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kinkfestTitle: The World Outside
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Rating: PG13
Warnings: None, really
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Tifa/Cloud, Comfort Sex, “Holy Failed, and they only they have 24 hours to live.”
A/N: Probably not what the requester had in mind. I apologize, but do hope it's still enjoyed.
The world outside was chaos.
Windows busted from shops and stores, fires and sirens, screams of the panicked and the sobs of the grief stricken. The beaches were empty and the cobbled streets were literally littered with people crying and desperate to get away, to get home. But ships and flights were cancelled and those people left here, were stuck here.
It was a sad sight and it made Tifa's chest ache, but then a warm hand circled her wrist, tugged her closer and blue eyes found hers. His voice, when he spoke, was gentle. "Nothing we can do for them. Come on."
Tifa followed, her fingers now laced between his. He smiled at her over his shoulder and since it was such a rare, beautiful, thing that she forgot everything around her and smiled back.
Cloud stopped at an unattended vending stand and opened the cooler to snag a couple of bottles of ridiculously expensive Icicle Inn imported water and a bucket of ice. Then, as an afterthought snatched one of the blooming flowers used as decoration on the cart and tucked it behind her ear. Blushing, she leaned her head into his shoulder and they walked once more.
The bungalow was shaded and cool when they got inside, and Tifa let out a soft sigh of relief. It felt good. Behind her Cloud made a soft grunt--probably amusement--and settled his hands on her shoulders, his lips on the nape of her neck.
She turned in his arms, her hands moving along his chest and shoulders until her fingers found tunnels in his thick spikes.
His eyes were tender, his expression soft, and he looked so young when he confessed, "I always planned this place on being a honeymoon present."
Her lips quirked, her stomach flipped, and she tilted her head. "I was always curious."
He nuzzled the spot below her ear. "I knew...before I knew," he said. And to anyone else that wouldn't have made sense, but she understood.
"It's a nice present," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him, to hold him close.
"I'm glad you said yes," he murmured and for the first time since they'd emerged from the Northern Crater, his voice seemed heavy.
Like she would have said no, she thought.
Cloud had asked her when they realized Holy had failed. Meteor was coming and there was nothing left to do but wait for the inevitable end. At first, she had thought he was kidding, but when he'd motioned to Cid standing at the cockpit wheel, she realized he was serious.
Barret had given her away and Yuffie and Cait had wept like babies. Vincent had wished them a lifetime of happiness, and as jokes went, it was morbid--and pretty damn funny. Nanaki had given her four beads from his mane. They were for happiness, luck, wisdom, and love.
She touched them now, braided into her hair. Seeing the motion, Cloud lifted his fingers to her cheek. "They're okay," he said.
"I know." And they were. As okay as they could be, she supposed. Saying goodbye had been harder than she'd ever imagined it could be, but everyone was where they were supposed to be. Nanaki was back with Bugen in Cosmo Canyon and Yuffie was in Wutai (probably stealing all the materia from the vault), Cid was with Shera, Vincent had taken off to wherever Vincent went, and Barret had taken Cait to Kalm. To Marlene.
She had cried when she'd said goodbye to Barret, and he'd cried too, but when he had whispered to her: "Ain't no getting off this train," she knew that he'd be okay. And he'd make it okay for Marlene, too.
So they'd parted. Defeated heroes of the Planet to find their last moments of happiness.
Cloud had offered to take her to Nibleheim. She had refused.
Nibleheim held no happy memories for them, although thinking about the place actually helped her deal with the events happening now. For two people that had witnessed the most horrible of atrocities and endured perversions that remained unspoken, the fiery end of the world seemed almost par for the course.
So they came here. To sunshine and beaches and ocean views. To where the sky was tinted pink but not blanketed red. To where, within minutes of entering the bungalow, clothing became a non-option.
The world outside was quaking.
But her world consisted of strong arms and endless blue and the slow burn of skin on skin. The whisper of her name against her pulse, the tug of a hand in her hair and the sharp crest of pleasure with each movement.
Her world was not crumbling beneath oppressive gravity, but soaring and breaking in ways that filled her heart. He kissed her like they had forever. Whatever eloquence Cloud lacked in words, he made up for in touch.
His hands whispered how he adored her, his mouth stated claim on her skin, and his eyes declared unconditional love, devotion and faith.
The world outside trembled and the ocean roared.
Her world remained strong and steady and sky blue.
He gripped her hips and rocked into her while she kissed his mouth, his ears, his stubborn jaw. He teased and joked and rolled them around the bed like playful kittens. She wrapped herself around him, and wrapped him in her heart.
They drank water and made love.
They laughed and touched and kissed.
The world outside screamed.
She sighed his name.
Hours would never be enough; a lifetime--ten thousand lifetimes--would never be enough, but it was what they had and they made every minute count. There was no tears. He'd kissed them all away before they'd begun.
No regrets.
They'd tried. They'd failed in saving the planet, but they'd succeeded in something else. Something fleeting and precious and worth fighting and dying for all over again.
The world outside began to fall and the waves crushed and the ground broke.
"I'll find you," she whispered, cupping his face and holding onto her endless sky.
He smiled, pulled her close and secured her against him. "You won't have to," he whispered.
The world outside exploded.
Author:
windrider1Rating: PG13
Warnings: None, really
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Tifa/Cloud, Comfort Sex, “Holy Failed, and they only they have 24 hours to live.”
A/N: Probably not what the requester had in mind. I apologize, but do hope it's still enjoyed.
The world outside was chaos.
Windows busted from shops and stores, fires and sirens, screams of the panicked and the sobs of the grief stricken. The beaches were empty and the cobbled streets were literally littered with people crying and desperate to get away, to get home. But ships and flights were cancelled and those people left here, were stuck here.
It was a sad sight and it made Tifa's chest ache, but then a warm hand circled her wrist, tugged her closer and blue eyes found hers. His voice, when he spoke, was gentle. "Nothing we can do for them. Come on."
Tifa followed, her fingers now laced between his. He smiled at her over his shoulder and since it was such a rare, beautiful, thing that she forgot everything around her and smiled back.
Cloud stopped at an unattended vending stand and opened the cooler to snag a couple of bottles of ridiculously expensive Icicle Inn imported water and a bucket of ice. Then, as an afterthought snatched one of the blooming flowers used as decoration on the cart and tucked it behind her ear. Blushing, she leaned her head into his shoulder and they walked once more.
The bungalow was shaded and cool when they got inside, and Tifa let out a soft sigh of relief. It felt good. Behind her Cloud made a soft grunt--probably amusement--and settled his hands on her shoulders, his lips on the nape of her neck.
She turned in his arms, her hands moving along his chest and shoulders until her fingers found tunnels in his thick spikes.
His eyes were tender, his expression soft, and he looked so young when he confessed, "I always planned this place on being a honeymoon present."
Her lips quirked, her stomach flipped, and she tilted her head. "I was always curious."
He nuzzled the spot below her ear. "I knew...before I knew," he said. And to anyone else that wouldn't have made sense, but she understood.
"It's a nice present," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him, to hold him close.
"I'm glad you said yes," he murmured and for the first time since they'd emerged from the Northern Crater, his voice seemed heavy.
Like she would have said no, she thought.
Cloud had asked her when they realized Holy had failed. Meteor was coming and there was nothing left to do but wait for the inevitable end. At first, she had thought he was kidding, but when he'd motioned to Cid standing at the cockpit wheel, she realized he was serious.
Barret had given her away and Yuffie and Cait had wept like babies. Vincent had wished them a lifetime of happiness, and as jokes went, it was morbid--and pretty damn funny. Nanaki had given her four beads from his mane. They were for happiness, luck, wisdom, and love.
She touched them now, braided into her hair. Seeing the motion, Cloud lifted his fingers to her cheek. "They're okay," he said.
"I know." And they were. As okay as they could be, she supposed. Saying goodbye had been harder than she'd ever imagined it could be, but everyone was where they were supposed to be. Nanaki was back with Bugen in Cosmo Canyon and Yuffie was in Wutai (probably stealing all the materia from the vault), Cid was with Shera, Vincent had taken off to wherever Vincent went, and Barret had taken Cait to Kalm. To Marlene.
She had cried when she'd said goodbye to Barret, and he'd cried too, but when he had whispered to her: "Ain't no getting off this train," she knew that he'd be okay. And he'd make it okay for Marlene, too.
So they'd parted. Defeated heroes of the Planet to find their last moments of happiness.
Cloud had offered to take her to Nibleheim. She had refused.
Nibleheim held no happy memories for them, although thinking about the place actually helped her deal with the events happening now. For two people that had witnessed the most horrible of atrocities and endured perversions that remained unspoken, the fiery end of the world seemed almost par for the course.
So they came here. To sunshine and beaches and ocean views. To where the sky was tinted pink but not blanketed red. To where, within minutes of entering the bungalow, clothing became a non-option.
The world outside was quaking.
But her world consisted of strong arms and endless blue and the slow burn of skin on skin. The whisper of her name against her pulse, the tug of a hand in her hair and the sharp crest of pleasure with each movement.
Her world was not crumbling beneath oppressive gravity, but soaring and breaking in ways that filled her heart. He kissed her like they had forever. Whatever eloquence Cloud lacked in words, he made up for in touch.
His hands whispered how he adored her, his mouth stated claim on her skin, and his eyes declared unconditional love, devotion and faith.
The world outside trembled and the ocean roared.
Her world remained strong and steady and sky blue.
He gripped her hips and rocked into her while she kissed his mouth, his ears, his stubborn jaw. He teased and joked and rolled them around the bed like playful kittens. She wrapped herself around him, and wrapped him in her heart.
They drank water and made love.
They laughed and touched and kissed.
The world outside screamed.
She sighed his name.
Hours would never be enough; a lifetime--ten thousand lifetimes--would never be enough, but it was what they had and they made every minute count. There was no tears. He'd kissed them all away before they'd begun.
No regrets.
They'd tried. They'd failed in saving the planet, but they'd succeeded in something else. Something fleeting and precious and worth fighting and dying for all over again.
The world outside began to fall and the waves crushed and the ground broke.
"I'll find you," she whispered, cupping his face and holding onto her endless sky.
He smiled, pulled her close and secured her against him. "You won't have to," he whispered.
The world outside exploded.
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