Final Fantasy VII (Cloud/Tifa)
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kinkfestTitle: Spoils of Battle
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic sex
Word count: 1,439
Summary: Cloud and Tifa get caught up in the adrenaline rush after battle.
Prompt: #16. Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: The ecstasy of victory - "the shared exhiliration obliterated everything else"
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Spoils of Battle
The behemoth reared, pounding the ground with its front feet as it roared, tossing its head in an effort to shake off the third level Ice spell Tifa had cast. Something about her grace in casting, something about her fluid movements as she danced back away from the giant monster drew Cloud’s eyes to her.
The monster rained down Flare on them and it was only his profound luck that afforded him the split second necessary to raise a shield around them both. Damn.
Tifa glanced his way, her expression guarded, and he wondered if she’d noticed his slip, or whether it was gratitude for the shield he saw in her eyes.
I’m going to get us both killed. Cloud shifted his grip on his sword, rushing the beast while its attention was turned on Tifa. He drank in all the extra energy in the air, channeled it toward his attack as he summoned meteorain. The only way we’re going to beat this thing is with a double team magic attack.
Only, he didn’t have that kind of magic left.
He staggered back into position, almost too weak to stay on his feet. He’d expended more energy than he realized thanks to the still-bleeding wound on his side. He wouldn’t be able to use another limit break and might not even be able to level his sword for another attack, but if he could distract it, Tifa might be able to take it down with magic or a summon. She seemed to still be doing pretty good energy-wise.
The monster bellowed, tossing its head as it pawed the earth. The ground trembled, knocking him off his feet. Tifa was in front of him when the behemoth attacked, throwing off a summoning spell before she turned to regard his blood-stained shirt. Her eyes filled with fear even as Shiva appeared between them and the monster. The spirit would buy them a few minutes of freedom and give them a chance to decide between fight and flight.
She decided for him. The pleasant tingle of a cure spell spread through him, strengthened him, staunched the flow of blood. A moment later, he felt the twinge of knitting flesh and another burst of strength gave him the energy to rise.
He nodded his thanks as she danced back to his right, falling into a fighting stance. A behemoth was almost too hard for them to handle alone, but they’d assured the others they’d be fine. They’d only been going for supplies. He hadn’t expected to meet up with a behemoth here.
Though he felt stronger, it was still going to have to be up to Tifa to take the beast down. He was still out of magic and there was no time for the elixir she carried in her bag. It was their last--one of the reasons they were searching for a town and supplies--and he dared not use it unless it was the only way to keep them both from being destroyed.
He needed to get closer if he was going to distract it, but not so close he couldn’t escape when she attacked. “I’ll distract it!” he called over his shoulder as he rushed toward the left. He hoped to get in a scathing blow, to draw its attention while she finished it off.
Distantly, he heard her protest, heard her scream his name. But, it was too late to put on the breaks when he swung, his sword lodging in the side of the behemoth’s neck. With a roar of anger, the beast tossed its massive head, the horns tearing branches from the trees around them.
It whirled on him, faster than he’d anticipated, head dropped to charge.
“Haste!” Tifa screamed above the bellows echoing through the forest around them.
Magic wrapped its warmth around him a split second later, just in time for him to whirl out of the behemoth’s way and swing behind it to strike another blow at its flanks. It spooked the already distraught beast, driving it his direction while he circled it to rejoin Tifa.
She attacked before it could target them, casting the strongest spell in her arsenal. It crashed to one side with a scream that robbed Cloud of the hearing in one ear. The ground lurched when it hit, throwing them both backwards, relieving him of his weapon.
Tifa regained her feet first, diving out of the way. She somersaulted beneath one gargantuan leg as the creature staggered up to wobble over her. One roll later, she rolled out from beneath it and to her feet.
She hit the ground running, mouthing the words, “Run,” as the creature tilted forward.
The impact of its fall propelled them forward, but they were up and out of the woods before the bellowing died and silence claimed the forest. They slid to a stop, waiting behind a broad tree to make sure it didn’t have friends, to make certain it didn’t follow.
“I think it’s dead,” he ventured when the woods remained silent.
Tifa bounced into the air. “We did it!” On the second spring, she threw her arms around his neck and drew him into a circular victory dance.
Allowing himself a laugh of relief, he hugged her back, saying a mental thanks to whatever battle gods had watched over them. Her chest heaved against his; he could feel her heart pound as he held her, still flushed with adrenaline.
She kissed him, a timid, almost experimental peck on the lips, then pulled back to watch him with worried eyes. Unwilling to release her, he kissed back, his lips more insistent as he tasted her, nipping at her bottom lip.
“What about...” Her breath tickled his face. “Your sword?”
“It’ll wait.”
Their lips locked. The shared exhilaration obliterated everything else and the forest faded until only they mattered. Cloud backed Tifa up against a smooth-barked tree twice as big around as the two of them were together.
While she unbuckled his belt, he fumbled with her shirt until he’d bared her breasts. Lips still locked, she shoved his military-issue pants over his hips while he tugged at her shorts. When they’d pooled at her feet, he pulled back long enough to shove his pants--and his boxers--down to his ankles.
The wind whispered through the woods with a sigh that stirred the leaves around them, but Cloud gave it only a moment’s notice, turning his head to sniff the wind, make sure there were no monsters to interrupt them.
Impatient, Tifa wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her level, pressed her lips against his again. He scooped her off her feet. Cradling her ass, he used the tree for leverage. They leaned against it as he freed one hand to guide himself into her.
She was tight, so tight he wondered if he was her first. Her grunt of pain confirmed it, but one thrust and he was in, sliding back and forth, deeper with each stroke. The magic that lingered on their skin passed between them, sparking where they touched. Tifa wrapped her legs around him, pulling him as she pushed against him, grinding until he realized that the magic trapped between them flickered between her legs.
He groped at her breasts, squeezing and pinching until her back arched and she gasped for breath. Her hands slipped to his shoulders; her nails dug into his shirt.
Skin to skin, groin to groin, he pumped while she ground until both of them came with a scream of release and slid to the ground, still coupled. Ripples of pleasure passed between them and the tiny spark of residual magic grew into a powerful glow.
They collapsed to the grass, side by side, panting almost as hard from sex as they had from battle.
Tifa poked him in the ribs. “You’re not half-bad, you know that?”
Cloud choked back the jibe that rose to his lips, wondering how a virgin would know the difference. Instead he reached for her while she pulled down her shirt, wincing when she slapped his hand aside.
“Monster,” she said, nodding toward the path as she dragged on her clothes.
Cloud listened to the breaking of brush in the distance. “Behemoth again,” he said as he stood.
With a wag of her head, she countered, “Dragon.”
“Bet?”
She grinned. “What’re the stakes.”
“An entire night of sex.”
She handed him an elixir before downing an ether of her own. Then with a grin, she rose, muttering, “Gods, I hope it’s a behemoth,” as they jogged off into the jungle together.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic sex
Word count: 1,439
Summary: Cloud and Tifa get caught up in the adrenaline rush after battle.
Prompt: #16. Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: The ecstasy of victory - "the shared exhiliration obliterated everything else"
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Spoils of Battle
The behemoth reared, pounding the ground with its front feet as it roared, tossing its head in an effort to shake off the third level Ice spell Tifa had cast. Something about her grace in casting, something about her fluid movements as she danced back away from the giant monster drew Cloud’s eyes to her.
The monster rained down Flare on them and it was only his profound luck that afforded him the split second necessary to raise a shield around them both. Damn.
Tifa glanced his way, her expression guarded, and he wondered if she’d noticed his slip, or whether it was gratitude for the shield he saw in her eyes.
I’m going to get us both killed. Cloud shifted his grip on his sword, rushing the beast while its attention was turned on Tifa. He drank in all the extra energy in the air, channeled it toward his attack as he summoned meteorain. The only way we’re going to beat this thing is with a double team magic attack.
Only, he didn’t have that kind of magic left.
He staggered back into position, almost too weak to stay on his feet. He’d expended more energy than he realized thanks to the still-bleeding wound on his side. He wouldn’t be able to use another limit break and might not even be able to level his sword for another attack, but if he could distract it, Tifa might be able to take it down with magic or a summon. She seemed to still be doing pretty good energy-wise.
The monster bellowed, tossing its head as it pawed the earth. The ground trembled, knocking him off his feet. Tifa was in front of him when the behemoth attacked, throwing off a summoning spell before she turned to regard his blood-stained shirt. Her eyes filled with fear even as Shiva appeared between them and the monster. The spirit would buy them a few minutes of freedom and give them a chance to decide between fight and flight.
She decided for him. The pleasant tingle of a cure spell spread through him, strengthened him, staunched the flow of blood. A moment later, he felt the twinge of knitting flesh and another burst of strength gave him the energy to rise.
He nodded his thanks as she danced back to his right, falling into a fighting stance. A behemoth was almost too hard for them to handle alone, but they’d assured the others they’d be fine. They’d only been going for supplies. He hadn’t expected to meet up with a behemoth here.
Though he felt stronger, it was still going to have to be up to Tifa to take the beast down. He was still out of magic and there was no time for the elixir she carried in her bag. It was their last--one of the reasons they were searching for a town and supplies--and he dared not use it unless it was the only way to keep them both from being destroyed.
He needed to get closer if he was going to distract it, but not so close he couldn’t escape when she attacked. “I’ll distract it!” he called over his shoulder as he rushed toward the left. He hoped to get in a scathing blow, to draw its attention while she finished it off.
Distantly, he heard her protest, heard her scream his name. But, it was too late to put on the breaks when he swung, his sword lodging in the side of the behemoth’s neck. With a roar of anger, the beast tossed its massive head, the horns tearing branches from the trees around them.
It whirled on him, faster than he’d anticipated, head dropped to charge.
“Haste!” Tifa screamed above the bellows echoing through the forest around them.
Magic wrapped its warmth around him a split second later, just in time for him to whirl out of the behemoth’s way and swing behind it to strike another blow at its flanks. It spooked the already distraught beast, driving it his direction while he circled it to rejoin Tifa.
She attacked before it could target them, casting the strongest spell in her arsenal. It crashed to one side with a scream that robbed Cloud of the hearing in one ear. The ground lurched when it hit, throwing them both backwards, relieving him of his weapon.
Tifa regained her feet first, diving out of the way. She somersaulted beneath one gargantuan leg as the creature staggered up to wobble over her. One roll later, she rolled out from beneath it and to her feet.
She hit the ground running, mouthing the words, “Run,” as the creature tilted forward.
The impact of its fall propelled them forward, but they were up and out of the woods before the bellowing died and silence claimed the forest. They slid to a stop, waiting behind a broad tree to make sure it didn’t have friends, to make certain it didn’t follow.
“I think it’s dead,” he ventured when the woods remained silent.
Tifa bounced into the air. “We did it!” On the second spring, she threw her arms around his neck and drew him into a circular victory dance.
Allowing himself a laugh of relief, he hugged her back, saying a mental thanks to whatever battle gods had watched over them. Her chest heaved against his; he could feel her heart pound as he held her, still flushed with adrenaline.
She kissed him, a timid, almost experimental peck on the lips, then pulled back to watch him with worried eyes. Unwilling to release her, he kissed back, his lips more insistent as he tasted her, nipping at her bottom lip.
“What about...” Her breath tickled his face. “Your sword?”
“It’ll wait.”
Their lips locked. The shared exhilaration obliterated everything else and the forest faded until only they mattered. Cloud backed Tifa up against a smooth-barked tree twice as big around as the two of them were together.
While she unbuckled his belt, he fumbled with her shirt until he’d bared her breasts. Lips still locked, she shoved his military-issue pants over his hips while he tugged at her shorts. When they’d pooled at her feet, he pulled back long enough to shove his pants--and his boxers--down to his ankles.
The wind whispered through the woods with a sigh that stirred the leaves around them, but Cloud gave it only a moment’s notice, turning his head to sniff the wind, make sure there were no monsters to interrupt them.
Impatient, Tifa wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her level, pressed her lips against his again. He scooped her off her feet. Cradling her ass, he used the tree for leverage. They leaned against it as he freed one hand to guide himself into her.
She was tight, so tight he wondered if he was her first. Her grunt of pain confirmed it, but one thrust and he was in, sliding back and forth, deeper with each stroke. The magic that lingered on their skin passed between them, sparking where they touched. Tifa wrapped her legs around him, pulling him as she pushed against him, grinding until he realized that the magic trapped between them flickered between her legs.
He groped at her breasts, squeezing and pinching until her back arched and she gasped for breath. Her hands slipped to his shoulders; her nails dug into his shirt.
Skin to skin, groin to groin, he pumped while she ground until both of them came with a scream of release and slid to the ground, still coupled. Ripples of pleasure passed between them and the tiny spark of residual magic grew into a powerful glow.
They collapsed to the grass, side by side, panting almost as hard from sex as they had from battle.
Tifa poked him in the ribs. “You’re not half-bad, you know that?”
Cloud choked back the jibe that rose to his lips, wondering how a virgin would know the difference. Instead he reached for her while she pulled down her shirt, wincing when she slapped his hand aside.
“Monster,” she said, nodding toward the path as she dragged on her clothes.
Cloud listened to the breaking of brush in the distance. “Behemoth again,” he said as he stood.
With a wag of her head, she countered, “Dragon.”
“Bet?”
She grinned. “What’re the stakes.”
“An entire night of sex.”
She handed him an elixir before downing an ether of her own. Then with a grin, she rose, muttering, “Gods, I hope it’s a behemoth,” as they jogged off into the jungle together.
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