kinkfest | Uniform & Nightmares (Final Fantasy VII)

Title: Uniform & Nightmares

Characters: Cloud/Tifa

Rating: Mature/Adult

Disclaimers: I do not own anyone/anything from the forum Final Fantasy. Square Soft/Enix owns Final Fantasy and its characters. There is no copyright infringement intended. I do not make any profit/money or take any credit.

Summary: She loves a man in a uniform/I’ll banish the nightmares and pain until you can’t think of anything but me.

A/N: Prompt for February 11th – Cloud/Tifa – Uniform – ‘She loves a man in a uniform.’/February 13th – Cloud/Tifa – Comfort sex – ‘I’ll banish the nightmares and pain until you can’t think of anything but me.’

Timeline: AU of Crisis Core/Final Fantasy VII

Word Count: 1,269

Betaed: No

A/N: I wasn’t completely happy with the idea I had for ‘Uniform’ when I looked at the next prompt and I felt it all worked in together (sorta). Hope no one complains that I joined two prompts together – again.

~~~~Uniform & Nightmares~~~~

Tifa Lockhart bit her bottom lip as she peered round the corner of the building to see the infantryman pacing in front of the water tower. He would walk four steps before stopping, looking around the walk back four steps. Rinse and Repeat. She giggled when he stopped in the middle and rolled his shoulders, a very familiar habit that a certain neighbour of her did before he left to join SOLDIERs.

She wondered how long it would take before he figured out that she knew he was there. His mother had contacted her to let her know that Cloud Strife had returned home but was currently hiding under his helmet thanks to not getting into SOLDIERs. The way he acted around her made it clear that he was trying his best to hide from her.

Summoning up her courage, Tifa made her way round the building and walked over to the man who was still pacing and stood in front of him. She was dressed in a simple white dress, something her father insisted on her wearing.

“Hi,” Tifa greeted with a bright smile. The infantryman stopped in mid-tracks and froze when he spotted the female in front of him. He swallowed heavily.

“Hi,” he greeted his voice deliberately deeper.

“You know, you must be really warm with that helmet on,” she told him. She had noticed that he was the only one who insisted on wearing his helmet; the others had no problem taking them off.

“No, I’m fine,” he hurried out. “I’m used to the heat.” Tifa arched an eyebrow.

“Hm, that must be useful,” she told him before she realised that she was straying off track and shook her head. “I’m Tifa,” she held out her hand. He looked at her hand and looked at her, obviously unsure how he was supposed to proceed from there. It wasn’t like he could make up a name as his mind has gone blank.

He reached out and shook her hand as quickly as he could before dropping his hand back down to his side and cleared his throat. Tifa giggled.

“You’re a shy one,” she told him. “You kinda remind me of my old neighbour, he was very shy but very cute too.” He flushed brilliantly, happy that his helmet was covering his face. Her courage building, she decided to step it up a notch. Her finger ran along the edge of the green scarf.

“You know…I love a man in a uniform,” she told him as she moved in closer, licking her bottom lip before flashing him a shy smile, a pure contrast to how she was acting.

“R…Re…Really?” he stuttered out, inwardly cursing himself for acting like an idiot.

“Really,” she told him, finding it sweet that he was nervous around her as she moved in closer. “Know what I like better?” he shook his head. “The guy who made a promise to me at this water tower to actually tell me that he’s back so I can tell him how hot I think he looks in his outfit.” He stared at her, dumbfounded. Tifa just gave him a sweet smile before she winked, turned on her heels and walked away.

Now…the ball was in his court.

Tifa bolted up in her bed with a stifled gasp, her hand automatically going to her chest where the scar throbbed with pain of the memory. A hand came down on her shoulder and spun around, fear bright in her red eyes.

“Sh, it’s ok,” Cloud whispered and she relaxed as her memories came back to her. She was in one of the Highwing’s rooms. She wasn’t in Nibelheim dying. She was safe and alive and with Cloud.

Cloud’s arms slipped around her body and he pulled into a hug before lowering them back down on the bed. Tifa’s hands tightened around his shirt, burying her face into his neck.

“I dreamt I was in Nibelheim,” she whispered. Cloud’s arms tightened around her body in answer. “I remembered seeing you standing in front of the water tower and hiding your identity from me then I remember the intense pain of Sephiroth slashing me and the heat of the fire.

“Tifa…” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she lifted her face to look at him.

“Do you have nightmares?” she asked.

“All the time,” he whispered back. It was something they couldn’t forget. Even though Cloud had spent five years slumbering in a Mako and Jenova coma, he still had nightmares of seeing his mother’s dead body, the village burning in a inferno and seeing Tifa lying there, not moving.

The pain of the memories cascaded over him and he leaned down, kissing Tifa as he tried to reassure himself that they were alive and with each other. They had come close to losing each other that they savoured every moment they had with each other.

Tifa moaned, pressing herself further against Cloud, her hands unclenching from his shirt and moving up to his hair. His hands moved over her bare body, caressing her skin before he shifted over on top of her, knowing that she needed to feel him close to her.

Tifa’s thighs parted to accommodated him, need to feel alive and for him to banish her nightmares. It was in the past but sometimes her dreams left her wondering where she was and she had to claw her way out of the past to reach the present. Tifa gasped when Cloud’s separated their lips to trail his lips downward, his hands tightening around her thighs, leaving finger prints.

He pressed a kiss to the middle of the scar. Tifa gasped before he brought his lips back up to hers and slid into her as deeply as possible.

“Cloud,” she gasped as they broke the kiss. She buried her face into his neck. He stayed still so they could relish in the feel of each other. It was a rare thing for them to have any time alone as they were trying to find a way to get to Sephiroth.

Cloud started moving within her, trying to take her mind off her nightmare. He wanted her to be focus on no one but himself. To be focus on the pleasure that he was intent on bringing her.

Her hands slid over his back, feeling his muscles contract underneath his skin, the soft skin, only marred by a few scars that he had gained over the years. She was taking in pleasure of feeling Cloud within and above her. She had dreamt of this for years and even now, she still couldn’t believe that he was here with her.

Cloud separated their lips once more so he could look at her. She wrapped one around his waist, pulling him closer while her other hand slid up his back and into his hair, her fingers tangling in his blonde spikes. He angled his hips the way he knew would drive her insane. He had learnt a lot in their short time together and he planned to use it to his advantage tonight.

“Cloud…” she whispered as her walls contracted around him as pleasure fluttered through her. Sensing Cloud tightening in response and the restrained hiss, she got an idea and started to squeeze her walls each time Cloud entered her. As a result, Cloud moved fasted, pushed harder until she was tumbling over the edge, dragging Cloud along with her as they forgot everyone but each other for a short blissful moment.

Cloud kissed Tifa gently before they fell asleep. For once, their nightmares were banished.

The End