Bubble Bath [FFVII; Tifa x Zack (NC-17)]
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kinkfestTitle: Bubble Bath
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windrider1
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: July 15th: Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Tifa, bubbles – That one spot between shoulder blades was always the most sensitive.
Word count: 827
Warnings: Sexual Situations
AN: Cracky little bit of fun that takes place in an AU universe.
Tifa wasn't the type to indulge herself in very many things. Most of her life she had sacrificed her luxury to see to the comfort of others, but there was one little self-indulgence that she savored and took—greedily--whenever offered and that was a steaming bubble bath.
Like the one she was in right now.
She leaned back against the porcelain and sighed, although, even to her own ears it sounded very much like a moan. Closing her eyes she lifted her leg, stretched aching muscles and grinned at the feeling of wet bubbles slipping against her skin.
“That is just damn sexy.”
Eyes springing open, Tifa snapped her head towards the door. “Zack!” Mortified, she shifted lower in the water, bubbles to her chin. “What are you doing?”
Laughing blue eyes crinkled at the edges and his smile was so very sensual. He lifted the fluffy towel in his hands. “Brought you this.”
“Okay, great, thanks. Just—just set it on the sink and go.” Her face must have been crimson. She could lie and pretend it was the heat, but it was the way he was staring at her. Like he could see through the froth to the skin beneath.
One dark brow arched. “Sure I can't wash your back for you?”
The idea made her shiver. His hands, strong, sure, firm, smoothing over her wet skin... “Zack,” she swallowed and shook her head. “The others--”
“Have all gone to dinner,” he said, closing the door and turning the lock. He tugged his shirt from his belt.
“Zack, what...are you doing?”
Smirking he lifted the edges up and over flexing abs and across a broad chest before flinging the shirt into the corner. “I don't want my clothes to get wet,” he told her, his teeth flashing in his devil-may-care-grin.
When he leaned over the edge of the tub and kissed her, she melted. Her willpower, she noticed, had taken a dramatic decline where Zack Fair was concerned. She'd have to work on that.
His hands dipped into the water, smoothed over her arms, shoulders, and along her back.
After the bath, she amended. Then she'd work on resolve...
He lingered over the space between her shoulder-blades, watching as her skin quivered. That spot was always one of her most sensitive, and to have him touching, teasing...she gasped a little.
“Lean back,” he murmured into her mouth, and eyes hazy, she complied.
Zack grabbed the washcloth she'd placed on the faucet and dipped it in the suds. Watching her face he stroked her shoulders, her neck, then lower.
Erect, her nipples poked through the bubbles, making her flush with embarrassment and causing Zack to lick his lips. He set the washcloth aside, rubbed his thumbs over the pert buds and made a soft growl in his throat. “Gods, Tifa, you have no idea...” he chuckled but it was breathy, heavy.
Restless, she fidgeted in the water, soaking in the heat and his touch.
“Tifa...” he bent his head, licked the steam damp shell of her ear. “Spread your legs.”
Trusting him, and his touch, she did as he instructed, gasping a little at her exposure to the hot water. Zack watched her with faintly glowing eyes as he rolled the soap between his fingers. Kissing her again, he slipped his hand beneath the water, and slick, slid his fingers against her swollen flesh.
Arching, Tifa reflexively clutched his hair, panted his name.
She felt him smile as his thumb rubbed quick, hard circles over her her clit. She should have been startled by her eager response, but she wasn't. Zack always had that effect on her. She was aching, throbbing and needy more hours out of the day than she cared to think about.
Adjusting his wrist, Zack pressed a finger deep, then two.
“Oh...” Tifa splashed, gripped the sides of the tub.
“Hold on,” Zack whispered, curling his fingers.
“Zack!”
Harder, he pushed, pumped and used his hand to edge her closer. He pinched her nipple with his free hand, and she was done. She came hard, her head pressed back against the rim and her heels pushed into the basin. She clutched the slick sides of the tub and gave a shaky moan as he didn't relent, but instead slowed his thrusting, and continued his rubbing and another orgasm rolled over her, right behind the first.
When the stars finally blinked from her eyes she saw him grinning down at her. She studied him for a moment before saying, “You got wet anyway.”
Zack gave his soaked pants a dismissive glance. “Worth it.”
Smiling, Tifa silently agreed. She watched him pick up his shirt, but before he could put it back on, she offered, “You know...this tub is big enough for two...”
With a whoop, Zack hopped into the tub—pants and all.
Author:
windrider1Rating: NC-17
Prompt: July 15th: Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Tifa, bubbles – That one spot between shoulder blades was always the most sensitive.
Word count: 827
Warnings: Sexual Situations
AN: Cracky little bit of fun that takes place in an AU universe.
Tifa wasn't the type to indulge herself in very many things. Most of her life she had sacrificed her luxury to see to the comfort of others, but there was one little self-indulgence that she savored and took—greedily--whenever offered and that was a steaming bubble bath.
Like the one she was in right now.
She leaned back against the porcelain and sighed, although, even to her own ears it sounded very much like a moan. Closing her eyes she lifted her leg, stretched aching muscles and grinned at the feeling of wet bubbles slipping against her skin.
“That is just damn sexy.”
Eyes springing open, Tifa snapped her head towards the door. “Zack!” Mortified, she shifted lower in the water, bubbles to her chin. “What are you doing?”
Laughing blue eyes crinkled at the edges and his smile was so very sensual. He lifted the fluffy towel in his hands. “Brought you this.”
“Okay, great, thanks. Just—just set it on the sink and go.” Her face must have been crimson. She could lie and pretend it was the heat, but it was the way he was staring at her. Like he could see through the froth to the skin beneath.
One dark brow arched. “Sure I can't wash your back for you?”
The idea made her shiver. His hands, strong, sure, firm, smoothing over her wet skin... “Zack,” she swallowed and shook her head. “The others--”
“Have all gone to dinner,” he said, closing the door and turning the lock. He tugged his shirt from his belt.
“Zack, what...are you doing?”
Smirking he lifted the edges up and over flexing abs and across a broad chest before flinging the shirt into the corner. “I don't want my clothes to get wet,” he told her, his teeth flashing in his devil-may-care-grin.
When he leaned over the edge of the tub and kissed her, she melted. Her willpower, she noticed, had taken a dramatic decline where Zack Fair was concerned. She'd have to work on that.
His hands dipped into the water, smoothed over her arms, shoulders, and along her back.
After the bath, she amended. Then she'd work on resolve...
He lingered over the space between her shoulder-blades, watching as her skin quivered. That spot was always one of her most sensitive, and to have him touching, teasing...she gasped a little.
“Lean back,” he murmured into her mouth, and eyes hazy, she complied.
Zack grabbed the washcloth she'd placed on the faucet and dipped it in the suds. Watching her face he stroked her shoulders, her neck, then lower.
Erect, her nipples poked through the bubbles, making her flush with embarrassment and causing Zack to lick his lips. He set the washcloth aside, rubbed his thumbs over the pert buds and made a soft growl in his throat. “Gods, Tifa, you have no idea...” he chuckled but it was breathy, heavy.
Restless, she fidgeted in the water, soaking in the heat and his touch.
“Tifa...” he bent his head, licked the steam damp shell of her ear. “Spread your legs.”
Trusting him, and his touch, she did as he instructed, gasping a little at her exposure to the hot water. Zack watched her with faintly glowing eyes as he rolled the soap between his fingers. Kissing her again, he slipped his hand beneath the water, and slick, slid his fingers against her swollen flesh.
Arching, Tifa reflexively clutched his hair, panted his name.
She felt him smile as his thumb rubbed quick, hard circles over her her clit. She should have been startled by her eager response, but she wasn't. Zack always had that effect on her. She was aching, throbbing and needy more hours out of the day than she cared to think about.
Adjusting his wrist, Zack pressed a finger deep, then two.
“Oh...” Tifa splashed, gripped the sides of the tub.
“Hold on,” Zack whispered, curling his fingers.
“Zack!”
Harder, he pushed, pumped and used his hand to edge her closer. He pinched her nipple with his free hand, and she was done. She came hard, her head pressed back against the rim and her heels pushed into the basin. She clutched the slick sides of the tub and gave a shaky moan as he didn't relent, but instead slowed his thrusting, and continued his rubbing and another orgasm rolled over her, right behind the first.
When the stars finally blinked from her eyes she saw him grinning down at her. She studied him for a moment before saying, “You got wet anyway.”
Zack gave his soaked pants a dismissive glance. “Worth it.”
Smiling, Tifa silently agreed. She watched him pick up his shirt, but before he could put it back on, she offered, “You know...this tub is big enough for two...”
With a whoop, Zack hopped into the tub—pants and all.
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Date: 2010-07-15 08:37 pm (UTC)I LOVE YOU.
Thank you, you have no idea how this brightened my lousy week. I'm so glad you took this prompt **hugs tight** Thank you so, so much!
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Date: 2010-07-15 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 04:23 am (UTC)Whee! Your Zack is such a lovable (and dead sexeh) brat!
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 09:26 pm (UTC)Zack watched her with faintly glowing eyes as he rolled the soap between his fingers. Kissing her again, he slipped his hand beneath the water, and slick, slid his fingers against her swollen flesh.
Did he use the soap as lube? *cringes* thats gotta sting!
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