Ropes of Revenge (Final Fantasy VII)

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Title: Ropes of Revenge

Characters: Cloud/Tifa

Rating: Mature/Adult

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Summary: You look good tied to my bed/He really shouldn't have tortured her like that last night.

A/N: Prompt for February 8th – Cloud/Tifa – Bondage – 'You look good tied to my bed.'/Revenge – 'He really shouldn't have tortured her like that last night.'

Timeline: Advent Children Complete

Word Count: 1,419

Betaed: No

A/N: I was writing for the Bondage prompt first when I realised that the Revenge prompt worked in perfectly and decided to put it together. I hope no one is bothered about this.

 

~~~~Ropes of Revenge~~~~

Cloud groaned he opened his eyes, trying to move his arms when he found they were bounded up tightly and to the headboard. Coming fully awake, he looked around the room to see Tifa was standing at the end of their bed dressed in a blood red corset and red panties. Her hair was down, framing her face and caressing her breasts.

"Tifa?" he asked, curious if someone had replaced Tifa but his body was responding and his heightened sense of smell told him that it was Tifa and only Tifa. There was no one else in the world that could copy her scent.

"You look good tied to my bed," Tifa told him, her voice low with desire. Shivers shot up Cloud's spine at her voice. It never failed to get him hard. "You've been a bad boy, Cloud. You need to be punished."

"Wha…what do you mean?" did his voice really just crack? He thought he got over that stage when he adopted Zack's personality for his own but he had to admit that his own personality was slowly coming back to him.

"You disappeared, Cloud. You left without saying a word, leaving us worried sick about you…leaving me worried sick about you." Guilt ran through him at her words. He hated making her worry but her knowing about him contracting the Geostigma was worse. She had already been fraught with worry over Denzel; he hadn't wanted to add to her burden. "You need to learn that you can lean on me…that I'm not going to break." Her knees slid up onto the bed, showing him her toned thighs and he bit back a groan as desire shot through him.

"Tifa…" he panted. She hadn't even touched him and he was already raging hard.

"Cloud," she teased, her hands running up his legs and he noticed that he was completely naked and she could see his reaction to her very well. She stopped her hands just short of where he really wanted them to be before he bit his bottom lip in frustration as they slid back down. "You don't seem to understand the word punishment." She got onto all four, crawling her way up his body, her hair tracing him.

Gaia, her hair. He had fantasised about it about since he learned of how a man and a woman came together. He really needed to stop saying things when he was drunk…she needed to stop getting him drunk.

She came to a stop, her face above his and she smiled. He could see the dark red lipstick that he liked so much on her lips, giving her a sinful smile and he hardened even more.

"I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to show you what you have been missing then I'm going to make you call out my name," she promised him. He swallowed, his blue eyes trained on hers. He knew that she would have been angry that he had left without saying a word but he never expected this kind of reaction.

"Tifa…" a finger stopped him before tracing the outline of his lips, making him shudder at the feather like touch.

"You don't get to talk so be quiet…unless you want me to gag you," she arched an eyebrow and he shook his head. Another sinful smile curved her lips. "Good boy, you're learning." She shifted so she was just below his face and swished her hair so it was over one shoulder before she leaned down, brushing against his skin. "I remember when you told me about your fantasy of my hair." Cloud whimpered as she continued to tease him, her hair tracing the lines of his body before she moved down lower to where a more sensitive part of his body was.

Cloud's hips arched, his hands finding support on the surface of the headboard as her cool hair created havoc on his sensitive member. He never thought telling Tifa about his love for her hair would lead her to using her like this. Her hair brushed against his inner thighs as she lower her face, brushing her lips against his member in ghost kisses. His breathing broke into ragged breaths. She was driving him insane. She was really going all out.

He distinctly remembered last night and how he tortured her. He groaned. He really shouldn't have tortured her like that last night. Now he understood by her promised whispers of revenge.

Sweat broke out on his forehead as she pressed a kiss to the tip of him. His head fell back, his eyes clenched close as his breathing became even more broken. It was funny how easy it was for them to turn the tables on each other. The night before, she had been gasping and crying his name, scratching his back raw. Now he was trying his hardest not to whimper like crazy, to beg.

"I want you to beg," did he also mention how scary it could be that she seemed to read his mind. He half wondered if their stint in the lifestream where she helped to patch up most of his memories had left a permanent link between the two of them. "I want you to beg like you made me beg. I want you to feel like how you made me feel."

"Tifa…" he groaned out only to jerk when he felt a sharp tap against the side of his hip.

"I'll tell you when I want you to beg," she warned him before she curled the hand around his member, stroking him firmly but slowly. Her thumb ran against the tip of him before running a line underneath him, pushing him further against the edge. He bit his lower lip, drawing blood as he tried his hardest not to call out her name in frustration. Now he knew how she felt last night. But at the same time, he knew that it would be worth it.

When she sensed he was close to coming, Tifa decided to push it up a notch, crawling up further and straddling him, her core tantalizing close to his erection, she slowly grinded herself against him, leaving a wet trail over his erection. Cloud jerked, his head coming up to meet Tifa, but he kept silent.

"Beg," she whispered. Relief crashed through him.

"Tifa, Tifa, Tifa," he chanted.

"Beg," she repeated.

"I…I…I…" he tried to form a thought but it was hard with her heat so close to him. He was so close to coming and he desperately wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to feel her all around him.

"Beg," it came out as a sharp hiss.

"I need to be inside you," he gritted out, his blue eyes meeting her dark ones and a smile curled her lips.

"That's what I wanted to hear." She shifted, adjusting him and slid down completely, taking him in. Cloud's head fell back against the pillow as his grip tightened. Tifa gasped. She had been on the edge of an orgasm throughout the whole torture scene. Only a few strokes and she would go over the edge.

Eagerly, she began to rise and lower herself, moaning each time she lowered, going further trying to get him in deeper. Cloud matched her pace, thrusting his hips up into hers before they came, their orgasms more powerful than they ever had been before.

Tifa gasped as she slumped against him and Cloud groaned. After a few beats, he decided to risk her wrath.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked. He felt her smile against his chest.

"Let's have a repeat later on…then we'll call it even," she told him. He chuckled.

"You're on…but can you let me out of the cuffs now?" he asked. Tifa gasped as she jerked up to see the slight pain cross Cloud's face.

"Sorry!" she hurriedly reached up and unlocked the handcuffs that Yuffie had managed to 'borrow' (steal, really) from someone that Tifa didn't want know who before placing it on the bedside table. Cloud winced as he brought his arms down, his shoulders stiff from staying in the same position for so long before he sighed as his blood started tingling then he wrapped them around her waist as Tifa fell back into her position.

"One question…just where did the handcuffs come from?" Cloud asked just before they fell asleep.

"Yuffie," the tired reply came from his lover and he flinched slightly.

"I really don't want to know," he muttered.

The End

See, works out way better (though I am kinda worried about Tifa…does she seem…too mean?)