kinkfest | Anything for You (Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, R)

Title: Anything for You
Author/Artist:

queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: sex, pregnant sex, birth
Word count: 1,178
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: pregnant pampering - Anything she asked for, no matter how odd, she got.
A/N: I'm sorry this is late. And, um, I'm not sure this is what you had in mind.
Summary: Cloud gives Tifa what she asked for.

“Cloud! Cloud!”

Cloud startled awake, cheek still cradled against his arms crossed under his head. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. It could be time.

It could be time!

Leaping to his feed, he knocked over the mug of coffee, strong and cold now in the dim light of morning. With one hand, he swiped sleep from his eyes while the other reached for his shirt. How long had he been out? He slipped into his shirt, ran one hand through his sleep tousled hair.

He found her in tears in the center of their bed, blankets gathered around her.

“Tifa, what’s wrong?” He gathered fresh blankets from the closet. “Shall I call the midwife…”

“You think I’m ugly,” she sobbed.

“What?” He stopped mid birth preparations. At least he’d remembered the things he’d been told to do when the blessed event occurred.

Whoever had deemed it blessed hadn’t lived with a pregnant Tifa, a nine month rollercoaster ride. Oh, she’d been happy, at first…overjoyed, actually. He smiled. He had been, too. Still was, in spite of the constant demands she made, demands which brought them both precious little sleep.

“You think I’m fat and ugly. That’s why you never came to bed, isn’t it?”

“No,” he snapped, a bit too quickly. When the tears pooled in her eyes spilled onto her cheeks, he took a deep breath. This had happened every time he’d said a word to her over the past week. “I’m sorry, sweetie.” He set the blankets aside and joined her, dropping onto the side of the bed to take her in his arms. “I…I was tired,” he admitted. “I fell asleep over some late dinner, I guess.”

She sniffled, swiped at her runny nose with the back of one hand. “You still love me, then?”

“Of course I love you.” He gathered her into his arms. Between her stomach and her breasts, which had grown even heavier since her milk had come in, it was difficult to reach her, but she didn’t seem to mind, seemed content to have his arms wrapped around her.

“I’m fat and ugly.”

“You’re pregnant, and the most beautiful woman in Midgar.”

Her head dropped onto his shoulder. “I wish this was all over.”

“Soon.” He hoped so, too. “You hungry?”

Her head bobbed.

“I’ll make us some breakfast.”

“Hold me,” she begged, “just a little longer.”

“Anything,” he assured her. “Anything for you.”

“Anything?”

Cloud’s head snapped up. He knew that tone. It sounded much more like his Tifa. “Anything,” he promised. Anything she asked for, no matter how odd she got.

Even if he lived to regret it…like gathering fresh chocobo eggs for a midnight omelet, and discovering the mother chocobo was still there. That craving had earned him thirty stitches on the back of his shoulder. Or ice cream and pickles…that came from the opposite side of the world. Cid had taken him in the airship…but not without charging a pretty hefty price and teasing him for weeks after. Everyone in Midgar knew about his escapades after that.

Cloud sucked it up. Wherever she wanted him to go, whatever she wanted him to do, he’d do it, and he’d do it with as much of a smile as he could muster. She was his lover, his friend, and the mother of his child.

“Make love to me,” she whispered, breaking free from his embrace to fall back on their chocobo down mattress.

“What?” It couldn’t be as simple as that.

She strove for a sexy pose and, in truth, Cloud found her sexy in spite of her belly which looked large enough to birth a small monster. It was his monster—their monster—thrashing around inside her, and he loved it—loved her—more than he’d ever thought possible.

A tiny bulge appeared to the side of her navel and he reached for it, only to have if vanish before he could touch it. He smiled. The baby was active this morning.

She flinched, seemed on the verge of tears again. “That’s okay. I know…”

His hand slid across her belly and down until he reached the hem of her night gown. She gasped when he reached beneath, stroked the stretched skin gently. She’d told him it hurt sometimes. He reached on the nightstand for the massage oil they kept there.

For the past couple of weeks, she’d had no desire and he hadn’t pushed her. It had to be difficult to maintain the positions they liked when you were growing a small giant inside you. So, he hadn’t complained, but had accepted and cuddled instead.

Her eyes lit as he massaged the oil into his hands, then lifted her nightgown and went to work on her. She relaxed beneath his fingers. Not so the baby. It kicked and jerked and punched Cloud in the cheek when he dropped his ear to her skin to listen for the baby’s heartbeat.

“Ow!” He drew back with a grin.

“Just think about what it feels like from the inside,” she said with a smile. She pulled her nightie up further, until her breasts were exposed.

Cloud slid up beside her. Her breasts—once coveted by every small chested woman in Midgar—were like mountains—or possibly weapons—now. Not that he complained. He swiped an oil clad hand beneath one, tickled the underside as she liked. Descending on it, mouth open, he latched onto the nipple while he squeezed…just so.

Tifa lurched with a gasp. “Ohmygodthatfeelssogood.”

He sucked harder, deeper while she squirmed. His fingers searched her other breast until they wrapped around the nipple, squeezing, pinching gently until his hand was damp. Warm liquid filled his mouth. He wasn’t sure what to do with it, so he swallowed, wondering what all the complaints women had about swallowing were about.

It spilled from his mouth and onto her breast. She writhed, moaned, squealed beneath his lips. Pinching turned to squeezing. The sticky liquid dripped down his arm.

“Oh, god!” she moaned. “Now! Now!”

He moved down her body, kissing as she spread her legs. She was warm and wet on his tongue. He plunged three fingers inside her. His tongue traced circles around her clit.

She tensed and groaned. “No, no, no, too fast.” She came with a tremor that wrung a cry of pain from her lips. It shuddered through her body. “Oh, gods. Oh, gods.”

Her body tensed. She shuddered again.

A scream slipped through her lips.

“It’s coming.”

She shuddered again.

“I’ll get the midwife,” he offered.

“No.” She grabbed his shoulder, dug her fingers in. “Stay here.” A push. “With.” A scream. “Me.” A shudder.

The head emerged first. The body took a little longer to follow.

Cloud didn’t realize he’d been crying until he pulled the baby free and laid it on Tifa’s stomach while he climbed off the bed for a blanket.

“Cloud?” she whispered, her voice parched. “Could I have a drink of water?”

She smiled up at him, exhausted, love in her eyes.

“Anything, Tifa,” he said. “Anything for you.”