Final Fantasy VII (Aeris/Tifa)
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kinkfestTitle: Little Girl Lost
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: f/f sex
Word count: 2,131
Summary: Tifa and Aeris share some quiet time together
Prompt: #15. Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa: Crush - "little girl"
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Little Girl Lost
Every time I was around her, every time I was near her, I felt like a little girl. It wasn’t anything she did or said, but more of who and what she was. There was something about her: something so quiet and powerful, something so calm and all-knowing and strong. And yet, it was as if she didn’t even realize it, didn’t know how wonderful she was and how much everyone loved her.
Sometimes, I wished I could be like her, wished that everyone would notice me and love me and hang on my every word. Other times, I guess I resented her, even though I tried not to and it was never for long. I couldn’t resent her when she looked at me with those deep, expressive eyes and then smiled, like she knew exactly what I was thinking and it was all okay.
One night, I found her when we camped, away from the others, washing her hair in a stream that flowed from the side of a mountain. I had wanted to ask her advice on a magic spell I was learning. She seemed so much better at magic than the rest of us, like it was a natural to her and the materia only amplified powers she’d had to begin with.
She was stripped down to the thin shift she wore beneath her dress, humming to herself as she dipped her hair into water I imagined so cold that I shivered just watching her. I almost backed away before she could see me. I felt like an intruder and realized that if I waited a short distance from the camp, I could probably catch her on her way back and ask her then, away from the big ears and possible laughs of the others. I knew Yuffie would laugh at me, whether my question was stupid or not. She always liked to pretend that she knew so much more than everyone else where Aeris, I knew, would be patient and tell me exactly what I needed to know.
“Don’t go, Tifa,” she called out.
I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. I thought I’d been quiet, but I must have sounded like a monster crashing through the brush if she knew I was there.
She turned and the flame in my cheeks deepened when I realized the front of her shift was so wet it was transparent. I wanted to look away, but my eyes were drawn to her chest, to tight nipples that pressed against the light fabric.
She smiled as she squeezed the excess water from her hair and then reached out her hands to me as the damp curls fell about her shoulders. I tried to back away, told myself that I had no business there, intruding on her time alone. In the end, though, I couldn’t resist her invitation, so I crept slowly forward, trying to ignore the tingling in the pit of my stomach.
“It’s nice to get away, isn’t it?” she asked, gathering my hands into hers as she turned to peer out over the small lake the stream fed.
The bright rays of afternoon sun that filtered through the surrounding trees cast a glow off the water that made the lake shine like a sparkling jewel. Wind whispered through the tree tops, brushed against my skin, and stirred the leaves. It was so beautiful, so peaceful that I could almost forget about the heat of battle, blood-stained ground, the pain of injury and healing magic.
“It’s very pretty here,” I whispered, wondering if the words were trite as soon as they left my mouth.
“How did you get caught up in all of this?” she asked as she led me toward the sandy strip of land where she’d left her dress and boots.
It was like she was reading my mind again and I wondered if I just thought about it long enough, she could pick up the meaning of the thoughts I couldn’t adequately put into words. “I wanted to help,” I said at last. “Keep more people from dying. Heal the planet.” I shrugged. “Sounds pretty lame, huh?”
“I think it sounds very brave.” She dropped my hands and looked into my eyes. “It’s not easy to put your life on the line for something you believe in.”
“Do you miss him?” I found myself asking even though it was none of my business. I wasn’t sure why he suddenly sprang to mind, but something in her eyes reminded me of the way she’d looked at him when he was alive.
“You mean Zack?” Her smile dimmed a bit, her eyes grew sad. “Sometimes, I miss him, but…” The smile brightened again. “I’ll see him again, when my battle is over so I try not to be too sad until then.”
I wanted to ask what she meant. Sometimes, she talked in riddles; sometimes, I wondered if the others understood what she meant.
“Come on,” she urged, dragging me closer. “I’ll wash your hair and we can take a bath. You’ll feel better then. Okay?”
Her enthusiasm was contagious, so contagious I felt myself smile for the first time in days. I always felt so filthy from our march through mountain and cave, though jungle and thicket and marsh. But, I also felt dirty inside. I wasn’t a killer, but I’d seen so much death—caused so much death—since we’d set off after Sephiroth and I knew there was nothing that could cleanse the way I felt deep in my soul.
I think I gasped when she unfastened my top, but if I did, she didn’t act like she noticed. By the time she’d stripped me out of it, I know I must have been red, but I resisted the urge to cover myself, and let her relieve me of my shorts, too. The wind brushed my body with cold fingers. I shivered, looked down to find my nipples tight like hers.
And in that moment, I knew I wanted her to touch me as much as I wanted to touch her. She smiled encouragement as I reached for the hem of her shift and even squirmed out anxiously when I pulled it over her head.
I was round in places she was not, my breasts and hips larger, though she was of nice proportion and pleasant to the eye. She didn’t ogle me like the men did, even when I was fully clothed, but smiled again and led me down to the bank just as the sunlight turned from gold to pink and orange.
The water was cold enough to draw a shriek from me. I couldn’t help but look back over my shoulder, wondering if anyone had heard and would come to investigate. She pulled me in, laughing when I splashed her.
We swam to the far side where the water was shallow and lapped at a flat table of rock that spread out from the mountainside. Bathed in sunlight, it offered protection from the wind and restored the warmth that the water had stolen from us.
We lay there until the sky turned a dark blue and the sunlight waned. Then she rose and leaned over to kiss me, her lips gentle yet insistent against mine.
I’d never been kissed by a woman. It was different: sensual and lacking the desperation of a man. It sent a throb of desire pounding through me, and it lodged between my legs where it ached and begged for more.
She took my hands and pulled me up, warning, “It’s getting dark and the others will come look for us soon.”
The ache of regret I felt was almost as great as the ache of need that had shown no signs of disappearing.
She slid down into the water and pulled me with her. And, there we stood, hand in hand. Aeris knelt and I followed, watching as she scooped water into her hands. She poured it atop my head, over and over again until I was drenched, then washed out the worst of the grit and grime. By the time she was finished, I almost felt human again.
Moving behind me, she urged me into the slightly deeper water, until I was covered to my waist. She dropped onto her bottom, on a jutting ledge of rock and splashed water on my back before scrubbing it with the palms of her hands.
Her touch was gentle yet firm, and I found myself longing for more, wishing she could touch me in all the places that ached for her. She leaned against me then, pressing her bare breasts to my back as she reached around me to scoop more water still. I watched as she poured it over my breasts in handfuls, holding my breath when her hands finally came to rest on them, pausing a moment, before she washed me.
Her fingers cleaned and massaged until my body was on fire. And, just when I thought she had finished, her forefingers and thumbs settled on my nipples, rolled them, teased them until I leaned back into her warmth with a moan.
It must have been what she wanted, for she moved back on her rock seat and pulled me up in front of her. I almost protested; I hadn’t wanted her to stop. But, when her hands dropped down across my stomach and continued until they rested on the inner curves of my thighs, my breath quickened and I knew I’d trust her to do anything she wanted.
At first, she washed me as she’d promised, but then, as if she knew what I needed, her hands slipped between my legs, her long, slender fingers combing the fine tangle of curls there before she parted the sensitive skin and entered me. I gasped and shuddered, struggling to part my legs more.
“Sh-h-h,” she whispered against my back, her lips soft on my skin. “It’s all right. Be quiet. There’s more.”
While the fingers of her right hand moved deeper inside me, those of her left explored until she found my clit. I bit back the cry that rushed to my lips, torn between pushing against her fingers and back against her supple body.
She must have understood because she pressed behind me, rubbing against me, her breath hot against my back while she stroked me and took me, her fingers pounding in and out. I gasped and then panted as the circular motion on my clit grew more insistent and the pressure raised impulses of pure ecstasy that pooled deep in the pit of my stomach.
It wasn’t until she withdrew the fingers from inside me—covered with my own moisture—and stroked me with lubricated fingers that I came with a violent rush. My back arched against her; her lips dropped to my neck, to my shoulder, then up to the lobe of my ear.
A glorious warmth spread through me, washing over me and filling me, so full I wanted to cry. Then, she held me, whispered to me, and finally kissed me as the sunlight slipped off our rock and left us in darkness.
I turned to face her, rising on my knees. It was her turn now. I wanted to give her what she’d given me: love and laughter and a passion so powerful it overwhelmed. But, she shook her head with that enigmatic smile I’d grown accustomed to and laid one finger over her lips.
“Sh-h-h. Someone’s coming.”
I listened and she was right. I could hear them crashing through the brush at the top of the hill.
We giggled and swam back across the pool, gathering our clothes into our arms to run. We’d just settled behind a stand of trees to dress when Barret stumbled out into the open with Cloud not far behind.
“Where the hell did those women get to?” Barret demanded, scouring the clearing with his eyes.
“What’s this?” Cloud made his way to the side of the stream; his brow settled into a frown.
He picked up something light, something feminine, and I gasped, sorting through the clothes I had yet to put on. He had my panties trapped there on his fingers, flying like a flag for the entire world to see…or at least him and Barret.
Beside me, Aeris giggled and I could feel the flush creep into my cheeks again.
When Cloud showed his prize to Barret, the big man laughed until he doubled over, which finally won a smile from Cloud. The SOLDIER’s eyes scoured the surrounding woods until I was sure he’d find us. But, if he did, he never said anything.
He just stuffed my panties into his pocket and left, Barret still laughing behind him.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: f/f sex
Word count: 2,131
Summary: Tifa and Aeris share some quiet time together
Prompt: #15. Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa: Crush - "little girl"
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Little Girl Lost
Every time I was around her, every time I was near her, I felt like a little girl. It wasn’t anything she did or said, but more of who and what she was. There was something about her: something so quiet and powerful, something so calm and all-knowing and strong. And yet, it was as if she didn’t even realize it, didn’t know how wonderful she was and how much everyone loved her.
Sometimes, I wished I could be like her, wished that everyone would notice me and love me and hang on my every word. Other times, I guess I resented her, even though I tried not to and it was never for long. I couldn’t resent her when she looked at me with those deep, expressive eyes and then smiled, like she knew exactly what I was thinking and it was all okay.
One night, I found her when we camped, away from the others, washing her hair in a stream that flowed from the side of a mountain. I had wanted to ask her advice on a magic spell I was learning. She seemed so much better at magic than the rest of us, like it was a natural to her and the materia only amplified powers she’d had to begin with.
She was stripped down to the thin shift she wore beneath her dress, humming to herself as she dipped her hair into water I imagined so cold that I shivered just watching her. I almost backed away before she could see me. I felt like an intruder and realized that if I waited a short distance from the camp, I could probably catch her on her way back and ask her then, away from the big ears and possible laughs of the others. I knew Yuffie would laugh at me, whether my question was stupid or not. She always liked to pretend that she knew so much more than everyone else where Aeris, I knew, would be patient and tell me exactly what I needed to know.
“Don’t go, Tifa,” she called out.
I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. I thought I’d been quiet, but I must have sounded like a monster crashing through the brush if she knew I was there.
She turned and the flame in my cheeks deepened when I realized the front of her shift was so wet it was transparent. I wanted to look away, but my eyes were drawn to her chest, to tight nipples that pressed against the light fabric.
She smiled as she squeezed the excess water from her hair and then reached out her hands to me as the damp curls fell about her shoulders. I tried to back away, told myself that I had no business there, intruding on her time alone. In the end, though, I couldn’t resist her invitation, so I crept slowly forward, trying to ignore the tingling in the pit of my stomach.
“It’s nice to get away, isn’t it?” she asked, gathering my hands into hers as she turned to peer out over the small lake the stream fed.
The bright rays of afternoon sun that filtered through the surrounding trees cast a glow off the water that made the lake shine like a sparkling jewel. Wind whispered through the tree tops, brushed against my skin, and stirred the leaves. It was so beautiful, so peaceful that I could almost forget about the heat of battle, blood-stained ground, the pain of injury and healing magic.
“It’s very pretty here,” I whispered, wondering if the words were trite as soon as they left my mouth.
“How did you get caught up in all of this?” she asked as she led me toward the sandy strip of land where she’d left her dress and boots.
It was like she was reading my mind again and I wondered if I just thought about it long enough, she could pick up the meaning of the thoughts I couldn’t adequately put into words. “I wanted to help,” I said at last. “Keep more people from dying. Heal the planet.” I shrugged. “Sounds pretty lame, huh?”
“I think it sounds very brave.” She dropped my hands and looked into my eyes. “It’s not easy to put your life on the line for something you believe in.”
“Do you miss him?” I found myself asking even though it was none of my business. I wasn’t sure why he suddenly sprang to mind, but something in her eyes reminded me of the way she’d looked at him when he was alive.
“You mean Zack?” Her smile dimmed a bit, her eyes grew sad. “Sometimes, I miss him, but…” The smile brightened again. “I’ll see him again, when my battle is over so I try not to be too sad until then.”
I wanted to ask what she meant. Sometimes, she talked in riddles; sometimes, I wondered if the others understood what she meant.
“Come on,” she urged, dragging me closer. “I’ll wash your hair and we can take a bath. You’ll feel better then. Okay?”
Her enthusiasm was contagious, so contagious I felt myself smile for the first time in days. I always felt so filthy from our march through mountain and cave, though jungle and thicket and marsh. But, I also felt dirty inside. I wasn’t a killer, but I’d seen so much death—caused so much death—since we’d set off after Sephiroth and I knew there was nothing that could cleanse the way I felt deep in my soul.
I think I gasped when she unfastened my top, but if I did, she didn’t act like she noticed. By the time she’d stripped me out of it, I know I must have been red, but I resisted the urge to cover myself, and let her relieve me of my shorts, too. The wind brushed my body with cold fingers. I shivered, looked down to find my nipples tight like hers.
And in that moment, I knew I wanted her to touch me as much as I wanted to touch her. She smiled encouragement as I reached for the hem of her shift and even squirmed out anxiously when I pulled it over her head.
I was round in places she was not, my breasts and hips larger, though she was of nice proportion and pleasant to the eye. She didn’t ogle me like the men did, even when I was fully clothed, but smiled again and led me down to the bank just as the sunlight turned from gold to pink and orange.
The water was cold enough to draw a shriek from me. I couldn’t help but look back over my shoulder, wondering if anyone had heard and would come to investigate. She pulled me in, laughing when I splashed her.
We swam to the far side where the water was shallow and lapped at a flat table of rock that spread out from the mountainside. Bathed in sunlight, it offered protection from the wind and restored the warmth that the water had stolen from us.
We lay there until the sky turned a dark blue and the sunlight waned. Then she rose and leaned over to kiss me, her lips gentle yet insistent against mine.
I’d never been kissed by a woman. It was different: sensual and lacking the desperation of a man. It sent a throb of desire pounding through me, and it lodged between my legs where it ached and begged for more.
She took my hands and pulled me up, warning, “It’s getting dark and the others will come look for us soon.”
The ache of regret I felt was almost as great as the ache of need that had shown no signs of disappearing.
She slid down into the water and pulled me with her. And, there we stood, hand in hand. Aeris knelt and I followed, watching as she scooped water into her hands. She poured it atop my head, over and over again until I was drenched, then washed out the worst of the grit and grime. By the time she was finished, I almost felt human again.
Moving behind me, she urged me into the slightly deeper water, until I was covered to my waist. She dropped onto her bottom, on a jutting ledge of rock and splashed water on my back before scrubbing it with the palms of her hands.
Her touch was gentle yet firm, and I found myself longing for more, wishing she could touch me in all the places that ached for her. She leaned against me then, pressing her bare breasts to my back as she reached around me to scoop more water still. I watched as she poured it over my breasts in handfuls, holding my breath when her hands finally came to rest on them, pausing a moment, before she washed me.
Her fingers cleaned and massaged until my body was on fire. And, just when I thought she had finished, her forefingers and thumbs settled on my nipples, rolled them, teased them until I leaned back into her warmth with a moan.
It must have been what she wanted, for she moved back on her rock seat and pulled me up in front of her. I almost protested; I hadn’t wanted her to stop. But, when her hands dropped down across my stomach and continued until they rested on the inner curves of my thighs, my breath quickened and I knew I’d trust her to do anything she wanted.
At first, she washed me as she’d promised, but then, as if she knew what I needed, her hands slipped between my legs, her long, slender fingers combing the fine tangle of curls there before she parted the sensitive skin and entered me. I gasped and shuddered, struggling to part my legs more.
“Sh-h-h,” she whispered against my back, her lips soft on my skin. “It’s all right. Be quiet. There’s more.”
While the fingers of her right hand moved deeper inside me, those of her left explored until she found my clit. I bit back the cry that rushed to my lips, torn between pushing against her fingers and back against her supple body.
She must have understood because she pressed behind me, rubbing against me, her breath hot against my back while she stroked me and took me, her fingers pounding in and out. I gasped and then panted as the circular motion on my clit grew more insistent and the pressure raised impulses of pure ecstasy that pooled deep in the pit of my stomach.
It wasn’t until she withdrew the fingers from inside me—covered with my own moisture—and stroked me with lubricated fingers that I came with a violent rush. My back arched against her; her lips dropped to my neck, to my shoulder, then up to the lobe of my ear.
A glorious warmth spread through me, washing over me and filling me, so full I wanted to cry. Then, she held me, whispered to me, and finally kissed me as the sunlight slipped off our rock and left us in darkness.
I turned to face her, rising on my knees. It was her turn now. I wanted to give her what she’d given me: love and laughter and a passion so powerful it overwhelmed. But, she shook her head with that enigmatic smile I’d grown accustomed to and laid one finger over her lips.
“Sh-h-h. Someone’s coming.”
I listened and she was right. I could hear them crashing through the brush at the top of the hill.
We giggled and swam back across the pool, gathering our clothes into our arms to run. We’d just settled behind a stand of trees to dress when Barret stumbled out into the open with Cloud not far behind.
“Where the hell did those women get to?” Barret demanded, scouring the clearing with his eyes.
“What’s this?” Cloud made his way to the side of the stream; his brow settled into a frown.
He picked up something light, something feminine, and I gasped, sorting through the clothes I had yet to put on. He had my panties trapped there on his fingers, flying like a flag for the entire world to see…or at least him and Barret.
Beside me, Aeris giggled and I could feel the flush creep into my cheeks again.
When Cloud showed his prize to Barret, the big man laughed until he doubled over, which finally won a smile from Cloud. The SOLDIER’s eyes scoured the surrounding woods until I was sure he’d find us. But, if he did, he never said anything.
He just stuffed my panties into his pocket and left, Barret still laughing behind him.
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