say my name."
Word count: 3114
AN: Okay, I'm not normally one for apologizing for answering a prompt, and when I took this one, I had something altogether different in mind. That said, I'm not entirely happy with the result--I'm not entirely 'un-happy' either, but I had hoped for something...better. But after 5 re-writes, I'm at the "It is what it is" point. I do, however, strongly hope that what is here is enjoyable. <3
Boisterous patrons and cloying perfumes were wreaking havoc on his head. Loud conversations and slurred laughter were blending into something akin to screams and screeches. The bar was unusually crowded tonight—the people of Sector Seven celebrating some new renovations, courtesy of an AVALANCHE raid—and the abundance of people was making him edgy. His skin tingled and palms itched, and the urge to reach for the Buster Sword was stronger than it probably should have been.
Cloud winced as a particularly shrill laugh drilled into his right temple. Swearing, he downed the rest of his drink and shoved away from the bar. The sooner he managed to escape this hellish nightmare, the better.
He pushed his way through the crowd to get in behind the bar and retrieve his sword. Behind him, the kitchen doors swung open and Jessie frowned at him. “You’re not staying for the party?”
He slipped his sword holster onto his back, pulled it tight. “Will all these people still be here?”
“Of course.”
“Then I'm gone.”
Jessie placed a tray of fresh rounds onto the counter. “It wouldn’t kill you to spend some time with the us,” she murmured, her cheeks flushed pink.
Cloud shrugged, surprising her that he'd heard. “Probably not, but I just can’t make the same guarantee.” He fastened the harness. “When you see Tifa let her know.”
“Let Tifa know what?” The woman in reference emerged through the same swinging doors Jessie had.
Long dark hair cascaded over smooth as silk shoulders, hanging loose as opposed to being tied back in its usual ponytail. In fact, her entire outfit was a sidestep away from her usual attire, and it gave Cloud pause.
Soft, cream colored top and fluttery skirt, bare legs and flat sandals. She looked...fresh...in a sea of unwashed, unkempt roughage. It did strange things to his insides and the quiet Nibleheim accented voice in the back of his brain whispered to him of promises and protection.
He shook his head; dismissed the annoying echo.
Her cinnamon swirled eyes took in the holster on his back and her perfect, pouty lips formed a brief moue of discontentment. “You’re leaving.”
Cloud shook himself. “Yeah.” He shrugged broad shoulders. “I'm not a 'people person', Teef. You know this.”
Her sigh was soft. “I know.”
Jessie reached out and tapped Tifa on the shoulder, her face apologetic. “Sorry, but how do I mix a Myrthil Twist?”
Tifa nodded, gave the other woman an encouraging smile. She leaned over the bartop to issue instruction of some type, and Cloud found his eyes drawn to the sleek curve of her derriere. The thin material of her skirt clung to her curves in a way that was simply sinful. No woman had a right to a body like hers, he thought, shifting in his pants.
She turned suddenly, on her tiptoes, rising against him, reaching up and over his head to grab a bottle of amber colored liquid. “Excuse me,” she murmured, placing one hand on his shoulder and using him as leverage.
Cloud closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh scent of her hair. More and more he found himself finding excuses to touch and be near her. She seemed afflicted with the same urge, and whether it was accidental or intentional he didn’t care. It felt damn good.
She gave a slight grunt and then a satisfied sigh. “There we go.” She dropped down again, her breath tickling the curve of his chin. She hovered for a split second longer than necessary, lips almost touching, then took a step back. “Here, Jessie. Use this.” Over her shoulder, she said, “Well, if you don’t want to stay, I’m certainly not going to force you.”
There was something in her tone that spoke of challenge and he reacted. Like a gauntlet thrown down he picked up her words and used them right back. He stepped closer to her as she gathered used glasses to toss in the sink, one of his hands resting on her hip, the other braced against the bar-top. His breath teased her ear when he spoke. “You couldn’t force me, even if you wanted to.”
She surprised him by leaning back into his touch. “I’d like to think I wouldn’t have to force you…” she whispered.
Cloud swallowed a groan.
Tifa darted a glance over her shoulder, eyes veiled by her long lashes but he swore he saw them twinkle with mischief.
His fingers flexed; body clenched. He bent his head toward the beckoning curve of her neck…
“Refill, Teeeefaaaah!” Drunk, Johnny plowed up to the bar, slammed his mug down.
Jarred,Tifa broke away from Cloud and went to attend her customer. She shook her head, removed the mug and grabbed a napkin. “I think you've had enough,” she replied, wiping the remains of his last drink from his mouth and dabbing his shirt.
“Teeeeefaaaah,” he sighed her name, blinked glassy eyes. “I love you.”
Used to indulging just about every come on imaginable, she deflected easily. “In the condition you're in, Johnny, you'd love a pineapple.”
“Nope,” he shook his head; swayed. “Only you. I've...loved you...since I met you. You...you make me...feel better...”
Cloud scowled, fists tight at his side.
“That's sweet, Johnny. Thank you.”
Buster Sword was right there...
“I could..I could make you happy. Wanna make you happy. Lemmemakeyouhappy?” He straightened, solemn-faced with tears in his eyes. “Please? I could love you so much better than he can!” A wobbly finger jutted towards Cloud.
Tifa made a sympathetic tsk sound in her throat. “Aw, Johnny...”
She really needed to stop saying that guy's name.
“Can I have one kiss? Just one, to say I kissed my true loooove?”
“Johnny--”
“Okay, pal, that's enough,” Cloud pushed his index finger to the other man's forehead, knocking him off the stool and onto his ass.
“Hey!” he spluttered, got tangled up in the legs of the crowd.
“Crap! Johnny, are you okay?” Tifa started around the bar, but found herself halted mid-stride by an unyielding arm around her waist.
“If you're smart, you aren't here when I get back,” Cloud told the other man. “Come with me,” he ordered Tifa, shackling her wrist with his fingers and practically dragging her from the bar.
“Cloud!” She had to quickstep to keep up with him. “Why did you do that?” she asked when they were in the upstairs hallway.
He gave her a level look over his shoulder, but continued his pace. “There are consequences to shit like that.”
“It's not like he hasn't hit on me before,” she pointed out.
Cloud stopped abruptly. Tifa yelped, nearly running into him. “What the hell is your problem?”
“This,” he said, taking her hand and placing it over the front of his fatigues. “Is my problem.”
“Oh.” Tifa blinked.
Not giving her time to digest anything, his mouth was on hers. Demanding, hard, sensual, addicting. All the things she had somehowknownit would be. Her lips parted and his tongue lingered over her lips, then slipped inside, stealing her breath.
Tifa’s fingers tangled in his thick locks, weaving through the surprisingly silky strands, tugging him closer. She gasped into his mouth when his hands clutched her waist, stroking down over her backside, grinding himself against her.
He was thick, heavy, full.
“Tifa,” he whispered.
Dazedly, she replied. “Hmm?”
“Say my name.” He lifted her, his hands cupping her ass.
“Cloud,” she gasped it into his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist.
He licked the spot just below her ear, pressed her back against the wall. “Again.”
“Cloud.”
“Again,” he growled, sucking the lobe of her ear into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth.
“Cloud, Cloud, Cloud,” she chanted as his mouth moved lower, suckling the tendons of her neck. She was pushing at his pants, her palm sliding down the front of him to cup his heavy erection.
He exhaled against her skin. He ran his hands along the smooth perfection of her back, his nails raking slightly. Tifa instinctively bucked against him, tossing her head back. That small action nearly sent him over the edge of control. His body throbbed in response.
Tifa linked her hands behind his neck, molding herself against him as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Cloud’s breath hissed from between clenched teeth. He palmed her back, pressing her closer.
“Cloud,” she murmured against his lips.
His mouth brushed against the pulse of her neck. The brief contact caused her breath to hitch in her throat, and her fingers to involuntarily tighten. She shivered when she felt his tongue swirl against her skin, and warm fingers slid along the curve of her shoulder, dancing along the edge of her top.
“Tell me what to do.” His voice was whisper soft against her ear, sinfully tempting. “Tell me what you want.”
Tifa wasn’t sure of the words to use. How did she tell him that she wanted to feel him inside and all around, that she wanted him in every way possible? So she said, simply, “You. Only you.”
He nipped at her mouth, over and over again, as his warm, firm hands skimmed her overly anxious body. With deliberate touches, he teased her nipples through soft material with his blunt fingers, until they peaked and then he pulled the neckline down, revealing the dusky crown for his pleasure.
One knee shoved hard between her legs, spreading her open, giving him access to her other hidden secrets. He tugged the hem of her skirt up over her thighs, bunching the material at his wrist. He probed her with his fingers, fondling her folds through the lace of her panties. He pressed his thumb against her damp center, watching her face with hooded eyes as he began rubbing.
“Oh, Gods!” Hips lifted of their own accord, silently begging for his touch. She unconsciously rotated against his exploring hand, her soft gasps blending with the muted sounds of the downstairs party. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as he stroked and teased.
His eyes glittered in the shadows. Her scent was rich and thick with desire. He growled, low and deep. “No one else, ever.”
In answer, Tifa lifted her fingers to his face, traced his jaw, up to his golden spikes before tugging at him, pulling his mouth down to hers.
With a low sound he moved partially away from her, so that he could unzip his pants. That done, he closed the gap again. The rough pad of his tongue moved across her flesh, tasting her, sliding across her collar bone and over the soft swell of her breast. He captured the tip between his teeth, rolling her erect nipple between his canines, tugging gently, enjoying her startled gasp.
Cloud lowered his head, moved down her body. He pushed her skirt up further, and crouched between her thighs. At the first touch of his mouth against her damp panties, Tifa arched her back, her fingers splayed in his hair, clutching fistfuls between her fingers. “Cloud!”
She felt his fingers stroking just below his wonderful mouth, sneaking past the elastic and sliding back out, teasing her. Pressure was building, moving within her, pooling low in her abdomen. “Oh, please…please, Cloud…”
“Just like that, say my name again,” he murmured, the very tip of his tongue teasing her.
Splintering, teetering on the edge of control and desperation, she complied, “Cloud...oh, Cloud...”
He cupped her in his hands, pulling her closer to bury his face between her thighs, humming when she squirmed. He grunted when she gripped him, holding him in place as her hips surged and she writhed against his face. She pulled his hair.
Demanding.
Satisfied, Cloud pushed her panties aside, traveling the seam of her most intimate place with his tongue, coaxing forth long drawn out moans and sobs for more.
She was frantic, panting and moaning with her palm pressed to her mouth, trying to silence her increasing volume.
“Don't,” his voice was rough. “Let me hear you.” He lifted one leg over his shoulder, plundered rithlessly with tongue and fingers.
“Cloud! I'm coming, I'm coming,” she cried out, the startled sound punctuated by liquid heat coating his tongue.
Cloud traveled back up her body, slowly easing into her, pressing to the hilt. “Ifrit.” His jaw was clenched, head thrown back, tendons corded. Her body trembled and squeezed, the suction of her release punishing and so damn good.
She clutched at him, her nails digging into his shoulders, her small cries muffled against his chest. Cloud closed his eyes as she wrapped her gloriously long legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against her, undulating her hips as he moved in and out of her. His breathing turned ragged, his heart threatening to burst from his chest with each powerful stroke.
Tight.
Hot.
Wet.
His.
Tifa kissed him hard, moving her tongue in and out of his mouth in the same rhythm that he was moving in and out of her. “Good,” she moaned. “So good.”
He groaned in response. He gripped her hips as he buried himself in her deeper and deeper, harder and faster. He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, his hips increasing tempo. Tifa gave a broken sob of pleasure, so close to orgasm, but he’d take her just to the peak and slowly bring her back down again, tormenting her and thrilling her at the same time.
“Please…” she begged as he moved almost completely out of her, teasing her clit with his fingers.
“Please, what?” He surged back in.
She grit her teeth, wrapped her legs tighter around him, trying to attain some control.
“Please what?” he asked again, voice hoarse.
“Make me come, Cloud,” she moaned.
He gripped her hips in his hands, held her firm as his thrusts increased speed. She was hot and wet, her inner walls pulling at him, hugging his cock tight.
“Cloud,” she cried out, clutching at him. “Say my name!”
He slid all the way out, rubbing the head of his engorged cock against her clit, stroking. “Tifa. My Tifa.”
She arched against him. He lifted her ass off the wall, bringing her up high as he ground against her over and over.
Her fingers dug into the taut muscles of his shoulders, urging him deeper. “Hold on.” He hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her as he buried himself as deep as he could. Her breathless moans and restless movements were driving him mad. He felt scorched by her.
Her inner muscles were clenching again and he groaned, burying his face in her neck.
His movements became almost frantic; long, hard strokes, driving deeper and deeper and with each one the friction and tension were mounting. He felt the endless pressure of her muscles locking around him, blinding him with ecstasy, his body driven to heights of pleasure he had never before imagined.
She made a broken sound, wrapping herself completely around him, locking her legs around his back, lifting into each thrust. “Oh, Gods, Cloud!” She screamed as she came; white hot bliss spiraling through her as he pumped furiously.
Shaken and trembling she barely had time to come down from her release when Cloud dropped them, rolling so that he was on his back and she was straddling him. “Time for me to get what I want,” his breath hissed from his lungs. He framed her hips, pulling her down over him, sliding back inside. “Arch your back. Take me.”
She leaned back and slid herself up and down on him, enjoying the way his lip curled and his eyes rolled. He allowed her to control the pace, and so she did, moving in unhurried rolls. She took him deep and rocked against him, then lifted until she was almost free before sinking back down. His groans and moans were music to her ears. She felt power coursing through her, singing in her veins. Having control, if only for the moment, was like an aphrodisiac.
Cloud grunted when she picked up her rhythm, her hands pressing into his shoulders, her eyes locked on his. He surged up to meet her downward momentum, hands tight on her hips, driving into her, feeling her coming apart in his arms, her cries of release still echoing in his mind. He felt her slick heat spill from her body, coating him. His eyes rolled back in his head as she took on a more aggressive pace, thrusting her hips.
His own orgasm was approaching, but he wanted to feel her release again. He moved his hand, parting the curls at the base of their joining, thumb flicking her swollen clit. “One more, Tifa. Give me one more.”
Tifa rode him harder, leaning forward to bite his shoulder. “Cloud...oh...oh...yes!”
“Tifa!” Cloud exploded, his orgasm slamming through his entire body with the subtlety of 10,000 volts. Every muscle convulsed and jerked, endlessly it seemed, and the world went white before exploding in colors.
Slow, her hips stopped moving, but he didn’t withdraw from her and she seemed in no hurry to move.
Her sultry, breathless laugh tickled his ear. “Are you still not staying for the party?”
“What're you talking about?” he rasped. “We're not done.”
Tifa smiled as his strong arms encircled her. “No?”
“No.” He groaned as she shifted position. “We're taking this somewhere more comfortable, but we're not done.”
Tifa blushed, adjusting her clothing. “I think the others may wonder where we are,” she commented.
“Doubt it.” Cloud tilted his head, eyes twinkling. “Wedge poked his head around the corner a few minutes ago.”
“He did not!”
“He did.”
“Cloud!”
“What?” he shrugged, lips curved and fingers teasing still perked nipples. “He'll cover for us.”
Pleasurable tingles followed the wake of his fingertip. “Oh, you think?”
“Without a doubt,” he said, nuzzling her neck, making her moan.
“What makes you so sure?”
“I'll kick his ass if he doesn't.”
“Oh, well, there is that, I suppose.” Then all thought left her as he took her mouth once more.
Author:
windrider1Rating: NC-17
Prompt:- Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Possessive and demanding -- "Say my name."
Word count: 3114
AN: Okay, I'm not normally one for apologizing for answering a prompt, and when I took this one, I had something altogether different in mind. That said, I'm not entirely happy with the result--I'm not entirely 'un-happy' either, but I had hoped for something...better. But after 5 re-writes, I'm at the "It is what it is" point. I do, however, strongly hope that what is here is enjoyable. <3
Boisterous patrons and cloying perfumes were wreaking havoc on his head. Loud conversations and slurred laughter were blending into something akin to screams and screeches. The bar was unusually crowded tonight—the people of Sector Seven celebrating some new renovations, courtesy of an AVALANCHE raid—and the abundance of people was making him edgy. His skin tingled and palms itched, and the urge to reach for the Buster Sword was stronger than it probably should have been.
Cloud winced as a particularly shrill laugh drilled into his right temple. Swearing, he downed the rest of his drink and shoved away from the bar. The sooner he managed to escape this hellish nightmare, the better.
He pushed his way through the crowd to get in behind the bar and retrieve his sword. Behind him, the kitchen doors swung open and Jessie frowned at him. “You’re not staying for the party?”
He slipped his sword holster onto his back, pulled it tight. “Will all these people still be here?”
“Of course.”
“Then I'm gone.”
Jessie placed a tray of fresh rounds onto the counter. “It wouldn’t kill you to spend some time with the us,” she murmured, her cheeks flushed pink.
Cloud shrugged, surprising her that he'd heard. “Probably not, but I just can’t make the same guarantee.” He fastened the harness. “When you see Tifa let her know.”
“Let Tifa know what?” The woman in reference emerged through the same swinging doors Jessie had.
Long dark hair cascaded over smooth as silk shoulders, hanging loose as opposed to being tied back in its usual ponytail. In fact, her entire outfit was a sidestep away from her usual attire, and it gave Cloud pause.
Soft, cream colored top and fluttery skirt, bare legs and flat sandals. She looked...fresh...in a sea of unwashed, unkempt roughage. It did strange things to his insides and the quiet Nibleheim accented voice in the back of his brain whispered to him of promises and protection.
He shook his head; dismissed the annoying echo.
Her cinnamon swirled eyes took in the holster on his back and her perfect, pouty lips formed a brief moue of discontentment. “You’re leaving.”
Cloud shook himself. “Yeah.” He shrugged broad shoulders. “I'm not a 'people person', Teef. You know this.”
Her sigh was soft. “I know.”
Jessie reached out and tapped Tifa on the shoulder, her face apologetic. “Sorry, but how do I mix a Myrthil Twist?”
Tifa nodded, gave the other woman an encouraging smile. She leaned over the bartop to issue instruction of some type, and Cloud found his eyes drawn to the sleek curve of her derriere. The thin material of her skirt clung to her curves in a way that was simply sinful. No woman had a right to a body like hers, he thought, shifting in his pants.
She turned suddenly, on her tiptoes, rising against him, reaching up and over his head to grab a bottle of amber colored liquid. “Excuse me,” she murmured, placing one hand on his shoulder and using him as leverage.
Cloud closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh scent of her hair. More and more he found himself finding excuses to touch and be near her. She seemed afflicted with the same urge, and whether it was accidental or intentional he didn’t care. It felt damn good.
She gave a slight grunt and then a satisfied sigh. “There we go.” She dropped down again, her breath tickling the curve of his chin. She hovered for a split second longer than necessary, lips almost touching, then took a step back. “Here, Jessie. Use this.” Over her shoulder, she said, “Well, if you don’t want to stay, I’m certainly not going to force you.”
There was something in her tone that spoke of challenge and he reacted. Like a gauntlet thrown down he picked up her words and used them right back. He stepped closer to her as she gathered used glasses to toss in the sink, one of his hands resting on her hip, the other braced against the bar-top. His breath teased her ear when he spoke. “You couldn’t force me, even if you wanted to.”
She surprised him by leaning back into his touch. “I’d like to think I wouldn’t have to force you…” she whispered.
Cloud swallowed a groan.
Tifa darted a glance over her shoulder, eyes veiled by her long lashes but he swore he saw them twinkle with mischief.
His fingers flexed; body clenched. He bent his head toward the beckoning curve of her neck…
“Refill, Teeeefaaaah!” Drunk, Johnny plowed up to the bar, slammed his mug down.
Jarred,Tifa broke away from Cloud and went to attend her customer. She shook her head, removed the mug and grabbed a napkin. “I think you've had enough,” she replied, wiping the remains of his last drink from his mouth and dabbing his shirt.
“Teeeeefaaaah,” he sighed her name, blinked glassy eyes. “I love you.”
Used to indulging just about every come on imaginable, she deflected easily. “In the condition you're in, Johnny, you'd love a pineapple.”
“Nope,” he shook his head; swayed. “Only you. I've...loved you...since I met you. You...you make me...feel better...”
Cloud scowled, fists tight at his side.
“That's sweet, Johnny. Thank you.”
Buster Sword was right there...
“I could..I could make you happy. Wanna make you happy. Lemmemakeyouhappy?” He straightened, solemn-faced with tears in his eyes. “Please? I could love you so much better than he can!” A wobbly finger jutted towards Cloud.
Tifa made a sympathetic tsk sound in her throat. “Aw, Johnny...”
She really needed to stop saying that guy's name.
“Can I have one kiss? Just one, to say I kissed my true loooove?”
“Johnny--”
“Okay, pal, that's enough,” Cloud pushed his index finger to the other man's forehead, knocking him off the stool and onto his ass.
“Hey!” he spluttered, got tangled up in the legs of the crowd.
“Crap! Johnny, are you okay?” Tifa started around the bar, but found herself halted mid-stride by an unyielding arm around her waist.
“If you're smart, you aren't here when I get back,” Cloud told the other man. “Come with me,” he ordered Tifa, shackling her wrist with his fingers and practically dragging her from the bar.
“Cloud!” She had to quickstep to keep up with him. “Why did you do that?” she asked when they were in the upstairs hallway.
He gave her a level look over his shoulder, but continued his pace. “There are consequences to shit like that.”
“It's not like he hasn't hit on me before,” she pointed out.
Cloud stopped abruptly. Tifa yelped, nearly running into him. “What the hell is your problem?”
“This,” he said, taking her hand and placing it over the front of his fatigues. “Is my problem.”
“Oh.” Tifa blinked.
Not giving her time to digest anything, his mouth was on hers. Demanding, hard, sensual, addicting. All the things she had somehowknownit would be. Her lips parted and his tongue lingered over her lips, then slipped inside, stealing her breath.
Tifa’s fingers tangled in his thick locks, weaving through the surprisingly silky strands, tugging him closer. She gasped into his mouth when his hands clutched her waist, stroking down over her backside, grinding himself against her.
He was thick, heavy, full.
“Tifa,” he whispered.
Dazedly, she replied. “Hmm?”
“Say my name.” He lifted her, his hands cupping her ass.
“Cloud,” she gasped it into his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist.
He licked the spot just below her ear, pressed her back against the wall. “Again.”
“Cloud.”
“Again,” he growled, sucking the lobe of her ear into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth.
“Cloud, Cloud, Cloud,” she chanted as his mouth moved lower, suckling the tendons of her neck. She was pushing at his pants, her palm sliding down the front of him to cup his heavy erection.
He exhaled against her skin. He ran his hands along the smooth perfection of her back, his nails raking slightly. Tifa instinctively bucked against him, tossing her head back. That small action nearly sent him over the edge of control. His body throbbed in response.
Tifa linked her hands behind his neck, molding herself against him as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Cloud’s breath hissed from between clenched teeth. He palmed her back, pressing her closer.
“Cloud,” she murmured against his lips.
His mouth brushed against the pulse of her neck. The brief contact caused her breath to hitch in her throat, and her fingers to involuntarily tighten. She shivered when she felt his tongue swirl against her skin, and warm fingers slid along the curve of her shoulder, dancing along the edge of her top.
“Tell me what to do.” His voice was whisper soft against her ear, sinfully tempting. “Tell me what you want.”
Tifa wasn’t sure of the words to use. How did she tell him that she wanted to feel him inside and all around, that she wanted him in every way possible? So she said, simply, “You. Only you.”
He nipped at her mouth, over and over again, as his warm, firm hands skimmed her overly anxious body. With deliberate touches, he teased her nipples through soft material with his blunt fingers, until they peaked and then he pulled the neckline down, revealing the dusky crown for his pleasure.
One knee shoved hard between her legs, spreading her open, giving him access to her other hidden secrets. He tugged the hem of her skirt up over her thighs, bunching the material at his wrist. He probed her with his fingers, fondling her folds through the lace of her panties. He pressed his thumb against her damp center, watching her face with hooded eyes as he began rubbing.
“Oh, Gods!” Hips lifted of their own accord, silently begging for his touch. She unconsciously rotated against his exploring hand, her soft gasps blending with the muted sounds of the downstairs party. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as he stroked and teased.
His eyes glittered in the shadows. Her scent was rich and thick with desire. He growled, low and deep. “No one else, ever.”
In answer, Tifa lifted her fingers to his face, traced his jaw, up to his golden spikes before tugging at him, pulling his mouth down to hers.
With a low sound he moved partially away from her, so that he could unzip his pants. That done, he closed the gap again. The rough pad of his tongue moved across her flesh, tasting her, sliding across her collar bone and over the soft swell of her breast. He captured the tip between his teeth, rolling her erect nipple between his canines, tugging gently, enjoying her startled gasp.
Cloud lowered his head, moved down her body. He pushed her skirt up further, and crouched between her thighs. At the first touch of his mouth against her damp panties, Tifa arched her back, her fingers splayed in his hair, clutching fistfuls between her fingers. “Cloud!”
She felt his fingers stroking just below his wonderful mouth, sneaking past the elastic and sliding back out, teasing her. Pressure was building, moving within her, pooling low in her abdomen. “Oh, please…please, Cloud…”
“Just like that, say my name again,” he murmured, the very tip of his tongue teasing her.
Splintering, teetering on the edge of control and desperation, she complied, “Cloud...oh, Cloud...”
He cupped her in his hands, pulling her closer to bury his face between her thighs, humming when she squirmed. He grunted when she gripped him, holding him in place as her hips surged and she writhed against his face. She pulled his hair.
Demanding.
Satisfied, Cloud pushed her panties aside, traveling the seam of her most intimate place with his tongue, coaxing forth long drawn out moans and sobs for more.
She was frantic, panting and moaning with her palm pressed to her mouth, trying to silence her increasing volume.
“Don't,” his voice was rough. “Let me hear you.” He lifted one leg over his shoulder, plundered rithlessly with tongue and fingers.
“Cloud! I'm coming, I'm coming,” she cried out, the startled sound punctuated by liquid heat coating his tongue.
Cloud traveled back up her body, slowly easing into her, pressing to the hilt. “Ifrit.” His jaw was clenched, head thrown back, tendons corded. Her body trembled and squeezed, the suction of her release punishing and so damn good.
She clutched at him, her nails digging into his shoulders, her small cries muffled against his chest. Cloud closed his eyes as she wrapped her gloriously long legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against her, undulating her hips as he moved in and out of her. His breathing turned ragged, his heart threatening to burst from his chest with each powerful stroke.
Tight.
Hot.
Wet.
His.
Tifa kissed him hard, moving her tongue in and out of his mouth in the same rhythm that he was moving in and out of her. “Good,” she moaned. “So good.”
He groaned in response. He gripped her hips as he buried himself in her deeper and deeper, harder and faster. He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, his hips increasing tempo. Tifa gave a broken sob of pleasure, so close to orgasm, but he’d take her just to the peak and slowly bring her back down again, tormenting her and thrilling her at the same time.
“Please…” she begged as he moved almost completely out of her, teasing her clit with his fingers.
“Please, what?” He surged back in.
She grit her teeth, wrapped her legs tighter around him, trying to attain some control.
“Please what?” he asked again, voice hoarse.
“Make me come, Cloud,” she moaned.
He gripped her hips in his hands, held her firm as his thrusts increased speed. She was hot and wet, her inner walls pulling at him, hugging his cock tight.
“Cloud,” she cried out, clutching at him. “Say my name!”
He slid all the way out, rubbing the head of his engorged cock against her clit, stroking. “Tifa. My Tifa.”
She arched against him. He lifted her ass off the wall, bringing her up high as he ground against her over and over.
Her fingers dug into the taut muscles of his shoulders, urging him deeper. “Hold on.” He hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her as he buried himself as deep as he could. Her breathless moans and restless movements were driving him mad. He felt scorched by her.
Her inner muscles were clenching again and he groaned, burying his face in her neck.
His movements became almost frantic; long, hard strokes, driving deeper and deeper and with each one the friction and tension were mounting. He felt the endless pressure of her muscles locking around him, blinding him with ecstasy, his body driven to heights of pleasure he had never before imagined.
She made a broken sound, wrapping herself completely around him, locking her legs around his back, lifting into each thrust. “Oh, Gods, Cloud!” She screamed as she came; white hot bliss spiraling through her as he pumped furiously.
Shaken and trembling she barely had time to come down from her release when Cloud dropped them, rolling so that he was on his back and she was straddling him. “Time for me to get what I want,” his breath hissed from his lungs. He framed her hips, pulling her down over him, sliding back inside. “Arch your back. Take me.”
She leaned back and slid herself up and down on him, enjoying the way his lip curled and his eyes rolled. He allowed her to control the pace, and so she did, moving in unhurried rolls. She took him deep and rocked against him, then lifted until she was almost free before sinking back down. His groans and moans were music to her ears. She felt power coursing through her, singing in her veins. Having control, if only for the moment, was like an aphrodisiac.
Cloud grunted when she picked up her rhythm, her hands pressing into his shoulders, her eyes locked on his. He surged up to meet her downward momentum, hands tight on her hips, driving into her, feeling her coming apart in his arms, her cries of release still echoing in his mind. He felt her slick heat spill from her body, coating him. His eyes rolled back in his head as she took on a more aggressive pace, thrusting her hips.
His own orgasm was approaching, but he wanted to feel her release again. He moved his hand, parting the curls at the base of their joining, thumb flicking her swollen clit. “One more, Tifa. Give me one more.”
Tifa rode him harder, leaning forward to bite his shoulder. “Cloud...oh...oh...yes!”
“Tifa!” Cloud exploded, his orgasm slamming through his entire body with the subtlety of 10,000 volts. Every muscle convulsed and jerked, endlessly it seemed, and the world went white before exploding in colors.
Slow, her hips stopped moving, but he didn’t withdraw from her and she seemed in no hurry to move.
Her sultry, breathless laugh tickled his ear. “Are you still not staying for the party?”
“What're you talking about?” he rasped. “We're not done.”
Tifa smiled as his strong arms encircled her. “No?”
“No.” He groaned as she shifted position. “We're taking this somewhere more comfortable, but we're not done.”
Tifa blushed, adjusting her clothing. “I think the others may wonder where we are,” she commented.
“Doubt it.” Cloud tilted his head, eyes twinkling. “Wedge poked his head around the corner a few minutes ago.”
“He did not!”
“He did.”
“Cloud!”
“What?” he shrugged, lips curved and fingers teasing still perked nipples. “He'll cover for us.”
Pleasurable tingles followed the wake of his fingertip. “Oh, you think?”
“Without a doubt,” he said, nuzzling her neck, making her moan.
“What makes you so sure?”
“I'll kick his ass if he doesn't.”
“Oh, well, there is that, I suppose.” Then all thought left her as he took her mouth once more.
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Date: 2010-03-15 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-16 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-15 11:52 pm (UTC)Keep 'em coming!
-Valk
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Date: 2010-03-16 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-17 12:58 am (UTC)-Valk
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Date: 2011-01-06 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-16 01:57 am (UTC)I DIED.
LIKE. SUPER-DIED.
THAT WAS HOT.
OMG.
YOU ARE SO GOOD AT WRITING PORN, I LOVE YOU 8D
/PUTS TO MEMORIES
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Date: 2010-03-16 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-17 10:17 am (UTC)*fans self*
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Date: 2010-03-17 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-03-18 02:04 am (UTC)*^*
Thank you!! **still grinning**
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Date: 2010-03-19 05:48 am (UTC)As for Wedge... I'd love to hear the excuse that he came up with as a cover.
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Date: 2010-03-19 12:19 pm (UTC)