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kinkfestTitle: The need within
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aliale
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Genre: Romance
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Doing it all night long;it just one of those nights-- drenched in sweat,stained sheets,but we keep on loving
Word count: 921
Summary: It wasn't unusual for them to enjoy themselves through the whole night; after all, they knew how transitory life can be,
A/N: x-posted to my LJ.
It was one of those nights.
Right after he came back, gone for a day, an hour or even a minute too long. Right after when he’d step into their house and home, the scent of dust and wind heavy on his skin. His sharp eyes would find her easy, sitting at the bar and waiting for his return.
He told her a million times already, not to wait up and get rest. She ignored him and always welcomed him home.
And it was right after she’d reach out to him, impatient fingers and willing mouth, that they’d tumble clumsily to the bed, her legs already wound around his hips and he himself fighting for composure; that night shirt she wore was his favorite, he wasn’t willing to rip it to shreds.
The sheets were always cold at first.
There would be small sounds escaping her lips; not whimpers or mewls, no, because Tifa didn’t mewl. But instead, they were soft and strong, they were his name and small orders and he swore they tasted sweet. He licked them away from her lips, feel them vibrate through her whole body as he kissed the dip between heavy breast.
She’d writhe under him, his hand between her legs and fingers barely brushing against swollen flesh, and with the most impatient tug on gold hair, she demanded more. Thumb rolling against clit, he’d slip in one, two fingers and enjoy the way she’d press herself down against his hand. Soon her hips would jerk, and Tifa’s breath would turn to short and torn, fists full of golden hair.
And he was always willing to bring her to the end of the world.
Catching her breath, she’d roll him over and Cloud would learn that the sheets were no longer cold; instead there was her warmth and the damp imprint of her body. It would smell of clean detergent and sweat and her sex; and it would slowly settle on his own skin.
Her hair always fell into her face then; the lovely gold and red of her eyes hidden, but each strand would tease and tickle and caress as she kissed and nibbled her way down his body. Breaths were hot and heavy; strong, fighter’s hands holding his hips down before the first lick came.
Time and world always blurred by then.
Only her could ever make him this needy, to the point where he wanted to feel every inch of her skin and taste every flavor her body held.
Only her would ever demand more when his touch became bruising, when he’d press and grind and she would take and the torn gasps of yes, yes, right there would be all Cloud ever wanted to hear.
Only her could make him feel this powerful and this vulnerable in the same time, her body shivering, trembling underneath his and urging let go, let go, come, fall with me to the moment where everything became only him and her and nothing else existed.
The high moon would tint his hair silver – already heavy with sweat and twisted by impatient fingers – and reflect in deadly glow in his eyes; as he watched her on top of him, dark and glorious, as Tifa’s fingers grazed perk nipples, brushed the softness of breasts and lower. Dipped between damp curls and touched herself, touched him buried deep inside her.
The rolls of her hips were like waves then; slow and deep, treacherous and dragging him deep under. Cloud willingly drowned in the sensations, watching from under half-closed eyes, as she touched herself, as her lips parted and she’d lick them every now and then.
Her skin was slick and dark hair stuck to her shoulders and neck, sweat clinging to the tips of her lashes before falling onto flushed cheeks; and as she rode him, slow and slower and then fast, as his name was the only thing she repeated and it came out husky, desperate, Tifa was the most erotic sight he ever saw.
And at the last moment, he’d sit up, gathering her in his embrace.
They’d continue all night long; till the air was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, warmed both by the rising sun and the heat from their bodies. Till she would lay, chest heavy and body sated, right next to him. Till she’d reach for him hand and he’d twine shaking fingers together, fighting for his own breath.
Cloud would move only when she exhaled loudly, red eyes fixed on the golden star outside of her window; he’d gather her, soft and pliant, for the last few minutes. He’d press a kiss to that one spot on the base of her neck and she’d purr in that sweet way of her; the reality still seemed far away, in the warm haze of a new born day and a night full of sex.
And as always, Tifa would be the one to get up first, moves fluid and graceful and he loved how the sun was reflected on the smooth legs. She forgot long ago how it was to be embarrassed while naked in front of him and no matter how many times Cloud saw her – he was still cut short of breath whenever he saw her.
She’d stop by the door, hand on the brass knob, before throwing him a look over one shoulder. There was always a twinkle in her eyes each single time she said it was ok for him to join her for the early shower.
Author:
alialeRating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Genre: Romance
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Doing it all night long;it just one of those nights-- drenched in sweat,stained sheets,but we keep on loving
Word count: 921
Summary: It wasn't unusual for them to enjoy themselves through the whole night; after all, they knew how transitory life can be,
A/N: x-posted to my LJ.
It was one of those nights.
Right after he came back, gone for a day, an hour or even a minute too long. Right after when he’d step into their house and home, the scent of dust and wind heavy on his skin. His sharp eyes would find her easy, sitting at the bar and waiting for his return.
He told her a million times already, not to wait up and get rest. She ignored him and always welcomed him home.
And it was right after she’d reach out to him, impatient fingers and willing mouth, that they’d tumble clumsily to the bed, her legs already wound around his hips and he himself fighting for composure; that night shirt she wore was his favorite, he wasn’t willing to rip it to shreds.
The sheets were always cold at first.
There would be small sounds escaping her lips; not whimpers or mewls, no, because Tifa didn’t mewl. But instead, they were soft and strong, they were his name and small orders and he swore they tasted sweet. He licked them away from her lips, feel them vibrate through her whole body as he kissed the dip between heavy breast.
She’d writhe under him, his hand between her legs and fingers barely brushing against swollen flesh, and with the most impatient tug on gold hair, she demanded more. Thumb rolling against clit, he’d slip in one, two fingers and enjoy the way she’d press herself down against his hand. Soon her hips would jerk, and Tifa’s breath would turn to short and torn, fists full of golden hair.
And he was always willing to bring her to the end of the world.
Catching her breath, she’d roll him over and Cloud would learn that the sheets were no longer cold; instead there was her warmth and the damp imprint of her body. It would smell of clean detergent and sweat and her sex; and it would slowly settle on his own skin.
Her hair always fell into her face then; the lovely gold and red of her eyes hidden, but each strand would tease and tickle and caress as she kissed and nibbled her way down his body. Breaths were hot and heavy; strong, fighter’s hands holding his hips down before the first lick came.
Time and world always blurred by then.
Only her could ever make him this needy, to the point where he wanted to feel every inch of her skin and taste every flavor her body held.
Only her would ever demand more when his touch became bruising, when he’d press and grind and she would take and the torn gasps of yes, yes, right there would be all Cloud ever wanted to hear.
Only her could make him feel this powerful and this vulnerable in the same time, her body shivering, trembling underneath his and urging let go, let go, come, fall with me to the moment where everything became only him and her and nothing else existed.
The high moon would tint his hair silver – already heavy with sweat and twisted by impatient fingers – and reflect in deadly glow in his eyes; as he watched her on top of him, dark and glorious, as Tifa’s fingers grazed perk nipples, brushed the softness of breasts and lower. Dipped between damp curls and touched herself, touched him buried deep inside her.
The rolls of her hips were like waves then; slow and deep, treacherous and dragging him deep under. Cloud willingly drowned in the sensations, watching from under half-closed eyes, as she touched herself, as her lips parted and she’d lick them every now and then.
Her skin was slick and dark hair stuck to her shoulders and neck, sweat clinging to the tips of her lashes before falling onto flushed cheeks; and as she rode him, slow and slower and then fast, as his name was the only thing she repeated and it came out husky, desperate, Tifa was the most erotic sight he ever saw.
And at the last moment, he’d sit up, gathering her in his embrace.
They’d continue all night long; till the air was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, warmed both by the rising sun and the heat from their bodies. Till she would lay, chest heavy and body sated, right next to him. Till she’d reach for him hand and he’d twine shaking fingers together, fighting for his own breath.
Cloud would move only when she exhaled loudly, red eyes fixed on the golden star outside of her window; he’d gather her, soft and pliant, for the last few minutes. He’d press a kiss to that one spot on the base of her neck and she’d purr in that sweet way of her; the reality still seemed far away, in the warm haze of a new born day and a night full of sex.
And as always, Tifa would be the one to get up first, moves fluid and graceful and he loved how the sun was reflected on the smooth legs. She forgot long ago how it was to be embarrassed while naked in front of him and no matter how many times Cloud saw her – he was still cut short of breath whenever he saw her.
She’d stop by the door, hand on the brass knob, before throwing him a look over one shoulder. There was always a twinkle in her eyes each single time she said it was ok for him to join her for the early shower.
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