"Unexpected" [Cloud x Tifa, NC-17]
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kinkfestTitle: Unexpected
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windrider1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex
Prompt:Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Wings -- glorious, golden, and utterly unexpected
Word count: 2766
A/N: Late. Again. But this one was harder to write than I thought it would be. I still hope it's enjoyed!
Tifa was atop Seventh Heaven, overlooking the quiet streets of Edge when he found her. A soft breeze lifted the stray strands of her dark hair against her cheek and her nightgown against her legs as she watched the slumbering city beneath the dark sky of blended hues. It was well past midnight and the hustle and bustle of the growing city had dimmed to a subdued hum.
It was Tifa's favorite time, when the world was winding down and everyone was where they belonged. Everyone but him, he thought with a rueful twist of his lips.
He'd been out on WRO business for more than a week and a last minute delivery to Kalm detoured him another day. Or at least it should have, if he hadn't pushed past sleep and drove all night.
“Hello, Cloud.” She hadn’t turned, but she instinctively knew he was there. She always seemed to know when he was near.
“I thought you'd be in bed.” His deep voice was tired, but there was tenderness in it. A soft undertone that he only ever used with her.
She turned and gave him a welcoming smile over her shoulder. “And I thought you wouldn't be back until morning.”
“Mm.” He walked to her, wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled into the crook of her neck. “Missed you.”
It was such a simple, uncomplicated thing to say, yet it caused her to blush against him and he smiled into her hair. She turned in his arms, linked hers behind his neck and tilted her head back to look him in the face. “I missed you too.”
And it was his turn to redden, ever so slightly. She had this way of looking at him like she could see right through him, right down into his very soul.
In fact, it was the first thing he had ever noticed about her. Even as children her eyes were wondrous to him. Now, they captured him, kept him entranced. The rest of her was gorgeous as hell too, he acknowledged. A man would have to be dead and buried not to notice those long legs, curvy hips that swayed just-so when she walked, firm backside along with a pair of the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen, but it was her eyes that held him; so bold and beautiful, with shades of the crimson and chocolate, always shifting, always changing.
Whenever she was serious they were dark brown and when she laughed the shades swirled, to warm cinnamon, and still, other times, when she was well and truly pissed, they turned into hard, ruby chips.
Yes, her eyes had initially caught his attention, but it was her indelible spirit, her iron will and faith in all that was good in the world…all the good she saw in him, that captured his heart.
Cloud cradled her face in his un-gloved hands, brushed his lips over hers, ever so slight.
She placed her hands on his wrists to keep him locked to her. Their mouths came together hungrily. With a soft grunt, Cloud pulled her closer to him, tangled his fingers deep into the silken mass of her hair, groaning as she tightened her arms around his neck, giving herself up to him. She was always so responsive, so open with him.
Her fingers pushed through the thickness of his hair, pulled the ends gently and deepened their kiss. He hummed his approval, his tongue sliding past her parted lips. She moaned quietly; tightened her grip.
“Tifa...?” he murmured into her mouth.
“Hmm?” her reply was velvet and dreamy.
“Let's go to bed.”
Her lips curved against his and her teeth scraped playfully. “Definitely.”
Cloud put his arm around her waist, and together they made their way to the door. It took a few minutes to get inside between long kisses and murmurs, but they made it, and once there the two practically raced up the stairs.
As soon as the bedroom door latch was clicked into place Cloud shrugged off his shoulder armor, followed by his sword harness. Tifa slipped out of her nightdress and when gloriously naked, she gave him a look of blatant invitation.
“Beautiful,” his voice was sinfully dark and husky. He finished undressing quickly, then reached for her. She fit so perfectly in his arms, he thought, pressing her against him as close as possible. He needed her, needed to taste her, needed to hold her, needed to be held, and he needed to know she was his. Always his.
“I always was,” she murmured, touching his face, drawing him down for her kiss.
Effortlessly he lifted her, keeping their mouths fused even as he laid her down on their ivy embroidered comforter with care. Tifa clutched his shoulders, her breath quick, her hands roaming his back.
Cloud shifted his position, sliding down her body. He covered one breast with a warm hand, and the other with his hot mouth. His free hand traveled over her flat stomach and down, skimming the triangle of curls at the juncture of her thighs. He felt her shiver and took that response as his cue to press forward. His stroking fingers were firmer, yet still teasing. She pushed up against his hand, a soft moan that sounded like his name escaping her parted lips. He bent his head, suckling her opposite breast, pulling the tip deep into his mouth.
Her response was immediate and gratifying; her body arching against him, seeking his touch.
“Easy,” he chuckled against her, teeth rolling an erect nipple. “We’ve got all night.”
“Cloud, please…” Her hands clutched the bedding involuntarily when he teased the damp skin with featherlight strokes. Her legs curved, spread for him. “Please.”
She was so endearing, and so damn sexy, he thought, adjusting himself. Very deliberate, very thorough, he pressed soft kisses against her stomach, trailed lazily over the heated flesh.
“Open more for me, Tifa.” He instructed and gently pushed her legs apart, fitting himself snugly between them.
Trembling fingers slipped past her navel, between her thighs and she used her index and middle finger to part her folds for him.
Cloud groaned and lowered his head to taste her. “Perfect.”
“Gods!” Her knees curled, body taught as a bow.
He pressed his tongue deep, reveling in her open response. Her hands moved to clutch his hair, pulling against the roots, almost savagely. He licked slow circles and then quick flicks, alternating speed until she was lifting her ass off the mattress in time to his tongue thrusts. He moved his shoulders up, propped her and sucked on on her clit until she nearly screamed.
“Cloud, please, please, don't stop. Don't stop...oh, yes! Yes!” She bucked wildly, cried out and soaked his mouth and chin with her release.
Tifa in the throes of an orgasm was a sight to behold. She trembled all over, her skin flushed a rosy hue. Cloud watched her intently with glowing eyes and waited until she fell back onto the bed, limp.
“There's more.” He levered himself up, settled himself between legs slick with the evidence of release. He lined himself up, but refrained from thrusting into her ...just yet. Instead, he kissed her, long and deep and held her hands high above her head. And when she whimpered into his mouth and melted against him he whispered, “Tell me how you like it.”
Beneath him, Tifa gave a shy but sultry smile and locked her legs around his hips. “I like you deep,” she murmured, blushing furiously.
Cloud's breath hitched and his fingers tightened on hers. They'd never really been the 'talking' type of couple, and sex was often quiet with only soft sighs and low moans disturbing the shadows, but he appreciated her willingness to try for him. “Then take me deep,” he encouraged. Take everything from me, I'm yours.
Hesitantly she lifted herself up against him, and after a few awkward attempts, she effectively impaled herself. He groaned, closing his eyes. It was always so right with her.
“I love you,” she whispered when he began to move within her, slow, even strokes. She arched beneath him, taking him all the way inside. “You feel so good.”
“You too,” he rasped, kissing her neck, her shoulder. He buried his face beside hers on the pillow, giving a soft rumble when she licked his ear.
“I think about you, about this, all the time when you're away.”
He raised his head, brushed her open mouth with his. He thrust home, strong and sure. She arched her hips to meet his. “You do?”
“I do.” Her words came out in hard breathes.
He surged a bit higher, held the thrust and then moved slowly back and repeated.
“Cloud!” she gasped, both from pleasure and shock.
“I think about you too,” he confessed. “How it feels to be inside you.”
Her eyes widened a bit. Then, “How does it feel?”
“Like heaven, Tifa.” Her name was a husky, almost growl-like sound, escaping from his too tight throat. He slowed his pace and leaned his head back, watching her face as she took him in. He could see genuine rapture in her eyes and the sight was quite possibly one of the most beautiful he had ever seen, and one that would forever be etched in his mind.
His body began to tremble, and he fought to remain in control. He was always careful to stay in control. With his SOLDIER body and strength, he could very easily hurt her. That thought alone was enough to stutter his pace and have her eying him curiously.
“Cloud?”
“Just need a second,” he whispered, shifting his hips so that he rubbed her most sensitive area.
“No,” she said in that bedroom voice of hers. “You're holding back again. Don't. Not with me, Cloud. Please, don’t hold back.”
“I have to.”
“Why?” she asked, arcing into him.
“You just have to trust me.” He thrust and snapped his hips at the same time.
Her eyes closed and she let out a breathy cry. “I do...oh, Gods...trust you. I just...please, right there. Yes. I just want you to trust me.”
There was a note in her voice, under the passion and lust, of actual sadness and it had him cursing himself and his inability to even get this right, to be what she deserved.
“Trust me,” she encouraged.
“I don’t know,” he whispered, body aching, desperate to just give in and let go.
“Yes, you do,” she replied, anchoring his hips with her hands, pulling him deeper. “You’ve always known.”
“Please, Tifa I can’t think…” He scrambled for rational thought as her inner walls tightened around him. He grit his teeth against the pleasure.
“Then don't think,” she nipped his chin, licked the bite. “Let go. I want all of you.”
He could never deny her. He'd never been able to. With a helpless shudder, Cloud let himself go, thrusting and withdrawing in hard, brutal jerks. He buried his head in the soft hollow between her neck and shoulder, teeth sinking into the tender skin as he held back a shout.
“Only you do this to me,” his voice was ragged, drenched in heat. He gripped her securely, a tick working in his jaw. He groaned something inaudible, holding her legs apart. He was everywhere, his body hard and demanding, his eyes were near electric as he grabbed her waist, held her down.
Tifa’s breath caught, and Cloud realized that something was happening to him, something far beyond his control. “Tifa...” His voice was haunted, low and deep. “I can't stop.”
She silenced him with a kiss, her lips mashed to his. “Don't. Don't stop.”
The roaring need of his body engulfed him and he took her with borderline aggression. He was insatiable, taking her harder and faster. It wasn’t enough, he would never get enough of her and that thought terrified him nearly as much as anything else in his life had. He plunged deeper and deeper still, his low grunts and groans rasping in her ear.
He felt tight, like his skin had shrunk on him and everything that touched it was pleasure. The feel of her hand, the texture of her hair, even the damn bed on his knees was driving him insane. Something had to give, had to break. Gods above it was too much...
Tifa's hands were braced over her head, palms against the wall as he thrust in and out of her, forcefully moving the mattress, banging the headboard in a savage rhythm. Cloud dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his body driving into hers, his huffs and grunts increasing in volume and urgency. He gripped her hips, his strong fingers nearly bruising her, holding her steady as the pleasure mounted.
She writhed under him, her nails scoring his back.
“Tifa.” He slammed into her. “Help me.”
“Look at me,” she commanded. “Cloud, look at me.”
He did and was stunned when she smiled up at him. “I'm right here. It's okay. Just let go.”
Cloud splintered beneath the physical and emotional onslaught. He caught her close to his chest, pumping furiously, calling her name on a ragged breath as the pressure beneath his skin intensified and suddenly he felt like he was ripping open.
His thrusts became harder, faster, harder, faster. He felt it building and building until he came with such shuddering force he felt as though he was pouring his very soul deep inside of her. A gold wing erupted from his back, stretching out and up, the feathers touching the ceiling and fluttering onto the bed. “Tifa!”
His breathing was ragged and shallow once the room stopped spinning. “ Tifa?” No response. He lifted his head, worry etched on his face. Ifrit, what if he's hurt her?
But she was smiling. A smile so full of love and tenderness that for a moment he couldn’t speak. “You all right?” he swallowed.
She touched his cheek, her eyes wide. “You're beautiful,” she breathed.
And that's when he noticed. He jerked back, hand fumbling for the feathers at his back. “No!” The wing spread, flapped down and he ripped a handful of feathers from it.
“Cloud!” Tifa reached for him, gripped his hands. “Stop.”
“Tifa,” his eyes beseeching hers for understanding. “I'm...a monster.”
“No you're not.” She took his face between her palms. “You are Cloud Strife. The man I love.”
He shook his head. “Who happens to have a giant wing sprouting out of his back. It's the mark of a monster,” he affirmed.
“Cloud, don't be stupid,” she huffed.
He blinked at her.
“I wouldn't love a monster. Give me some credit.”
Cloud couldn't help the grateful warmth he felt at her teasing.
“That was amazing,” she continued. “I had no idea you could do that.”
“Honestly, neither did I.” He traced her lips with the blunt of his finger tip. “That was a first for me too.” His face darkened again.
“Don’t,” Tifa said. She touched the feathers of his wing with reverence. “Do not withdraw from me like that. This was special.”
“Sex with a freak is special.”
“Stop it. I love you. All of you. This was the real you, and it was beautiful.”
She meant it he realized. She loved him, loved what they had done as much as he had. Never before had he let go like that, losing himself so completely, trusting the other person to be there when it was done. Trusting his full heart to someone else.
Cloud closed his eyes. Let me deserve her, he mentally whispered. “It was,” he agreed.
Laughing with delight she collapsed back onto the pillows, mussed tresses spilling over her shoulder. “Come here,” she invited.
He shifted so that he lay beside her. They stayed that way for a long time, without the need for words between them, their soft caresses and gentle kisses telling all. In the wee hours just before dawn they made love again, slowly, thoroughly, and although the pace was less frantic, the release was just as intense.
Sated and sleepy, Tifa curled against Cloud, protected in the curve of his shoulder and the curl of his wing.
Author/Artist:
windrider1Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex
Prompt:Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Wings -- glorious, golden, and utterly unexpected
Word count: 2766
A/N: Late. Again. But this one was harder to write than I thought it would be. I still hope it's enjoyed!
Tifa was atop Seventh Heaven, overlooking the quiet streets of Edge when he found her. A soft breeze lifted the stray strands of her dark hair against her cheek and her nightgown against her legs as she watched the slumbering city beneath the dark sky of blended hues. It was well past midnight and the hustle and bustle of the growing city had dimmed to a subdued hum.
It was Tifa's favorite time, when the world was winding down and everyone was where they belonged. Everyone but him, he thought with a rueful twist of his lips.
He'd been out on WRO business for more than a week and a last minute delivery to Kalm detoured him another day. Or at least it should have, if he hadn't pushed past sleep and drove all night.
“Hello, Cloud.” She hadn’t turned, but she instinctively knew he was there. She always seemed to know when he was near.
“I thought you'd be in bed.” His deep voice was tired, but there was tenderness in it. A soft undertone that he only ever used with her.
She turned and gave him a welcoming smile over her shoulder. “And I thought you wouldn't be back until morning.”
“Mm.” He walked to her, wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled into the crook of her neck. “Missed you.”
It was such a simple, uncomplicated thing to say, yet it caused her to blush against him and he smiled into her hair. She turned in his arms, linked hers behind his neck and tilted her head back to look him in the face. “I missed you too.”
And it was his turn to redden, ever so slightly. She had this way of looking at him like she could see right through him, right down into his very soul.
In fact, it was the first thing he had ever noticed about her. Even as children her eyes were wondrous to him. Now, they captured him, kept him entranced. The rest of her was gorgeous as hell too, he acknowledged. A man would have to be dead and buried not to notice those long legs, curvy hips that swayed just-so when she walked, firm backside along with a pair of the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen, but it was her eyes that held him; so bold and beautiful, with shades of the crimson and chocolate, always shifting, always changing.
Whenever she was serious they were dark brown and when she laughed the shades swirled, to warm cinnamon, and still, other times, when she was well and truly pissed, they turned into hard, ruby chips.
Yes, her eyes had initially caught his attention, but it was her indelible spirit, her iron will and faith in all that was good in the world…all the good she saw in him, that captured his heart.
Cloud cradled her face in his un-gloved hands, brushed his lips over hers, ever so slight.
She placed her hands on his wrists to keep him locked to her. Their mouths came together hungrily. With a soft grunt, Cloud pulled her closer to him, tangled his fingers deep into the silken mass of her hair, groaning as she tightened her arms around his neck, giving herself up to him. She was always so responsive, so open with him.
Her fingers pushed through the thickness of his hair, pulled the ends gently and deepened their kiss. He hummed his approval, his tongue sliding past her parted lips. She moaned quietly; tightened her grip.
“Tifa...?” he murmured into her mouth.
“Hmm?” her reply was velvet and dreamy.
“Let's go to bed.”
Her lips curved against his and her teeth scraped playfully. “Definitely.”
Cloud put his arm around her waist, and together they made their way to the door. It took a few minutes to get inside between long kisses and murmurs, but they made it, and once there the two practically raced up the stairs.
As soon as the bedroom door latch was clicked into place Cloud shrugged off his shoulder armor, followed by his sword harness. Tifa slipped out of her nightdress and when gloriously naked, she gave him a look of blatant invitation.
“Beautiful,” his voice was sinfully dark and husky. He finished undressing quickly, then reached for her. She fit so perfectly in his arms, he thought, pressing her against him as close as possible. He needed her, needed to taste her, needed to hold her, needed to be held, and he needed to know she was his. Always his.
“I always was,” she murmured, touching his face, drawing him down for her kiss.
Effortlessly he lifted her, keeping their mouths fused even as he laid her down on their ivy embroidered comforter with care. Tifa clutched his shoulders, her breath quick, her hands roaming his back.
Cloud shifted his position, sliding down her body. He covered one breast with a warm hand, and the other with his hot mouth. His free hand traveled over her flat stomach and down, skimming the triangle of curls at the juncture of her thighs. He felt her shiver and took that response as his cue to press forward. His stroking fingers were firmer, yet still teasing. She pushed up against his hand, a soft moan that sounded like his name escaping her parted lips. He bent his head, suckling her opposite breast, pulling the tip deep into his mouth.
Her response was immediate and gratifying; her body arching against him, seeking his touch.
“Easy,” he chuckled against her, teeth rolling an erect nipple. “We’ve got all night.”
“Cloud, please…” Her hands clutched the bedding involuntarily when he teased the damp skin with featherlight strokes. Her legs curved, spread for him. “Please.”
She was so endearing, and so damn sexy, he thought, adjusting himself. Very deliberate, very thorough, he pressed soft kisses against her stomach, trailed lazily over the heated flesh.
“Open more for me, Tifa.” He instructed and gently pushed her legs apart, fitting himself snugly between them.
Trembling fingers slipped past her navel, between her thighs and she used her index and middle finger to part her folds for him.
Cloud groaned and lowered his head to taste her. “Perfect.”
“Gods!” Her knees curled, body taught as a bow.
He pressed his tongue deep, reveling in her open response. Her hands moved to clutch his hair, pulling against the roots, almost savagely. He licked slow circles and then quick flicks, alternating speed until she was lifting her ass off the mattress in time to his tongue thrusts. He moved his shoulders up, propped her and sucked on on her clit until she nearly screamed.
“Cloud, please, please, don't stop. Don't stop...oh, yes! Yes!” She bucked wildly, cried out and soaked his mouth and chin with her release.
Tifa in the throes of an orgasm was a sight to behold. She trembled all over, her skin flushed a rosy hue. Cloud watched her intently with glowing eyes and waited until she fell back onto the bed, limp.
“There's more.” He levered himself up, settled himself between legs slick with the evidence of release. He lined himself up, but refrained from thrusting into her ...just yet. Instead, he kissed her, long and deep and held her hands high above her head. And when she whimpered into his mouth and melted against him he whispered, “Tell me how you like it.”
Beneath him, Tifa gave a shy but sultry smile and locked her legs around his hips. “I like you deep,” she murmured, blushing furiously.
Cloud's breath hitched and his fingers tightened on hers. They'd never really been the 'talking' type of couple, and sex was often quiet with only soft sighs and low moans disturbing the shadows, but he appreciated her willingness to try for him. “Then take me deep,” he encouraged. Take everything from me, I'm yours.
Hesitantly she lifted herself up against him, and after a few awkward attempts, she effectively impaled herself. He groaned, closing his eyes. It was always so right with her.
“I love you,” she whispered when he began to move within her, slow, even strokes. She arched beneath him, taking him all the way inside. “You feel so good.”
“You too,” he rasped, kissing her neck, her shoulder. He buried his face beside hers on the pillow, giving a soft rumble when she licked his ear.
“I think about you, about this, all the time when you're away.”
He raised his head, brushed her open mouth with his. He thrust home, strong and sure. She arched her hips to meet his. “You do?”
“I do.” Her words came out in hard breathes.
He surged a bit higher, held the thrust and then moved slowly back and repeated.
“Cloud!” she gasped, both from pleasure and shock.
“I think about you too,” he confessed. “How it feels to be inside you.”
Her eyes widened a bit. Then, “How does it feel?”
“Like heaven, Tifa.” Her name was a husky, almost growl-like sound, escaping from his too tight throat. He slowed his pace and leaned his head back, watching her face as she took him in. He could see genuine rapture in her eyes and the sight was quite possibly one of the most beautiful he had ever seen, and one that would forever be etched in his mind.
His body began to tremble, and he fought to remain in control. He was always careful to stay in control. With his SOLDIER body and strength, he could very easily hurt her. That thought alone was enough to stutter his pace and have her eying him curiously.
“Cloud?”
“Just need a second,” he whispered, shifting his hips so that he rubbed her most sensitive area.
“No,” she said in that bedroom voice of hers. “You're holding back again. Don't. Not with me, Cloud. Please, don’t hold back.”
“I have to.”
“Why?” she asked, arcing into him.
“You just have to trust me.” He thrust and snapped his hips at the same time.
Her eyes closed and she let out a breathy cry. “I do...oh, Gods...trust you. I just...please, right there. Yes. I just want you to trust me.”
There was a note in her voice, under the passion and lust, of actual sadness and it had him cursing himself and his inability to even get this right, to be what she deserved.
“Trust me,” she encouraged.
“I don’t know,” he whispered, body aching, desperate to just give in and let go.
“Yes, you do,” she replied, anchoring his hips with her hands, pulling him deeper. “You’ve always known.”
“Please, Tifa I can’t think…” He scrambled for rational thought as her inner walls tightened around him. He grit his teeth against the pleasure.
“Then don't think,” she nipped his chin, licked the bite. “Let go. I want all of you.”
He could never deny her. He'd never been able to. With a helpless shudder, Cloud let himself go, thrusting and withdrawing in hard, brutal jerks. He buried his head in the soft hollow between her neck and shoulder, teeth sinking into the tender skin as he held back a shout.
“Only you do this to me,” his voice was ragged, drenched in heat. He gripped her securely, a tick working in his jaw. He groaned something inaudible, holding her legs apart. He was everywhere, his body hard and demanding, his eyes were near electric as he grabbed her waist, held her down.
Tifa’s breath caught, and Cloud realized that something was happening to him, something far beyond his control. “Tifa...” His voice was haunted, low and deep. “I can't stop.”
She silenced him with a kiss, her lips mashed to his. “Don't. Don't stop.”
The roaring need of his body engulfed him and he took her with borderline aggression. He was insatiable, taking her harder and faster. It wasn’t enough, he would never get enough of her and that thought terrified him nearly as much as anything else in his life had. He plunged deeper and deeper still, his low grunts and groans rasping in her ear.
He felt tight, like his skin had shrunk on him and everything that touched it was pleasure. The feel of her hand, the texture of her hair, even the damn bed on his knees was driving him insane. Something had to give, had to break. Gods above it was too much...
Tifa's hands were braced over her head, palms against the wall as he thrust in and out of her, forcefully moving the mattress, banging the headboard in a savage rhythm. Cloud dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his body driving into hers, his huffs and grunts increasing in volume and urgency. He gripped her hips, his strong fingers nearly bruising her, holding her steady as the pleasure mounted.
She writhed under him, her nails scoring his back.
“Tifa.” He slammed into her. “Help me.”
“Look at me,” she commanded. “Cloud, look at me.”
He did and was stunned when she smiled up at him. “I'm right here. It's okay. Just let go.”
Cloud splintered beneath the physical and emotional onslaught. He caught her close to his chest, pumping furiously, calling her name on a ragged breath as the pressure beneath his skin intensified and suddenly he felt like he was ripping open.
His thrusts became harder, faster, harder, faster. He felt it building and building until he came with such shuddering force he felt as though he was pouring his very soul deep inside of her. A gold wing erupted from his back, stretching out and up, the feathers touching the ceiling and fluttering onto the bed. “Tifa!”
His breathing was ragged and shallow once the room stopped spinning. “ Tifa?” No response. He lifted his head, worry etched on his face. Ifrit, what if he's hurt her?
But she was smiling. A smile so full of love and tenderness that for a moment he couldn’t speak. “You all right?” he swallowed.
She touched his cheek, her eyes wide. “You're beautiful,” she breathed.
And that's when he noticed. He jerked back, hand fumbling for the feathers at his back. “No!” The wing spread, flapped down and he ripped a handful of feathers from it.
“Cloud!” Tifa reached for him, gripped his hands. “Stop.”
“Tifa,” his eyes beseeching hers for understanding. “I'm...a monster.”
“No you're not.” She took his face between her palms. “You are Cloud Strife. The man I love.”
He shook his head. “Who happens to have a giant wing sprouting out of his back. It's the mark of a monster,” he affirmed.
“Cloud, don't be stupid,” she huffed.
He blinked at her.
“I wouldn't love a monster. Give me some credit.”
Cloud couldn't help the grateful warmth he felt at her teasing.
“That was amazing,” she continued. “I had no idea you could do that.”
“Honestly, neither did I.” He traced her lips with the blunt of his finger tip. “That was a first for me too.” His face darkened again.
“Don’t,” Tifa said. She touched the feathers of his wing with reverence. “Do not withdraw from me like that. This was special.”
“Sex with a freak is special.”
“Stop it. I love you. All of you. This was the real you, and it was beautiful.”
She meant it he realized. She loved him, loved what they had done as much as he had. Never before had he let go like that, losing himself so completely, trusting the other person to be there when it was done. Trusting his full heart to someone else.
Cloud closed his eyes. Let me deserve her, he mentally whispered. “It was,” he agreed.
Laughing with delight she collapsed back onto the pillows, mussed tresses spilling over her shoulder. “Come here,” she invited.
He shifted so that he lay beside her. They stayed that way for a long time, without the need for words between them, their soft caresses and gentle kisses telling all. In the wee hours just before dawn they made love again, slowly, thoroughly, and although the pace was less frantic, the release was just as intense.
Sated and sleepy, Tifa curled against Cloud, protected in the curve of his shoulder and the curl of his wing.
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Date: 2009-06-26 11:05 am (UTC)Also, LMAO at your explanation example.
"Cloud doesn't have a wing."
"Yes, he does."
"Where is it?"
"It only comes out during 'special moments'."
"Huh? What? Like the tooth fairy?"
"The tooth fairy comes out during sex?!?"
Ok, way too random, lol.