Under the Plates [FFVII: Rude/Tifa, R]
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kinkfestTitle: Under the Plates
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hecatesbrat
Rating: R
Warnings: Shy smut. seriously.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Tifa: sneaking - Just for tonight, it doesn't matter that we're enemies.
Word count: 357
Summary: Tifa and Rude have a super sekrit sex meet-up.
A/N: I'm not happy with this one. i'll be reworking it. the muses took off for the hills after the other prompt was written. i am so sorry. i promise to rewrite this! Beta Work: Cristal
It was late, or so watches and clocks would have proclaimed. There was the garish lighted glow that always lit the atmosphere from being under the plates, and for now it was enough to let them see.
Tifa could see him well enough, despite nearly blending into the shadows. It was his size that made him stand out if anything. Rude was huge and she couldn't help but smile at the Turk's attempt to blend in.
She pretended not to see him watching her as she snuck into the slide housing. It was large enough to accommodate them both with room to spare. This meeting wasn't suppose to be something romantic, something that she could look back on and sigh while tender thoughts of passionate lovemaking filled her mind. No, this night, this meeting that was done in secrecy and stealth - or as much sneaking as one could under the watchful eyes of ShinRa, was going to be rough and brutal in a rough, brutal and warring time.
Rude came because, well, in all simple honesty, he had a crush on her. The request came as a surprise and when he gently inquired as to why him, Tifa would only say that she had a feeling that he could be discreet. The Turk was at times the epitome of discreet.
The dusty playground was the only thing that heard them; the escaped and whispered snatches of conversations.
"Just for tonight, it doesn't matter that we're enemies."
"...I don't consider you an enemy..."
Words fell way into sighs and gasps. Those noises turned into whimpers, moans and the sounds of sex - skin against skin intermingled with wetted body noises. The structure creaked and gave small protests against their actions as the couple's bodies moved faster and slapped against the odd shaped slide dome harder.
She bit and scratched at his skin, leaving marks that would last for days. Tifa's body wouldn't be bruised or marked but she would feel him, feel his actions, his size and his merciless thrusts - long after Rude was gone but she would feel alive in a way that no other made her feel.
Author/Artist:
hecatesbratRating: R
Warnings: Shy smut. seriously.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Tifa: sneaking - Just for tonight, it doesn't matter that we're enemies.
Word count: 357
Summary: Tifa and Rude have a super sekrit sex meet-up.
A/N: I'm not happy with this one. i'll be reworking it. the muses took off for the hills after the other prompt was written. i am so sorry. i promise to rewrite this! Beta Work: Cristal
It was late, or so watches and clocks would have proclaimed. There was the garish lighted glow that always lit the atmosphere from being under the plates, and for now it was enough to let them see.
Tifa could see him well enough, despite nearly blending into the shadows. It was his size that made him stand out if anything. Rude was huge and she couldn't help but smile at the Turk's attempt to blend in.
She pretended not to see him watching her as she snuck into the slide housing. It was large enough to accommodate them both with room to spare. This meeting wasn't suppose to be something romantic, something that she could look back on and sigh while tender thoughts of passionate lovemaking filled her mind. No, this night, this meeting that was done in secrecy and stealth - or as much sneaking as one could under the watchful eyes of ShinRa, was going to be rough and brutal in a rough, brutal and warring time.
Rude came because, well, in all simple honesty, he had a crush on her. The request came as a surprise and when he gently inquired as to why him, Tifa would only say that she had a feeling that he could be discreet. The Turk was at times the epitome of discreet.
The dusty playground was the only thing that heard them; the escaped and whispered snatches of conversations.
"Just for tonight, it doesn't matter that we're enemies."
"...I don't consider you an enemy..."
Words fell way into sighs and gasps. Those noises turned into whimpers, moans and the sounds of sex - skin against skin intermingled with wetted body noises. The structure creaked and gave small protests against their actions as the couple's bodies moved faster and slapped against the odd shaped slide dome harder.
She bit and scratched at his skin, leaving marks that would last for days. Tifa's body wouldn't be bruised or marked but she would feel him, feel his actions, his size and his merciless thrusts - long after Rude was gone but she would feel alive in a way that no other made her feel.
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