kinkfest | Final Fantasy VII (Tifa/ Rude)

Title: Tuesday Blues
Author: MzXanthER
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Reno. 'nough said.
Word Count: 621
Prompt: 19. Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Rude: Clandestine meetings: "can't promise you anything"

It was hard to determine when their relationship had actually begun. Was it with the first drink? Or the first time she sat down during her break to talk? Or maybe the first time he had thrown her up on the bar and proceeded to give her a pounding that had nothing to do with him being a Turk and her being an ex-Shinra terrorist.

Whenever it had begun, Rude had been polishing her bar top for a few weeks before someone found out.

They hadn’t hidden it, but also being private people, didn’t tell anyone. He’d begun to stay after on Tuesday nights to help her close, she’d close shop earlier than usual. That Tuesday they probably could have been more discreet. Or at least made sure the deadbolt and chains were in place before beginning.

When the door had opened it was to the scene of Rude holding her against the far wall, the not so subtle movement of his hips explaining the scene far more clearly than the noises they were making.

In retrospect, they probably should have had a little more self control and waited until they were in the back room, but the bar’s atmosphere hadn’t completely dissipated and there still was the thrill of getting caught, though neither one believe it would happen.

It probably would have been less embarrassing if it had been a customer or Barrett coming in after the closed sign had been turned. But Reno waltzing in, giving a low whistle of approval gave Tifa two reactions. The first was embarrassment at being caught. The second, anger that Rude had stopped moving and she was right there.

Reno said something obnoxious, and she was ready to let go of Rude and march up to Reno and knock him into next week even though she knew her face was flaming at the comment, but Rude’s hand on her waist reminded her that he hadn’t been too careful with her vest, and her shorts were somewhere by the Jukebox.

Blushing furiously she yelled at Reno to get outta her bar. Casual and mockingly he replied he’d come to collect Rude. Her glare could probably have given Cloud a run for his money and she squeezed just a bit tighter around Rude to let him know that if he left now, he would regret it. Another reason she held tighter onto him was that if he stepped away now Reno’d have a full of view of her, wearing nothing but a broken vest, and combat boots.

Rude caught her jaw and drew her gaze away from his partner, planting the softest kiss they had shared to date, on the side of her mouth. Silently he removed his suit jacket, placing it on her shoulders and slowly doing up the buttons all the while keeping eye contact with her and ignoring Reno who was grinning like a fox out of the corner of his eye.

He knew that the ride back to Shinra wouldn’t be quiet or even comfortable. Reno was happiest when he had something over you.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear that he’d be back on Thursday to finish what they had started and to retrieve his coat. As he turned to go, he smiled. Reno snickered. She blushed. Then threw the nearest object (an ashtray) at Reno’s head.

He ducked, but barely.

As the door swung shut behind the two Turks, she raised her hands to her face. The coat smelled like him. The man had barely said a few words to her all night, and here she was smiling like a fool, dressed only in his coat, watching the neon lights through her windows, slowly flicker and go out.