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Final Fantasy VII (Elena/Tifa)
Title: Undress
Author/Artist: GW Katrina aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Turk in just undies
Word count: 462
Summary: Tifa isn't sure she knows why she likes this.
A/N: Hope you like this.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Elena/Tifa: Turk uniform - "what do you have under there, anyway?"
Undress
She isn’t sure why she likes to watch her undress, she just does.
Elena always wears her uniform nice and crisp. Freshly cleaned, ironed, everything as it should be. Everything about her is always so neat and clean, at least when she heads out. Sometimes, when she comes back, Tifa frowns a little seeing the formerly perfect uniform in disarray. That always spoke of a bad day. She liked to tease the blonde from time to time that the Turks must have a class on how to kick someone’s ass without a hair falling out of place. That always gets her a small grin and a taunt of maybe they do.
Tonight is a good night, and Elena is just as neatly pressed when she got home as when she had left. So, flat on her stomach and stretched out on the bed they shared when both where in town and there was no crisis going on, Tifa watched her. This was always so fascinating, and she has not a clue why. She remembers when she first asked “What do you have on under there, anyway?”
Now she knows.
First comes the coat. Zipper slowly pulled down, and she shrugs out of it, hanging it up almost instantly, making sure it falls correctly on the hanger so it won’t wrinkle. Then comes the weapons. A gun and at least one blade, pulled neatly from various places. Tifa still wasn’t sure where she held it all and still had the lines of her suit sit so well, but decides it’s more of that Turk magic.
Once the weapons were tucked away, accessible, though not out in the open, she slowly undoes the buttons of her shirt, tugging it lose from the pants as she did. Letting the shirt hang for a moment on her, she would sit, and take off the shoes. Those were kicked off much more carelessly than anything else, and manage to end up against the wall every time. This is the stage Tifa has to be good and work at keeping her hands to herself.
Next is the pants, tucked away to be cleaned later. For a moment, Tifa can’t help but hold her breath as she looks at Elena. Clad in just the undone shirt, underwear, and socks, she looks far too good for anything that is currently crossing Tifa’s thoughts.
Then Elena will grin at her, and start for the bathroom, shedding her shirt along the way, hands working at getting her bra off.
“I’m for a shower,” the blonde hums. “If you care to join me....”
The sentence trails off, as Tifa is already moving.
She doesn’t get the fixation on the uniform Elena wears, but it certainly is fun to watch her take it off.
Author/Artist: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfRating: PG-13
Warnings: Turk in just undies
Word count: 462
Summary: Tifa isn't sure she knows why she likes this.
A/N: Hope you like this.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Elena/Tifa: Turk uniform - "what do you have under there, anyway?"
Undress
She isn’t sure why she likes to watch her undress, she just does.
Elena always wears her uniform nice and crisp. Freshly cleaned, ironed, everything as it should be. Everything about her is always so neat and clean, at least when she heads out. Sometimes, when she comes back, Tifa frowns a little seeing the formerly perfect uniform in disarray. That always spoke of a bad day. She liked to tease the blonde from time to time that the Turks must have a class on how to kick someone’s ass without a hair falling out of place. That always gets her a small grin and a taunt of maybe they do.
Tonight is a good night, and Elena is just as neatly pressed when she got home as when she had left. So, flat on her stomach and stretched out on the bed they shared when both where in town and there was no crisis going on, Tifa watched her. This was always so fascinating, and she has not a clue why. She remembers when she first asked “What do you have on under there, anyway?”
Now she knows.
First comes the coat. Zipper slowly pulled down, and she shrugs out of it, hanging it up almost instantly, making sure it falls correctly on the hanger so it won’t wrinkle. Then comes the weapons. A gun and at least one blade, pulled neatly from various places. Tifa still wasn’t sure where she held it all and still had the lines of her suit sit so well, but decides it’s more of that Turk magic.
Once the weapons were tucked away, accessible, though not out in the open, she slowly undoes the buttons of her shirt, tugging it lose from the pants as she did. Letting the shirt hang for a moment on her, she would sit, and take off the shoes. Those were kicked off much more carelessly than anything else, and manage to end up against the wall every time. This is the stage Tifa has to be good and work at keeping her hands to herself.
Next is the pants, tucked away to be cleaned later. For a moment, Tifa can’t help but hold her breath as she looks at Elena. Clad in just the undone shirt, underwear, and socks, she looks far too good for anything that is currently crossing Tifa’s thoughts.
Then Elena will grin at her, and start for the bathroom, shedding her shirt along the way, hands working at getting her bra off.
“I’m for a shower,” the blonde hums. “If you care to join me....”
The sentence trails off, as Tifa is already moving.
She doesn’t get the fixation on the uniform Elena wears, but it certainly is fun to watch her take it off.
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It was fun to write. And I like it when fics have people stripping off clothing.
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