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Rising Early (Final Fantasy VII; Tifa/Yuffie; NC-17)
Title: Rising Early
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leviathanmirror
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex.
Word count: 764
Summary: Waking up isn't always unpleasant.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/(Choice): Mutual masturbation.
A/N: Originally for July 11th. I'm sorry this is late, I've been preoccupied with a personal issue.
Tifa has always been an early riser. This doesn't mean she is never tempted to stay in bed, although she rarely has reason to. Today, right now, she does. She is warmer than usual, almost uncomfortably so but this tempered by a different sort of comfort; one of Yuffie's callused hands rests on her hip, thumb absently stroking over her skin, the other tangled in her hair.
Yuffie is on the brink of wakefulness, her eyes still closed but her breathing is neither deep nor even, and her fingers are carefully flexing in Tifa's hair and stroking over her skin. Tifa watches her rest, feeling her heartbeat against her skin and smiles as her grey eyes flicker open and closed in an attempt to hold onto sleep.
She presses a soft kiss to Yuffie's closed mouth and does not say good morning.
She knows when Yuffie is fully awake because the hand on her hip moves to stroke her thigh. The mischief clear in the curve of her lips and half-lidded eyes leaves Tifa feeling uncomfortably warm in a way that has nothing to do with the overstuffed quilt. She shifts, parting her legs enough for one of Yuffie's hands to slip between them in invitation.
Yuffie ignores it, clever little fingers carefully reacquainting themselves with the soft skin of her legs, going as far down as her knees and back up to her hips, first the outer leg and then inner until she's just a hairsbreadth from where Tifa wants her. Her other hand tightens in the hair at the back of Tifa's head, pulling her into a forceful kiss that Tifa gasps into when Yuffie finally slides the tips of her fingers over her clit.
She parts her legs further in anticipation, Yuffie brushes her fingertips teasingly over her again, hesitates for a handful of seconds then mutters, "screw it, it's too early," and pushes two fingers into her. Tifa rocks her hips into Yuffie's hand, moaning as the calloused thumb that had been so comforting against her hip finds her clit.
Yuffie's fingers thrust into her in erratically, sometimes sliding in to the second knuckle, sometimes her fingertips barely penetrating making Tifa arch into her hand, wanting more. The inconsistency drives her to rock her hips hard for the elusive touch, one hand seeking out Yuffie's hip and holding with bruising force so she can't pull away.
Yuffie laughs a little breathlessly and begins flexing her fingers as Tifa's hips rise to meet her hand, thumb pressing just that much more insistently as it rubs over her clit; the hand in her hair tightens and tugs, pulling her head back. She comes hard, crying out sharply and grabbing at Yuffie's wrist with her free hand.
Yuffie is smiling mischievously at her as she relaxes. She might call it a smirk if Yuffie wasn't breathing so hard, didn't look so wanting.
She doesn't wait to fully catch her breath, first slipping her fingers between her own legs to moisten them before pushing her own hand between Yuffie's legs. There isn't any surprised resistance, just Yuffie letting Tifa part them and begin touching her. Where Yuffie is playful and teasing, unafraid to be a little rough, Tifa is straightforward and giving. She rubs her damp fingers gently over Yuffie's clit, unwilling to push into her entrance before Yuffie is completely ready for her.
She waits for the telltale motion of Yuffie's hips grinding in her hand before mimicking Yuffie's earlier position, sliding two fingers inside, that Yuffie immediately tightens around, and letting her thumb continues brushing over Yuffie's clit.
When Yuffie relaxes she begins sliding her fingers in and out, slow and careful until Yuffie's slender hips roll up against her hand. Tifa doesn't wait for Yuffie to be close to orgasm to begin curling her fingers up; she does it every time she slides her fingers in, never quite as deep as Yuffie would go with her smaller hands. She is consistent and purposeful as she pushes her fingers into Yuffie again and again and again, changing pace as Yuffie spreads her legs wide and begins arching her hips up hard.
Yuffie is quiet when she orgasms, just a soft gasp amidst her heavy breathing. She presses a soft kiss to her forehead, tasting sweat, and holds her until she catches her breath.
"Good morning," Tifa says, smiling, once Yuffie is fully relaxed again.
She rolls on her side, tucking her head underneath Tifa's chin, "That was so cheesy."
"I'm sorry," she replies, laughing.
"...I'll forgive you if you make me breakfast."
Author/Artist:
leviathanmirrorRating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex.
Word count: 764
Summary: Waking up isn't always unpleasant.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/(Choice): Mutual masturbation.
A/N: Originally for July 11th. I'm sorry this is late, I've been preoccupied with a personal issue.
Tifa has always been an early riser. This doesn't mean she is never tempted to stay in bed, although she rarely has reason to. Today, right now, she does. She is warmer than usual, almost uncomfortably so but this tempered by a different sort of comfort; one of Yuffie's callused hands rests on her hip, thumb absently stroking over her skin, the other tangled in her hair.
Yuffie is on the brink of wakefulness, her eyes still closed but her breathing is neither deep nor even, and her fingers are carefully flexing in Tifa's hair and stroking over her skin. Tifa watches her rest, feeling her heartbeat against her skin and smiles as her grey eyes flicker open and closed in an attempt to hold onto sleep.
She presses a soft kiss to Yuffie's closed mouth and does not say good morning.
She knows when Yuffie is fully awake because the hand on her hip moves to stroke her thigh. The mischief clear in the curve of her lips and half-lidded eyes leaves Tifa feeling uncomfortably warm in a way that has nothing to do with the overstuffed quilt. She shifts, parting her legs enough for one of Yuffie's hands to slip between them in invitation.
Yuffie ignores it, clever little fingers carefully reacquainting themselves with the soft skin of her legs, going as far down as her knees and back up to her hips, first the outer leg and then inner until she's just a hairsbreadth from where Tifa wants her. Her other hand tightens in the hair at the back of Tifa's head, pulling her into a forceful kiss that Tifa gasps into when Yuffie finally slides the tips of her fingers over her clit.
She parts her legs further in anticipation, Yuffie brushes her fingertips teasingly over her again, hesitates for a handful of seconds then mutters, "screw it, it's too early," and pushes two fingers into her. Tifa rocks her hips into Yuffie's hand, moaning as the calloused thumb that had been so comforting against her hip finds her clit.
Yuffie's fingers thrust into her in erratically, sometimes sliding in to the second knuckle, sometimes her fingertips barely penetrating making Tifa arch into her hand, wanting more. The inconsistency drives her to rock her hips hard for the elusive touch, one hand seeking out Yuffie's hip and holding with bruising force so she can't pull away.
Yuffie laughs a little breathlessly and begins flexing her fingers as Tifa's hips rise to meet her hand, thumb pressing just that much more insistently as it rubs over her clit; the hand in her hair tightens and tugs, pulling her head back. She comes hard, crying out sharply and grabbing at Yuffie's wrist with her free hand.
Yuffie is smiling mischievously at her as she relaxes. She might call it a smirk if Yuffie wasn't breathing so hard, didn't look so wanting.
She doesn't wait to fully catch her breath, first slipping her fingers between her own legs to moisten them before pushing her own hand between Yuffie's legs. There isn't any surprised resistance, just Yuffie letting Tifa part them and begin touching her. Where Yuffie is playful and teasing, unafraid to be a little rough, Tifa is straightforward and giving. She rubs her damp fingers gently over Yuffie's clit, unwilling to push into her entrance before Yuffie is completely ready for her.
She waits for the telltale motion of Yuffie's hips grinding in her hand before mimicking Yuffie's earlier position, sliding two fingers inside, that Yuffie immediately tightens around, and letting her thumb continues brushing over Yuffie's clit.
When Yuffie relaxes she begins sliding her fingers in and out, slow and careful until Yuffie's slender hips roll up against her hand. Tifa doesn't wait for Yuffie to be close to orgasm to begin curling her fingers up; she does it every time she slides her fingers in, never quite as deep as Yuffie would go with her smaller hands. She is consistent and purposeful as she pushes her fingers into Yuffie again and again and again, changing pace as Yuffie spreads her legs wide and begins arching her hips up hard.
Yuffie is quiet when she orgasms, just a soft gasp amidst her heavy breathing. She presses a soft kiss to her forehead, tasting sweat, and holds her until she catches her breath.
"Good morning," Tifa says, smiling, once Yuffie is fully relaxed again.
She rolls on her side, tucking her head underneath Tifa's chin, "That was so cheesy."
"I'm sorry," she replies, laughing.
"...I'll forgive you if you make me breakfast."