~Our Future // Final Fantasy 7~ [SoleAccord & Mint_Tea]

[SoleAccord]

It was well past nightfall when Cloud saw the rays of Edge’s lights as he continued down the empty freeway. Only a year after Meteorfall nearly doomed the world to obliteration, the survivors of the massive city known as Midgar managed to band together to rebuild. After relying on the dissolved corporation known as Shinra, the struggle to obtain raw, usable materials and come together without promise of pay or comfort was new to the living populace. They were used to the luxury of someone—something—telling them what was best for them. Without that, many were lost. Helpless. Hopeless.

A year ago, no one believed they could make something better out of Midgar’s ashes.

A year later, Edge was nearly completed, and all the blood, sweat, and tears culminated into a resurgence of hope.

Cloud descended the exit ramp of the freeway without a glance at the exit sign, having taken the same route home countless times before. He slowed to a cruising speed down empty roads, passing idle trucks and other empty automobiles. The streets were illuminated by streetlamps, but sidewalks were barren in the residential part of Edge.

Only when he rode into the business sector did he start to see actual life in the streets. Business owners begun closing shop and were lowering their shutters. Groups of friends and family were clutching bags and chatting together as they made their way home. If people didn’t work in one of these businesses, they were seeing to the construction of new ones. He wasn’t involved in overseeing the reconstruction efforts himself; despite what Tifa said, he never quite adjusted to the role of leadership. Instead, his business helped bolster the economy of Edge.

Strife Delivery Service—run by Tifa and himself. It was his responsibility to see that goods and valuables were transported to and from Edge. If it was too large for him to carry on the Fenrir, his motorcycle, he was charged with escorting a convoy of trucks that could get the job done.

He often loathed the rambunctiousness of others, but the money was too good to pass up. People paid big to ensure their livelihood was kept safe from gangs of thieves and monsters on the large stretches of road between Edge and other towns.

His recent delivery took him to the far-off port town of Junon to ensure a semi-truck full of machinery and electric tools were safely delivered. The men who accompanied him and unloaded the truck were friendly, but also far too chatty for his liking. And other than encountering a handful of wild beasts who steered clear of them as they sped through wilderness, nothing noteworthy occurred.

Tifa knew he arrived safely even before he called to tell her, something she insisted he do for her peace of mind. She received the hefty sum of money days ago, just like he insisted on, just so he knew the money was in good hands. But after the money was in her possession and his call to check in with her, the next five days were quiet.

It was hard to let go. Remembering who he really was, reliving the moment he crawled to Zack’s dying body, and cradling Aerith in his arms after failing to reach her in time—it broke him, over and over again.

These long stretches of time on trips weren’t simply to earn a living for himself and his family, but also to give Tifa a break from him. She would never admit such a thing, or even think it knowing her, but a year should be long enough to accept his failures and simply be glad that there were still precious people in his life that were still there for him.

Just saying to let it go and move on as if nothing happened was easy. But doing it was a challenge. All that pain and trauma could be endured when finding and stopping Sephiroth took precedence over everything, even his own pain.

Without a demon to chase, the demons behind him were all he had left, and they chased him not long after Meteorfall was stopped.

They mostly visited him in his sleep, constantly reminding him of his failures. No amount of good he did after Zack and Aerith died would erase that. If he were a stronger man—someone they could count on—then maybe they would still be here.

He endured these horrifying recollections for months on end, keeping them from Tifa as long as he could. She caught him mumbling in his sleep half a year ago; she tried getting him to open up about it, but he blew her off in order to not have her worry about him.

The last straw was the night before he left Edge a week ago. The reoccurring nightmare of seeing Sephiroth claim Aerith’s life was on an endless loop, eating at his very soul. It played out the same as always; he stood frozen, ordered by Sephiroth not to intervene as he descended upon Aerith and impaled her with his blade. But in the final sequence, Tifa was there in Aerith’s place, reaching out for him. A warm smile gleaming at him, she was completely blind to the murderous glare of the monster that closed in above her.

Any warning he tried shouting was mute. His body wouldn’t break free of the hold Sephiroth possessed over him. The blade pierced her heart through her back. Light left her eyes while her arm fell, and her body collapsed to the ground as a pool of crimson formed beneath her.

He couldn’t remember how long it took him to come back to reality, but what he could remember was how tightly Tifa embraced him. His heart pounded in his ears while beads of sweat cascaded down his forehead. She was whispering in his ear, over and over again, “I’m here”, “It’s okay”, “You’re safe”.

Even though his heart drummed with alarming strength, he still felt Tifa’s body involuntarily tremble against his own. He hoarsely said her name more than once, but she wouldn’t let go of him, not at first. Minutes went by that enabled him to catch his breath and steady his heartrate, and by the time Tifa allowed herself to release him, he cursed himself. Through darkness he could see the tears glistening on her cheeks that caught what light penetrated their window. And she fought against her own cracking voice to assure him that she was still here, that this was reality and that she wasn’t going anywhere—that no one was taking her away from him.

His warnings did reach her—in the real world, not his nightmares.

She knew for months that he was still recovering from the trauma. Her patience was infinite and her faith in him unshakable. The nightmares weren’t new, but never so bad that he woke her up from sleep and scared her to the point she broke down herself. The only thing he was thankful for in that moment was that their orphan son, Denzel, didn’t see or hear what just transpired.

Tifa refused to sleep until he did and remained awake beside him, ensuring he wouldn’t fear her absence. He pretended to fall asleep peacefully; she might have known he was faking it for her sake, but he never knew for certain. He just wanted to give her the peace of mind he was steadily losing.

Their battle ended a year ago. But in his mind, it was like he was still fighting it, over and over. He beat Sephiroth. Together with Tifa, Barret and the others, they managed to save more lives than Sephiroth and Shinra took. Edge was born from Midgar’s destruction. They adopted a young boy and gave him a home after he lost his parents from Meteorfall. Tifa opened up a bar and helped him create his own business. She loved him like no other. Their life together was a happy one.

He needed to let the past go, or else his future would go in its place.

Pulling up outside the bar, the Fenrir’s engine was cut and the goggles over his eyes were promptly removed and stored away.

7th Heaven was a popular spot; people frequently came to drown their woes and honor those they lost to Meteorfall. It also helped that Tifa had a reputation for not only selling quality drinks, but also being quite the attractive business owner. Each seat at the bar itself was constantly full. Drunkards wanted easy access to fresh rounds without wait, while some just wanted to be close to her. She was easy on the eyes with an inviting smile and a soothing voice to match. People treated her with kindness and left frequent tips to thank her just for listening to their troubles.

There was only a single instance where someone dared do her wrong. Mistaking her kindness for flirting, she repeatedly told an obnoxious customer that she was involved with someone else. At the time few knew this. They kept to themselves as a couple, which meant that many men tried their luck with her due to liquid courage. Besides, if they survived the end of the world, they could survive a beautiful woman declining their offer for a date.

But this man had a sharp tongue in place of working ears. As Tifa told him months ago, she tried being polite—forced smiles and all—about how she wasn’t available, and that she was happy with the man she was with. What she wanted to say that she wouldn’t sleep with him if he was the last man on earth, but she wasn’t cruel enough to say such a thing at the time.

Her patience ended when she asked him to leave and he staggered over to her in the midst of pouring a spectating customer a fresh drink. His hand found its way to her behind, firmly squeezing the cheek without warning. All exhilaration died, the ambiance from warm and joyous to shock and outrage. There were several men ready to stand up and throw the bastard out, but Tifa beat them to it.

She spun with a feline grace and responded not a moment later. Those closest to her could hear a fleshy crunch as a knee was driven into his groin. The offender crashed to the floor in agony, howling in extreme pain. From there, she needed to kindly ask someone to escort the man out and—if possible—see if someone couldn’t get him to a doctor. A couple of good gentlemen did her that kindness. Ever since, no one repeated what her first and only victim dare attempted. It turned out that liquid courage didn’t make your pelvis indestructible, nor the soft testicles between it and a kneecap.

Dismounting, Cloud watched as what looked to be coworkers stumbled out the door; two men in matching construction gear walked in sluggish lockstep, heavy footsteps joined by the clinking of tools at their hips continually bumping together. With glossy eyes and wide smirks, the duo walked right past Cloud without paying him any courtesy.

“Yer the besht, man, I ever tell ya that?” one said, squeezing his buddy tight with his arm; another clinking sound was made as their hips once more joined together.

“Me?” the other replied, pounding his chest with his fist. He shook his head slowly. “Nooooo no no… YER THE BESHT.”

“Now do—” Nearly stumbling over, the duo managed to correct themselves at the last moment. They continued walking absent of shame. “—don’t get all sappy on me. You mmmm…ake this clean-up gig worth it.”

“You really mean it?”

“I do... 'n hey, don’t ever change on me, you hear?”

“Never!”

“Thatsh… thatta boy!”

The pair stumbled further and further down the street, staggering and slurring about their supervisor, who apparently wasn’t the best. In fact, they found colorful terminology to describe him regardless of the inebriated state they were both happily swimming in.

Letting the amusement of their exit dwindle away, Cloud anxiously turned towards the bar doors. They haven’t spoken since he touched down in Junon six days ago. She understood him, knew that he needed more time to face both fear and doubt, but he was growing sick and tired of doing this to her. Making her worry about him day and night. Leaving her alone and wondering if he was safe, if he needed her to hold him again. And worst of all, making her shed tears out of fear for his safety and sanity.

She pulled him out of a coma after his mind was shattered, helped him piece together the memories that made him who he was and not just the caricature he invented to be more like Zack—a true hero. And she would do it all again because she loved him more than anything.

Knowing all of this, the time to stop running was now.

Sephiroth took his home, his mother, and Tifa’s mentor and father.

He wouldn’t take their happiness a second time, not even as a memory.

Advancing towards the door with purpose, he entered inside and was met with a welcoming warmth over the coldness of night. The tables were freshly polished and emptied of glasses and tankards. Over the heavy stench of strong alcohol, a growing twinge of cleaning product was noted. The chairs and booth cushions were glistening against the lighting overhead, evidence of a recent brush with a rag.

“Last Call was fifteen minutes ago,” announced a weary feminine voice beneath the bar ahead, the clanking of glasses being adjusted and replaced heard alongside it. It must’ve been a long night; Friday was her biggest turnout. “No exceptions, guys. I’ll open back up Monday.”

Closing the door behind him, he blindly reached back and turned the “Open” sign around; now reading “Closed”, it would dissuade anyone from entering inside. In case that alone wouldn’t do the job, he turned the door lock and closed the window curtains to provide them complete privacy.

“No exceptions?” Cloud repeated, feigning confusion. The clinking of glasses and bottles ended not a second later. “I’m not in trouble, am I?”

A subtle smirk formed while he held his breath, waiting for the moment Tifa would appear.

 

[Mint]

Life seemeed like it would be back to normal, for Tifa-- she had returned to her life of bartending, one would think she would be contended. The life she has in Midgar was the most contented to her, at least, she liked to imagine it like that. There was a certain joy to tending the bar, making drinks for travelers passing through the Sector she stayed in.

Seventh Heaven-- that was the name of her old bar. The one she was currently at was also named as such, but it was more-so out of honor... Or maybe it wasn't? It had been destroyed over a year ago by the destruction on Midgar. Everything she had worked for and everything she had built all came crumbling down along with so many innocent lives. So to name it Seventh Heaven felt a bit false to the name. She certainly didn't feel as comfortable here as she did at her previous location, but she made due the best she could. It seemed the tragedies never ended in not only her life but her companions from Avalanche and the like, and here she was-- trying her best to be strong. Like she wasn't letting anything affect her, that's not how she wanted to go about things but she needed to appear strong at least, for him.

Cloud, the name seemed to make her perk up at the sound of it. Whether it was a day at the bar and drunkards would be talking about how cloudy it was outside, or if someone actually cared to mention him in a soft conversation subtlety through the whispers in the walls, she would always feel her lips upturning into a smile. Usually, people would take notice-- people that more often than naught came specifically to faun over her specifically. She'd always be smiling as she wiped the inside of the empty glasses with a towel, leaving many a confused face as to why the mention of something like 'Clouds' would make her in such a dream-like state of happiness.

Her relationship with Cloud-- the man, not the water in the sky that people seemed to think she was smiling about-- was not exactly private. Well, it was kind of private, just because neither Tifa nor Cloud were much to shout out their status to every person possible. Even when she did mention she was taken and in a committed relationship to the eager men at the bar, it didn't really seem to sink in so she just more often than naught would brush them off. It's not like telling them she was dating Cloud would change their approaches, in fact-- it seemed to stir even more competition amongst them. Like they could 'change her mind', that they would be 'better' for her. She would always give a pained-- very forced smile back, mostly out of pity, and because she didn't want to lose too much business. Eager men vying for her hand was at least 60% of buisness, at least when she was on shift. It was just another reason she missed Cloud so much, with him around maybe she wouldn't have to keep replying to the day old questions like, 'If you're taken, why is he never here?' or 'I'd never leave a lass like you behind.'

She would always resist a scoff at such comments. These men obviously didn't understand the value of hard-work and she understood it possibly more-so than anyone else. She knew Cloud was always out hard working for them. While these men would just drool over her with empty words and an eager crotch.

Though she was more than capable of providing for herself, the addition of Denzel and now Marlene as Barret was off overseeing the Mako destructors-- that was an invaluable job and one she was more than willing to help out with-- in this case it was watching over his young daughter. With two extra children on top of things, funds were always on the low side. She was thankful to have a place living with Cloud while he brought in some extra money with his delivery services, and she understood more than anyone his work took him far and away for long periods of time. But still, there was a selfish part of her that wished he could be around more even if she knew it was not possible.

Silly wishes, she shook her head as she began to tidy up. It was about an hour before closing time when Amelia-- one of the waitresses who often was a bit chatty with Tifa did a knock on the door and cleared her throat.

"Heeey Tifa.~" Her voice carried out longer than needed too. "I'm gonna head out early-- you got things covered here?" She spoke with a hopeful smile upon her face as Tifa just frowned and sighed. She knew Amelia was not the most dependable-- especially when it came to clean-ups. More often than naught it was Tifa who was left alone in the restraunt to take care of everything. It wasn't such a big deal, but it did get annoying that she apparently had all this 'extra help' but at the end of the day it was always her carrying her own weight and everyone else's. But really, what was new about that.

"Yeah, as I always do I guess." Tifa spoke with slight sarcasm which she was sure would go right over the ditzy barmaid's head, and just to her 'surprise', it did.

"Okay that's great! Well, I'll see you Monday!~" Amelia did a little wave before tapping out of the bar, leaving Tifa to sigh once more as she adjusted the glasses. Hearing rustling outside at the bar, even at these later hours meant there was more customers to take care off.

"Hello? Anyone back there? We need some drinks over here!" A man's voice called out as Tifa quickly got up in a hurry. She adjusted her top and let the white shirt that only covered up higher than her navel snap back to her skin in an effort to pull it down slightly. Her breasts were always supple and snugged behind it, and it allowed for easier access to move around. But it was at the cost of more eyes ogling her, which she wouldn't care if it wasn't getting so late and now she had a whole mess to clean-- alone, she might add thanks to Amelia's departure.

"Coming, coming!" Tifa repeated as she bounded out of the room. Her long black hair swaying with each movement, these days she often did it up in a pony-tail just to try something new, but today was one of the days she just had it down, a familiar feeling.

"What'll it be fellas?" Tifa spoke with a tired smile. Even with how visibly exhausted she looked she still managed to put out a welcoming and warm smile. It was something that didn't go unnoticed in Edge-- when things were still a bit bleak, a smile from a pretty girl like Tifa often would be enough to brighten anyone's day.

The men seemed oblivious to Tifa's exhaustion and one of them spoke eagerly.

"We'll have two of your house special drinks." He said with a hum, his gaze falling on Tifa's figure.

Tifa didn't make any move to stop it, not like she could. It was only when they got handsy was when she would bite back, and she bit back hard.

"Two Cosmo Canyons, coming right up!" She quickly moved herself over to the left of the bar and began pouring red liquid masterfully into a shaker. She did a playful swish and smirked back at the customers-- it was basically tradition for her to do have a good time making drinks even when she was tired. Anything to further mask the feeling of exhaustion and appear energized.

With proficient ease she poured the drinks into the desired cups. The red colored liquid glimmered in the low lights of the bar as she slid them down the bar with a gentle shove, letting the two men indulge. Quickly after downing it they were eager for more... and more.

Tifa obliged but she did have a lot of work to do out back. Figures-- she would get a couple of heavyweights when it was closing time in an hour. Not about to complain she served them drink after drink-- it was obvious they liked it with how fast they downed it. As they got more comfortable with the alcohol running through their veins they got more obvious about their compliments towards the drinks and to her. She was used to it, she just sort of gently laughed it off.

It was getting late by the time the men stood up and drunkenly swayed out the door, barely able to walk. Tifa watched them go hesitantly, ready to mop up any vomit should they do so. She let out a sigh of relief as one of them staggered out the door, holding the other on their shoulder. They appeared to be construction workers of some kind, she hadn't really chatted it up with them as they were stuffing their faces with drinks-- and besides, her mind was elsewhere.

Any other drinkers in the bar would hear her mention last calls, and when it was clear the few other people in the back made their way out, leaving Tifa once again alone in the bar.

She rolled her shoulders back as she went into the back room and began adjusting the glasses she had been wanting to arrange for the past hour. As she did so she let out a tired yawn and rubbed her eye. She hoped Denzel and Marlene were already asleep by the time she would get back, she was ready to flop into bed herself.

Smiling to herself at the thought of some rest she heard footsteps approach inside the bar. She sighed-- she hated kicking people out, but she had to be firm or people would walk all over her.

“Last Call was fifteen minutes ago,” Her voice couldn't mask the exhaustion she felt but even so, she didn't have a hint of disdain or dread in her voice. “No exceptions, guys. I’ll open back up Monday.”

She stood up, when it was clear whoever was in here wasn't leaving. As she stood up she straightened her back and ran a hand down the curve of her thigh, standing up and adjusting her hair. Her silver colored earrings dangled gently as she stood back up and walked back into the main room.

Her eyes did a double take as she saw just who was standing there, it was Cloud! She wasn't expecting him today obviously. He had usually been so good about keeping her updated ever since she made it clear she would like to know his whereabouts-- mostly out of worry for him. If he ever needed someone to share his feelings with too, she wanted to be there to offer it for him anytime he needed it. She hated not being with him all the time, especially since she knew he had a tendency to bottle things up, even from her.

"Cloud!" She exclaimed as she hurriedly brushed past the bar and lifted the wooden railing that seperated her from the stools. She quickly rushed up to him without even questioning why he was here-- that would come later. First came her joy at seeing him again.

In a swift rush forwards she captured his body with her arms-- strong and toned from all her work as a brawler in her spare time. Her arms wrapped around his back as she let her chest press up against his own. Her breasts squashed slightly as she tilted her head to the side and let it rest under his chin. In this embrace she poured out her longing for him, how much she had missed him and worried for him all in a single movement. She breathed him in-- it had been too long without him. Her head moved from his chest to look up at him, there was love in her eyes as she blinked slowly. Then it hit her-- he should be in trouble, right?

"Wait no, what are you doing here? Why didn't you let me know you were coming sooner?!" Tifa suddenly broke their close embrace, but her hands seemed to find his as she stubbornly grabbed onto them. Her face scrunched up slightly to convey her anger but he could feel just how much of an affect his mere touch had on her. Her words though sounding annoyed, were laced with worry and tenderness more than anything else.

"You need to let me know, I could have gotten more ready for you and I-" She cut herself off from going further. She realized that chiding him may not be the best thing to do-- even if she desperately wanted to let him know that. She was supposed to make him happy, but she couldn't resist letting her bottled up feelings leak a little bit.

"We are in this together, right? I missed you, and I was really worried when I hadn't heard from you today you know..." Her voice got softer and more gentle now as her thumb brushed up against the back of his palm. The sensation making her heart pulse, she missed every moment not spent with his touch. She looked up into his piercingly blue eyes, she always felt goosebumps go down her arms when she did so. There was something so irresistibly charming about him as a whole, the way his blonde hair-- spiky and framed his face so well, she found herself staring like she hadn't before. His lips, they called to her as she felt her own parting at the sight. Part of her wanted nothing more than to lean in and take them with her own, but she stopped herself. First thing was first, she had to make sure he was taken care of in every other department. Then maybe if she was lucky she would be content to just hold his hand for a second longer.

"Anyway," She cleared her throat as she averted her gaze and let go off their hands intertwined, worried she may have overstepped his comfort if he was stressed out in particular.

"Are you hungry? Or maybe thirsty? I can whip up something really quick! It's really no trouble at all!" Tifa started as she began to walk back towards the bar, before he could even answer.

"Let's see, I've got some steak here... maybe? No wait, Amelia ate that earlier." Tifa spoke aloud to herself softly as she looked around determined to find something for Cloud. She placed her hand on her hip and then rested her weight to one side, even a few feet away-- he would be met with the sight of her curvaceous body. Her thick and firm ass popped out and leaving little to the imagination with the way she rested upon her leg. Though her head was tilted to the side he would have a clear view of her face deep in thought as she blinked slowly, those long lashes batting almost seductively as she looked at the cabinets. She tapped her foot impatiently with herself- trying to remember if she had any food around. It was difficult to say if she was doing it on purpose or if she just happened to be standing in such a way, either way, it seemed to be unclear. If he had spoken out that he wasn't hungry she wouldn't have heard it as she mumbled to herself trying to think of places food may be.

"Well if I can't find anything here I have some grilled fish left over from yesterday at home. It's really good I promise! I picked up some miso paste for it yesterday. It adds a nice flavor, Marlene can't get enough of it and Denzel well-- I think he prefers steak." Tifa turned back to him, there was something in her throat as she did so- like the mere sight of him took her breath away again. Now she would listen if he spoke up again as her attention was fixated back upon him.

She stepped in closer instinctively for him. The way she sauntered up to him cautiously but also eagerly. It was obvious she missed him greatly but she was holding back a lot in order to make sure he was comfortable more than anything. Even through her exhaustion he could see the effort she went through to appear energetic for him.

She smiled at him gently, like she had always done. Her hands glanced back down to his hands-- clearly craving his touch, but she made no move to act upon it as she turned her attention back up to him, waiting expectantly for him to agree with her plans for food, surely. Her hands clasped together underneath her cleavage, fingers interlocking as she tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, like she was curious about the answer more than anything.

Tifa made no other moves to push him further. Just wanting to know what he wanted, and how to make him feel more at ease or comforted.

 

[SoleAccord]

Cloud’s cool demeanor cracked once Tifa’s eyes connected with him, and he couldn’t stop the emergence of his smile any more than she could the joy at his return.

Stepping forward to meet her halfway, he opened his arms and embraced her with the same tender fervor she showed him. Lightly resting his chin atop her head, the weariness of his travels alleviated in a matter of seconds. Her scent was taken in, deeply and quietly, as he cherished their reunion with a moment of silence.

Not long after giving him the welcome he sorely needed, her senses returned to her. The happiness of his arrival was now joined by questions she deserved to have answered.

His smile faltered into resolute neutrality, with only his eyes betraying it. Despite the questions she directed to him, he was glad to hear them from her. An affectionate gleam in his eyes, he was prepared to find it within himself to give her the answers he’d come to while he was away.

He cast his eyes down to their joined hands and strengthened his grip. Both thumbs gently caressed her knuckles as he bore the brunt of her concerns. Not once did he interrupt; silent as he was, he understood that her feelings for him were powerful. That power didn’t lose its restraint often, and when it did, he was deserving of it. Any outburst Tifa made wasn’t to harm him, only to help.

This time, he was the one that needed to help her through this.

“I know…” Cloud returned his gaze to her face, pausing only briefly at her soft lips. They were tempting him, more than usual. “I’ll explain everything, when we’re both ready. I owe you answers, and I promise you’ll have them. I had a lot to think about while I was gone.”

It was cryptic, and maybe a little suspenseful, but Tifa appeared satisfied enough to move on for now. He silently rejoiced as her thumbs mimicked his own movements and brushed the back of his palms, a sensation he deeply missed since his departure. Affection like theirs was often subtle and silent. Holding her hand and looking into her eyes did wonders for his anxiety. When things were darkest for him, he looked to her for another perspective, and often guidance.

Denzel and Marlene called him a hero, but the truth was that Tifa saved him more than he’s ever saved her.

He’d never stop being thankful for that.

Before he could invite her to show him how she really felt about his absence, Tifa broke their joined hands only to question if he was well after his journey back home. If Cloud wasn’t used to her supportive behavior, he’d be taken aback, but this was all too common for her. After a full shift at work and presumably left to close the bar on her own, she was still willing to drop everything to satisfy him.

“I—” Before he could dismiss the notion, Tifa already turned and moved behind the bar to find something fitting for him to munch on. Typical of her.

Lightly shaking his head, Cloud offered a brief smile at her back before advancing to the bar and pulling out one of the stools to sit on.

He watched as she searched high and low for something to eat. It wasn’t unusual for her to bring something home, but those times were becoming rare. Tifa sometimes underestimated the popularity of this business; if people weren’t indulging in abundant amounts of fine alcohol, the meals she offered resulted in plates that were spotless upon their return to the kitchen. In trying times like these, a bar was what hardworking men could look forward to after long shifts, and even longer weeks. It was unlikely that she would find anything that remained, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her not to bother.

As he was about to request whiskey—just so she could feel as though she were taking care of him—something of greater interest than a fine meal and a strong drink attracted his attention.

Tifa was a once-in-a-lifetime beauty, and every man in Edge knew it. Not only were her looks in a class of their own, but her body was enough to make holy men want to betray every vow ever taken since following the church. It wasn’t often that he was struck with the same awe and arousal as the commoners who frequented the bar, but these were special circumstances.

Her butt was firm and plump as usual, and it was swaying from left to right as she looked high and low for something suitable for him. It wasn’t like Tifa to tease him like this. Her desire for physical attention was usually more subtle, and not at all meant to attract attention on this scale. Often all she needed to do was quietly ask him if tonight was good, and he’d be ready to go if it was.

Tearing his eyes from the bounce of those cheeks, he gazed up to see if she was watching him stare at her while she did this. Either she had no clue of the show she was giving him, or she did a good job of hiding it. Her innocence was evident by her refusal to stop searching for something, anything that might fill his belly.

His intention to request whiskey died the moment he noticed this taking place. Even if he passed on the offer, she wasn’t the type to take no for an answer.

Emboldened by her naïve hip swaying, Cloud returned his focus to her butt. The weariness of his travels had vanished from her embrace, but now with an ample view of her backside after a week away he was becoming energized. His blood ran hotter as his soft member begun stirring in his pants, swelling quickly and quietly as these tension-filled seconds continued to pass. Becoming more and more aware of his own urges, he fought a quiet battle to restrain them a little longer but was quick to find that he was losing.

When Tifa gave up the search, Cloud stood up automatically as if on some sort of autopilot akin to Cid’s airship. She came around and made mention of leftover fish. Anything Tifa prepared was delicious, and he fully believed her when she claimed it to be good. Her culinary skills weren’t under scrutiny by anyone, least of all him.

Now that she mentioned it, he could go for something to eat.

He read her long and well, judging her gaze falling to his hands as well as the close proximity they now shared. This wasn’t the time to play games about what was really happening here, nor was he willing to pass on the opportunity to have anything he wanted so long as she prepared it for him.

Behind his cool and composed stare, the gears of a pent-up man started to turn. If she noticed his hands, then she must’ve noticed the growing bulge between them. The silence that followed was far longer and more deafening than the last, and this time he believed that Tifa wouldn’t break the embrace to come so easily.

Like her, he wanted more than what handholding could give.

“I wasn’t hungry or thirsty before, actually.” Cloud continued before her disappointment could fully register. “But thanks to you, I think I found my appetite. And… I’m hungrier than I thought.”

Sexual innuendo was never his strength. He was a man of action, who performed better than he suggested. Tifa knew this, and yet he had a feeling that the effort to seduce her out of the blue might be appreciated. If nothing else, this invisible, thick tension between them could now go somewhere. This time, he would be the one to make the first move.

The hands she longed for had simultaneously moved to her hips, seizing them tightly before Tifa found herself lifted off her feet and placed on the freshly polished countertop beside them. He moved in on her not a moment later, bringing his lips to join her in a quiet, deep embrace. It was dry at first, if only to test her willingness to continue the kiss, but before long he managed to prod her lips with his tongue and wordlessly suggest that this kiss be taken to the next level.

Shutting his eyes and letting his instincts guide him, his hands ran down the outside of her thighs and crept to her smooth knees. He pushed them apart and invited himself against her further, inhaling the scent of her body deep. He reached behind them next and pulled her body close to him as can be, her breasts once again pushed tightly against his chest.

He wasn’t afraid to allow Tifa the chance to be dominant with her affections, but she would find that he was as immobile as a boulder. When it came to taking care of him, Tifa was deaf to all but the answers she wanted to hear sometimes. She would come to find that his rising sexual arousal would have the same effect; he could hear her refusal to continue, but not just yet. He was deaf to everything but what moans he could elicit in response to his actions.

Voluntarily blind, he drew his chest back slightly only to bring his hands between them. He cupped both breasts in his hand and caressed them, but quickly found that the protection of her shirt and sports bra was too restrictive. Hooking both thumbs beneath her shirt and bra both, Cloud drew them both up and let her breasts freely fall back into place, guaranteed to be bouncing as they did so.

Only after her heavy tits were freed did his eyes open. Their interlocked tongues and moistened lips were parted by his own doing.

“Lie back,” he asked her with a breathless whisper. “Please.”

He did not need to beg Tifa often, but when he did it showed how desperate he was for her.

Hoping to coax her into relinquishing any control she had remaining, he knelt down slightly and grabbed both her breasts. Rocking them together for the moment, he moved in and latched his mouth to one; his hot, slick tongue darted to the sensitive bud and stroked across its dry surface, lathering it in saliva as he suckled loudly.

Gently pulling her whole breast back with only his mouth, he freed it only to watch it bounce back into place perfectly. Then, Cloud moved on the other; providing the same level of attention as he did its twin, the only dry nipple Tifa had remaining was now being drenched by a saliva-covered tongue whilst being worshipped and sucked.

He was normally a subtle lover, but the strength of his suckling as well as the erratic movements of his tongue were to show Tifa, without a word, that he needed attention that only she could provide, and he needed it now.

If not for the observation that Tifa was indeed alone, and that Amelia indeed left her to clean up by herself yet again, this moment wouldn’t be possible.

By now, she might know of what his appetite was alluding to; natural, moist, and warm—her pussy was the meal he wanted her to fill his mouth with. He was going to be a messy eater tonight.

 

[Mint]

Though there was a part of Tifa that wanted to hear about Cloud's journey and why he had decided to surprise her-- he was really not one for surprises. He had changed a lot since they had grown up together, but one thing was for certain, at least after all the trauma he had been through, surprises were not really something he did much.

Not that she minded, she knew what she was getting into when they had confessed their feelings towards one another a year ago. The feelings had always been there for her, she just was unable to read his affections because he hid them so well. Not just from her, from everyone. He kept things to himself, and she wanted to respect it- but it was hard. Because so badly she wanted him to open up with her, just... tell her everything. She wanted to help, she wanted him to love her like she loved him. Though she knew he did-- it was hard grasping when he was apart from her. Her mind wanted him near and her body even more than that.

Her urges were able to be controlled, she was too considerate to act on them even if that's what she wanted. The mere sight of him again seemed to stir something within her, but absolutely first for her was taking care of him.

It always felt like it was her initiating affections onto and well, she didn't like the idea of him being with her just for her needs. Cloud was a selfless lover- it was always about her pleasure, and when she would try and return the favor to him it would always be met with him overwhelming with pleasure her to the point she couldn't even argue back with words.

Perhaps that was why she was still so madly taken by him. Men of all shapes and sizes came into the bar on the daily and though she may not be the most observant as she tended to focus on her work- she was not so naive to realize that a good amount were very clearly checking her out in more ways than one. If they got verbal in their compliments she would always shut them down politely. But even so- she never found herself for even a moment swayed by the idea of a man more boisterious and open- even if it would be easier to read a man like that- her heart was only for his alone. Though his closed off demeanor and collected gaze made it near impossible to tell what he was feeling, Tifa had gotten close enough to realize that even his subtly had a limit- even if it was damn hard to pick up on.

Patience was key with their relationship and she was never going to push him in a way that might make him uncomfortable. After all he's done for everyone- for her- she just wanted to make him feel complete. She just hoped that she made a difference to him- that she was helping him feel... happier?

When Tifa returned to him, she hadn't realized he had been eyeing up her backside. She wasn't the type to put herself on display- it just sort of happened in the way she stood and moved about. But to say she was a bit shocked at her boyfriends' 'enthusiasm' which she did not miss for even a second- was a bit of an understatement. She felt her cheeks light up a lovely shade of pink as she cleared her throat. Unsure if he was able to act on the urges, she decided for the time being she wouldn't comment on it. Surely he must be too tired, and she didn't want to be a bother. Despite her heart pounding in her chest and her toned legs squeezing together in an effort to stop any sort of growing arousal that might be pooling between her legs. She had to be strong- she couldn't burden him with the prospect of sex-- not when he was probably tired and hungry.

"Really-- it's no trouble I'll find some-" She started but her voice quickly died out as soon as it began at his next comment.

The woman's legs felt weak like some sort of jello at his words. Cloud was not really the flirty type, so to hear such an innuendo come out of his mouth was a bit shocking, but definitely not unwelcome. She felt a shiver go down her arms as she instinctively rubbed her forearms with her still semi-gloved hands.

"Cloud, you really don't have to- I mean... I know you're tired and I... If I was staring-- I really don't want you to feel like you have to-" Tifa started a myriad of excuses. She wasn't sure where the words from Cloud's mouth came from but it almost seemed a bit too good to be true. The last thing she wanted was for him to be doing this just to please her- she wanted to help him heal- if it was just for her sake she couldn't allow it.

It was clear from her hungry gaze at his groin that she wanted him, badly. He was perceptive, and likely noticed it. So she had to at least bring it to point.

She let out a small gasp in her throat at the sudden touch of his hands upon her hips. Her waist was toned, the lines of her abdomen visible and yet her skin, soft and feminine to the touch.

Once upon the counter top she looked back at him intently and with fervency. What was he planning? This was so unlike Cloud to be so bold in touching her first, in moving his embrace. She found herself falling under some sort of spell when she saw him leaning in to her lips.

She truly did everything she could to hold herself back. But as soon as his lips prodded against hers she felt herself leaning forward to feel his touch, his warmth. The taste of his soft lips up against her sent shivers and chills down her spine and little jolts of electricity seemed to buzz throughout her. Her hands were eager to place them upon the back of his neck. The soft feeling of his blonde hair upon the parts of her glove where her fingers were bare was everything she could ask for. Her breathing started out gently, until the feeling of his tongue against her lips made her weak and ragged.

Opening her mouth to allow him entry, she wanted to see what he wanted to do. This wasn't like anything she had experienced with him before and to say she was eager for him was the understatement of the century.

She was starting to feel drunk off the kiss. The time apart like a barrier that needed to be replenished with his mouth up against hers. Her eyes selfishly fell shut as she relied on her other senses for a moment. Her own tongue hesitantly moved from her mouth and made contact with his, letting him enter her mouth in a very intimate fashion.

Hands moved from the nape of his neck downwards and gently eased him closer, never pushing, never forcing- despite how his body was sending her into such a fit of arousal she didn't for a moment assert her aggression onto him. Rather, she responded to his kiss with compassion and love, never for a moment rushing him to go further and faster. She loved him so much, and well, even if there was a part of her that was trying hard to not go further, the other part of her was losing control against him fast.

Her breathe was warm and heavy, parting their lips. She almost interrupted what he was saying because a second without his lips up against hers was too long after he had ignited such a fire within her.

"Cloud- We really-" She started, the brief part of their lips allowing for a moment of control back in her mind. But it didn't last, the bold movement of his hands going to unclasp her bra made her let out a breathe. The feeling of the constricting fabric removed was normally a god send at the end of the day. Though her breasts weren't droopy in the slightest, they were quite large and well, needed to be held in place securely. So when they were released it made sense they bounced in place for a few moments and she found herself on the verge of losing herself in his touch. Just the warmth of his hand alone- it caused a dampness to form in her panties. Her legs were squeezed together tight to hide this growing desire for him further and further.

She whimpered when she heard the desperation in his voice. Every part of her wasn't ready to continue this- but she truly, truly couldn't deny him. It was not often Cloud was on the offensive with her and she was going to savor every moment of this.

Her hands snaked up his neck and to the back of his head when his mouth made contact with her pillowy breasts. Her nipple fully erect against his mouth and the sensitive bud seemed to swell up against the movements of his tongue. Moans elicited from her throat at the sensitive area he was toying with and her eyes were half-lidded and filled with an intense amount of lust.

"We- We can't, we shouldn't-" Her voice was weak as her grip on his head fell and a contrast to her words- she actually did as he begged of her. Her forearms supporting her weight as she pulled her breasts painfully away from his mouth. She wasn't sure how long she could last if he was just playing with them like he was. She was hesistant to go any further despite what her body was screaming for him because well, this was a public bar. It may be 'closed' but she hadn't locked up and people had been known to wander in despite her giving last calls.

Her arms couldn't support themselves any longer as she was laid out splayed across the counter top. Her long black hair splashed around her, like a pool of midnight upon the low lights of the bar. Her eye-lids fell low and she blinked slowly, her chest rising and falling with the tight conscription of her top still pressing up against the top of her breasts, making a small mark on the soft skin of her breasts. Laying down, it was impossible to close her legs up, her arousal was imminent and while not staining through her pants, if his hand went anywhere near her lower half he would feel the heat emanating from her womanhood at his touch.

"I... I want you Cloud- I really, really want you-" Her voice was shallow in her throat. Like she was struggling to even speak at this sesnation. Her breasts felt cold in the air, having been exposed to his warm mouth and now back in the air of the night.

"-But I can't, not in here." She shut her eyes painfully at the mere thought of refusing his advacne right here. All she wanted, all she was thinking about was him and how he would feel up against her. But this wasn't the place. If not that she had just cleaned up and she knew that they wouldn't be able to control themselves and make a mess- it was even more worrisome that someone could walk in at any second. Perhaps she had a thing for privacy, but she only wanted Cloud to look upon her bare body, and she wanted to give him everything. There couldn't be a 'half-done' moment once they got started. She knew this, and she suspected he knew this too.

With a start she slowly moved herself up back to a seated position, she gently adjusted her top so it was semi-presentable if they were able to walk out.

"Please don't think for a second I don't want this, that I don't want you." She suddenly started speaking and in a hurry she kissed him. Her neck craned upwards and her top squished up against his chest. Shuddering at the feel of his lips up against hers again she pulled away all too soon because she knew she would get lost in his touch.

Tifa felt it important to make it clear to Cloud how much she wanted him. The last thing she wanted was for his confidence to falter because they weren't able to continue here- in the bar.

She pulled away slowly, as if some force was drawing her back to him and the part was ever so slow and passionate.

"Just in here, people come in sometimes. I don't want to start something and have it be ruined- not after waiting for you for so long." Her hand went up to tenderly cup his cheek as she stared at his eyes longingly.

"Can we... Can we continue this back at home?" She asked hopefully. She wasn't sure what he would say, because she so desperately wanted him and she could only hope that her 'refusal' to go any further here didn't turn him off. It wasn't too often she got Cloud in such a mood and she wanted to make it special for him, now that she knew that he wasn't just acting for her own sake.

"Please." She mirrored the desperation in his voice as her legs moved themselves around his hips, still seated upon the bar she gave a deep kiss to his lips and felt her breathe melt away into his. Her hands fell limp behind her as she pushed herself up against him. The way her body seemed to instinctively wrap up against his would give him a hint just how badly she needed him.

The part of their lips left her breathless. Mouth was tingling with sensations all over- she knew she better not kiss him again, lest she do something she would regret in this very public bar.

"Let's go home, now." There was a sort of urgency to her voice as she got off the counter and beckoned for him to follow her. She moved faster than she normally did. The swaying of her hips- it was almost seductive but it wasn't even intended to be. She wasn't sure how he got here- if it was on his cycle or he had walked, but either way, home wasn't too far of a walk. The way her legs seemed to be moving just as fast as her heartbeat would give him a clue.

 

[SoleAccord]

He didn't know which of them moved to descend first. What he did know was that despite Tifa’s whimpers, her body reacted to him without fail. The buds of her nipples swelled easily, and he imagined that the third bud below was eager for the same attention he devoted to the others. It was never hard to arouse Tifa’s sexual appetite. Admittedly, he never paid as much attention to her responses until right this very moment. Unburdened by the world’s fate and no longer haunted by his past errors, the thrill of sex with her was now tenfold.

Her back fell to the counter at the same time his mouth fell between her thighs. A single hand still grasped one tit greedily, rolling and stroking the full flesh while a single finger brushed against her nipple. His other hand regretfully peeled away from her other breast to reach down and grasp one of her thighs, spreading it wider than the other before raising it up. Adjusting her leg to settle itself onto his shoulder, Cloud held it firm in case her squirming became uncontrollable.

The humidity of her loins hit him first, then the strong aroma of her arousal. Focusing through the shadows brought by her leather skirt, he could make out a darkened spot in the center of her underwear.

Cloud beamed with pride, though she couldn’t have seen for herself.

He approached it leisurely to allow more of the anticipation to grow. While he still handled her breast with an experienced touch, his tongue outstretched and tapped beneath the wet spot left from her loins. A sharp inhale of her lewd scent was taken deep into his lungs, making the dull throbbing in his pants intensify.

Before he could satisfy her urges and his growing appetite, the responsible part of Tifa overtook her aroused counterpart. At her protest, Cloud ceased all his efforts to please her. And feeling her sit up with a start, he forced his face away from the most eager part of her body.

Casting his eyes on her, he was curious to see if this was her idea of teasing. Maybe he wasn’t being nearly aggressive enough for her, and this was her way of encouraging him to pursue pleasing her?

One look into her eyes and he knew otherwise. He removed his hand from her breast before slowly standing up, gently removing her leg from his shoulder as he did so. This was no bluff, he realized. Tifa had too much to gain by his continued movements to simply stop. What he didn’t keep in mind was what she stood to lose if she didn’t stop herself.

The door was already locked, and the sign was switched to "Closed", he made certain of it before any of this could continue. However, you weren’t the most popular bar owner in town—or the hottest, according to many of her patrons who showered her body with praise day after day—without drunken laggards knocking on your door should a single light emanate from the blurred glass windows of the door just behind him.

It pained him not to press the matter, but he was only now becoming used to this dominant persona when it came to making love to her. Even if he continued, and even if no one showed up, there was still the matter of the mess they would almost certainly leave behind. Tifa was quite literally able to shower him in her gratitude, as was he to her. They would need to remain behind to clean up the place, and that was if they could manage it. Sex took so much out of them that cleaning up was the last thing on their minds.

He decided she was correct.

“Ti—” Half her name escaped his lips while the other half was stolen by hers. With widened eyes he watched as Tifa moved in for a kiss, eagerly pushing her heavy breasts against his chest.

His instincts kicked in; the hands that tended to her soft breasts now grasped at her hips to pull her body as closely as he could. His lips worked together against hers, adding to the warm friction she brought along his lips. Love was palpable; he only hoped that through his actions tonight and from this day forward, his love for her was just as tangible. There was a lot of time to make up for his failings as her lover.

She was the first to pull away again, and the first to speak.

The opportunity to confess to her that she was correct was now… but he hesitated. It would be easy to calm her fears, to say that her decision was the wisest of the two, but he was taken aback by how cute it was to see her worry about something so harmless. After countless times he’s suggested that sex wait, it was jarring to witness the tables turn on him. Now it was him left needy, and it was her apologizing over and over for doing so.

To see Tifa, the mature and good-hearted girl he wanted nothing more to impress since he was a child, apologizing to him after what he put her through…

His formal apology could wait. For now, that nagging pain in his chest from hearing pleas that he should be giving her would make her patience and stress mean something. He was finished with pity, and he was done being nothing more than a burden.

He cast a glance beside him as her legs joined together against his hips. The resumed movement of her lips brought his attention forward, and this time he met them head on. His hips rocked forward, the bound tip of his member pressing against her body to return the message she’d given him.

This burning, aching need was mutual.

This time when their lips came apart, breathing ragged and chests heaving, he beat her to the punch.

“Let me take you home,” he said with a rasp of desperation, his eyes locked on hers with devious intent.

She agreed not a second later.

It pained him to pull himself free from her clutches, but even more to let her walk past him and not seize her in his grip. Never—not even the night before they faced Sephiroth—had he wanted her as badly as he did when he allowed her to lead them out. The subtle swaying of her hips kept his attention; normally he respected her enough to keep his focus above her neck, but tonight was not like any other and she’d soon find out.

When he followed her outside and hit the lights for her, a man reeking of booze laid face-first and flat against the steps leading to the bar. It was humorous to see that her fear of being interrupted was closer than they realized. Tifa paid him no mind, and instead went for his motorcycle without a word to the snoring gentleman.

Cloud nudged his shoulder with his foot as he walked by. “Place is closed,” he said without taking his eyes off Tifa’s back. “Go home.”

The man in question didn’t move an inch and continued to inhale deeply, then exhale heavily.

Mounting his motorcycle, Cloud took a moment to appreciate the feeling of her against his back. ‘It’s been too long since I’ve taken her for a ride…’ he thought solemnly. ‘Tomorrow.’

Firing up the engine, he revved it up multiple times. The sharp clap of noise caused the snoozing drunk to flip over with a start. With luck, it was enough for him to come to his senses and stay awake long enough to get home. As for the rider, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

The pair rode away, leaving the drunk in the dust.

The cool air of night felt great against his skin but could do nothing to stop it from burning still. Against his back, Tifa’s body provided him with continued warmth he still yearned for.

What happened in the bar was what kept them from chatting. The ride home was short, this was true, but the chit-chat of today was no longer at the forefront. Their priorities shifted completely, with only one thing on their minds.

…Well, two.

As recklessly horny as they both were, they were still responsible for a pair of children they considered family. A lack of blood relation mattered little. Denzel and Marlene would be safe under their care and would always be the priority for them. It was in their combined nature to protect each other from harm, but that went double for the kids.

When he arrived home and parked, Tifa practically jumped off to make for the door and open it up. He hastily followed, practically hustling with how quickly she moved. As he locked the door behind him, Tifa looked towards the kitchen. The scent of fish hung in the air. Leftovers the kids warmed up for dinner, he assumed.

Tifa turned to him with that protective glimmer in her eye, but Cloud beat her again. “No. You’re dinner tonight,” he quickly reminded her, a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. “Upstairs. I mean it.”

To prove his commitment to taking his meal to go, he approached her and took her by the hand, then guided her upstairs. Whatever other intentions her instincts might lead her to pursue, he was nearly one-track minded in his desires; no desire to cook for him would override what they had in store for each other, of that he was certain.

Just before their bedroom door was Denzel’s room. Cloud stopped outside of it and peered at Tifa knowingly. Joined beside him, he carefully opened the door to peer inside. To his relief, both Denzel and Marlene were sound asleep in bed. Since Marlene was a guest and Denzel found himself protective of her, she was sleeping in his bed with him. A small, white bear with a big, red heart on its stomach separated the two by just a foot, but their heads were notably closer together than any other part of them. Denzel had two pillows, yet they both shared one.

Cloud noted that Denzel chose to sleep closest to the door. Should an intruder find themselves inside, he could place himself between them and Marlene. Cloud knew why he’d chosen to do so.

When he slept with Tifa, he did the same. His blade at rest beside the dresser, it was within reach to defend her from any intruders should any be unlucky enough to find themselves in their home.

A sliver of pride stirred in his heart. One look at Tifa and his thoughts became less innocent immediately. That was when he decided to leave the children alone, closing the door with the same care he did opening it.

When they next moved into their bedroom, Cloud found that everything was as normal.

As he nudged the door shut behind him, his eyes momentarily left Tifa to focus on his old blade—the Buster Sword. Ever since Sephiroth was defeated, it had become difficult to wield. Not physically, mind you, but emotionally. The weight of his guilt of being unable to help his friend, the only person in Shinra’s battle division that saw value in him as a person, as more than a tool, no longer burdened him—not like it once did. It was left by his bedside for lack of anywhere else appropriate to place it. With his custom-made sword still missing a few pieces, he thought it best to wait until its completion to place it somewhere memorable.

The place he said goodbye to Zack…

Cloud's thoughts nearly turned melancholy until he caught sight of Tifa’s newly bare back practically shimmering in the moonlight peeking through open blinds. The gentle breeze made from the slight crack beneath their window followed this, causing her black locks to sway from more than just her motions. One glimpse and he was ensnared instantly.

His member grew tense and the erection followed soon after, causing his length to reach half-hardness in seconds.

“I wish you let me do it,” he said quietly, bringing himself up against her from behind. One arm came up beneath her freed breasts, while the opposite’s hand moved to unfasten the belt for her skirt. “I enjoy watching them spill out.”

Part of the tease to not let him witness it for himself, perhaps? But, then again, his lust for her breasts never earned a mention. He loved every part of her body equally. Undressing her was his favorite part of foreplay. To be the sole man on the Planet to see her naked, to become one with her, brought him pride he’s never realized until this moment.

So much of what he loved about her was rising to the top of his mind, but that wasn’t all. The half-erect dick that pressed against her ass reached full, leaving him to grind the rigid length against her skirted bottom.

The belt was pulled from her skirt. Drawing away from her enough to let it drop to the floor, he tossed her belt in some dark, forgotten corner of the bedroom.

Kissing her bare shoulder, he inched closer and returned his lips to each new inch of flesh before winding up against her neck. Breathing hotly against it, a shiver ran down his spine. His manhood’s stiffness became painful to the point of wincing, and his balls started to churn in anticipation of a much needed release.

“I should still have some condoms left, so we can go all-out tonight,” he muttered proudly, gesturing towards the bedside desk. “I don’t think your thighs could do the job tonight. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

 

[Mint]

Tifa was glad at least, that her intuition seemed to hold more merit in that moment than her burning lust for her lover. It wasn't often that Cloud was this eager for her- or maybe he was, but before she always felt like it was her that had to initiate. So it became a cycle, less and less did she push for intimacy because she felt herself being a burden to him. She knew he loved her, and by god, she hoped he knew how much she loved him. But even so, it was an internal struggle for her. The last thing she would ever want was for herself to be apart of the problem. Together they had been through so much together, the loss of their hometown- everything they had held dear. They had lost that together.

There was nobody else in this world she felt more comfortable being around. While she was fine around most people to an extent, she did need some time to herself as a bit of an introvert. However, with Cloud she didn't need to 'recharge', in fact he charged her up in ways she couldn't describe. Not only an inspiration, a beacon, a pillar, someone she needed in her life now and always.

She just hoped he didn't get the wrong idea. With her kiss, she wanted to seal the deal and let him know that she still desired him more than he could ever know.

She thought to herself that she was being a bit selfish, getting so excited by the thought of him eager for her already. She clenched her legs together a bit tighter as she walked down the stairs of the bar. Anything to alleviate that feeling between her legs which had already gotten damp from his touch earlier. How long had it been since they had been together? The days seemed to pass by so quickly. While the people in the bar may change daily, without him, it felt the same every day. Pouring, serving, catering, and then back home. Sometimes she would chat a bit with Denzel or Marlene- fix them dinner, then prepare breakfast the night before. It was a routine she had, and while it wasn't the most exciting thing ever, it was a life.

Tifa knew well and why he had to go and leave her side. It was a selfish thought, but she wished she could be with him always. She would never say this- because she knew if she did he would make it happen. It was contradictory, but she knew that he needed to go out- not just for her sake but for the sake of the little family they've built together between Denzel and Marlene as well. So she would keep these thoughts to herself. She had promised herself that she would never become part of the problem for his inner-demons, he had more than enough to face. All she wanted was to be his beacon, like he was for her. These 'selfish' desires of hers needed to be tucked away. At least, for now.

Tifa was quick to ignore the drunkard outside her bar. She knew better than to make any sort of eye contact. Having Cloud behind her did indeed make her feel a bit more comforted. But at the same time, she was more than capable of handling herself should things ever get dicey on the road back home. She was lucky to have not ran into any trouble in the coming months of their relocation. Not because she was scared, but because she didn't wish to clean blood off her bare hands if some fool tried to touch her. She would still go home, cook dinner the same night even if something like that happened. To her, it would be nothing more than self defense, but it wasn't something she wanted Marlene especially- to see. Barett had entrusted her into their care after all. While the world was cruel, she didn't wish to expose sweet Marlene to what lies beyond the safety of their house quite yet. Denzel as well, she wanted them to enjoy being children, even just for a moment.

Time felt fleeting as Tifa took her seat behind Cloud on the motorcycle. Her arms made no move to tease him, nor did she give into her desires and begin feeling up his body like she wanted to. Her wrists clasped around his waist as they rode in relative silence, besides the sound of the motor and the city life in the nights. Relatively quiet still, considering that the events of what happened in Sector 7 were just over a year ago, and well, people were still having to adjust to this new area. Tifa included.

Once home, Tifa was quick to look over at the kitchen, not wanting to make light of her 'promise' from earlier to get Cloud something to eat. She figured he must be hungry, and that was not something she was about to have on her plate. Maybe she was too nurturing for her own good, because when he refused she turned heel, placing her hands on her hips. Like he was being stubborn.

"What do you mean no? It will take no time at all, let me just-" She paused, her voice caught in her throat, almost gasping for air at his next little quip. It didn't take a genius to figure out the innuendo- did he really? So it wasn't just obligation he wanted her back at the bar? He really couldn't wait?

The desire to move towards him and kiss him senseless was strong in that moment. It had been so long without his touch, and while she always put his well-being before her own, she was beginning to feel the effects of it taking a tole on not only her body but her sanity.

Tifa went real quiet when she heard the determination in his voice. She would like to think she knew him well, after all, they were childhood friends before. To say that he was even more stubborn than the likes of her when he got in one of his moods was the understatement of the century, and she knew better than to argue against him. Especially not when she wanted him too, so badly.

"C-cloud, are you really sure? You just got back- I don't want you to be hungry-" She ceased all talking once more when he took his hand in her own. A shaky breathe was all that came out instead of sentences. Her face felt warm when he touched her like this, filled with desire and a will that was slowly dying with every second spent with him, she caved.

No more arguments or retorts were made as they made their way upstairs. Her hands, seeming to match the callous of his own with how much she spent training as a brawler, somehow felt comforting to her. Well, it was like this every time they held hands, but even so.

The words still ringing in her head about what he said just moments ago. His tongue and mouth near her sex- just the mere thought of it was driving her mad.

Before they rushed into their room, Cloud peered into the room where Denzel and Marlene would hopefully be, fast asleep. She peered over his head to make sure that was the case. A gentle smile upon her face as she watched Marlene clutching her toy bear. She almost never let it go- Barlett gave that to her before he left once again. Maybe it was her way of coping with him being gone, like a part of him was still with her when he left.

Tifa did the same thing- not with a teddy bear, but with his large blade that rested near the entrance of their shared bedroom. Obviously, a teddy bear and a sword were vastly different from one another, but sometimes Tifa would look at it longingly when Clod had been gone for weeks on end. It was just nice to know that a part of him remained here, with her. Even if that 'part' was a blade used to strike down countless a foe.

"They're both going to be so excited when they see you've come back early." Tifa whispered, gently creaking the door shut and stepping back into the hallway.

"At dinner yesterday, I swear, Denzel wouldn't stop asking me when you would be coming back and I'd always have to say 'soon.'" Tifa looked down at her hands. She didn't want to bring up the subject of his sudden arrival again, but it was still lingering. She wished she knew where he was more- wished she could be more of a girlfriend to him without seeming so 'clingy'. It wasn't easy, she was still learning and she suspected he was too.

"They look up to you, both of them. But you know this already." Tifa said softly as she stepped inside the room. Briefly turning her back so her face was towards the moonlight. She suspected Cloud was distracted for a moment when she didn't hear his footsteps come up behind her.

Eagerly, but with a hint of bashfulness to her movements she removed her top that clung so tightly to her figure. In another movement she unclasped her white bra strap that held her rather massive breasts back. Letting them both spill forward in the moonlight, the soft hue of the night did well to illuminate not only her breasts, but her entire upper body. Toned from all the exercise and fitness she did in her life, but still somehow soft and womanly. It was no surprise why she had men lining up at her bar, but even so, only he got to see her in this state.

Tifa let out a small whimper at the chill of the night exposed upon her bare breasts. Her deep pink colored nipples starting to harden from the breeze drafting into the room. Her long, raven colored hair blew gently to the side so that Cloud could gaze upon her backside more easily.

Her body seemed to meld against his when he approached her from behind. Savoring the warmth his body provided against her back, she let out a small hum at his little 'protest'.

"Guess you'll just have to be quicker next time, hm?" She tilted her head to the side and let her arms affectionately brush up against his own arms that had stationed themselves beneath her breasts. It wasn't often he complimented parts of her body specifically- in fact, Cloud had seemed a lot more loving ever since he had gotten back earlier. She had to wonder what it was, did something happen on the road? Whatever it was, she was not about to complain.

"You can... remove the rest if you'd like." She said rather softly, it was only a moment they stood in silence. But the anticipation was starting to get to her. It only took one movement to feel his member pressed up against her ass. She didn't want to tease him further- at least not this point. So she restrained from rubbing up against him to allow him faster and easier access to her belt that held up her skirt.

She kind of liked him undressing her, maybe he was playing into that when he wanted to undress her top just moments ago. She wasn't sure, maybe he also took some sort of strange liking to undressing her. After all, her body was only for him to see in this state.

As was his for her eyes only.

Tifa craned her head eagerly for his lips upon her shoulder and neck. God, she loved it when he did that. Her hair spilled to the side as she did so, all pouring to the left and her back easing up against his chest. Unfortunately, still clothed. His breathe warm up against her smooth skin was sending sensations all over her body. If he held her like this, she wouldn't even have realized the chill from the night air at all.

Her eyes had been closed as she let herself succumb to his lips and touch, only when her belt hit the floor did she dare to open them. Blinking slowly at the sensation as her long eyelashes fluttered open.

"O-oh um, about that." Tifa sucked in a breathe, breaking their backwards embrace for a moment. Her footsteps were light and gentle as she turned herself to face him. Her breasts on full display for him, and her eyes tried their best to look back into his own- rather than at the tent formed in his pants which she was eager to free.

"We actually don't have any left. The last ones we used up were the only ones left." Maybe it was a lie, but the way Tifa said it so perfectly would probably have him convinced.

She walked closer to him, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. Her fingers fell flat against his face as she just admired him for a moment. Just how did she end up with such a ridiculously handsome man like him, she almost felt like she didn't deserve him sometimes.

"But well, I have a bit of a surprise for you." Tifa leaned up and kissed his cheek before she stepped away. Her walk was rather brisk on the way to the bathroom that was only steps away from the bedroom. While not explicitly trying to arouse him further, the way she walked had a rather feminine style to it, and with that, came some swaying of her hips to highlight her voluptuous and curvaceous rear.

There was a sound of rustling in the bathroom as within seconds Tifa returned with a bottle of sorts and promptly placed it in his hands.

"I had this ordered weeks ago and they only just arrived yesterday. I had been working a little harder these past weeks to finally have enough money for some, it's not exactly cheap around these parts." Her shoulders leaned forward as her breasts were squeezed together in a motion. Realizing she hadn't even told him what it is yet, she finally spoke. Maybe it was on purpose to raise anticipation.

"Birth control. 100% guaranteed stuff too. I know we've never been able to... you know, be with each-other like-" She paused, would it be too weird to say 'I always wanted?', because it was a fantasy of hers to feel him without anything in the way. Settling on just cutting it off there, she leaned in closer.

"I was planning on telling you before, but I wanted to surprise you when you got back. I just wasn't expecting this tonight," A small smile formed upon her face. She was practically glowing already.

Hoping that the introduction of this incredibly rare gift in this time of borderline dystopia would distract him enough for her to gently shove him against the bed. His knees would buckle against the mattress and force him to sit down whether he intended to or not. Cloud, while not ridiculously bulky definitely had muscle- and ones she would show her appreciation of- so to 'overpower' him would require assistance, and that just so happened to be her ace in the hole.

She quickly moved in closer, and slid off her black skirt and stepped out of it so that she was only left in her white underwear when she sat on his lap. Her arms fell forward and rested on his shoulders. Her head tilted downwards, she had raised herself up slightly upon his lap with her thigh muscles, so that for once- she was 'taller' than him. Her lips parted, like she was about to say something, but nothing came out.

"I hope... this is alright. I missed you a lot." Tifa whispered gently, their noses touching with her lips inches from his.

As if to test the waters, her lips gently caressed his own, her neck leaning forward to do this motion before she pulled away, but only for a second. She wanted just one moment where she could taste his lips while she was still 'herself', because she knew from now on she was going to be consumed by her ridiculous lust she had for him at this moment.

Her head craned forwards to meet his lips once again, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and into his as if it was instinctual. It wasn't very often she kissed him like this, but she wanted to- more and more. Her body ached for him, touching and kissing him like this just awakened that repressed part of her being that so desperately clung to him.

Tifa's fingers trailed down his chest and her palm rested against the smooth fabric of his shirt. With a gentle tug she gestured for him to remove his shirt so she could get to work. Her lips parted from his for a moment as she breathed out, signaling without a word what she needed to do to him. His member pressed up against her sex, even though the cloth of her underwear, she wondered if he could feel her arousal already seeping through the fabric. She would be embarrassed by this prospect if she didn't know how little that would matter to him- he might even enjoy the fact that she was driven to such a state by the touch of his body. So while her cheeks remained warm and pink by instinct, her face didn't look flustered, and her actions weren't either.

It was unlike Tifa to be so forward- but she found her fingers already at the base of his shirt and curling under so she could help lift it off him. Once partially lifted, she let her hands linger around his abdomen, her eyes going hazy at the feeling and her lips moving on their own back to his. She let out a small hum when her tongue made contact with his, she would never get tired of that feeling. Little shivers formed up her back as she arched it ever so gently. His cock was getting too much for her to handle, something had to be done about it. In all her time with Cloud she had never felt him this backed up before.

"Cloud, please let me. I want to." She parted the kiss again, breathing heavily. He would know what she meant. It wasn't something that happened very often and she suspected that it was because he didn't entirely feel comfortable with her 'giving' only to him. What he didn't realize was that his pleasure was also hers. He was always quick to give to her, it was an endless cycle of giving and feeling bad for recieving. She always wanted to return the favor when he was finished eating her out but he would always distract her or kiss her until she was too horny not to spread her legs for him.

But not this time.

She was in a position that would be impossible for him to refuse her 'request' this time around. Her legs slid off his lap, the mattress from the bed rising slightly as she removed her weight from it. Now, down on her knees she stood. Adjusting herself so that she was now eye level with his crotch she looked up at him sheepishly. Her reddish colored eyes seemed to have a glimmer in them- maybe from the moonlight, or maybe from her passion she was feeling in that moment, it was unclear.

What was clear, was her hand movement. She made sure to take her time feeling up his abdomen, the toned muscle of his abs she could feel rippling with every stroke of her finger- moving downwards. A soft trail of blonde colored hair pointed downwards from his lower abdomen, slightly expanding to a larger width. With her eyes following the trail, her fingers boldly moved to his pants.

Tifa looked up, making sure what she was doing was alright with him. It wasn't everyday she would go undressing him like this. Maybe he would get the hint at how badly she missed him from her actions.

His erection poking through his pants enticed her. Despite her politeness and general sweetness, she gently nibbled on her lower lip awaiting his approval to move further. When he allowed her to press further she let out a small breathe, not just for her sake, but his own. Maybe she was too good-hearted for her own good, but it frankly bothered her a bit to see him this hard without any sort of release. If he fucked her right now she wasn't sure she could give him everything. If she could at least pleasure him with her mouth, even for a few moments, she could not only help satiate the lust they both were feeling at least a little bit, but show him how much he meant to her.

With no rejection to her actions, she made the final move and moved her fingers to unbutton his pants. As she did so, it was almost like she could feel the relief in his body as his pants loosened their tightness upon his bulging member. Instead of allowing herself to be overcome with shock at how hard he was for her, she just looked up at him tenderly. Helping him pull down his pants further until they were at his ankles.

Then her hands found themselves sliding up his thighs and curling into his underpants. One last look up at him to make sure what she was doing was alright-that he was fine with her doing this. Her heart raced wildly in her chest before she just took in a small breathe and pulled the last garment down- at least enough so that she could see his cock fully.

To no surprise as she saw it through the cloth, it popped up immediately hard and erect- churning and hot even. She could feel the heat radiating off of it from the distance she sat. Her hands almost clawed at his underpants to pull it down further- she could only get it to reach his knees from his sitting position- but that was enough for her.

"Oh Cloud," She breathed out in awe at the sheer size of his member. While aroused by the sight of it, she found herself more concerned about how backed up he was. She could feel it from here and her eyes trailed down his size to briefly land at his balls, she had never seen them so full until now. As if struck by a sense of her nurturing nature she didn't waste anymore time letting him just sit there without her pleasuring him.

In a movement she leaned forward, her left hand wrapping around the base of his cock, her hand barely able to cup his girth as she just stroked him for a moment, getting into position for her mouth. She didn't wish to tease him or make him so frustrated that he might end up blowing his load prematurely- at least not this time. Hoping that she could at least provide some relief to his bulging member.

Her lips parted and wasting not another second her mouth was on his cock head. She let out a small noise in her throat as the taste of his cock in her mouth settled in. With her breathe she could only smell his scent filling up her nostrils. There wasn't any other word to describe it besides so deliciously masculine.

Easing her throat up from tension, she took him further. Her head tilted to the side and allowed her hair to fall over to one side once more as she took in deeper. She went as far as she could comfortably. Because she didn't get to practice on him as much as she would like, she wasn't able to deepthroat him as she would like. But she sufficed she was going deep enough to relax him hopefully.

As she sucked him tenderly bobbing up and down, her hand still stroking him so gently. She could feel her arousal pooling between her thighs so intensely. She did her best to hide it and squeeze her legs together to stop the sensation. Because right now what she wanted was for him to feel good- she could wait.

But for how much longer was the question.

 

[SoleAccord]

Cloud reluctantly let Tifa slip from his embrace. Before he could go after her and continue to share in the warmth and solace of their joined bodies, his eyes shamelessly fell on her bountiful breasts, and he gave pause before peering back into her eyes to hear what she needed to say.

“We’re out?” he asked confusedly, casting his eyes to the ground in thought. ‘I’m normally good at keeping track of that sort of thing…’ He could be a forgetful man but never when it concerned Tifa’s body and wellbeing. Was the torment of his past becoming so debilitating that he was forgetting how sexually active he was with her?

A groan hummed in his throat, and the disappointment of that fact shook him. Tonight was important to him. He was to breathe life into the relationship he allowed to stagnate. It wouldn’t be the same without entering her fully, satiating her body with his own. Condoms lessened that pleasure to a degree, but it was far better than bringing a child into the world that neither of them were prepared for. Edge wasn’t ready for new children—not when so many were still left in the streets, orphaned by Midgar’s fall and Sephiroth’s planet-devastating attack.

Cloud swallowed and looked up at her, doing away with his disappointment. “Sorry,” he whispered quietly, reaching up to take her hand and squeeze it affectionately. “I’ll make it work.”

He wasn’t a stranger to pleasing Tifa without his cock and would do all that he could to bring her to orgasm without it.

She continued with mention of a surprise and while instantly intrigued, she offered him a peck on the cheek before pulling away and briskly walking to retrieve something. As she did so, Cloud took in her walk; her hips swayed perfectly, highlighting the natural bounce to her butt now that her belt and skirt didn’t conceal it. The way it shone from the moonlight made him excited to pursue, but to help add to the surprise he kept his feet planted and chose patience.

The numbing ache of his cock twitched eagerly in his pants once she disappeared, eager to feel her warmth in any form once more. He didn’t suffer long; after a brief sound of shuffling inside their bathroom, his lover returned with a bottle in hand. Like before, her huge breasts captured his attention first, but he broke that focus to examine the bottle she brought in her clutches.

Handed to him, he narrowed his eyes and tried to examine it. The brand name didn’t ring any bells. He shook it twice to hear the rattling of many pills inside. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. Before he could guess correctly, Tifa ended his suspense—birth control, in a form that previous few couples had access to after Midgar’s fall.

Carefully, Cloud stepped around her to move between herself and the bed, still in the middle of processing this reveal. The thought of having Tifa without barriers made his blood temperature rise further, with the aching in his pants and the pounding of his heart growing with it.

“…Like I always wanted.” Cloud finished her thought aloud, both happy and concerned. She’d already confirmed that this product was expensive, but the task of making expensive decisions like this should have fell to him. Not that Tifa wasn’t a smart spender, but things like this were, to him, a male’s responsibility. It was his seed that risked turning her life upside down, so it was his job to have prevention at the ready. The long hours she put into Seventh Heaven were made longer because of this.

Emotionally, the warrior was torn. Indulging in Tifa’s body without anything between them made his manhood stiffen further, and his balls ache for a release he was eager for. But forcing her to put in more work meant less time for her to spend with Denzel and Marlene. When he began his delivery service, it was his hope to take on as much of the financial heavy lifting as possible so she could spend more time with the kids.

She sacrificed that for the sake of their love.

“Tifa, you—” As Cloud looked to her face, her hands press firmly against his chest to send him backwards. The mattress caught his fall and before he could even register her act, the beltless skirt that was barely clinging to her hips was stripped down to her feet. Only clad in white underwear now, she filled the emptiness of his lap and was carefully positioning herself around his constrained erection.

Craning his neck up to meet her gaze, Cloud looked deeply into her eyes as she spoke with uncertainty. It was sad to hear, but it showed just how badly their sex life declined. She shouldn’t need to ask such a thing. After tonight, she would never need to do it again.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long…” he replied without a second thought, lost in the pools of her eyes. His free arm maneuvered around her waist to bring her closer, but the act of joining their lips was hers to initiate.

The first caress was a tease. Her patience was thinning; Tifa’s self-control being lost with her desire for sex was always something they needed to keep in mind together. Once they got started it was seldom in her ability to stop herself, but he never shamed her for wanting to be one with him. His mind was often stable, the desire for sex never overpowering his mental, but tonight was different.

That hollow, distant voice in the back of his head that told him he was undeserving of her love and care went silent. Left in the past like all his demons. He wouldn’t miss it.

When she was certain she was prepared to dive in, Cloud acted the moment her lips returned to meet him. Exhaling through his nose as she helped satisfy his longing for her lips, he leaned forward without disturbing their kiss. The birth control still in his grasp rattled quietly as it was placed on the bedside table, and the hand that held it rose to rest behind Tifa’s neck.

When he felt the prodding of her tongue from her lips, his mouth parted so his would join her. Twisting together in a wet dance, Cloud worked to overpower her tongue. It thrashed strongly as each bud slid and stroked against her, savoring the taste of her smaller flesh. His satisfied moan was muffled by her mouth, but the sharp inhales he took when he remembered to breathe would tell her all she needed to know.

And if even that failed to prove her actions appealed to him, that frustrated throbbing in his pants that tensed against her dampened sex would remove all doubt that his mind and body were both committed to this singular moment. If Tifa was not willing to halt their lovemaking, neither was he.

Consumed by their kiss as he was, he wasn’t absentminded enough to miss her hands trailing down his chest. The shirt was in the way, he remembered. Reluctantly freeing her tongue from his clutches and releasing his embrace, Cloud quickly and carefully removed the pauldron from his shoulder and gently set it aside on the floor behind her. Next, he loosened the suspenders over his shoulders before pulling it off and tossing it at the bed’s foot, a dull thud of leather slapping the ground following. Free of all other obstructions, he reached down and pulled his shirt off without delay.

Tossing it over his shoulder, Tifa set her lips to him once again as her soft hands ran across his stomach and chest, uncertain of what set of muscles she should brush over most. Unobstructed, the heat of her firm, bountiful chest moved against him. Her rigid nipples tickled his chest; he would have moved to soothe them himself, but the invitation of her lips couldn’t be refused. Her tongue, too, was too hot and inviting to leave unattended. They needed to wait just a little longer.

Their locked lips broke again, with Tifa making an impassioned plea. Without saying what exactly she wished to perform, Cloud knew right away and clenched his jaw. She loved to service him with his mouth; after a long day, she occasionally offered to do so without expecting anything in return just to comfort him and lower his stress, but he refused this time and time again. It felt amazing to experience her mouth all over his cock—and tonight of all nights he needed it to be sated, no doubt—but having Tifa lower herself on his behalf always felt wrong.

It made her feel amazing to make him feel amazing. That took some time to wrap his head around. Flattered as he was, Tifa deserved that service more than him, and the habit of refusing to see her lower herself for his sake was going to be difficult to overcome.

Cloud exhaled heavily, lightly shaking his head. “You first, then we’ll switch,” he offered breathlessly. It was a lie, but he had pulled a fast one on her so many times that he wasn’t sure she’d take the bait.

Tifa responded by flat out ignoring him.

As she sank to her knees, he was tempted to pull her back to her feet and turn the tables on her. He leaned forward with every intention of changing positions with her, but the look she gave him made him freeze in his place. Passion was a word, and that glimmering in her eyes was the image of it. That was when he knew it would be a losing battle. She wanted this and wouldn’t allow her to stop him even if he tried.

Cloud relaxed in his seat and gave her a single curt nod. “…Okay,” he whispered. “Go ahead.”

Granting her free reign to satisfy him, he eased back and breathed deeply. Her hands appreciated his toned stomach as they traced his muscles to memorize his body’s definition. He watched intently, knowing that her time to explore was coming to an end. To have what she desired, all obstacles needed to be removed.

“Shoes,” he reminded her as she reached for his belt. A small smirk touched the corner of his lips as he leaned forward to kiss her first. He chose the right foot, and her the left. Laces undone and boots removed promptly, he eased himself back into position so she could continue—assisted by the pushing of her hands against his abdomen, of course.

The twin belts that kept his pants fastened were removed, and as the only button between her and his shaft was removed, Cloud swallowed in anticipation. Dealing with the burden of an erection was never pleasant, and with how tightly fastened his outfit was, his erection had little room to maneuver within his pants. With the promise of release close at hand, he didn’t stop her from carefully pulling down his underwear and pants all at once, even assisting her in doing so by raising himself from the bed while balancing on both his palms.

“Aah…” Cloud let escape a sigh of relief once Tifa freed him. His cock twitched painfully as it stood tall and proud, a clear liquid already seeping from the tip. Compared to her hand, he was on fire; a noticeable musk filled the air between them, a light sweat gathered over his heavy balls. The trip was long, but this build-up was recent; this heat got started at the bar and hasn’t gone away since.

“Not exactly a comfortable ride home,” he managed to joke, something he didn’t often do when it came to their lovemaking.

His cock tensed as her hand grasped it, prompting the clear liquid at the tip to descend his shaft as more flowed out. Holding his breath as her head came forward, he watched as the tip of his cock disappeared into her mouth. Though he couldn’t tell at all, the twitching of his member as it reacted to her slow strokes and eager sucking was releasing all the precum that was building up within it since the bar.

The hands at his side clenched, his legs started to shake, and his breathing became labored. It had taken just several seconds to make him weak everywhere. Barely keeping himself under control enough to remain seated, Cloud frequently shut his eyes to prevent climaxing too soon. Tifa’s movements, while considered inexperienced, were masterful to him.

So masterful, in fact, that control over his orgasm was beginning to slip from his fingers. Opening his eyes to a newer, firmer warmth comforting his cock, Tifa had replaced her hand with her breasts. Both breasts pushed together tightly to cushion him. As her blowjob deepened and her tongue traced what flesh she managed to get inside her mouth, her breasts ran up and down what length she couldn’t swallow herself. Her saliva built up over time, creating an audible and vulgar sound. The only part of his cock that was still dry was being tended to by her pillow-soft chest.

Whatever precum he still carried she milked from him noisily. At times she appeared to want to stop and speak to him, but something gave her pause from doing so. His spazzing muscles and face contorted with pleasure, he presumed, because if the tables were turned, he wouldn’t stop for anything short of literal begging.

Not even then, now that he thought about it for a second longer…

“Tifa… I…” Cloud couldn’t finish. Embracing her desire to please him, his right hand moved to seize her hair from behind. Clutching it as gently as he could, his hips gyrated forward to meet her bobbing. Enough force was given to make her breasts bounce back in her grasp like a ball each time they collided against his groin, adding a firm slapping sound that matched perfectly with her sucking.

He cradled her head as best he could to brace it but gave her enough room to break free had she decided not to finish him off. Fortunately, she appeared committed to seeing this through.

In the middle of his fight to restrain himself, she looked to him with the same glimmering passion as before. She’d found her rhythm; both her tongue, her mouth itself, and her breasts worked in a unison he’s never experienced before. This time he looked down at her, a keen twinkle of his own in his eyes—approval, but most importantly his appreciation were all he could convey through his gaze alone.

His chest rose and fell hard and fast as his climax approached. The cock she worked and serviced well had long since filled her mouth with precum. Veins bulging, he was certain she could feel the pounding of his heart through his slick shaft.

“Damn it!” He strained to say as the floodgates of his climax were seconds from bursting. The hair wrapped around his fingers was seized in a clenched fist, mimicking the tension across his entire body. Too soon, he told himself—a little longer!

It proved an impossible task. A final thrust from his cock and a draining groan came, followed by a torrent of thick and heated seed that jetted inside her mouth. In the middle of his euphoria, Cloud could see that she was struggling desperately to swallow what she could, but much of his load escaped between her lips and his cock to dribble down her breasts. Her small pink tongue would be swimming in his pearly white seed as he continued to cum an amount he hadn’t released in some time. She would be used to his loads by now, but rarely had she ever risked choking.

The peak was reached and so began the fall. The tight grip he maintained on her hair was released, and a caress of her head followed. The stream of seed leaving his balls slowed considerably. His cock still twitched to release what cum remained but less violently than before.

He allowed himself the chance to take a deep, full breath. A little lightheaded but ultimately, he felt relieved. His manhood showed no sign of exhaustion however. It was too soon for him to call it quits, and while the burden in his balls was lessened, Cloud still had more to give her before the night was over.

He only now noticed the buildup of sweat across his entire body as Tifa worked him for all he had. He wanted to offer her thanks for an incredible job, but he guessed that his gratitude was still settling inside her stomach.

Wiping the stinging perspiration from his forehead, Cloud watched as Tifa wiped what remained from her chest and brought it to her lips. The seed that dangled from her fingertips was deposited on her tongue before disappearing; it was a final act of a performance that quite literally stole his breath away.

A small trace was left beneath her bobbing tits as she, too, needed to catch her breath. “Here…” Cloud inched forward and dabbed the dangling remnant of seed up with his finger and brought it to her mouth.

She didn’t hesitate to take it into her mouth and suck his finger clean… and continue to suck it after that.

Somehow Tifa had turned the act of sucking on his finger into something both cute and erotic, and he was much too horny to hold back from claiming her after that.

He hunched over her, the hand behind her head traveling down the curtains of her beautiful hair to settle behind her neck. Forcing her to crane her head up at him the same way he needed for her minutes ago, he closed his eyes and took her lips for his own. Should any trace of his seed remain in her mouth, it would find itself wrapped between both their tongues as he continued his earlier dominating kiss.

The emptiness of her dampened panties would be filled by his free hand in the meantime. Each fingertip brushing over the newly waxed pubic area above her sex before descending further. She was sweltering and absolutely soaked; his knuckles were drenched from her panties alone, while his fingers themselves were able to draw dew from the softest prods against her slit. His fingers ran up and down, inching themselves between her wet petals before drawing away to rub her smooth outer skin.

He pulled them out before she could grow too relaxed, the kiss breaking a moment later. The hand that explored her depths was placed between them, his fingers connected through sticky strands of her arousal. She was more than ready for him to fill her up, without a doubt.

“You still owe me from earlier,” Cloud reminded her as he slid from the bed down in front of her. Both the hand in front of her and the hand caressing her neck moved as one, reaching down to grab her supple ass tightly before lifting her from the ground. If she was ready for him, her legs might be wrapped around his waist by now, or perhaps she preferred to keep them where they were if she knew what he was referring to. It mattered little.

It was her turn to rest on the bed, only this time he placed her head on their pillows with great care. His member still burned with liveliness as it pressed against her soaked panties. Resisting the urge to claim what belonged to him, Cloud wriggled from her grasp and joined beside her instead in their normal position—himself closest to the door, and her farther from it.

He seized her lips once again, kissing her deeply with little room offered to free herself. His left arm was already beneath her torso, holding her up to let her cradle against him if she desired it. But, his other hand, the one once behind her neck, delved into her panties again in place of the other to finish what he started.

This time he gave her clit the attention he wished to at the bar. His fingers worked in unison to stir the wet, sensitive bulb about, alternating his friction between soft and slow to firm and fast. The more her womanhood quivered the firmer his kiss became, until air was a luxury neither could afford. She could free herself from his kiss if need be but would need to part from him entirely to release her clit from his fingertips.

His palm was glazed in no time. He wasn’t sure what became louder: the hunger of their mouths as the kiss continued, or the squelching of her womanhood in need of a release of its own.

While balancing kissing and the teasing of her clit, his cock’s refractory period ended. It stood strong and rigid, what slickness she created beginning to dry up from the cool air that had only now begun to swelter. It was going to boil soon enough, Cloud was certain.

He broke the kiss and gazed on her face. The fingers that stroked and caressed and tended to her clit slid a little further; his forefinger and middle finger sank between her folds with ease, filling the emptiness of her tight cavern to ready her for the main event.

“Look at me,” he told her, nodding his head as he watched her bear the brunt of his fingers thrusting in and out of her. She would climax long before his wrist would cramp from the effort. He knew from experience. “How does it feel?”

It was natural for one to twist and writhe and struggle at the lewd workings of their partner, but Cloud wanted to see that passion and fire in her eyes rise over time as she did his.

The idle ring finger bent back and managed to encircle her clit at random, only at the cost of another thrust of his paired fingers. Normally he could manage both, but he wanted a closer view of Tifa’s ecstasy for himself.

 

[Mint]

Tifa was determined to see this through. The look in her eyes- the passion, the fire in them. She was so glad that it was enough to convince him that she wanted to feel him in her mouth. A part of her tried to understand why he felt that way about her servicing him. Initially, she thought she did a bad job, and perhaps it was his way of politely declining her without outright saying no. But that clearly wasn't the case.

The way he looked down at her, sucking and bobbing away at his cock. Like nothing else mattered besides him feeling pleasure from her- she realized that he might not have felt 'worthy'. She didn't know how to convince him that he was more than worthy of anything she could offer. It was just all in her lips, like she was pouring out love in every little movement of her mouth against his cock. The veins pulsating against the inner parts of her mouth made her eyes crease up- struggling to fit him more in her mouth as she could feel him expanding slightly. This had happened before- and maybe she was more prepared for it then. But this entire night had taken her by utter surprise. First with him showing up a day early, having to show him the surprise of her birth control earlier than expected as well, and actually getting to service him with her mouth, it was a miracle things had gotten this far in her head.

It was a bit funny how she got absent-mindedly forgot to remove his shoes in the midst of her passion. Perhaps it was the mere of idea of having him undressed in front of her got her all excited to the point where logic fell beyond reason. Her eyes seemed to wander to his body and abdomen often- more often than it should, not when she had a task at hand.

As her lips parted to fill in what she could of him into her mouth, she pondered. She felt like her mind was clear when she was sucking him like this. A closeness, a tenderness. There was something so extremely intimate about the way she serviced him with her tongue and lips all together. Combined that with her hefty set of breasts which she had now moved in to stimulate him further. The sounds he made for her just churned her onwards. She tried not to listen to them too much- not because she didn't enjoy them, she loved hearing his sounds of pleasure. It was just... His voice alone excited her beyond belief, and to hear him in pleasure from the things she was doing to him? Well, it wasn't making it easy to resist her own needs. So she would distract herself- she wanted to please him so badly and she would stop at nothing until he was more than taken care of. Even if she did tend to her needs, it wouldn't fulfill her- not until she could make him feel the way he made her feel.

Every second was a blessing with him. A feeling of completeness, it wasn't something she often thought of. The days spent alone lying in bed- she would always imagine he was still there with her. Like he was sleeping on the side- closest to the door as he always insisted. She'd often put a pillow underneath the sheets and imagine it was his body- so she wouldn't have to deal with that dreaded feeling of loneliness in the pits of her stomach all over again.

She tasted everything he gave to her. The pre-cum that escaped from the head of his member was something she cherished in her mouth. The way she just enveloped it, not for a second letting anything escape from her mouth and lips. Pursing up and down continually as she felt more of him in her throat. The only time she let out a sound was when his hand moved behind her neck to guide her deeper on him.

Tifa wanted to chide herself, she had only been sucking him off in her comfort zone. The whole point of this was to make him feel good, not make it nothing for her. It was easy to remind herself that his pleasure was her own. She would take him deeper if that's what he desired. She knew she had nothing to fear- he would never push her past her comfort, and that's what she was afraid of. She couldn't show any sort of discomfort if she took him too deep, because she didn't care about how she felt. All she wanted was for him to feel euphoric, he deserved this much at least.

Oddly enough, even as she felt his cock start to move to the back of her throat- taking him deeper, messier, wetter sounds emerged from the room. She could barely control her breasts as they bounced with each thrust of his hips. He wasn't moving too hard or fast for her to handle. All she could taste was him in her mouth- and each breathe she took in the aroma of his body, it made her even more wet with arousal than she cared to admit.

Finally, it came time for his finish. She could feel it, sense it. Deeper than before. It wasn't very often she could feel his bare cock skin to skin. The condoms they used did provide an element of safety in regards to pregnancy, but it also erased a feeling of closeness she had longed for with him. With him in her mouth- nothing in the way, it was like that. His breathing became heavier, and she swore she could feel the heat just utterly bursting off of his member in her mouth.

Not once did she slow down or take a breathe in finishing him off. She knew what was coming and she wasn't going to stop unless he told her too. She loved him, and she wanted to show him how much everything he gave to her mattered to her.

Bursts of cum utterly filled her throat to the point she couldn't contain it. Hot and sticky cream just overflowed in her mouth as she strained her eyes shut- trying hard to swallow his load. It proved to be a bit too difficult of a task and she had to open her mouth wider to let some of it out to breathe. Dollops of cum dripped out from his length and now, her mouth. Breathing and panting hard she made every effort to swallow his seed then and there so he could see it. Not even noticing some of it dripped down onto her hefty set of breasts until he brought attention to it. She was busy using her fingers to scoop off any excess of cum from her lips and chin. She cleaned herself so diligently, you'd hardly even realize he just came a massive load inside her mouth. Not a drop was wasted from him.

Well, mostly.

When he presented his fingers to her, she gently opened her eyes and without a second of hesistation let him stick his finger into her mouth. Her tongue lathered him gently so she could lick off the seed with utter want. Not thinking twice about letting more of his hot liquid run down her throat she continued to worship his fingers with her mouth. Showing him that it was every part of him that drove her crazy with lust and want for him.

Letting her finger go from her mouth a wet trail of saliva would follow it as he brought it back to her chin.

"Was that good? I hope it doesn't hurt as much as before," Tifa whispered breathlessly as he moved in closer. Unable to come up with more to say she let him kiss her. She couldn't resist his tongue dominating her, not when her mouth had just gone through a workout and she was still hazy from all of his seed hitting her at once. Though she swallowed all of it so passionately. His joke about the ride home not being comfortable- she took it literally. Because Cloud never really joked around before and truly, she wanted to service him until it wasn't 'uncomfortable'. It took her a minute to realize that he must have been joking around, but still, she was glad she proved to him how much he meant to her with her mouth.

The kiss he gave her silenced any lingering doubts in her mind. Almost like her eyes could roll in the back of her head the way he kissed her so passionately. Her lips hungered for his more. His hands sliding down her back and then placed upon her ass, she didn't leave his gaze as her legs absent-mindedly curled into his waist. She didn't know what to expect- it wasn't often they found themselves in this particular position so her mind was left wandering at the possibilities. Tifa did her best to ignore the burning sensation pooled down in her core. It had only increased immensely after sucking him off like she did. Not a finger to pleasure herself the entire time- even though she would easily be able to get herself off if she was sucking him- if she only allowed herself. She wanted to put his pleasure first, and foremost.

Tifa didn't resist his movements, her head leaned back against the pillow and her long, dark black hair spilled all over the bed as she watched him curiously. Not a moment she wished to be apart from him tonight, as she was about to reach back for him, he beat her to the punch. Capturing his lips in a passionate embrace once more, she found her tongue responding to his and her eyelids drooping heavily, barely able to keep her eyes open through this loving embrace he had moved her into.

The woman could barely contain herself when she felt his finger slide down beneath her utterly soaked white panties. She shook against his lips and painfully broke the kiss because she couldn't stop the small mewls and pants that elicited from her throat as his hands provided pleasure she had blissfully forgotten about from their time apart.

For a moment, her head flew back as she opened her mouth, struggling not to make too loud of a sound. But the amount of release she could feel just swept away from his fingers now curling into her wet sex. But loudly exhaling or moaning was a luxury she didn't afford. He soon kissed her again and she was eager to continue their shared kiss- if it could even be called something sweet like that anymore. It was hungry, suffocating, but everything she so wanted. She didn't care about breathing anymore, the sensations his mouth did sent waves of euphoria crashing through her entire being.

That, and his fingers.

The entire time, Tifa had her eyes shut tightly. She wasn't able to handle the sensations his finger brought to her because she so desperately needed to release. Trying to hold back for him just a little bit longer, she found it to be an impossible task.

Each tap of her clit made her legs shake, her cheeks- arms and chest were completely flushed out with such an erotic action. His hand would be utterly soaked in her arousal. Moving forward so her breasts could now press up against his chest she found herself on the brink of release.

"Cloud..." She helplessly whimpered when she felt his middle finger sink into her swollen folds. In desperate need of release- and it was coming.

Eyes still shut, only when he told her to look at him did she blink twice. He would see the look in her eyes, just so full of adoration and love. A few strands of her hair stuck to her forehead due to the sweat he had her work up. Her breasts, while pushed against his chest, seemed to glisten with a new renown.

Even though it was incredibly difficult to open her eyes through all the sensations going on through her body. She did it for him. Her smoky, reddish colored eyes blinked open to look back into his piercing blue eyes. Her arms had moved themselves to wrap around his neck and her hips moved up and squirmed against the movement of his fingers. She couldn't take it anymore.

"I-... It feels-" She could barely even sputter out the words as she now had her hands to his upper back, gripping him tightly.

Taking a deep breathe, she composed herself for a moment. "It feels amazing." It was a simple sentence, but one that allowed her to close in the distance herself and yet again kiss him deeply.

This one wasn't rough, it was slow, and sensual. Almost a stark contrast to what her body was about to do.

Her climax hit her hard. Just from the stimulation he brought to her clit, he seemed to have found an entire loophole to instantly accessing her orgasm if he so desired. Slick juices spilled from her slit as she could just silenetly shudder in ecstasy. His fingers would be coated in her sweet juices as she released herself. That painful sensation from earlier had been quelled at the least. The heat- while still there and present in his arms, had lessened to the point that it wasn't blistfully painful.

Through her orgasm she tried to remain strong for him in his arms. A tear even pricked her eye- not from pain, but one of pleasure.

"I love you." She suddenly admitted through her climax. She had told him many times before, but now just felt appropiate to once again re-instate what he would hopefully already know.

"I love you so much Cloud." Struggling to maintain sanity, she kissed him yet again. But this time she pushed him back, if his fingers somehow managed to stay in her due to the sudden force she threw onto him, it would be a miracle. Even so, despite how strange and sudden it was, she would kiss him tenderly. With her hands guiding him to lie back down.

They hadn't really done this before, but she couldn't wait another second without pleasuring him- and she knew he wouldn't take her without servicing her body more, it was just the kind of lover he was.

"Please lie down." She urged him softly if he would show any resistance. The voice she used was so sweet and tender, not often did she bring it out. But he would always listen when she made it clear she wanted him to do something for her. Her heart swelled in her chest when he obeyed her. Tempted to go back to kissing him senseless until she passed out, she managed to get control and move onto the next phase of her plan.

"Keep your head there-" Tifa said and removed herself from his embrace. Grabbing one of the pillows near the head of the bed, he would find his head near the edge of it with the angle she lied him down at. Mirroring how he placed her head so tenderly down on the pillow, she beckoned for him to raise himself up so she could have his head lying comfortably underneath a pillow. While the mattress wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest, it was just like Tifa to make sure he was completely at ease with her.

"I don't think I can wait Cloud, I want to feel you again. I know you... I know I still owe you from earlier still too- but can I-" She paused abruptly as she just sort of moved without fully waiting for his answer. Her toned thighs would be the first thing he would see as she spread her legs and turned so he would have an entire full view of her goregous backside. The only thing in the way of her thick and rouns ass was the thin white panties she still left on for him to take off. Her hair fell long and almost covered it, but she made it a point to throw it to the front this time. She wanted him to be excited by this, and nothing could be in the way.

"Can we, do it like this?" Not a second later she arched her back and found herself lying down across him. As she moved herself down, her legs spread open still. Arousal still spilling from her slit, but she wasn't focused on herself at all. Her breasts hung low and made contact with his chest and abdomen. Trailing kisses down his abdomen, she worshiped his body that drove her crazy. Her tongue licked against his skin carefully, tasting the salty bit of sweat that had been worked up from their prior activities. Her hands were eager to move forward and move to the enticing area she couldn't get enough of. Both hands formed a triangle shape and she blinked slowly to take in the sensation of his soft blonde hair that let her palms brush against, before she could touch the base of his cock once again.

Tifa didn't wait for his answer, because even if he tried to play it off in another way, the way she was looking at his cock now- though he wouldn't see it, he could feel it. How badly she wanted to do this.

Her tongue left her mouth and she leaned her head to the side. Licking up his shaft as her palm rested against the other side to keep his cock firmly in place. She wouldn't be teasing him much further, because she couldn't take it herself. The taste of his cock was even better now after he had came. He didn't allow her the chance to properly clean him off, and now she was going to do just that- and if she was lucky, maybe another fresh load would fill her mouth.

"Mm," She hummed out sweetly. Her eye-lids once again getting all droopy when she took in the scent of his masculine musk, filling her nostrils and somehow making her even more wet in the process.

Not satisfied with just licking him, her mouth soon found its way to the head of the cock she had sucked so diligently before. In one go, she swallowed half of his length. Clearly out of her comfort zone, she still kept going. Deeper, and deeper. Trying so hard to take him as deep as she could. Her palms had to rest on the bed, beside his pelvis. She gripped the sheets hard as she sucked him. The wet sounds of her slurping his length would fill the room, and all her lower side could do was be in a perfect position- right next to his mouth. Through the cloth still placed on her, he would feel the heat once again returning. How badly she needed a release, but how stubborn she was also going to be until she found him satisfied once again.

 

[SoleAccord]

This was the only time Cloud had ever felt pride in witnessing Tifa struggle. The words lagged from her lips as his fingers continued to work, both turning and thrusting every which way to keep her pleasure mounting. Her arousal left his knuckles and palms soaked to encourage his every motion. Part of him wished to advance on his initial plan, to sink down between her legs and deliver to her twice the love and tenderness she’d shown him just minutes ago, but there wasn’t a chance he could peel his eyes from the ecstasy in hers.

Love was in those deep reddish pools of hers as she confirmed her feeling of amazement. It took nothing more for him to double his already erratic efforts to stimulate her. The lone tear dribbling down her cheek lured him in, drawing in her exhale with his inhale before leaning in to kiss it before it vanished on the wrinkled sheets beneath her.

Her hands found their way to his back, clenching him as tightly as could be. There was much he wanted to say to her in that moment, but the unmistakable spasms in her body and the sharpness of her breaths told him that her time was close. As their lips bonded together again, Cloud placed more pressure than Tifa could give. Once more his tongue found its way inside her mouth, preying on the exhausted tongue of his trembling lover.

He seized it with his own, thrust his fingers as deeply as he could, then felt, heard, and witnessed the reward for his efforts.

Tifa’s moans were caught in his mouth; while her body shook and her walls clenched his fingers, his back stung from the sharp prods of her nails. An outpouring of her hot juices rushed from her sopping wet pussy, leaving him drenched to his wrist. Momentarily leaving her eyes, he peered down to make certain that her body was worked properly. That light sheen of perspiration was much more prominent. The beads of sweat that covered her beautiful body enlarged, further confirming that her orgasm was well-earned.

Like lightning, it came and went with a flash. As her muffled moans ceased, Cloud parted their lips to hear her exhausted yet blissful gratitude at the lowest point of her ceasing orgasm.

“I know…” he acknowledged quietly as his fingers withdrew from her soaked depths. Her clit was offered one last stroke before his hand was freed. But he wasn’t finished with her…

Tifa came after him once the aftershocks of her orgasm ceased, and Cloud welcomed her lips against his own. However, rather than melt in his arms, Tifa pressured him to lie back; he became a boulder, unmoving and stubborn. He broke their kiss first.

“Tifa, I wasn’t finished yet,” he softly argued, wishing to express how much her pleasure and release meant to him.

It was her voice that made him hesitate, and then finally relent. He knew that look in her eye best, but the soft urging tone always made him feel guilty if he did not obey her. They were both ready and willing to please tonight, it would seem. If Tifa truly couldn’t bear to wait any longer, then he couldn’t force her to hold back, but his feelings also needed to be understood.

It was his trauma that added strain to their sex life. She didn’t know how tired he was of disappointing her in all things. And this, tonight, was meant to be the start of him devoting himself to the future and building a happy life with her. Sephiroth was only a memory now; it was time he was replaced with happier thoughts—thoughts of the only person left from his old life, the girl he wanted to protect when he was just a boy.

He did just as she asked of him by lifting his head and aligning it perfectly according to her wishes. His tongue was held, though it yearned to graze across her own once more. She retrieved a pillow and made sure he was resting upon it perfectly. What was it she was trying to do, he wondered?

She confessed to being impatient. A smile both small and amused appeared, another sign of his newfound optimism for life and its occurrences he would cherish.

“I want you too,” he quickly added. “That’s why I—”

Falling silent as Tifa shifted around, her toned and hairless legs split before one crossed over his idle, naked form. He ogled her supple backside, the full picture restricted by her dampened panties. Only thanks to the blessing of her orgasm could he strain to see the full picture behind them. Her bottom cheeks made his palms itch to grab them, and his cock stiffened to the point that it pained him.

His manhood found life through fingering Tifa, but it was only when presented with her beautiful behind in perfect view that the trembling pillar of flesh stood perfectly tall. Its veins stressed to keep his manhood stiffened and his sweltering balls churned with a fresh load of hot cum. With all the excitement from her body and voice, his yearning to fuck her manifested with a short burst of precum. Two strands shot far enough to land on her breasts as she moved in closer to it.

Tifa’s desire to work him with her mouth matched his need to taste her moist folds. This position granted both their wishes. Her palms slid across his body while her heaving tits followed after them, giving away her intentions. The thought of her staring intently at his manhood that was for her sole use made another strand of precum shoot out. He didn’t feel it land on him.

“Yeah, this is—mmn!” Cloud grunted as the piping hot ache of his dick was met with the eager tongue of his lover. All that buildup—the kisses she trailed, the stroke of her palms as they reached the base of his manhood—led up to this, and he wasn’t ready.

‘Not even in her mouth yet and I’m already close…?’ he thought.

Racing to catch up, he reached up and parted her panties to one side to fully exposed the quivering lips of her womanhood. Stretching the panties as far as he could, his free arm bound itself around her waist. Forcibly lowering her towards his mouth, the sensitive folds would be met with the same sensation that danced up and down his cock. His tongue spread flat, Tifa was allowed a moment to feel herself resting against them before his own oral fixation began.

The tip twisted bounced against her tiny nub, treating it like a toy. Shutting his eyes to focus, it hardly did anything to keep his mind off of what Tifa was doing to him. He wanted to bask in the pleasure and offer her the same, but his sensitivity to her touch was beyond ordinary. It became a fight just to perform even half as well as she was now. This was precisely why he wanted to perform on her first.

The distracted tongue found its rhythm soon after Tifa took the full plunge. As his trembling length was swallowed, Cloud freed her clit only for his tongue to slither and sink into her tight, hot depths. It writhed and bounced across her walls, then thrust forward and back vigorously.

The squelches coming from the pussy he slurped so well weren’t half as loud or satisfying as Tifa challenging herself to go deeper on him. With each bob of her head, Cloud felt more of his dried inches becoming moist from the combination of her saliva and his abundance of precum. With so little experience taking his length all the way, she was proving herself a fast learner. Both proud and a little ashamed of himself, he believed that his oral skills paled in comparison to hers.

Tensing his dick, Cloud worked to worship her pussy rather than try to match her speed. His tongue began to ache before her neck would, and so the excited thrusts of his tongue were replaced by slow, firm rotations within her. Her juices were collected and swallowed in his gaping mouth while his taste buds memorized her sweltering pink walls.

Then, he withdrew it, and his tongue slid between her folds several times. He parted the lips for fun, pushing and pulling again and again to keep her sticky juices flowing. By the time they were finished, he wanted her dehydrated, but with a thirst only he could provide her. That rigid length she was learning to deepthroat belonged inside her, buried to the hilt until his balls were kissing her folds instead.

His tongue’s tip met with her idle clit. Unlike before, Cloud slid beneath it before then widening his tongue. Slow, agonizing strokes were offered to her tiny nub; like how he felt the buds of her tongue grind and kiss his needy length, he wished for Tifa to feel how dedicated he he was to please her clit. Not enthusiastic or uncontrolled, but purposeful and controlled. Sometimes slower was better, or so he thought.

To aid in his tongue’s gentle workings, he relaxed the arm holding her hips in place. That free hand settled against her ass cheek before rubbing it, his fingertips and nails sliding up towards her lower back. He settled it there before pushing and pulling on her skin, hopeful that she understood his request: he wanted her to roll her hips and use his mouth to cum on her own. To help cement this point, he stopped his tongue's movements entirely.

Feeling her work herself against his mouth without restraint, Cloud would assist one last time in giving her tight hole some relief. The hand that did not rock her body pulled back towards her entrance and stole what slick juices he couldn’t lap up; the forefinger and middle finger met her thrust with its own, then entered within.

He trusted her to understand his feelings and continue on her own. This was going to become a common ritual for her now, and so he needed her to get used to riding his mouth to climax.

By now, his lover had left his cock soaked in a combination of their juices. His hot balls were now covered in what saliva and precum slid down his pipe. Her blowjob was sloppy and satisfying and it was all Cloud could do not to drive himself down her throat to really add some ambience in this bedroom.

She… did say she wanted to please him, didn’t she?

Cloud carefully tested her resilience by thrusting while she bobbed down. He couldn’t hear her choke, that was a good sign, but he couldn’t tell if she wanted more. Was she willing to test her gag reflex, or was it too much for her all at once?

 

[Mint]

Tifa had known Cloud would be difficult to budge, he always was. It was part of the reason she had the insecurity deep down inside of her, was she forcing herself on him? He had always returned her fervor, without exception, everytime. But it was always her initiating. She loved him so much, so much that she couldn't control herself sometimes. If loving him meant she could love him from afar to give him some space, she would! But she absolutely could not be without him physically in some way, which is why it was often she who initiated their romantic intimacy. She understood why he didn't- why he couldn't be the one to start it. Or at least, she tried to understand. He's been through so much, so much more than she could ever hope to comprehend and she would rather have been a pillar for him than an obstacle he had to drag along on his mental journey.

It was selfish, she knew it. To want to taste his member again so soon after she had just tasted his load. It was begging to become more rare nowadays that they would have time for one another and she wanted to make the most of every second, every moment with him.

Ever since he had returned though, she had been quick to notice the changes in his attitude, his demeanor in how he treated her. He was still the same man she fell in love with, but it wasn't her that had to initiate, to lay the groundwork. She suspected that it was initially because he didn't want to cross any boundary she was uncomfortable with, and despite expressing over and over that he could do as he wished with her, she knew it was never going to be that easy. His depression, his trauma, she couldn't erase that. She could only mend and help where she could.

So to see him unbudging at her request, instead of annoyed, she was even more determined to pleasure him. She knew he wanted to please her, but in turn, it caused a chain reaction. She had never wanted to get him off more than this moment. Tifa could feel how much he wanted to pleasure her, how he had returned with this idea of her pleasure in mind far above his own. All evening it's what he's been trying to do and she had only let him finger her yet. Again, she was being 'selfish', but she needed to show him how much he meant to her in some way. That couldn't be expressed if she didn't stand her ground, he wouldn't let her and she knew it.

Perhaps the only person in this world more stubborn than she was, it had to be him. At least when it came to pleasing each-other.

Tifa had managed to convince him to lie down by some miracle and she was prepared to make it worth the while. She wanted to show him how much she missed him. She knew he had to leave for the sake of their family and work, but god... a part of her really hoped she could pleasure him enough so he'd never want to be without her.

She began her assault on his cock as best she could, taking it into her mouth as she had done previously. It was only a few moments in, but she felt his tongue up against her wet slit and her lips pursed to struggle a moan that had surfaced it's way past her throat and to her eager lips.

Her cock-sucking was relentless, if only for a few moments. If his tongue wasn't overwhelming enough she visibly winced from sheer ecstasy when he parted her lips. She would be swollen from her arousal, as well as a bit more wet than usual from her recent orgasm, curtesy of his fingers.

Tifa couldn't hold herself on his cock for long, not when he was teasing at her sensitive nub like he was with his tongue. He really knew how to work her, and she wondered if he was lapping at that spot in particular to make her determined passion to pleasure him that much more difficult.

"O-oh, Cloud, please don't stop..." She had to pop off his cock, there was no way she could physically stay on sucking him when this much pleasure was coursing through her body at the movements of his tongue. The way he lapped at her was so tender, so full of love and desire to please her- he had won, if only for a moment.

Tifa kept her grip on his cock, while she might be experiecing too much pleasure to properly suck him off, she wasn't going to stop how hard she's worked to make his length this hard. She could feel the heat emanating off of it, each vein her palm would pass was making her wetter by the second. But she could hardly feel it, Cloud's tongue would lap up all of her sweet juices before she could even comprehend what was happening to her body.

"Holy..." She breathed out, not allowing herself to curse as she held back the next words that were inevitably going to slip from her mouth. In response to his hands sliding up her ass, her back arched as her eyes were level with his cock, it was as if it was mocking her. The object of her desire so close, and she couldn't move an inch closer to pleasure him. She wanted to feel awful, she wanted to feel selfish that she couldn't suck him off as he lapped at her so wonderfully, but Cloud wouldn't let her. Words weren't needed, she knew he wanted her to get off and he was going to do everything to make it so she wasn't able to think.

His pace was agonizingly slow, but it allowed for him to really taste everything inside of her. Every new coat of arousal was all because of him, he could take solace and know just how badly her body craved him.

"C-cloud please- I-I can't focus!" Tifa let out a sharp inhale as she flung her head back. She wanted him to be less good at this, right now! How was she supposed to suck him off when she was sure the feeling of literal heaven would pale in comparison to the feeling of his tongue inside of her.

Then he had to take it a step further and add his fingers. That was it for the black-haired woman.

She needed to get her orgasm out of the way, she felt the heat unbearably hot in her core. She wanted to cum so she could focus on pleasing him, he wasn't allowing her to focus!

While an orgasm for most was an experience that one wanted to experience, it would seem for Cloud and Tifa, it was almost more enjoyable to feel the other orgasm instead. Tifa wished to please Cloud so badly, that she gripped his cock tightly as she continued to pump it up with what little strength she had waning in her upper half, it was all dedicated to her lower half. Her hips moved wildly against his tongue, letting out gasps and sputters that she was ashamed were coming out of her mouth. Not because of how he made her feel so effortlessly, but because of how lewd they sounded.

She didn't deserve this pleasure, she thought to herself. She was 'neglecting' her lover, and she felt horrible she didn't have the strength to keep sucking him as he continued his masterful assault.

Neglecting would be the farthest thing any sane person would see, the way she pumped him with such ferocity, using her saliva she had generously coated upon his cock, she was practically worshipping it with her hand, even without being able to comprehend the situation due to her ecstasy, that much was clear.

Tifa couldn't take much more, her lovely curvaceous body glistened with a shimmering layer of sweat, her legs opened wide, causing her swollen lips to be that much more vulnearable to his assault of his tongue and fingers just squelching inside of her.

A comprehensible word couldn't be traced from her lips as her orgasm hit her. The heat built between her legs erupted and exploded into a waterfall of her orgasmic fluid. It would spurt onto his tongue as she orgasmed.

Despite being literally in the middle of an orgasm, once the initial shock of pleasure spiked, she shakily looked at his cock. Her eyes weak and half-lidded from experiencing so much pleasure at once, she was panting even. But it didn't stop her from trudging herself forwards with all of her might. Her heavy set of breasts plopped down on his pelvis, also glistening with a layer of sheen.

"I'm sorry Cloud, I'm sorry for neglecting you." Tifa closed her eyes, a tear threatening to prick her eyes. She loved him so much and what would he think of her that she wasn't able to suck him off as he pleased her. To her, he was a master at this and she was but a humble novice.

Not letting herself fully enjoy her orgasm, which was impossible. Cloud wouldn't let her, and she knew it. His tongue was steady, and still there if she wished to continue grinding upon his mouth to pleasure herself through the hyper sensitivity of her orgasm, but she would do no such thing herself.

His cock stood, waiting tall and proud. Mere strokes wouldn't take care of him now and she instantly parted her lips and sunk her lips back down on his cock. She chided herself for every bit she couldn't feel covered in her own saliva, she needed him to be drenched in the warmth of her mouth.

Tifa got back into it, tenderly suckling away at his cock, her head bobbing up and down, and her long dangling earrings making a small sound as they gently tapped up against her own cheek at the motion she made.

She felt his hips thrust upwards and instnatly her eyes opened at the strange sensation. Was he... was he wanting her do more?

Instantly her heart began to race with anxiety and excitement. It was so rare for Cloud to express his want in something. She decided in that moment she would do everything humanely possible to make him happy. If that included taking down more of his length than she could handle, then so be it.

Tifa opened her mouth as wide as she could and relaxed in her position as best she could. She could feel the strength of her orgasm starting to die down thankfully, at least she could focus on his cock for now.

The woman gently rested her hand upon his inner-thigh, gently stroking him, letting him know that he could do more. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breathe before the assault his hips forced his cock deeper down her mouth than she was used to taking.

She winced, choked even for a moment. A small sound escaping from her throat as that tear that pricked her eye earlier fell from the shock of the action. His cock had hit the back of her throat for a second. It was so brief, she could barely realize the sensation because he pulled back so quickly.

She knew why, he never wanted to cause her discomfort, but god, she was going all out for him tonight.

She tightened her grip on his thigh and let her other hand grab the other thigh on the opposite side, forcing his hips to stay with her mouth.

If he should forcefully try and stop from her discomfort, she wouldn't let him. She loved him too much and she was not about to let her throat's limitations get in the way how how much she wanted his entire cock inside her mouth.

"Please don't stop Cloud. I... I love you so much, I'll take all of you!" Tifa felt her eyes slam shut as she forcefully rammed her head back down as deep as she could possibly go down on his erect member. Every pulse of his hot rod would be felt in her warm and welcoming throat. She felt her gag reflex kick in but she grabbed his thighs tightly to keep herself there. She struggled, strained for a moment. She felt her nose all the way down, right up against his hot and heavy balls, the skin touching. Her chin now nestled between the soft strands of his blonde pubic hair. It let her know without seeing, she had taken his entire cock in her mouth.

She tried so hard to stay there, but she was suffocating a moment longer. She pulled herself off his cock, panting heavily as saliva dripped from every inch of his throbbing member. She shook her head, if he was trying to stop her from deepthroating him she wouldn't let him with her hands pushing down on his legs fiercly. Using all that strength from her brawling training to keep him in place.

Slurping his cock as much as she could she gently released her grasp, hoping he would begin to thrust into her and cum inside her mouth as she pleased. She loved him so much, she had said it many times, but she hoped now he understood, just how far she was willing to go for the man that she couldn't live without.

 

[SoleAccord]

The lewd spray from her sopping slit drained inside his mouth and vanished with hasty gulps. What he couldn’t catch stained his already drenched tongue. The corners of his mouth were made sticky by her fallen juices; a few trails managed to slide down his cheeks, unable to be consumed in time. Still, Cloud swelled with pride. Not only did Tifa buck her hips and succumb to the ribbed pleasure of his moist tongue and erected fingers, but she couldn’t control the heated pitch of her voice. If her strokes were consistent, he believed it possible she could’ve made him orgasm from an enthusiastic handjob and some intense wordplay.

Regardless, he found pleasure in hers. The hot jet of fluid seeping from her greedy pussy and the spasms across her body did not lie. That was his satisfaction.

Swallowing what remained of her nectar, Cloud exhaled loudly to signal that the mess she made was taken care of. Now left with her quivering folds and her perfect ass for a view, he could catch his breath while she worked to return the favor. She took her duty to pleasure him seriously. He knew he wasn’t going anywhere—not until she knew that he was satisfied, not the other way around.

Allowing his sore tongue to rest, it retreated inside his mouth. The damp fingers inside her withdrew, his entire hand coming to rest on her ample ass. He squeezed hard, enjoying the flesh settling in his palms. A swift slap followed it, the clap louder than the ambience of Tifa’s mouth gleefully swallowing his shaft.

The signal to continue his thrust after his initial test, the rubbing of his inner thigh, excited him. Having denied Tifa the chance to practice oral sex on him, tonight would mean the removal of all previous taboos. Limitations on their sex life were lunacy, he saw that now.

His piston-like dick made use of his love’s willing mouth and throat, brushing her tongue with each pass. Short, controlled thrusts were the start. Willingness didn’t equate to experience, and Cloud wouldn’t chance his girlfriend experiencing any discomfort. If it frustrated her that he was taking great care not to push her limits, then so be it. For the first minute and a half, the advantage wasn’t taken to bring her chin down on his pelvic bone. The tip of his dick enjoyed kissing her uvula well enough.

She performed well at first, with no cause of alarm detected. But in the midst of her relaxing oral, something changed. Tifa gagged, and he slowed his movements down to a crawl in response. Too deep, too soon. She couldn’t take it that far yet, try as she did.

“Take a breath,” Cloud said as his hips settled in place, his cock stilled. “Take it out and breathe. Don’t rush it.”

He writhed where he lay. Tifa’s grip on his hips wouldn’t relent; he tried wriggling with urgency, but still he failed to free her mouth of his aching penis.

“Tifa?” he called to her. “Tifa, you can stop.”

Her failure to perform perfectly on his shaft was meaningless. Tonight was about her. About them. If time to rest her mouth was what she needed, then she’d have it, but she approached this as if it were life and death. The soreness in his hips told him when her words would not. Strong as he was, Tifa’s experience in close-combat and her specialization in holds made fighting her off from this angle impossible.

“Tifa!” Cloud repeated urgently. “You’ll choke. That’s enough!”

The warmth of her mouth vanished from his damp shaft. He saw her raise her head slightly and take a breath, relieving him of encroaching anxiety about all of this. Her stake in his pleasure was flattering, but to the point she was going to choke and cough without sufficient practice was just too much. What kind of a man would he be if he took pleasure in the wrong kind of struggle? It made him sick just picturing it, him pleasured while she fought discomfort. If that’s what it took to make him feel good, then he didn’t want her mouth anymore.

Tifa, on the contrary, felt differently about this situation, and with a hoarse voice begged him not to quit on her.

Cloud was floored into silence. Before he could get another word in, he felt her lips envelop his cock and sink deep. Air was sucked between his teeth as her chin connected with his pubic bone. What air she gathered tickled his musky balls while her nose snuggled against them. She succeeded, not leaving a trace of his swollen dick unattended to. The sweltering mouth of his lover captured every inch, and all he could do was exhale blissfully from the maneuver.

Thankfully heeding his words, once he felt Tifa’s gag reflex fighting its throbbing intruder she pulled away before he could protest once again. Cool air brushed his dick as the trickle of heavy saliva ran down; her excess saliva pooled at his pubes and slowly inched down his simmering balls. These sensations, when paired with the sound of Tifa gasping for air, made his balls churn in anticipation. He needed to fuck something—anything—and Tifa wasn’t allowing him the chance to pull away.

He tried again to wriggle free from her grasp, but was only met with blistering pain in response. His hips burned trying to get free of her grip. That told him enough. No matter how much he begged and pleaded for her to relax, she would see this through to the end. If he desired her stressful deepthroat to end, then all he could do was cum.

Fine.

Gritting his teeth, his hands fell to his sides and clutched the sheets. Tifa’s grip eased, enabling him to resume careful thrusts that—thanks to fighting her—were weaker than before. Ignoring the burning sensation of his taxed hips because of it, the steady rise to a faster pace took longer. When the pain ceased, the pace increased; his cock grinded along her tongue and his tip again became reacquainted with her uvula before pushing beyond.

His attention was brought to her pussy, still glistening with saliva and juices of her own making. He still tasted her, the ghost of her clit teasing the tip of his tongue. Fucking Tifa’s mouth and throat, he pictured it being her pussy instead. He wanted to sink himself inside it until his balls hugged her clit. This singular thought placed Tifa’s throat under greater duress than before.

Her relaxing grip on his hips would be her undoing. He jackhammered into her mouth, treating it like it was her pussy. His balls bounced up to slap her nose with each thrust. Sliding his shaft deeper inside her mouth, the sanity Cloud desperately clung to told him to power through it. He ignored Tifa’s gag reflex. Ignored how awful he felt for allowing her to think this was necessary for his pleasure. If he stopped now, she would only feel worse and try harder.

The hot mouth of his loyal girlfriend was heaven, but his heart ached with a sense of guilt that it came to this.

He ignored that pain, too.

“Tifa…” Cloud whispered as his orgasm drew closer. Treating her throat like her pussy helped. “Almost…almost…AAAGH!”

The pressure between his balls and cock discharged. One final thrust and Cloud’s hips left the bed entirely, forcing Tifa to either slam down to meet it or instead find that she was closer to sitting up instead of lying down. A burst of boiling seed shot thickly, dousing her throat with an abundance of freshly pumped sperm. Scattering his seed down her throat, what might not make it down her stomach would be plentiful enough to submerge her entire tongue.

His eyes were shut tight, stars of white flashing behind his lids as the full force of his orgasm struck. Emptying his balls of that aching burden, his hips slowly returned to the bedsheets. The strength left his hips; his body worked to pump what it could into Tifa’s mouth until the last drop. If she were the least bit hungry before all this, he doubted she could eat now. Her protein-heavy dinner was definitely served after that one.

Cloud’s eyes opened to stare at the ceiling, intent on catching his breath. The final remnants of his load were pumped; the relief hit him like one of her punches, a guilt-ridden relaxation becoming the result.

The death grip on the bedsheets weakened until his hands rest flat. Tifa succeeded; the pain in his dick slowly diminished, its once hardened state reduced to one of oversensitivity and half-erect frailness. He would need a few minutes to recover his strength. Intense as that was, he knew his balls weren’t dry yet. And if his balls weren’t dry, then Tifa wasn’t letting anything stop her from making it so. For now, a reprieve. They could both use a few minutes.

“…Look at me.” An exhausted plea left him at last. He didn’t yet possess the strength to move and meet her. Every last bit of energy he once had was probably settling in her stomach right about now. “Come here and look at me.”

Carrying strength enough to turn his head, Cloud made certain she could see the disappointment in his eyes when she followed his wishes.

“I love you. You know that I do…” he said, still winded. “If you love me like you say—and I know you do—then please… Tifa, please, don’t ever force yourself to choke and gag because you think you aren’t enough for me if you don’t.”

Baring his heart to her, Cloud’s tone begged for understanding of how serious he took this.

“You are enough. You always were. You always will be.” He nodded weakly. “I need you to believe me. Because if you don’t, then I’m the one who hasn’t done enough for you.”

 

[Mint]

Tifa just shut her eyes, bearing the discomfort was the only thing she would possibly do. The sounds, or rather pleas of Cloud wouldn't phase her.

She wanted to yell out, to tell him that her discomfort meant nothing. She would be in pain if it just gave him a feeling, a moment of relief. Couldn't he see how much she loved him? Words weren't enough for him clearly, she had to do this... she had too.

She kept repeating it in her head as he thrust his length into her mouth, finally getting the idea. Or at least, she was under the impression he was enjoying her gulping down his entire length. She would let out shaky breathes, winces couldn't be avoided. But the whimpers were kept to the absolute minimum to make it seem like it was less than it was. Her grasp on his thighs was loosened and now he had full reign to her mouth. Her throat would suffice hopefully, the wet thrusting of his cock slamming in and out of her was intense. She could feel her entire body quaking at the sensations. While it was a discomforting feeling, it wasn't a displeasurable one. She still immensely enjoyed his taste, she had just needed to take this slower and at her own pace instead of forcing him down like she was doing.

Tifa was letting out shaky breathes with every thrust of his cock in her mouth, he had told her to breathe and she was doing it. Her hands were quivering, shaking even from using her strength to subdue his hips. She loosened her grip but still held onto his thighs for the support. Even with so much of his cock down her throat, she still closed her eyes. Every exhale was him- the musky scent of his balls occasionally slapping up against her chin, or the feeling of his pre-cum mixed with her saliva dripping down out of her mouth. She wanted him to know she would do this for him, she would bear everything.

He was going so fast, almost unbearably fast. For a novice at oral sex, this was a lot to handle. She tried to manage her breathing, but was more focused on pleasuring his length more-so. She felt his cock twitching, pulsating, he was close. She needed to hold out a bit longer!

"Mmph!" She moaned on his cock, causing a buzzing sensation to stir through his rod as the thrusting never seemed to end. She took in every inch she could, helping him reach his climax, that's all that mattered to her in this moment. She wouldn't have listened to anything he had to say until he reached it.

Every second she couldn't handle the entire load she let out a frustrated breathe. She wanted to... no, she needed him to know she could do this, that she would do this for him any time he wanted.

His length hit her uvula for what felt like the tenth time and she once again felt her gag reflex kick in. Her face scrunched up tightly as she powered through it. This is what he wanted... She would do it! He needed to know how much she loved him, this was the only way to prove it!

Her sanity was on the verge of snapping, normally she would be more rational about things, but all the combined effects of his absence, stress from the job and that fear of losing the one thing that was making her life worth living all formed together to make her into what she was tonight.

Finally, she heard his voice through the sound of his cock still pounding inside of her mouth. Ramming up against the back of her throat, it was all she was hearing for the last few moments before his load was pumped into her throat heavily.

Despite all she had been through, pushing through her gag-reflex and taking him deeper than she ever thought possible, she swallowed. Words couldn't describe the feeling of his hot seed dribbling down her throat, and despite it being far too much for her to handle, she drank it. Her head tilted upwards to meet his hips so far off the bed, she was forced into a sitting position as she followed him. Not letting his spray his load anywhere else but into the depths of her mouth.

She kept his cock in her mouth for the next few moments, her face covered in a layer of sweat from the exertion she had pulled and her cheeks utterly flushed.

As she gulped down the last spurt of his seed, she popped off his cock and then began panting heavily. The effects of her efforts showing as she placed a hand on her chest to feel how elevated her heart rate was after that throat-fucking.

She looked at Cloud expectantly, despite being utterly exhausted by such a thing, she knew he would be pleased. She had taken his entire length! Maybe... maybe he would see how much he mattered to him, how she was willing to do anything to have him by her side once again.

But she was met with disappointment.

She could hear it in his voice. She didn't look at him the first time he told her to. Tifa was quick to pick up on the fact that him telling her to 'stop' earlier was not out of obligation. She figured he was just saying that just for the sake of it, she knew he was always accommodating of her feelings like that. But his voice... it sounded so... guilt-ridden.

Tifa slowly raised her head in a shameful manner, barely meeting his eyes as she frowned. Tears threating to form her eyes. Was it... not enough? Was her best not enough to pleasure him anymore? That's what she was thinking. She had given him everything in those last few moments, everything she could possibly muster to get him to realize the extent of her affections. But he was disappointed.

She paused, utterly still when he said he loved her. It had been so long... since he had said those words to her. She was always one to say it, and she knew that with everything he's been through, it was hard for him to say that. Tifa knew he loved her, but to what extent. Was she even able to make a difference to his mood? She had been trying so hard and she never felt like it was enough.

"Cloud, you don't understand I-" Tifa started to argue, but he cut her off. Her gaze starting to finally settle on his face as he lay back. She kept shaking her head, her eyebrows furrowing downwards almost in a bit of anger, not at him, but to herself. To make him think that he was the problem- how could she do that.

"No!" She suddenly said aloud, gripping the sheets and looking at him with such intensity that it almost felt like heat was emanating off of her.

"H-how can you say I'm enough. Cloud I... I can't do this..." Tifa's anger faded as instantly as it came as she sat upon her knees, unable to keep herself from looking at him as she spoke, because she didn't want him to see the emotions ridden on her face.

Her breath became heavy as she felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. No- no, she couldn't cry! He would see her tears and think it was his fault. It was all her fault! Why couldn't she just accept it!

Regardless of how hard she tried, tears began to spill from her beautiful reddish-colored eyes. Trickling down her cheek and forming at her chin as she kept her head low and started shaking her head.

"All this time Cloud. I've kept myself going because I thought... I thought if I was strong for you, that it would help you get through everything.... everything you've suffered through." Tifa breathed out, her voice cracking and shaky.

A tear spilled onto the sheets, there was no point in hiding her face from him any longer, she had failed.

"Damnit..." She croaked out, more fresh tears filling her eyes. The last thing he needed was the baggage from her crying! She was trying to make him feel better not feel horrible for making her cry.

"I'm not strong enough. I'm not strong like you think. I-I... I'm weak!" Tifa whimpered out as she turned herself away from him, her knees curling up to her chest.

"I want to believe you Cloud, I want to believe that I've made a difference for you but I keep thinking I've failed you. I miss you so much when you're gone, do you know how much it hurts to have you apart from me." Her breathe was so soft, her head hung in between her arms.

"It's so incredibly selfish of me, I know. You're out working for us- despite everything you've been through. I understand you have to go. But Cloud, every night without you-" Her head finally tilted up, he would see all the fresh tears spilled from her eyes. Staining her beautiful cheeks that the moonlight would illuminate.

"Every night is empty without you. I don't know if you believe me when I say I love you. You're my entire world- you and Denzel... You're all I have left." She started to get control of her emotions a little bit better, but not by much. She began to move closer to him, tears finally stopped spilling from her eyes.

"I thought if I worked harder these past few months, I thought if I... took all of you inside of my mouth that you would see how much you mean to me. That you'd want to stay- and you would see that... I need you, here, with me." She shook her head, realizing how insane she sounded. He had just bared his heart to her for once and now of all times did she decide to spill the hurt that had been plaguing her own.

There was a silence, deafening. The only sounds filling the room was their breathing and the faint sounds of the nightlife outside of their room.

"God, what am I doing. I wanted to help you through your depression but all I've done is make it worse." Tifa began shaking her head, blaming herself once again. Not for a second was she going to let him take the fall for this. She looked at him, so longingly, so full of tenderness.

So badly did she want to believe that Cloud loved her, so badly she wanted to believe him, but why couldn't she? What was stopping her?

"Please don't think this is your fault. This is... This is my fault. I need to become stronger so you can always have me to rely on. I can't be... I can't be falling apart because of this." Tifa's hands shook, the only thing that could possibly calm her down right now was his touch, and she didn't feel like she deserved it after this. Her eyes were glued to his limp hands, wishing to hold them in her own. But she resisted, she wasn't sure how he would feel after she had just said all those things.

"I'm sorry." Was the only thing she could muster up to say in her apology. Nothing else could be said, she had blurted out everything on an accident, and now she was sure, she had made him feel awful. How badly she wished she could take back her words and replace them with beautiful lies, about how she was holding out strong when he left.

But this was the truth. She was empty without him, all she wanted- all she thought about was him! Couldn't he see- he was everything to her! Words wouldn't be able to describe how she felt, clearly. She just hoped all she's done had made a difference, that her presence had done something to help him out of what he was fighting. He needed to know, he wasn't alone fighting his inner demons. If he would let her in, she would be there with him, always.

 

[SoleAccord]

Tifa’s anger left him speechless.

He watched and waited for her to continue, the brief flash of anger resulting in pained whispers. She trembled with every word, changing from looking at him and turning away as she saw fit. There was no concealing her tears from him, she knew that, but it was as if she felt terrible for speaking her mind about the matter. He knew inner turmoil well, and endless guilt, too. Holding so much inside of her could only last so long. The seams of her heart burst, with Tifa pouring out her feelings to him without false smiles and the pretense that everything was going to be okay.

He lied to her that way many, many times.

She couldn’t do the same.

His strength returned and he slowly sat up, watching her pained attempt to reassure him that none of this was his fault, but that would be a lie. It didn’t matter if Tifa believed it to be true or not, he did. This situation, the ache in her chest and the tears that fell from her eyes to make her cheeks glisten, was the direct result of not taking the time to speak to her sooner. If he confronted his past and told her the truth about everything, maybe the burden she carried for so long would've lifted long ago.

Trauma was the last foe he needed to face. It couldn’t just be ignored. It was a monster he couldn’t destroy with both hands and a broadsword. Tifa knew the things he’s faced in his past. The losses he suffered—some of which they shared—were weighing on him, like the thought of not doing enough for his sake weighed on her.

This went deeper than just worry, he realized. Tifa’s fears didn’t die with Sephiroth or with stopping Meteor. That optimism she wore wasn’t only for him. It was a way of reassuring herself that everything would turn out alright as it did before.

‘I’ve been… a fool,’ Cloud thought to himself. The urge to look away with shame at what he helped cause was powerful. But he tired of looking away and running from the problems he created. He chose to witness it—to look at the pain he allowed to let fester and commit this to memory. The only way to prevent this from happening again would be to hear her out to the very last word.

Her final words were reluctantly accepted. Tifa’s nature wouldn’t allow him to reject her apology and offer his own. She needed to shoulder the burden he worked so diligently to ensure she never knew. It was killing him long before his last nightmare, the last time he looked into her tear-stricken eyes to wake him. Together they could do so much, but apart they were hopelessly lost. He grew tired of loneliness, of wondering if he did enough to make her life brighter. She felt the same.

Reaching for her shaking hands, both thumbs stroked her knuckles while his arms tugged towards him. She never did come to him like he wanted, but now that her piece was said, maybe now would be the right time to come to him.

Once she did—if she did—Cloud would take her in both his open arms. He wouldn’t fall backwards and lay with her. Instead he sat upright, letting the mutual silence give her time to calm down. What they both needed was to take a good, long long look at themselves and the choices that led them to this moment. His mind was muddled with mistakes past and present, but not letting Tifa rest against him in her time of need wouldn’t become one of them, not now, not ever.

“Thank you.” He whispered as if speaking too loudly might ruin their moment of peace. “I think I understand now. You were suffering as much as I was, and I couldn’t see it.”

His embrace tightened. Already the sexual pleasures experienced with her felt long ago, but the warmth of her touch was an appropriate substitute.

“I need for us to stop apologizing to each other tonight, because neither of us is willing to accept it from the other. Going in circles… it won’t do anything but make us more upset, right?” he asked, closing his eyes. “This isn’t a contest to see who’s the sorriest between us. We’re together now, and that’s what should matter most. Let’s try it again, okay?”

Opening his eyes, Cloud’s lips fell to her lips and offered a single peck, hoping that she would reciprocate.

“The world changed when Midgar was destroyed, and you and I have done what we’ve always done: make the best of it,” he said. “The Planet, the people in Edge, Denzel, you and I—we fought together so this world and every living thing on it had a second chance at life, and we earned that for ourselves. Right now, I don’t want to be sorry. I want to be with you. Do you feel the same way?”

 

[Mint]

Tifa couldn't keep her gaze down, no matter how she tried. She had just relayed the painful truth that was eating her up inside- with the one she had been trying so hard to keep it from.

She had understood Cloud, she knew why he was the way he was. He wasn't upfront about his emotions, and it took digging to get anything out of him. But she was fine with that- really! What was killing her inside was that... she didn't seem to matter, at least in her mind. It seemed like if she disappeared, nothing would have changed. Had she even been making a difference in his life- how could she possibly even begin to?

Then he thanked her?!

She was too baffled for words to even describe, because she had felt like she had just ruined everything by breaking down like this in front of him. After remaining so strong all this time, this was how she had fallen apart? She wanted to feel pathetic, she wanted to feel defeated, but she couldn't. Not with his arms now going around her, forcing the breathe out of her throat as she just breathed.

Yes... one breathe at a time.

Her eyes closed, this was real... He was real.

Was this how he felt- all the time? Not knowing what was real- not knowing if every breathe he took wasn't a reality?

Her arms immediately found their way to his back. Perhaps it was because she felt so connected to him, she felt his pain. Felt it so clearly she was about to start crying again from how much he had been bearing alone. Finally, she could understand- and she could do something about it. All that guilt and trauma he had been holding onto- she felt it as she held him. Instead of letting it consume her- if she was alone, it would have. But she took it in, and released it. They both did. That time had passed- and her outburst about missing him was for far more than just that fact.

She didn't realize... she needed him. He was keeping her grounded- in fact, it was he who made her so strong. Only now, did she realize this. All this time, she thought she was being strong for him, but he was being strong for her.

"Cloud... I..." Tifa started, but he cut her off before she could utter another apology from his lips. Those perfect, pink lips. Her eyes briefly fluttered towards them, but she dug her head back under his neck. Her breasts squished up against his more broader chest, it felt natural to be this close with him. He was the only one... the only one who understood what it felt like to have your family taken from you- when you couldn't do anything.

She fought back more tears, the feelings she felt with him were too powerful for words. Instead, she gripped his back tighter, letting him know that he was everything and more to her.

Listening to his words intently, they really began to settle in with her. Soon enough, she was calm enough to really understand what he was saying. They were together... she needed to be reminded of that. How much that meant to not only her, but to him as well. By disregarding herself like that- she hadn't realized how upsetting that must have been for him. She was about to apologize over and over again, but he was right- there was no point.

If she apologized, the cycle would never end.

She had a lot to be sorry for, but she shouldn't be sorry about expressing what she felt with him. Only now, did she realize this.

Tifa backed herself from his neck and closed her eyes as he kissed her lips. Different from the kiss before, her eyes fluttered shut as she let the brief tingling sensation caused from the tap of his lips against hers to affect her so deeply. Warm waves of comfort flooded over her entire being, running down her arms, her legs- down to her feet. Instead of deeping the kiss however, she let him pull back, content with just the peck- it did it's job. It showed her that words didn't matter to express his love- he loved her, and she loved him.

That's all that mattered, right?

"Of course, I..." Tifa sighed, rubbing the dried tears from her eyes with her left hand. The other, moved back behind his back to continue this warm embrace of comfort.

"I realize this now. I was ashamed to admit this to you, because I wanted to be strong for you. I wanted..." She paused, taking in a deep breathe to really say what she needed to.

"I wanted to be the one that you could rely on, the one you could talk to and share your pain with. I thought I could do this... If I kept everything inside of me. But I was wrong, that was wrong." Tifa shook her head, softly speaking now as she felt her gaze drift down to his knees. Her eyes closed shut as she rested her head onto his shoulder in their embrace. Her arms snaking up around his back.

"The truth is, I relied on you. You inspire me, the first moment you returned to me after all that time back in Sector 7 Cloud I... You don't know how much it meant to me to see you again." Her head tilted to the side, placing a tender kiss upon his exposed neck, just needing to feel his skin upon her lips, if only for a minute.

"It only became more difficult for me not to be with you. I think about you all the time, and I miss you so much... god, I miss you so much it aches." She shut her eyes, adjusting herself so she would be sitting upon his knees, her legs wrapping around his waist. The intimacy of the position couldn't go unnoticed, but truthfully, at this moment, she was only wishing to hear his words of reciprocation more than anything.

"We fought, and we won. I know I should- we should be happy. But, I can't be happy without you. I just... I just can't. I love you too much for words to even describe." Tifa let out a shaky breathe- it felt good to just... let that all out.

Gently she released her grip on his body, and let her hands slide up his shoulders and neck, then to his jawline. Her hand cupped his cheek as she rested the back of her fingers near his ear and tenderly stroked downwards, gesturing him to look down into her eyes.

"Please just tell me- please tell me it's not just me. Just say... You love me, one more time." Tifa's lips parted, impatient for the words to fall from his lips. Perhaps it was selfish of her to request such a thing, but she needed to hear it. She wanted to hear that her efforts were getting through to him in some way, that could be in the form of love- or anything really.

She understood already, he loved her too. But her request- it was the one thing she would ask of him. She hoped he would grant her this wish, then she could finally lay her doubts to rest, and as he said- just be with him.

"I didn't mean to break down in front of you like that, but truthfully, I'm glad. You understand me- instead of hiding it, I should have just talked to you. You... You are probably the only one who can understand. I hope you feel that way about me too, to talk- and if not today, then someday. I'll wait, as long as you need. Just know this, it's because of you I'm still here- breathing. I'll do everything to help you too, as you've done for me."

Tifa craned her heads upwards to meet his tantalizing lips once more. Her soft lower lip gently rubbing up against his mouth, her tongue barely grazing out of her mouth- unsure- but wanting.

Before she could get carried away, she pulled herself back, still in this intimate position, she let her eyes open back up again. Glad that she was able to get what she wished to say out.

This is the first time they've truly talked like this. She was so glad- glad that she had connected with him deeper.

The amount of love, and adoration he would feel from her gaze could possibly be overwhelming.

You'd be hard-pressed to find a woman more in love with a man than the way Tifa looked at Cloud, right now, in this moment.

 

[SoleAccord]

'How did the both of us get it so wrong?' Cloud wondered.

It wasn’t a crime to love and support one another. If it were, they would both be in handcuffs and escorted to the nearest prison, should any prison still stand. Neither of them was willing to do anything other than console the other; even as Tifa insisted she shared so much of the blame, the urge to revert to his protective self continued to strengthen. Tifa didn’t need his protection, he reminded himself, only his full attention. But after so much time spent shielding her from danger and stress, the habit was difficult to break.

Fighting his urge to console her, Cloud gritted his teeth and allowed her to continue—to practice what he preached. ‘No more saying sorry’, he reminded himself as Tifa went on. ‘Listen. Just listen.’

Inspiration was the word used most with Denzel; Tifa reminded him often how much Denzel looked up to him, not that he needed it. That boy would follow him anywhere he could if given the option. To find out that he also inspired Tifa somehow was surprising, especially when his behavior leading up to tonight was anything but heroic. But that was Tifa. No matter how negative he thought of himself, she wouldn’t hear of it. This time, the truth—and he wouldn’t accept her contrary opinion on this—was that he wasn’t heroic. Not lately, at least.

What kind of a man would let the love of his life shed so many tears?

Aerith and Zack would’ve really let him have it for that.

He watched her shift positions after having resisted the urge to respond to her affectionate touches thus far. Mounting him, his body responded with involuntary arousal. Her body’s warmth and the friction she built stirred his flaccid cock to life again, and it begun to swell as her legs locked around his waist. It wasn’t the first time he ignored his body’s urges for Tifa’s sake, but this conversation was far too important to give in. Not yet. Not until they agreed that starting tonight, they wouldn’t hide anything from each other. Never again.

His lips twitched to speak, but hers begun to tease his. His eyes settled into hers, the invitation to her body received… and, with difficulty, refused once again. Only when she pulled away did he see fit to respond in kind. His hands reached for her hips and pulled her closer, enough that they would inhale the other’s oxygen. Gently pressing his forehead against hers, his arms wrapped around her entire body to keep every inch of it firm against him. His swollen dick was hot against her moistened panties; its ache was irritating, its hardness at full. But he refused to give in even now.

“I don’t leave you because it makes me happy,” he whispered, eyes slowly shutting. “Our fight is over… and without something to fight, I became afraid of my own thoughts. My own trauma. And rather than allow you in to “fix me” like you did before, I wanted to do something about it on my own. That’s the reason it took me so long to get back to you.”

The tremor in his chest was equal to the erection nestled against her covered slit. A growing hotness could be felt through every inch of bare skin she came into contact with. His sexual vigor fully returned, but like her he needed to hold back, to let something more out than his base instincts.

“I know that pain you speak of because I feel it too. I want to be your pillar, your shoulder, your support. I thought that if I talked to you about what I’ve suffered inside, I couldn’t succeed in that. And, as it turns out, I ended up causing you grief regardless. I made a mistake by not letting you in. It won't happen ever again.”

He could picture her crying and hear the anguish in her voice still, even after she calmed down. He didn’t want it to become another image to haunt him, much like Zack and Aerith’s body did. Tifa wouldn’t become another failure of his. He wouldn’t become one of hers.

“People need us. What we do is important. Not just for Denzel and Marlene, but for everyone in Edge. So when you see me drive away, keep in mind it isn’t that I want to leave you, but that I need to—just for a while. People count on me like they count on you.”

Strife Delivery Service escorted an assortment of cargo to and from Edge; food, clothing, raw goods, and other materials vital to reconstruction were his most frequent escorts. The landscape outside of this city was dangerous; Sephiroth was the greatest threat to the Planet that humanity had ever seen, but he wasn’t the only threat out there. People would take advantage of despondent, desperate survivors of Midgar’s destruction. Convoys of supplies would be hit, if not by the opportunists, then by roaming monsters left unchecked without a dedicated team to ensure the roads were clear.

Tifa’s Seventh Heaven bar was a warm welcome after a long, exhausting day. Toasts to the friends and family that died during Midgar’s fall and the world nearing its end still continued to this day, even months later. A strong drink and the comfort of those who knew your pain were one of the few comforts Edge was able to provide. And though Tifa was taken, she was still easy on the eyes and provided good advice and healthy conversation. Should anyone try to take advantage of her hospitality, she knew more than a hundred moves in order to express her lack of interest.

“We’re stronger together. But there will be times when we can’t be, and we’ll have to be strong anyway. It isn’t easy to say goodbye. It never is. But I’ll always be able to look forward to seeing you when I return home.”

With her body still locked against him, Cloud drew his head away and opened his eyes. Rotating his body to his side, he settled Tifa’s head down on her cool pillow and looked deeply into her eyes. His arms freed her body, with both hands slowly sliding down her sides and stopping at her thighs to ease them apart. The eager, swollen dick warming her slit now pushed against her panties, signaling his intentions loud and clear.

Now on his knees, the gaze was broken in favor of eying that final piece of cloth separating them from finally becoming one.

“And starting now, I want to make the most of every moment we’re together. No more holding back, for either of us.”

His hands reached for them, his fingers hooking inside before he carefully wrestled them from her thighs. Whether she aided him in it or not, Cloud’s lack of refusal would be similar to her own. Rather than dive for her glistening folds with his lips a second time, this yearning for oneness wasn’t able to be suppressed any longer. His erection throbbed with each beat of his heart, barely making a movement. It stiffened to the point it became truly painful, but Tifa’s mouth alone would no longer satisfy it. This was a rare desire from him, one that only this part of Tifa could hope to comfort.

He reached for his aching cock and stroked it a couple times, coaxing a thick globe of precum to slide from the dip and trail down the engorged head. Scooting forward, he lined himself with her folds and rubbed himself up and down, mixing his pre with what juices she hopefully managed to secret for him. While not quite sure if their joined flesh succeeded in stimulating her body like it did his, maybe the anticipation of their bare connection would solve that problem. He wasn’t afraid that she wasn’t ready for this. Only that he didn’t give her enough time to prepare for it.

With a precise thrust, Cloud inched himself inside, enough that his grip was no longer necessary. The warmth and softness already caught him off guard; without a layer of latex shielding her from him, the sensation started to make him burn for more. It would be impossible to go back to condoms after this. To think he wasn’t even halfway in and already his restraint began to falter. Tifa could make that painful ache disappear, but only if she were satisfied with his answers.

“Rather than tell you I love you again, I want you to let me make love to you, like we did back then. When we gave ourselves to each other for the first time.” Cloud settled his chest against hers; his right hand searched for her left in order to interlock them, leaving his left to firmly grasp her right thigh and raise it, making his entry that much easier on her. The angle, as far as Cloud could tell, was perfect. All that remained was her permission.

The last time he’s had her raw was the first time they ever had sex. A lonely airship far from civilization. Their friends left to make final preparations for a battle they might not return from. It was just them, alone and naked in fresh hay, making the best of their feelings while there was still time. It wasn't a love hotel or even a real bed, but they didn't demand such things. Only each other.

Although he couldn’t bring himself to cum inside of her that evening, tonight would be different.

“I want to fill you up, until you’re full of me. Do I still have the right to have you, after making you so upset?”

 

[Mint]

She could only sit and listen- trying her absoulte best not to interject at every moment. To do anything to ease his worrying if even just the tiniest bit.

Having been sitting upon his lap and wrapping herself so intimately into him, she hadn't noticed him trying to fight back the more primal urge to claim her as his own- at least not initially. The way he hid his emotions, masked them so well that she could barely even tell what was going on was a talent in it of itself. One she now finally understood, why he did it.

He was the same as her, at least in that regard. He didn't wish to worry her, and that in turn made it like this. She wasn't about to force him to open up, just because they were a wonderful team, some thoughts would be better left for his own. She wanted to be with him, but she didn't wish to pry into his deepest and private moments- unless he wished to let her in himself, then, she would listen with her ears completely full of nothing but the sweet sounds of his words.

It made her feel more complete than he could ever know. Just... having knowledge of the fact that him having to leave affected her. Ever since they were kids- she had wondered about him, worried about him. When he left to become a SOLDIER, truthfully, she had made that promise to him so that he would have to come back. This only became worse with every painful reminder of all the people she had lost along the way. Jessie... Biggs, Wedge- Aerith, so many dear friends of hers that she would never get to talk to, never get to laugh with again, never get to tell how much they all meant to her.

But Cloud... He came back. He came back alive- her eyes closed upon his chest, listening to his heart-beat as he spoke. Just the sound of it comforted her more than he could ever possibly imagine. To feel him breathing, to get to tell him- to show him the impact he had made on her. He was her reason for pushing forward everyday, and part of the reason she was so hesistant to let him go was the fear plaguing her mind- would he ever not return one day?

She really tried not to think about such an agonizing thought. She couldn't bear it.

Her grip on his back tightened, and he likely wouldn't know why. But she still held him as she spoke, only releasing her tight embrace when he started to put the blame on himself- or at least, that's how she saw it.

"This grief it's not your fault. The world is cruel, I know this. Why else would it have taken so many dear friends from us if that wasn't the case. But I want you to know the tears I cried tonight are not for what you didn't do. I worry about you, you know this. Maybe a little bit too much for my own good. I couldn't bear it... I couldn't live if something happened to you. Not you... Anybody but you."

She really tried to fight the tears threatening to spill from her eyes again, she was unsuccessful. At least he could take comfort in knowing they weren't tears of sorrow, more-so of just being overwhelmed with too many thoughts at once. Oddly enough, holding him close like this, inhaling his scent so deeply she could breathe in nothing else- the quivering of her lips stopped almost instantly. Contented with the secure feeling he elicited- she hadn't know that was his intention. To make her feel safe and protected- though she was more than capable of defending herself, still. There was a beauty letting one's self become dependent, to trust someone so deeply you would do anything for them without so much as a doubt. She hoped she could get there with Cloud- they were almost there.

"You're right. What you're doing, what I do here- if we can just bring a little joy back into this world then maybe..." She trailed off, thinking about Aerith's smiling face as she did so. No longer overwhelmed with grief once more thinking about her departed friends- oddly enough she felt... happy? Like they were here with her in this moment, at least in spirit.

"Maybe we'll have made them proud." She finished softly. Tifa knew she didn't need to say the names of all they've lost, Cloud would know just as well as her. All that guilt- it needed to be released. All they could do now was carry on their legacies, and right now, she needed to be strong for it.

Tifa didn't need to express how much it meant to her that he looked forward to returning to see her. He would feel it in the way she held him, the way she looked at him so compassionately, not even questioning his release of her down onto the pillow. The strands of her long, black hair would splay outwards onto the bedsheet as her lips parted with enticement. Glistening in the moonlight that spilled in through the window.

Her breath faltered for a moment when she felt the heat emanating off of his cock. She didn't even need to look to tell how erect he was, it couldn't have been a pleasant feeling.

But shamefully, she couldn't help but feel aroused herself. The climax she had those minutes ago before they had sat down had long since subsided, and she felt a second wave wash over her. Coating her smooth and now, slick walls with another layer of her affections for him. This time, Tifa showed no resistance to his hands squeezing into her toned thighs and legs. Parting them as he gestured for them to move. If she wasn't so comfortable with him already- she might have been embarrased to have been spreading her legs like this for him. The last safety net- her panties which weren't functioning to cover much of anything- as her juices had made it sort of translucent at this point. That would be only if she was actually bashful at the moment, she wasn't.

She could have sworn she felt his member get harder- hotter, at the sight of her bare slit. Perfectly waxed and smooth, the little pink nubs near the end of her pussy were a bit swollen from climaxing earlier- but she suspected they would only darken with another inevitable climax.

Shuddering and letting out a small, breathless sound from the back of her throat as she felt her hands slide down onto the sheets, now holding onto them for her sanity. Feeling him inching forward, breaking past the barrier of her sex that only his fingers and tongue had punctured recently, it was almost like she was having sex for the first time with him again. Not only had been a good while since they've gotten to be intimate like this again, but before- their first time on that airship, it was like this. To feel his skin right up against hers with nothing in the way, she wasn't sure she could ever go back to the way they did things before now, dulling out that feeling from before. If she had to work harder to buy more birth control, she would. If only, to feel him like this again- and he hadn't even fully submerged his cock head inside of her, already she was teetering off the edge of sanity.

His answer seemed to be enough for her. It was the uncertain part of her being, Cloud was so hard to read even for her. She wanted to make sure that everything they've done to each-other was never out of obligation, it was out of want. Want for him to want her- like she desired him.

Tifa took in a soft inhale at the connection of their chests. Already glazed with a layer of sweat, it hardly mattered how it intermingled, they would certainly be working up more. Her breasts squished up against his toned abdomen with ease, the contrast of his more rigged and toned chest against her soft and pillow-like breasts sent a strange sensation through her body. Not a foreign one, seeing him this up close- his eyes, his lips, his body- it was bound to arouse her. How could it not- every time she looked at him she had to do a bit of a double-take, how was he real? To her- he was everything she could ever want, she could only hope that was the same for him.

"I still think about that moment. It was just... Just know I wasn't acting out of passion that night either. When I gave myself to you- that was me, wanting you. I don't want there to be any more doubt between us." Tifa whispered, her back threating to arch off of the bed mattress at the sensation of his cock entering her a bit deeper. That arousal that was consuming her with every second at this proximity was only getting worse. It was almost painful- probably less so than Cloud's, but the mere desire of wanting to be penetrated fully by him was starting to overtake everything.

She needed to say what she had to say, before the only things that would leave her mouth was the reciprocation of his pleasure he would inflict upon her.

Her hand tightened around his own. The palms her hands were a bit calloused from all the brawling training she underwent- and still kept up with it. A part of her envied women like Aerith in that way, her hands were always soft and delicate like how women's hands were supposed to be. But in this moment- she felt nothing but adoration from Cloud as he held her. It didn't matter if her hands were tough and bruised- none of it mattered.

Perhaps he was right- words weren't needed to express their love. She could just show him as much as he would likely show her.

"Hey," Her free hand moved up his waist- lingering across his skin as she finally made her way up to his neck and then to his cheek. Her thumb affectionately brushing up over his cheek.

"I thought you were the one saying we should just be together and not worry if we deserve it or not." Finally, she smiled. It was genuine, gentle and compassionate all at once. All words that perfectly embodied Tifa's heart.

She paused for a moment, her left thigh- the one he left unattended made it's move. Slipping around his waist and to his rear, resting atop of it to push him closer- inch him in deeper whether he wished to or not. It wasn't exactly her intent- because she still had things she wished to say and she knew as soon as he entered her fully the time for words and reason would be over.

Closing her eyes tightly to try and ignore the blissful sensations of his cock stretching out her slit, gritting her teeth for a moment to just get the words out.

"I once... hah-" She struggled through her gasps. Her body desperately needing him to fuck her, but her mind still wanting to comfort his doubts.

"I once told you that I thought crying was pointless. I thought you would agree with me back then, but you didn't. You listened to me then. Now, I'm going to listen to you. With words or not." She craned her head upwards, almost touching his lips against hers, the teasing brush would drive her a little crazy, but she still managed to speak.

"You say you want to be with me this way- and I want you too. Nothing should stop us, not anymore." Tifa closed her eyes, savoring the closeness of this moment and how she could feel every beat of his heart and rise of his chest against hers. The hand she held in his tilted slightly, but still, she kept her grip firm.

"Take me, Cloud." She leaned forwards to gently rasp her lips up against his. Unsure if she could even deepen the kiss, finally succumbing to his body she parted the kiss as she laid herself back down on the pillow- if anything to make it easier for him to fully thrust inside of her. After the time apart, she wasn't sure how tight she would be, but with his hand in hers, she felt like she could take on anything and everything.

The pre-cum she felt dribbled onto her bare slit drove her up the wall with anctipation. How she longed for this feeling- the idea that she would be filled to the brim with his seed excited her more than he could know, and none of it was hidden. Her arousal made that very clear. If he should pull out now for whatever reason, already his cock would be glazed with her sweet juices and he was barely inside of her.

"Don't make me beg." She breathed out, leaning upwards to his neck and planting a reassuring kiss onto it. Her hips rolled up against his crotch- just anything to make the initial thrust more appealing or enticing.

 

[SoleAccord]

Cloud smiled at her retort; he wanted to stop asking for permission, but old habits were hard to break, even now. Her birth control was already taken, so he should fear nothing when it came to entering her raw. The only thing he had in mind was filling her up until she couldn't handle more. That feeling came from both his heart and his soul. Still, he wanted to tiptoe around that desire. Even with Tifa telling and showing him her feelings regarding unrestricted lovemaking, the responsible part of him continued nagging at him. 'Everything needs to be okay with her first', it pointlessly reminded him, as if all evidence didn’t point to Tifa giving him the green light.

The friction of her lips was divine, and her body’s call for him blatant. He buried the last of his worries—for good this time—and looked upon Tifa determinedly, his instinct combining protection and lust.

It wasn’t possible for him to be both protective and lustful of her until this moment; the unburden of his past failures and losses finally came full circle. It was… strange. Wanting Tifa like a man loved a woman and protecting her like a hero protected the girl of their dreams—it made him feel like the boy he hasn’t been since leaving Nibelheim all those years ago.

Awed by this realization, he was speechless up until her final kiss against his neck. Gyrating her hips, his dick inched deeper inside of her, but not enough to complete his entry. That opportunity rightfully belonged to him. Impatient as she became, she wouldn’t deny him his chance to complete them. Generous even now, small moments like this reminded him of why there wasn’t a woman alive who could take her place in his heart.

“…Actually,” he mumbled, slowly beginning to inch forward inside of her. The deeper he went, the hotter she felt; her walls were snug and comforted his painful girth, encouraging him to continue his dive. “I want to hear you beg for it anyway.”

A deep moan hummed from his throat as the final few inches were swallowed. His broiling tip kissed her cervix, then deepened until the pressure was unmistakable. Every inch, now dry of her saliva, was taken. His balls settled against her ass, bouncing back and forth while his hips rocked left and right. As truly connected to Tifa as physically possible, Cloud gave her a moment to savor each inch she squeezed tight; likewise, his satisfaction at filling her completely, making her walls work to crush him inside, also deserved a pause.

Every nerve in his dick experienced a new level of pleasure before he’d truly begun to move. Unrestrained by latex, their sensitive flesh joined this way was enough to make his balls eagerly tense. Having been so long since he’s pushed against Tifa’s cervix bare, his potent sperm churned in his balls in preparation of filling a womb. Despite being protected from his seed, the prospect of filling a womb regardless was enough to strengthen his primal urges. The meaning of the word “restraint” disappeared from his vocabulary.

“Let me hear you, Tifa.” One final request was uttered. Then…

Retreating from the depths of her pussy, Cloud grit his teeth and thrust inside with a force beyond any he’s ever delivered. The springs beneath their bodies whined in response; then again, and again, as her cervix was battered by the blunt force of his dick pushing to meet it. The heavy slap of his balls pounding against her ass was equal to the squelches of her pussy as it kept him well lubricated. He felt her juices scatter across his pubic area and run down his balls with each smack, her physical passion matching him flawlessly. Wanting her during sex wasn’t unusual, but this was far superior to the previous times he made love to her. He fucked her now because he needed to, with no thrust halfhearted or fearful as before.

This was what it was like to feel deserving of the woman you loved?

He could get used to it.

Cloud’s hand squeezed hers tight enough that his fingers were becoming numb. The sweat from his exertions returned in minutes, lubricating his entire body. Each buck of his hips provided him a moment’s worth of alleviation before the throb returned; only by repeatedly claiming Tifa did the pain vanish. If he stopped too long, her embrace wasn’t enough to soothe it. He needed to move, to make her writhe beneath him in ecstasy and pleasurable agony, to reach his orgasm and dampen this painful swelling.

He wanted to cum inside of her, yet also wanted this lovemaking to be everlasting. With so many positions to perform and so little time left to perform them, he made a mental checklist of all the things he wished to do with her before their bodies ran dry.

Without any notice, he tore his hand from hers, stopped his thrusting, and pushed her legs from his hips should one—or both—be presently wrapped. Grasping both her thighs, Cloud took advantage of Tifa’s flexibility to push them forward, until her knees comfortably faced the bed. Allowing his weight against her thighs to keep them in place, he released them to then dig beneath her body and hold her tightly, leaving no chance for her to escape. Fully at the mercy of his sexual prowess, Cloud’s dominant side could now be fully unleashed.

Burying his head inside her neck, he sucked hard on the soft flesh to leave a mark. Any doubts about Tifa’s relationship status would be a thing of the past. The next time she went to work, everyone would know that her perceived loneliness wasn’t real. It was the second-best hint nosy patrons could get that she had a man. The first would be a trail of his seed running down her leg, but as Seventh Heaven was a respectable establishment, they could never allow such a thing to happen. It was a nice fantasy, but a hickey accomplished more in the long run.

Knowing people looked at her as though she were single angered him. He allowed it to slide for too long. Tifa could wear it with pride once it formed, though having never left a mark on her like this, it might be best she hear it from him—that the days of her being flirted with were coming to an end.

Freeing her neck from his possessive mouth, he moved to her ear.

“You’re mine,” he declared with labored breaths, stating it as fact and nothing less. “And I’m never letting anyone else have you. Like this, or otherwise.”

His patient hips moved again not a second later, thrusting deeper into her. With the sacrifice of her lower body’s leverage, it enabled him to release all his frustration and pain without restriction, and he did so with reckless abandon. Like a savage monster who knew only how to fuck, Cloud’s force doubled after his declaration of Tifa’s place. With the speed and power to match his dominating words, there wasn’t a chance of reprieve for the brunette. Fucking her cervix as much as her pussy itself, the only audible sounds leaving him now were growls of satisfaction.

His body burned from this energetic exertion, but he wouldn’t allow himself to rest until they both received their dues. The springs beneath them whined louder; with every rise to reset Tifa back into the neutral position, Cloud met her hard, sending her sinking back into the mattress only to do it all over again.

Inevitably, his orgasm drew close. The already absurd girth swelled further, while his balls tensed from his nearing climax. The aggressive growls he moaned into her ear with each thrust briefly overpowered the moist clapping of their sweat-ridden bodies, adding another signal to Tifa that she at last helped him reach his limit, and it was about to be broken inside of her.

With a final roar of ecstasy signaling his climax, Cloud thrust himself against her cervix one final time. An internal explosion of cum erupted from his dick and sprayed her insides, filling as much of her womb as physically possible. The torrent was so strong and heavy that he could feel his seed leaking from her sopping pussy before it even came close to ending. She milked him well with her mouth, but her pussy was on another level.

The tension in every muscle across his body—including his hold on her—slowly relaxed at the same time. Relief, at last. As his balls emptied the last of their burden, Cloud came to two realizations while riding the high of his orgasm.

One: he wasn’t closed to being finished with her.

And two: he thought he heard a knock earlier—

Said door was lightly knocked on, prompting Cloud to sit up and sharply turn his head towards it.

“Tifa?” the voice of Denzel tiredly called on the other side of the door. “Are you okay?”

Returning his alarmed gaze to Tifa, Cloud reluctantly withdrew from her body. His cum-drenched dick slid free, soaked in a mixture of their juices. Denzel heard something, but what exactly he heard was unknown. Covered in sweat and leaking his seed, Tifa was forced into a difficult situation. They’d never had this happen before, having been careful lovers who were mindful of their adopted guest. All norms were put to the test tonight.

Nodding towards the door, Cloud quietly got up from bed and tip-toed his way to the opposite side of the door. Denzel wouldn’t likely sleep knowing that he returned, putting their lovemaking at risk of a premature conclusion. It was up to Tifa now.

 

[Mint]

To feel him burrowed inside of her at last was better than anything she ever could have imagined. It was partly due to the fact that she had been suppressing herself the entire evening. Despite Cloud doing everything to pleasure her, she didn't allow herself to really, fully enjoy the moments. It was ridiculous and she knew it, but all she could think about now was just how amazing it felt to be connected like this, no barriers, nothing.

It was just... them, how it was meant to be.

To echo his deeper groan, a much more throaty, feminine sound elicited from her maw, escaping through her lips in nothing but the sounds of pure ecstasy at last. Her walls were tight against his length, as they always were, but the time apart with little to no relief made the entrance of his cock feel that much more foreign. But it was happily welcomed after a few moments, almost as if her body remembered the sensations all over again.

His cock seemed to settle inside of her so nicely, too nicely in fact- it was driving her crazy in the few moments he just let himself adjust to it. He would be engulfed in the intense and deep heat of her arousal for him, overflowing and coating his length with her fluids. If he were to pull out now he would be dripping- and it would all be from her.

He wanted her to beg for him, well, if he didn't start moving she was going to start. Tifa had no problems making it clear she wanted him, not anymore. If he wanted her to beg- she would do it, all shame had practically left her being and all she could think about was him.

"C-cloud I..." She began to whimper, her lips failing to form words and her eyes rolling back when she felt his thick and veiny length pull out of her. Forcing her canal to experience every sensation. The little buzzes of pleasure that ran up her thighs and through her stomach was too much for mere words to be expressed at just the sensation of his cock moving out of her. She didn't fear he wouldn't return back inside of her if she could, because it was only a moment before she felt the most riveting sensation she had ever experienced in her entire life.

Nothing could compare to how it felt. The adrenahline from all the fights she's partaken in over the years, even the high of their lovemaking where she had given her virginity to him, that had always been the most special moment in her life, so she thought.

But this moment... It was making everything feel like a faded memory, like nothing else mattered except this moment.

His cock was received with a wet slap, and instantly her head flew back into the sheets, crumpling them into a tattered mess at the action. Her long black hair messily splayed out to match the insanity she was beginning to feel churning within her being. Her hands could barely hold their place in his own, and the recoil from the slam had her ass jiggle at the sheer intensity of his hips smashing up against her pelvis.

"Holy fuck!~" Tifa was not usually one to curse, she avoided it by any and all means, especially now that she had two children in the house. But nothing, nothing could be held back by the sheer veracity of the man she loved. She couldn't hide, couldn't put any filter upon how it felt.

The head of his cock teased up against the entrance of her womb, signaling to her that he was entirely inside of her- not that she needed to know that. She was so incredibly full from his girth that the breathes that escaped her were ragged and exasperated from the sheer shock of that thrust.

She could barely feel, barely comprehend anything else. Her hands went numb from how hard he was squeezing them but it was the only thing keeping her grounded to reality in that moment. Only when he let go of them did she feel the blood flow return to them, making them tingle as it did so.

Before she could really open her eyes, hazily staring at his figure above her she did a small blink before she felt him enter her once again. Nothing could be exchanged but the evocative moans leaving her mouth and the warm breathe that would litter his neck as she pulled him close in their lovemaking. But her fingers couldn't hold long upon his neck, falling back due to how overpowered she felt in this moment- it was a foreign feeling to be at the mercy of someone else, but she was beginning to like this more domineering side to her boyfriend.

"God... Oh my god I can't...." Tifa shut her eyes tightly, she could feel the immense heat pooled between her legs. Finally satisfied by the large bulbous length thrusting inside of her with intensity as her legs were raised so he could fuck her harder, faster. The want and desire only grew from there, she could hardly stand how helpless she felt. Even if she wanted him to stop for whatever reason, she wouldn't be able to make it clear. Why would she though?

Feeling his length sliding in and out of her became a rythm, one she was not able to respond to to match his, mostly due to how overwhelmed she felt in this position. The pleasure bubbling up from her core and spreading throughout her body had her writhing and squirming beneath him in pure ecstasy.

She already felt so close to her orgasm, and she didn't think it was particularly easy for her to cum either. While she hadn't really masturbated often, even with Cloud's absence, the times before... it had never felt this easy- this fast to bring her to an orgasm.

Feeling his lips on her neck she craned her head to the side, already on the verge of climax, and then she could feel the possessive want and desire of his more primal side emerging, a side she didn't even know Cloud possessed.

His heated words were more than enough to send her over the edge. That's all Tifa ever wanted to be- his. To hear it from his lips instead of her fantasy, it turned her on more than he would ever know.

Well, perhaps he would know now.

The feeling of his lips and teeth marking and biting upon her neck would go numb as her approached. She wished she could have held back a moment longer, she wanted to feel every bite and smack of his lips up against her skin as he claimed her over and over again, but unforunately her body just couldn't hold back when it came to him.

"I can't....I'm cumming!" A surge of energy swept over her, despite being in such a submissive position, she found her arms willed to life, surged by the immense love and passion she felt for him, she needed to let it be known. She had came from him, nobody else would have this claim on her, ever. She would make sure of that, it was the least she could do to honor that request he had stated in the heat of their passions.

A long and drawn out breathe escaped her lips as her hands curled upon his back. Her nails dug into his muscle, scratching downwards as if she couldn't control the spasm of her muscle, because she couldn't. Her walls tightened around his length, wishing to milk his cock of everything, she could feel that. It was mind-numbing as her hips rolled upwards to let his cock bury itself deeper inside of her. Juices spurted and coated his length, she held him there with all of her strength for all but two seconds before she fell limp, her hands sliding off his back and moving to his face. Holding it in place so she could look into his eyes as she could feel the intensity of his hips- the sound of his balls slapping up against her voluptious ass more than music to her ears.

All she could do in response was look at him with such a tenderness, a fondness. He could see it in her eyes how badly she wished for his load to finally be free to release inside of her.

But in case it wasn't clear enough.

"I want it- do it inside of me- f-finally!" Tifa completely forgot about noise level, it was impossible to. The way the bed springs squeaked and whined beneath the sheer intensity of his thrusts was too much for not only the bed, but for her sanity.

Still riding her orgasm as he mercilessly pounded away at her, she could no longer hold this position of passion. Her head flew back to where it belonged on the sheets and all she could do was writhe and breathe out his name over and over and over until she became breathless. The sheen of sweat had only gotten more prominent, every connection of their hips would have them stick together for a moment longer than it should have.

The pleasure was only magnified with her orgasm finally settling down and she could really feel the effects of his cock hammering away at her cervix. Finally she took in a deep breathe, and at the same time as he erupted his load, she let out a sound to show her pleasure at the feeling of his incredibly hot and sticky load just filling her to the brim with his passion.

Never in her life had she suspected this much cum to fill her being. She couldn't believe she was able to drive him to such a state, and for once in her life, she finally felt... completed. Her main purpose these past few years was to try and reconnect with him, to try and make him happy- to the way it was when they were young together.

She could feel his seed churning, and while it wasn't possible, Tifa could almost feel the effects of his orgasm swimming up inside of her- as if she hadn't taken that birth control medication, she would have become pregnant with his child without fail- the potency of his seed was something to note. Perhaps if she was in a more clear state of mind, she could have commented about it, but all she could do was pant like her life depended on it- because it kind of did, she needed to catch her breathe after he quite literally fucked her in the bed.

Instantly, at the same time her blonde haired lover responded, she felt her blood run cold.

"Denzel-" She whispered in horror, quickly realizing she was not exactly 'keeping her voice down' when there were children present down the hall.

Cloud seemed to read her more than well as he pulled out of her. She felt her eyelid twitch in frustration, she wanted to feel that sensation of his cock leaving her, that last trail of cum dribbling inside of her length- letting her see how much he filled her up. But she wasn't able to enjoy such a pleasantry, not when she needed to take care of the matter at hand.

Tifa got up with a start, ignoring how sore and battered her pussy was after that fucking session, there would be time to whine later.

Grabbing the thin bed spread from the bed they had wrinkled, she pushed the fabric around her massive breasts and tucked it underneath her armpits messily, if nothing else- it would serve as a cover to her bare chest should Denzel peer into the room more than she would wish.

Creaking open the door, she peered her head out instead. Denzel was young, and Tifa doubted he would be able to tell what flushed cheeks, messy hair and a warm literal glow meant, not to mention the layer of sweat adorned all over her forehead and cheeks, and her ears a lovely shade of pink from her normal porcelain complexion.

Tifa was struggling to come up with words, she had no problems talking to children normally, but in this embarrassing situation, it was hard to find the right thing to say.

"Denzel- what are you doing up?" Duh- she had likely woken him up with her incessant moaning, stupid question.

"Ah sorry, I probably woke you- I was just doing some moving. I wanted to adjust the bed and furniture in the room, I probably should have waited until morning but I couldn't help myself. I didn't mean to make so much noise." Tifa gave him a sympathetic smile, she was pulling it off- things were going-

The feeling of something hot and wet sliding down her leg had her freeze in place. Though the door would obsucre Denzel's vision from it, and the sheets that covered her front half would do the job on that... it didn't do anything to hide her backside, or the cum that was running down her thighs now as she stood.

She didn't know where Cloud was in the room as her gaze was set forward, as she adjusted her footing, her entire ass was exposed back in the room, her back arched instinctively. While not explicitly trying to turn her lover on, it would sure seem like that in her panic.

"Y-you know, it's really late. You better get back to bed, you don't want to miss Cloud returning do you?" Tifa figured some incentive would be best so he wouldn't be curious and try and peer into the room, not with her face turning redder every second. Not only was she half-exposed, but cum was running down her leg, and if she stuck out her head any further the love markings would be more than visible- but hopefully he wouldn't be able to understand that just yet.

"I promise I'll be more quiet- n-next time." She mumbled out, her lips quivering as she felt the effects of the cool air meeting her hot and swollen pussy- just begging for Cloud's cock once again. Her hands gripped the wooden frame of the door tightly as she grit her teeth, trying to resist how incredibly horny she felt- everything had to be taken care of first though, sending Denzel back to his room was the only thing she needed to focus on now, even though her body was doing everything to make it feel like that should be the last thing on her mind.

All she could do was hope that her words were enough to not incite the young boy's curiosity further from peering in, or god forbid, opening the door.

 

[SoleAccord]

Denzel’s eyes hardly adjusted from waking up just minutes ago, but there was no mistaking Tifa’s smile for anyone else’s. She was unlike any other woman in Edge, with a warmth and kindness that he tried, and often failed, to imitate. He desired to be strong, like Cloud, but couldn’t imagine himself being as welcoming as Tifa. To him, being a protector with a strong heart, and a protector with a wholesome smile, were two different things. Possessing both those traits was impossible, or at least he believed so.

His drowsiness didn’t stop him from smiling back at her, however. There wasn’t any need for him to be tough right now, and so he could be just as warm back at her without Cloud seeing it.

“It’s okay,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I was sca—erm… worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were safe before I went back to sleep. That’s when I heard you mumbling and moving around.”

Strange sounds coming from the bedroom were an occasional thing, but nothing he normally needed to concern himself with. Cloud and Tifa liked to talk privately sometimes. Grown-up stuff, he guessed, that neither himself nor Marlene could understand. It frustrated him to still be considered a child, but he lacked the heart to argue with Tifa. Everything she did, she did for them. He couldn’t hate her for doing what she believed was best, nor Cloud. But despite his understanding, there were many times where he wished he were older and stronger, so he might be able to help out more.

His ears perked up at the mere mention of Cloud, which did more to awaken him rather than lure him back into the world of sleep.

“You heard from Cloud!?” he asked, his smile forming. “So he’s coming back tomorrow!? Seriously? Marlene’s not gonna believe—”

Catching himself becoming too excited, Denzel simmered down. This was major news, and Marlene would love to know that he was returning tomorrow. However, waking her up wouldn’t make his return come any faster.

“Sorry…” He rubbed the back of his neck. His smile turned from broad to bashful. “It’s just… I’m happy he’s coming back, that’s all. And if you’re still up, you must be happy, too. I don’t know how I’ll get back to sleep now.”

~-~​

Cloud couldn’t fault Denzel for investigating noises he was far too young to comprehend, but the timing of his visit couldn’t be more inopportune. He was too alarmed by the boy’s knocking to absorb Tifa’s sexual splendor. The sight of her beneath him, taking him in, couldn’t be rivaled by the most beautiful scenery across the Planet. In the moment he came inside her, her pleasure voiced and chest rising and falling, he never felt so alive—not since making love for the first time. He wished to experience that moment again, and again, until their bodies were dry of energy.

His stamina restored over time as he rested against the wall behind Tifa, which happened to give him an impeccable view of her ass. She leaned forward as she spoke to Denzel, and seemingly welcomed him to observe her body. He assumed their urges were the same; his post-orgasm fatigue faded, and the spike in sexual adrenaline gradually returned to him when he needed it most. The Jenova cells in his body responded to his base desires.

Glancing down at his twitching manhood, Cloud watched as it return to life. The length and girth reached fullness, and the stirring in his balls suggested that he wasn’t out of love to give Tifa. There was no physical ache as an ordinary man might expect. It was as if the other orgasms didn’t happen yet, meaning that his next orgasm would feel just like his very first. The experimentation from Shinra added some benefits he never thought he’d find himself using, but he was certain that even without them, he’d be ready to give Tifa his all.

Looking back up again, he caught sight of the trail of seed escaping her swollen pussy. His eye twitched in slight annoyance at witnessing that part of him leave her. It didn’t matter that his seed wouldn’t take root inside of her. What mattered was that Tifa kept it inside of her to begin with.

He quietly advanced on Tifa as her and Denzel continued conversing, his steps slow and deliberate. Both hands gently took her by the hips, his grip strengthening over time. His swollen manhood lined up with her pussy and caught what escaped from her slit with his tip. Quietly sucking in air between his teeth, he looked from her voluptuous lower half to her concealed upper; seeing her face as he acted on his desires would have made this more of a treat, but pacifying Denzel took priority. Being a parent wasn’t easy, and he didn’t envy putting Tifa into this position, but she seemed to be on board with keeping his lust for her fueled.

She wouldn’t have positioned herself like this for any other reason, which made her just as horny for him as he was for her. Denzel’s presence only changed their positions, not their priorities.

He entered slowly to help build Tifa up for him again. Still soaking wet, he felt welcomed back inside of her, and filled the emptiness within without difficulty. Hot walls clamped down on him, massaging him the further he went, until he reached the end. A satisfied sigh—barely above a whisper—escaped him, and he froze worriedly just after, fearing that Denzel might’ve heard the sound.

Bracing for anything, Cloud held his breath as he settled inside of his girlfriend, tensing his dick to encourage her walls tighten around him. It would be irresponsible to lose control of himself here, but Tifa must’ve understood his feelings, too. He wanted to pleasure her further, make her legs shake until the only thing keeping her standing was his grip on her body. Sinking his fingers deeper into her flesh, it was all he could do not to throw caution to the wind and pump another load inside of her, one that wouldn’t escape her womb.

Drawing back his hips, he let her walls stimulate him in place of his own thrusts. Her earlier treatment of his painful erection became necessary once more. All he needed was the privacy to act; he didn’t need her mouth for his pleasure, only her full attention on him.

The grip on her hips again tightened. His hands trembled with budding excitement as he carefully bucked his hips forward, knocking against her cervix hard enough to make her rock forward again.

Again, he waited, and again Denzel didn’t seem to notice anything.

What could they be talking about at this hour, he wondered?

He leaned forward and rested his chest on Tifa’s back, irritated by the cloth preventing their full-body connection, and listened in, keeping himself as buried deep inside of her as physically possible.

“I’ll try to sleep again, for you,” the boy muttered, “but before I go back to sleep... Tifa, can I ask you a question?”

It was in Tifa’s nature to be someone’s shoulder to lean on, even if there was no benefit to herself. Cloud didn’t have to guess if Tifa would agree. She wouldn’t deny anyone her ear, especially not Denzel or Marlene.

His body ached for release, and his cock pulsated strongly to emulate those feelings to Tifa. But, refuting the needs of his body and placing Denzel first, Cloud managed to resist what he desired most. The boy needed Tifa more than himself, and he wouldn’t come between that.

The strong grasp on her hips begun to relax.

~-~​

“When will I know I’m strong enough to help Cloud?” Denzel asked, maintaining eye contact. “I want to do more for all of us. I know I could get stronger if he gave me the chance, but he won’t take me with him on the delivery runs.”

The hands at his sides became fists. That sleepy expression he wore shifted into a determined one, causing him to resemble the man he wanted desperately to become.

“He told me we all have important jobs, and mine is to protect Marlene while everyone is away. But it isn’t enough for me. I want to protect everyone, so when another meteor shows up, I’ll just destroy it and save the world, so you guys won’t need to bother leaving.”

Cloud never told him much about their past lives. All he knew for sure was that they fought together with many people—some of which didn’t get to come back with them—and helped the world survive. The true nature behind the Lifestream saving the Planet from Meteor remained a mystery to everyone, himself included, but Cloud and Tifa both thought fondly about that event. It wasn’t the horror or hopelessness that they dwelled on, he realized. The Planet was saved by someone else, but he never learned who it was that did it. Only that Cloud and Tifa helped make it possible.

They both had the strength to help save the world. But in their place, who would defend the Planet the next time bad people, like Shinra, hurt the Planet?

“When he comes back tomorrow… could you…” His determination faltered, fearing her answer. “Could you just… ask him to take me along next time, so I can prove to him that I can be strong, too?”

It was hard playing protector when he didn’t feel that strong to begin with, not when compared to the ones that took care of him. He wasn’t strong enough to hold Cloud’s swords, but he wanted to practice swinging them anyway. All he wanted was to be like him.

“And if you don’t want to do that, then could you at least take Marlene to the bar to help you sometime?” For Marlene’s sake, that determined look in his eye returned. “She wants to help, too. I just want to become stronger so that she won’t have to. She can have a regular life wherever she wants, but I’ll always come back to save her when she needs me most. It’s important to me.”

Just then, the grip on Tifa’s hips returned, strong as before.

Cloud couldn’t see it on Denzel’s face, but the tone itself told him just as much as his words did.

Becoming stronger to protect someone important to you… Tifa must’ve known how familiar this all was. Only she could respond to this directly.

Against his body’s desire, Cloud was prepared to pull away from Tifa should she believe this demanded her complete attention. Were this the other way around, he’d have forced himself to stop, too. Some subjects couldn’t be glossed over no matter how much they desired each other.

 

[Mint]

In hind sight- perhaps mentioning Cloud to the passionate young man wasn't the best decision. To be fair, it was difficult for her to think in such a position. It was hardly an ideal spot to be in, just coming down from the high of the best orgasm of her life- right after she and Cloud had finally connected the way she wanted to. It was just... not a good time for this talk.

Despite that, Tifa held no frustration towards Denzel at the door. His intentions were good- and clearly he had a lot on his mind. Only Tifa Lockhart- despite the situation she was thrown into, could make light out of this situation.

Ignoring her own urges, she listened as intently as she could, if nothing else to show him the respect he deserved. He may be a child, but children were very impressionable at the age he was at- at least, that's how she was. When Cloud had left to become a SOLDIER, she was around the same age as Denzel when he left. She had never expected his leaving to have such a long lasting impact on her. So she empathized with Denzel's excitement with Cloud returning. These days- his delivery buisness took him off longer than everyone in the family cared to admit.

While Tifa had a tearful confession and a more than satisfying reassurance that everything he did was for them- Denzel didn't have that luxury just yet. Since Cloud was technically 'not here', she had to be his shoulder to listen, and she would.

"I am... I really am happy he's coming back." Tifa spoke, trying to pretend the one she longed for so desperately wasn't right behind her. At first she thought his touch was innocent- a reassuring pat on her back and then... her ass.

Oh god.

Cloud wouldn't just 'casually' touch her ass to reassure her that he was here, it didn't take a genius to recognize what he was going to do. She grit her teeth a bit in frustration- perhaps she couldn't be annoyed at the action because her body so desperately craved him, but it was just going to be that much harder to talk this out with Denzel.

She was stuck. Tifa was far too kind-hearted for her own good to be put in this situation. On one hand she wanted to give Denzel her attention- apologize for waking him, reassure him that Cloud would return as promised. But on the other side of things, she needed to tend to her lover. If he was worked up this badly to need to take her like this, she was going to oblidge in the best way she can.

Feeling a bead of sweat roll down her cheek when his bulbous head teased up against her slit she inhaled as softly and as subtly as she could. The nerves in her body were sending sensations up and down her arms and legs at the simple action of it. Sweet juices of her arousal for him dribbled out of her swollen cunt, coating his cock head genorously.

She made the misake of starting a sentence when he entered her.

"Yes he should for sure be back tom-ORROW!~" Her voice went unnaturally high and strained as he entered her, as if the convulse of her vocal chords was utterly manipulated by his cock piercing her walls.

She wanted desperately to gasp for breathe at such an overwhelming and much needed sensation. The heat that had pooled between her legs was starting to become unbearable without him inside of her. She knew that this situation would be far better off if they had just been a little more patient, but just feeling his want and desire for her... It just made sense they had to do it like this, so she convinced herself.

"S-sorry, I just uh, felt a chill." Tifa tried to play off her voice breaking as such. The obvious choice would have been to say she stubbed her toe or something, but that might have prompted the young boy to open the door to check on her. Then he would be met with the sight of something he was far too young to witness.

Thankfully her excuse seemed to work as Denzel didn't even seem to notice.

All the while, Tifa was nibbling on her lower lip, trying her hardest not to mewl- to moan at the movement of him slowly but surely penetrating up her folds. Using all of her strength to not let her eyes roll back in sheer ecstasy when his cock head eased up against her womb. The birth control she took would prevent any children from being born and silently and secretly, she wished she didn't take it, but she wouldn't admit that to him just yet.

Just letting him ease himself into her, it was a fair compromise she supposed. But just in case he got any ideas...

Tifa used her masterful techniques of her martial arts she studied so rigorously to do something she'd never thought she'd had to do in her life. Thigh exercises were always an important part of her core- using her skills, all of a sudden Cloud would feel an incredible tightness pulsating from her walls. As if she had to ability to manipulate even her vaginal canal- which she did with this. It would seem her expertise in holds and grabs applied to herself in more ways than one, she truly was a master at this craft and in turn, he wouldn't be able to move more than a few inches in or out of her as she concentrated her chi downwards.

It was a compromise. She wanted him inside her badly- and she knew he wanted to be there as well. But she could not afford him giving her the pleasure he had bestowed upon her just minutes prior- not when she still had a conversation with Denzel.

The lower half of her body worked hard to keep him under control, her voluptuous ass easing up against his crotch- hoping that would satiate and satisfy him a bit more. Just because she had to use this technique against him, she didn't want him thinking she wanted him to stop. She loved him so much... But right now he needed to be patient, she hoped he could gather that.

It seemed to be the case, she felt him rest his chest up against her now arched back and took in another deep breathe. She could feel his frustration and she understood it all too well. With her hand that was hidden behind the door, she snaked it up his arm and cupped his cheek- showing her affection for him in whatever way she could. He had no idea what his cock inside of her was doing- how difficult this was making it, and yet- she just wanted to shower him with love in any way possible.

"I don't think anybody really knows when they're strong enough Denzel. I know I didn't and I know Cloud didn't either." Tifa answered as truthfully as she could. She wished she could tell Denzel that there was this sign or symbol that indicated whether or not you were ready to undertake a certain task or not- but that's just not how this life worked out.

Otherwise, she was sure that if there really was some sort of 'sign', the universe would have never let him leave her- even for his job. She couldn't handle it before, but she just had to push through.

"Cloud just wants you to have a normal life too- like how you want it for Marlene. I know it's.. difficult when we are put in situations-" Briefly, her eyes flickered back to the man behind her, still capturing his cock tightly in her sopping wet slit. He wouldn't see her look, but he might have guessed how it would appear, before she turned back forwards.

"-that make us question our place in the world- wondering if we can do more for the people we love." Tifa didn't mean to get all personal and perhaps a bit philosophical on him, again, it was just really hard for her to find the right words when the man she loved so dearly was pulsating inside of her.

"Believe it or not, I understand how you feel-" A grip on her waist made her shake her head in correction, "I get the feeling Cloud does too." She added. If his movements indicated anything, she knew how he was feeling without even needing to be told otherwise. Denzel's position right now... It reminded her so much of herself and Cloud. Wanting to do more for the world- but everyone would write them off as children with big dreams but little to offer.

"I know Cloud thinks you're strong. Why else would he entrust you to look after Marlene?" Tifa paused, she knew that probably wasn't what he wanted to hear- and with maturity and time she knew he would come to understand why they both were hesitant to get him out working at such a young age. But his determination inspired her, seeing much of Cloud in him- he really was taking up after him. Cloud's conviction inspired her- and she had a feeling that Denzel would do the same for Marlene and whoever else he might cross paths with in the future.

"But... I understand your frustrations... that you and Marlene want to help out more. I just- we just want you to be safe, you know that's why we are hesitant." Tifa refrained from adding on more. The people she had lost in their fight against Shinra was almost unbearable to recall. She had been able to push through because she had the support of Cloud and the rest of the group, but if she lost Denzel or Marlene- she truly couldn't bear it. Yet, she still wanted to honor his request- and at least have a serious talk with Cloud about this.

"I can see how much this matters to you, and I'll talk to him, you have my word. But just know, even if he says no- it's not because he thinks you're not strong enough. I just want you to know and understand that." Tifa gently outstretched her hand- the one that was holding onto the doorframe for dear life- she now had to rely solely on Cloud to keep her upright. Releasing her tension that she had manifested between his thighs, his cock might finally be able to breathe- and she hoped he had the sense not to start fucking her now that she had released him- not when she needed to send Denzel off first.

Grunting lightly in her throat- she hoped the action would go unnoticed by the young boy in front of her as she leaned forwards and affectionately brushed her fingers through his hair and gently cupped his cheek, before returning back to the doorframe.

As if miraculously held in place by her lover- without his support she would have surely tipped over and fallen- the sheet would have easily fallen off to reveal her naked form if that happened. But no such thing happened, Cloud had her back- even in a time like this.

"I'll try and be more quiet, but you need to rest now, it's really late." Tifa gave him a more stern look- she knew she could be overly affectionate with children but she couldn't help it. Never did she talk down to them as if they couldn't understand the more complex emotions of being an adult, but there came times when she needed to tell them something- and they needed to listen. Though this was as gentle as she could possibly muster it.

Her patience was a god-send. Perhaps another in her position would have lost their mind already. So incredibly horny with need and lust for her lover who she had missed dearly, yet she managed an entire conversation without giving anything away.

Creaking the door closed slightly- not slamming it in case Denzel had more to say, but it would take a secondary priority to the needs of her lover from now on.

Curling her toes onto the wooden floor, she firmly planted herself on the ground. Her wonderous ass spread out just perfectly for Cloud- should he be looking there. She eased herself out of him slowly, holding back curses of ecstasy feeling those veins run along her slick walls and the absent feeling of his cock head pressing up against her womb- that just wouldn't do.

Before she could pull him out all the way- which it seemed like she was doing. She rammed herself back down his length before he could likely comprehend it. It made a tight clapping sound, and Tifa closed the door at the exact same time it happened so Denzel would have no idea about the sound correlation.

"You didn't make that easy," Tifa grumbled, finally letting her frustrations out. Gasping for breathe as she let the sheet fall to the floor, exposing her curvaceous and arched back for him. Tossing her long black hair over her shoulder expertly, she placed her hands on the door.

She was fully submitting herself to him- if he wished to take her like this. Clearly he couldn't wait and at this point, neither could she.

"But I wouldn't have wanted you to leave me for even a second. Take me now Cloud, I need you." Tifa's words were short and simple- but they would perfectly convey her utter desperation for him. Her head tilted to the side- eyeing him from the corner of her eyes, hoping he was just as desperate for her as she was for him.

 

[SoleAccord]

Denzel thought nothing of Tifa’s outburst. He was the reason she wasn’t warm in bed, and the nights did get cold as summer moved into autumn. The covers around her were snug, but nothing beat the warmth you could share with someone you cared for. With Marlene sharing his bed, chills weren’t an issue for him. But because Cloud was still absent, Tifa would need more time to warm up again after this. His thankfulness for her time speaking to him couldn’t be greater.

He wanted to be reassured by Tifa’s words yet couldn’t shake the feeling that he could do more for them. Being a kid was nice, but so was helping the grownups building Edge into a city they could all be proud of. Cloud and Tifa worked hard for them. He understood why they wanted him to be carefree, which didn’t make his frustration any easier. If he couldn’t fight, then learning under Cloud would be useless. Marlene didn’t need a weak protector, and he couldn’t find the power to watch over her by sitting around like this.

A normal life sounded boring. He sought an extraordinary one—a blade on his back and friends he could count on, like the two adults he looked up to, working to protect Edge.

But to not know when he would be strong enough to join Cloud bothered him, and that couldn’t be helped. If what Tifa said was true, that they didn’t know when they would be strong enough, then maybe waiting really was all he could do for right now. That didn’t satisfy him either.

“We’d be safer with you,” Denzel protested. “I could learn from Cloud if I were with him, and Marlene could learn more if she were with you. Then that way, we could be strong together, couldn’t we?”

His words affected her just enough to swear she would talk to Cloud about involving him on errands. A tired, beaming smile was given to Tifa. All he desired was an opportunity to prove himself to Cloud—to show him that he wasn’t just some kid who couldn’t help out more. It wasn’t a guaranteed success, but it was a lot better than refusing him outright.

“I’ll…” He hesitated, unable to promise that a no wouldn’t disappoint him. “I’ll try to understand. I will.”

Continuing to hope that Tifa would work her magic powers on Cloud, the boy leaned into Tifa’s outstretched hand. He wanted to return her affection with a hug but decided instead to place his hand over hers and nuzzle into it, mimicking previous times Cloud did the same.

“Okay,” the boy said with a nod. “Goodnight Tifa.”

The door closed without further fuss. Denzel turned and walked back to his room with anxious excitement. Should Tifa keep her word—and she always did—then Cloud might understand.

~-~​

Cloud knew conflict well, but never like this. Tifa made resistance all but impossible, and the maddening tightness of her cunt nearly broke his composure entirely. If not for her muscle control overpowering his needy member, the illusion they attempted to provide would have shattered completely. To be this tempted to destroy it and claim her again, to fill her with his seed and soak her inner walls with his essence, made for a difficult fight. It was in Tifa’s nature to forgive him for mistakes, but one such as that would expose herself to Denzel and introduce mature themes he was far too young to comprehend.

The boy needed the talk someday. What he didn’t need was a demonstration.

Bound by her walls, all he could do was listen. He offered her an affectionate gaze when able to encourage the discussion. The moment she reached back to cup his cheek and speak kindly of him, he nuzzled against it, but could do little else. Tifa’s balance depended on his grasp. Removing even one hand at that moment was much too risky, which she may have understood. If she desired further proof that his affection for her was mutual, she need only feel the pulsing of his cock deep inside of her, with a slight nudge against her cervix when he could manage it.

His appetite for her body raged. So too did his curiosity to learn more about Denzel’s plight, a matter which Tifa did well to address in his place. Protecting Marlene wasn’t a job for just anyone. It was intended to let the boy prove that he could be responsible for her when the adults were away, a task he succeeded in each time. It didn’t feel the same as wielding a blade or punching a foe into submission, but it was vital. Without Denzel, they would both worry endlessly about Marlene. A bar was no place for a little girl—their AVALANCHE days excluded. The open road wrought with dangerous creatures even less so.

Her balance was maintained when she reached over to comfort Denzel, partly because of his hands and partly because he lodged himself inside of her. Giving her an appreciative squeeze on her hips, Cloud retained his composure just a little longer. The conversation was slowing to a crawl; while Denzel didn’t sound too sure about the future answer he’d receive, he wasn’t upset enough to argue further. Her word was all she had to give, and that would have to be enough.

The youth wished her a good night, prompting Tifa to begin closing the door. As she leaned forward to carefully do so, Cloud felt her inner walls relax, then felt himself beginning to escape her depths. He enabled her to do so without complaint, even going as far as to remove his chest from her clothed back so she could freely maneuver. Forced to bite back his protest, he peered down to see the smooth curvature of her exposed ass. Pulling Tifa back to him crossed his mind, and he wouldn’t have done so quietly.

More of his slick length became exposed as the door closed only to become swallowed up again, the closing of the door managing to mask a satisfying smacking of moist flesh between the two.

“Ughn!” Cloud grunted through gritted teeth, the horror of his exposure settling in right after. He tore his gaze from Tifa’s ass, silenced the instinct telling him to claim her, and listened for another disturbance. The sounds of small footsteps walking off were all that was heard. When they vanished, he could breathe again.

“If you saw the view I had, you wouldn’t blame me,” he replied, grabbing the sheet shielding her body.

Loosening the sheet with her help, he tore it from her with a single, smooth yank, then threw it onto their bed. That same hand returned to her chest to cup at her right breast; his left hand rose from her hip and did the same with her left, leaving his pelvis to keep himself inside her.

Kneading each one with fervor, he expertly shuffled them between his hands. He was well aware that her breasts were incredible. Despite that fact, his attention to them was never great. So much of Tifa begged to be explored, to be kissed and rubbed, that her breasts were never toyed with—never quite like this.

He tweaked her pert nipples between his fingers and lightly tugged them, wanting them as hard and desperate as his cock. They grew cold without his touch; it gave him pride to be the one to make her temperature rise and make her breasts desire more than what this position allowed.

Her positioning slowly changed into one of submission. She bent forward, her hands braced on the door; his hands released her breasts and slid down her bare body as a result. Tracing lines from her ripe breasts all the way towards her navel, he let his left hand remain over her stomach, while the right slithered towards her swollen clit.

“I know,” Cloud acknowledged quietly, resting his gaze on her eyes. His cock pulsated more, fighting against her clenching walls.

He gave her drenched folds a top-to-bottom rub, and as he rose again his fingers rest against her clit. An agonizingly slow clockwise motion on the sensitive nub started, gradually rising in speed and firmness. Wanting to witness her body start to shiver and weaken from his touch, the gnawing urge to fuck her grew with each stir of his fingers. In time, other than the heaving of his chest from his rising heartrate, only the sound of his slick fingers playing with her would disturb the tense silence of their bedroom.

The tender motions of his hands ceased once he was confident that Tifa couldn’t bear more. To push her to climax without fucking her would frustrate her further, he was certain of it. But experiencing her at her most submissive, unable to fight fire with fire, empowered him like nothing else did. It wouldn’t be the easiest thing in the world to explain to her, but if he were to compare it, it would be like tasting her pussy all over again. He couldn’t get enough of seeing her struggle to keep her sanity. It was becoming an addiction they could both benefit from.

“I know the risks, but… don’t hold back,” he pleaded softly. “I need to hear your voice.”

The risk of Denzel and Marlene investigating remained; it was his hope that Denzel continued to believe Tifa’s excuse for just several minutes more, and Marlene continued to be a heavier sleeper than her counterpart. He looked selfish and irresponsible for making such a request—he accepted her ire if so—but he couldn’t continue this quietly. Tonight was an end to all his nightmares. He carried the spade, but Tifa gave him the strength to use it.

Whether Tifa agreed or not, Cloud would take her by the hips and grip them tight. He withdrew with a start before bucking into her with a force that might thrust her face into the door were she not prepared for his power. A ringing clap between their bodies was created, unmistaken as anything other than two lovers strengthening their bond with more than just words and promises. It was the beginning of a song their bodies would make while they danced as one.

With a combined power and speed unlike any he’s used on her before, Tifa’s strength from top to bottom would be tested. Motivated by their mutual pleasure, Cloud fucked her without pause. There wasn’t any apology from his lips if his cock battered her cervix too strongly, nor if she was struggling to keep her legs from giving out. The flesh of her ass would ripple with each thrust and upon resetting would ripple again; he could only imagine how wildly her breasts were bouncing from his overzealous treatment.

His hips begun burning after some time, yet he couldn’t bring himself to surrender to the brimming ache. The perspiration escaping from his pores went from miniscule to plentiful, and the grunting in his throat turned from pleasurable to dominant. Never in the history of this relationship had he lost control like this. Tifa’s trained body could endure his power even when an ordinary woman might’ve fallen to her knees from soreness by now; a weakness in the legs and thighs, or a pleasure unlike any they’ve ever felt could bring about a sudden pause. Even so, his love held on for dear life and wasn’t going to give in to weakness—not yet at least.

Sweat fell from his brow and onto his rising chest, struggling to choose between breathing and giving Tifa all he had to give. The song they made was beautiful; he could make love to Tifa for eternity and never grow tired of her labored breaths and naughty tones. But neither could last much longer like this. Their bodies would eventually give out, and not even her martial arts training and Shinra’s experimentations could save them from it. The moment their bodies could no longer fight their release, he wanted to be as close to her as he possibly could. The floor wasn’t the place for his love to fill her.

Try as he did to reach his climax with her, the eventual rise over the peak wasn't occurring. His lust boiled and threatened to overflow, but that was all. He never reached the cusp of this when on any other day he'd have shot Tifa full by now. Was he not fast enough? Was she not tight enough? Impossible. These were the prime conditions for a creampie he desperately wished to give her, but instead of finding release all he was becoming was... harder, if that were somehow possible. The confusion of this wore on him faster than his exhausted muscles. A frustrated scoff escaped him over his pants for air. She felt amazing, yet no matter how much effort he placed into giving her his seed, it only resulted in added frustration.

Driving himself deep inside one final time, Cloud filled his lungs with as much humid oxygen as he could, held it inside, and at last exhaled. Temporary relief blessed his throbbing hip muscles, with beads of sweat falling from his face and hitting Tifa’s butt and lower waist. Completely drenched with sweat, he took just a moment to recover his strength before freeing her right hip. He stretched forward, sliding his moist hand across the smooth surface of her bare stomach until the tips of his fingers tapped her left breast, then slid over it. He groped it firmly, rolling the hanging flesh in the palms of his hands while letting their bodies recuperate after what felt like a marathon.

“Come to me,” he begged exhaustedly, pressing her breast against her chest to emphasize his meaning.

She understood, and despite any exhaustion managed to raise her body from the door and collapse against him. The hand at her hip slithered across her waist, both hands now keeping her body tight against him. He rotated with her, allowing his back to rest against the abused door.

He never came. It wasn’t that he didn’t wish to; he gave her all he had, but no matter how heavenly her pussy felt wrapped around his member, he couldn’t empty his load. Something was missing, and he had but one guess as to why that was.

His cock continued throbbing, lively as always. This recovery time was largely for her, but with this brief period of silence he was allowed to put more effort into thinking instead of simply fucking her until her legs gave out. No longer driven by animalistic lust, a mental step back was taken. He evaluated himself, deducing already that Tifa was not the issue. His body’s performance also wasn’t the problem—if anything he’s never performed better in bed for her.

What made the previous sessions work when this one didn’t?

It dawned on him not a moment after asking that question.

“I couldn’t cum without seeing your face,” he answered aloud, believing it to make the most sense. Tifa never failed to get him off when fucking her from behind, but tonight wasn’t like any other. “Tifa… if this is the last one for tonight, then I want to do it by looking into your eyes. Anything less would be a waste.”

Asking her to moan and beg and exclaim her feelings about him while he worked her wouldn’t be a waste. It drove him to fuck her relentlessly. Give her all the passion and frustration he stored since the last time they embraced. She exhausted him in ways no monsters could. A good night’s sleep after all his expended energy was almost guaranteed, but emptying his seed still needed taking care of. Providing her its warmth in her womb would be one of his final acts for the evening.

Hunching his head forward, he bent towards her left shoulder and pecked it with his lips. Her skin was lightly suckled as he retracted, the taste of her sweat dousing his dry tongue.

“Maybe I’m imagining it, but I think your butt’s gotten bigger,” he added jokingly, cocking his head towards her face. “Your meals went in the right places. I approve.”

He bounced her breast in hand before releasing it, allowing for both hands to wrap around her waist so he might keep her closer.

“Tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll let go. No sooner.” Cloud closed his eyes and rested his head beside hers. His lungs didn’t beg for air any longer, and his muscles didn’t scream as loudly as they did before. The swell inside of her, however, didn’t subside.

Unknown to the blonde, his cock’s continual pulsating wasn’t simply because Tifa kept him hard within. It expanded, little by little, adding to the already extraordinary length and girth he possessed. Both a quarter of an inch larger and wider, a heavy flow of precum started filling her to make room for the load still to come, some of which started to escape between their joined sexes and trickle down his drenched balls.

 

[Mint]

Tifa was glad at least, that her little plan to hold him in place was successful. Cloud wasn't actively fighting against her to keep fucking her, which would have made the conversation she had with Denzel rather impossible. She was glad at least, to give the boy some hope it nothing else. He needed to know more than anything that his efforts would be valued and realized. No matter how horny she was for her lover- that would have to just wait a bit longer.

Thankfully, Cloud didn't seem to be interested in this whole 'waiting' thing either. The interuption didn't do as she feared- he was still as hard as ever. Throbbing tenderly inside of her sopping slit, now that her senses had returned from her hyper-focus down on her thighs, she could really feel just how much she needed this. Just a few moments before Denzel interrupted them had possibly been the most pleasure she had ever felt in her life. It wasn't because he fucked her like it was their last day on the planet- well... perhaps it was partly that. But it was how much want she could feel, how much desire she could feel in every pump of his cock inside of her. She knew Cloud had his own issues that even she couldn't help with- it bothered her that she couldn't, but she just had to accept that depression couldn't be cured- it could be tamed.

After tonight, Tifa was going to do everything to make him feel like the most valued man in the world. He had certainly made her feel more than special, and it was about time to return the favor.

In their current position, she could only offer her behind to him. He wouldn't be able to see the look on her face, the way she nibbled on her lower lip with anticipation. Her dripping slit coating the head of his cock in her copious fluid, dripping down his length- as if her body was begging for entry.

"God... Cloud, stop teasing me. This is too much," Tifa breathed out, her neck craning forwards. Her hips shifting against his fingers- as if her entire body convulsed and reacted to the stir of his fingers brushing up against her swollen and needy entrance. Her words seemed to fall deaf to his ears, if anything- he teased her more, and this drove her mad.

Quivering and shaking like she was the last twig on a feeble tree in the middle of a storm- it was the only way she could possibly react. His hand pinching up against her breast- she had to admit she wasn't used to such a sensation. Cloud had always treated her body well when they were together before. Yet, she couldn't get over the fact that he was touching this part of her. She knew a part of him would always prefer her ass- but the way he was touching her chest and squeezing it like it was the only thing that mattered, she had never felt his adoration quite as much as she did now.

She wouldn't last long at this rate, not long at all. She had to do something- but what could she possibly do? With her hands- her palms up against the wooden frame of the door. Her back arched, her ass stuck out, leaving her in a rather submissive and vulnearbale position. One she wouldn't show off to just anyone, the years had hardened the woman, but she felt like she could trust Cloud with more than her own life, if that was even possible. Now under the firm grip of his hand, his fingers. The brief lingering thought to grab his hand- force him to stop, crossed her mind. But why would she want to stop such pleasure. It was all for her, and it annoyed her to no end she couldn't pleasure him back.

The mere thought of cumming just from his fingers frustrated her. She was supposed to be making him feel good. She felt selfish for letting herself just writhe and moan against his fingers, as softly as she could of course. It wasn't a competition- she didn't want to hold back her sounds for him. The worry of waking up Denzel or Marlene again was prompting her to keep as much as she could inside, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"C-cloud..." She whimpered out breathlessly. How was she supposed to keep it down when he was stirring his fingers inside of her, pleasuring her breasts- just being the most attentive lover she could possibly fathom him being.

"D-don't... we can't risk it, don't make me-" Tifa inhaled her breathe sharply. Despite her words telling him no, her body screamed yes. The wet arousal that instantly seemed to seep out from her sopping slit spurting out of her like a bottle of sparkling fluid that hadn't been closed properly.

The woman could do nothing but writhe and furrow her eyebrows for a moment. Sweat dripped down her forehead and to her chin as her luscious lips quivered. Her back arched perfectly now, he gripped at her hips and when he thrust forwards- the sound of their bodies pressing together was only second to the sound in her throat.

"Fuck! Oh my fucking god- Cloud!~" Tifa was never one to curse. She didn't enjoy using language that was considered vulgar in any situation, it was just a quality about the sweet woman that almost everyone knew. But right here, right now, he had reduced her to something she couldn't quite describe. The intensity of his hips moving in and out of her was somehow more stimulating than any other time before- just what was happening to her?!

Her voice wasn't quiet either- as if she was giving in to the temptation. His words that he wished for her sounds to fill the room- perhaps the hallway was granted. Tifa tightened the muscles in her neck to keep her head from flying all over the place. Bracing herself against the wall in an attempt to stop her body from giving out against her lover's passionate yet vigorous movements. Any other woman would have long since fallen- collapsed on the ground. But due to her perserivierence to see this through, she stood her ground. The pleasure he brought her with every slick movement of his cock pulsating and exiting her entrance, it was a miracle how Denzel and Marlene weren't awoken. Because truly, even if she wanted too- she couldn't hold back her voice.

Whimpering in her throat, she bit down on her lower lip so hard that the area around it turned white. Her hips were eager to meet his, despite how hard she was being fucked, she needed him to know that she wanted this- loved every second of being with him in this way. She couldn't keep it up however, he was moving so fervently that it proved much to difficult to meet him halfway, but it was so like Tifa to try. To ease his burden in any way- even in something like this, was just how she was and always going to be. Considering having to thrust into her 'a burden' to receive the pleasure she so wanted him to have, not now, but always.

"C-cloud... I...I- I can't..." Tifa shut her eyes at the assault of his cock- seemingly going faster as her walls began to swell up and tighten against his length. She hadn't even realized a climax approaching her. The feeling of being battered up against the wall was too much for the woman to really comprehend too much at once. Heat began to pool up as it did before between her legs. Only relieved by the heavenly sensation of his throbbing member massaging at her folds. Making the inevitable climax hit her hard.

Pure ecstasy would be written on her face, though he wouldn't get to see it. She gasped and sputtered- and even if the obvious tightening around his cock didn't give it away, her voice- or perhaps the lack of comprehension that could be found within her voice at this moment would make it clear- she had cum once again from him.

If she was sweaty before, after an intense climax like that- she would be just as drenched as the lover behind her. It was a miracle she could still feel him pushing himself deeper inside of her. The sounds of his balls slapping up against her voloptious ass didn't stop or slow down despite her walls tightening up against his length. He was still pushing through, and if Tifa wasn't out of breathe she would have gasped.

Cloud had always been a wonderful lover- not that she had a comparison, he was her one and only. But being a bartender often meant you heard about other people's love lives. When people in their drunken states often revealed information that was better left for the privacy of their rooms. Women on numerous occasions would mention or whine about how their men would only last a few minutes- especially in a position like this. Tifa wouldn't care if Cloud only lasted a few minutes, his pleasure was valued above her own, but obviously that wasn't the case here.

He still thrust into her with so much need, that she felt her eyes watering. This was all she ever wanted from him. To feel like he truly wanted her... he really loved her, didn't he? She had told him so many times, and now- only now did she realize he didn't need to vocalize this to her, she could feel it, feel everything he was giving her. A tear dripped down her cheek, despite the battering she was receiving from behind, she couldn't help but shed a tear at how much relief was swelling through her body. Perhaps she had just lost her mind from that orgasm as well, it would be impossible to tell.

Only when her breathing returned to normal did she hear him. Her his voice, or the strained sounds of him. Instantly she could tell something was wrong, and she was tempted to pull herself off of him just to find out what was causing such a frustrated sound. She was more than willing to get off the high of her orgasm if something wasn't right with him.

"Are you... are you alright?" Tifa spoke with pants- not quite realizing how exhausted she was. Letting her hands slide down the wooden frame of the door, tilting her head to the side. Her long black hair sticking to her figure due to the amount of perspiration on her body, at least more than usual. It would seem her wore her out far better than any monster or foe they encountered on their quest.

A shiver was felt throughout her entire body as his hand slid up her stomach and cupped at her breast. He wanted her to come to him- and she didn't hesitate for a second to process what that meant. All that mattered was that he needed her, and she was going to be there for him.

Tifa swiftly rotated along his hand, using him as her pillar- as always. Their position changed as he rested his back where she had tried so hard to not collapse against with her hands facing forwards. Now she could finally look upon him. Her reddish colored eyes seemed to soften as her gaze met his. He was glistening in the moonlight that shone in faintly through the window. To some, they may find the idea of sweat unappealing, but to Tifa- seeing how hard he had worked, how hard they had worked together... It made her eyes close gently as she leaned in closer to him. Wanting to be near him more intimately- wondering what she could do to make this more pleasurable for him, let him know how much every second he spent with her was all she needed out of this life.

Her eyes began to water once again when he stated what she suspected. Her heart swelled in her chest for him, and only him. Tifa prepared to grab a hold of him when he kissed at shoulders, making her let out a small fluttering breathe against his hair. Letting her fingers move up his neck and to the back of his head before letting him return back to eye level. Just the action alone, the sheer intimacy of their position- if she wasn't so spent right now she would have tried to let him know how much she enjoyed this.

But he waited, waited for her to catch her breathe.

"I didn't want to say anything but... I really wanted to see your face too. I always do, It sounds... really corny... but if I had to pick only one thing to see- always and forever, it would be you." Tifa slid her hands down to his neck and held him there so she could gaze into his eyes once again. They had always enchanted her, she knew it was an effect of the Mako that made them so gorgeous, but even before that- when they were kids, she was always drawn to him.

He was perfect, how could she let him know that without words. Words were important yes, but she wanted her actions to speak louder than them- like he was able to do for her.

Before she could come up with some romantic and cheesy line- his comment about her butt made her snort out a smile.

"Oh my god, is that what you noticed when you first saw me again? I didn't realize you were such a pervert." Lies, all lies- she knew her ass was to die for and Cloud was just expressing his love for that part of her body. He had made her feel worshipped far better than any of the men who slobbered over her in this town could ever. She would eat more if it meant her already otherworldly ass could get larger- more plump and perfect for him. He would be able to see the affection laced in her eyes even if she didn't speak on it directly.

Shuddering as he grabbed at her breasts- truly she wasn't used to the stimulation that they brought. She had a large set that often made day to day activities a bit more difficult, but having him touch her like this- made it all worth it.

"Right... When I'm ready." She sighed as he grabbed her, pulling her into an embrace. This close, she could feel everything. The warmth of his body, the feeling of their sweat conjoining- making them stick together. The sound of his breathe up against her ear, and the scent of his body calming her, making her want him.

How could she tell him... How could she tell him she would never be 'ready', never be ready to let him go.

Her heart rate slowly dwindled, being held in his arms like this made her feel serene. She pulled back for a moment to look into his eyes, and gently she moved her forehead against his. Her long eye-lashes fluttering slowly as she could feel his warm breathe up against her lips, it made her mouth water.

She moved herself forward and placed a gentle and chaste kiss upon his lips, her eyes closing fully for the second she held herself there. Taking in a deep inhale of his scent and kissing up against his cheek, and then to his neck. Arching her back against him, letting her breasts squish up against his chest. Her nipples still fully erect- he would be able to feel them up against his skin as he held her. The night air always seemed to bring a chill, but now- she felt no such thing. Only the warmth of his arms holding her tightly.

"I don't tell you enough." Tifa slid her hand up his cheek- it was covered in his sweat, and she wouldn't have wanted it any other way as she did it. Curling her fingers into his soft blonde hair she brushed his hair back so she could kiss at his forehead, the salty taste of his skin addicted her, and she felt another coat of arousal form around her slit. His cock hadn't fully exited her, and she felt her desire return as soon as she caught her breathe, now she was just holding out the moment as long as she could just to have him like this.

"How much you matter to me, to all of us." The black-haired woman let her tongue exit her mouth as she gently carresed at his jaw, only for a second. Her hands worked to slide behind his back- despite being pressed up against the door, she wished to hold him against her as he was holding her.

"I'm going to show this off proudly when you're gone. So that everyone knows, there is only room for you in my heart." She craned her neck to the side- letting him get a view of the beautiful hickey he had left on her neck. Tifa didn't think she would be into something like that, but Cloud had proved her wrong. It would do the woman well, to know she was desired as much as she desired him. As well as hopefully keeping away any desperate creeps who wished to vie for her affections when Cloud wasn't around.

"It's always been you." Tifa smiled gently, unable to contain her affection for him any longer she locked lips with him again. Her petite nose bumping into his as she stifled a small laugh at her eager mouth making the angle a bit uncomfortable for the kiss until she tilted her head to the side and tasted him further.

Curling her tongue near his lower lip she pulled back, getting way too ahead of herself. She had a duty- to make him cum. She was getting distracted, as it was inevitable. He drove her crazy and a part of her didn't regret getting carried away, at least he would know once again the effect he had on her- if her arousal dripping down his cock and staining his balls wasn't clue enough.

She felt his cock harden and stiffen further in her sex, making her eyes widen. It almost felt like he was about to cum with the brief expansion overtaking her sense of reason. But it just appeared to be his length hardening further with the newfound intimacy of the position.

To say it drove her nuts was an understatement.

She gripped him tighter, feeling up his back muscles as she did so. If it was possible in their kissing position she would have swooned. He always made her feel like he was the luckiest man in Edge for having her, but truthfully, she felt just the same for him. How many broken hearts would be clear when the day would come when they were finally together in the way she dreamed of. Not her boyfriend, but her husband. Her soulmate- her Cloud.

"Not here, please. I want you to be comfortable," She briefly tickled her lips up against his, "-when I take everything you have to give me." Lunging forwards with new-found strength, her second wind hit her like a truck. She gripped him tightly, and when she made it clear she was more than ready- they set off from the wall.

With an intensity that he may have only witnessed from Tifa in the heat of battle, she pushed him onto the bed. The springs of the mattress crying out in a cacophony of sound as she instantly joined him. Slamming herself on top of him, pushing his hands down onto the sheets.

The way he looked splayed out on the bed- utterly irresitable. She couldn't wait a second longer. Easing herself back, she slid herself down his girth and let out a sigh of contentment. Unable to hold his arms any longer, she slid them up his shoulder and both of them rested on his chest. Squeezing her breasts together and her legs spread out wide against him as she began to ride him with purpose now. Not wanting her face to be far from his, she leaned down and began to expertly curl her hips against his pelvis.

Over and over again, the slick sounds of her juices and his cum dripping out of her pussy would be second to the sounds of her constant moaning and breathes of excitement. She was using all of her strength to bring him to the end, just how much longer could she really last though. Her plump ass jiggled as she rammed herself on his large length so hard and fast, the clapping of their skin together was music to her ears.

"I- I can't, I'm going to cum too fast-- when I look at you like this!" Tifa inhaled sharply. It was the truth, her next orgasm hit her out of nowhere and completely too fast. She was too overwhelmed with the intimacy they shared just riling her up, and now that her strength was dwindling far too fast, she despereately sought to bring Cloud the climax he needed, but her body just had to cum again, making her intensity slow down. But not stop, she was still giving him everything she could possibly do despite being in such a euphoric and weak state. Her sweat dripped down her brow and onto his chest as her palms tightening between his pectoral muscles. Her legs felt numb and her toes curled as her thighs squeezed against his hips. Her entrance would be so tight and pulsating- it was a miracle how she was even able to move herself up against him.

Cumming like a mad woman, not bothering to hold back how pleasurable it felt, she still managed to crane her head forwards. Her head was blank with want and she felt like she was floating on air when she moved close enough to feel his breathe up against her nostrils once again.

"Give it to me." She commanded, it wasn't gentle like how Tifa normally spoke. She truly was on the brink- and she couldn't take much more of it without feeling her lover explode his love inside of her. The only thing louder than her conviction was the physical sound of the slap of her ass up against his pelvis, over and over, pushing him down onto the bed. Never did Tifa push things this far- but this wasn't 'want' this was 'need', and right now she needed everything he had.

 

[SoleAccord]

"I noticed a lot more than that," Cloud quickly added after her playful admonish. "I want every inch of you. If that makes me a pervert, then so be it."

He could count on his hands the scarce occasions he's verbally approved of Tifa's body, as praising it felt needless. The number of men in this city who would give an arm and a leg for an evening with Tifa Lockhart proved incalculable; her body was legendary in the now ruined Midgar, and Edge proved to be no different. Tifa knew her physical appeal, but much to his shame she rarely heard it from him. It was just another awful habit to kick.

As she took a breath, so did he, and as the breath left her, his joined it. His heartbeat steadied and calmed as much as could be expected. The blood in his veins simmered but hadn't begun cooling while his swollen length remained nestled inside of her, waiting vigorously for the moment it could release another abundant load of cum from his laden balls. Although he still hungered for her the way a man did for a woman, he intended to keep his word: only when she was prepared would he resume loving her, again and again, until their bodies gave out.

Life returned to her body in time. He opened his eyes as she moved, her forehead pressing against his while her lips gave a loving peck. As her back arched, the fire in his blood begun to rise again. The left hand upon her hip descended, creeping beneath her waist, and seized her right butt cheek. Firmly grasping it, he couldn't help but deliver a tender slap in lustful appreciation before allowing his hand to simply settle there.

Becoming lost in her brilliant eyes, he couldn't bring himself to break the line of sight to pleasure her breasts. She appeared content with this moment, and so his hand wouldn't be forced in fanning that growing flame between them yet to be sated.

Leaning into the hand against his cheek, Cloud lightly shook his head at Tifa's heartfelt admission.

"That's my line," he replied, pecking her lips after his forehead was granted her kiss.

Displaying the mark left on her neck after a ravenous round of sex, a surge of pride swelled within. It felt territorial, and he was beginning to like what he saw. Tifa could ward off men on her own, but his mark could do that too. Those stubborn few who didn't get the picture would be hers to handle should he be absent, but that wasn't anything new. Those with more than two braincells to rub together understood that she was well taken care of. Help was wanted at the bar, not in the bedroom—he had it covered, now and forever.

Her lips again collapsed on his, this time with vigor. Cloud returned that energy with his own, gently rocking his head forward to add motion to their locked lips. The brief bump of their noses was disregarded in favor of not breaking the kiss; he may have joined her in laughter if not for his soaring lust. The love in her words combined with the locking of their lips made continued restraint difficult; that lone hand on her ass squeezed down even tighter, so much that his clipped nails joined his fingers to sink deeper into the pliant flesh below.

Reaching peak arousal, his body went from warm, to hot, and then to boiling all over again. Every muscle in his body flexed with tension he desperately desired to release. Tifa played this as innocently as she could, but their love had its limits. A simple kiss and even the flick of her tongue across his jaw could only sate him for so long. All she'd done was ready him for the end, a climax so powerful that he may collapse and allow his endorphins to lull him into a deep slumber.

"I'm not gonna last much longer," he relented, voicing his weakness for her body. Her grip around his back suggested the feeling quickly became mutual. If she wasn't prepared yet, he may regretfully retract his patience and work her body until she couldn't think of anything other than getting fucked by him.

Fortunately, it didn't come to that.

To take all that he had to give… Tifa was revitalized, enough to see their lovemaking through to the end.

Cloud couldn't respond fast enough; utilizing her incredible physical strength, he was dragged from the door and spun around. Shoved backwards, his cock escaped her cunt with a moist pop before falling and landing in bed. Before his body could fully rise from the initial bounce, her hands seized his arms while the rest of her weight collapsed on him. Inhaling sharply between his teeth, Cloud thrust the air out of pure desperation, desiring to fill her and fuck her senseless.

"Let me have you," he pleaded, another thrust hitting only air. In this position, there wasn't a chance he could overpower her and claim her pussy again. As much as his orgasm was her responsibility, her orgasm was also his—he didn't leave a job unfinished.

Tifa acted mercifully, or perhaps couldn't stand another moment empty of his length, and at last rejoined their bodies. His damp, swollen girth once more filled her tight pussy, with the tip of his member managing to firmly kiss her cervix upon reuniting. His cock fought to stretch her walls as much as possible, expanding another quarter of an inch inside of her to make escaping him much more difficult. Adapting to Tifa's great strength, freeing herself from his cock would take greater effort than previously displayed; unless she mustered all her energy to fight him, she wouldn't be free until he managed to creampie her. They would be stuck together in a loop of endless pleasure until his load was emptied.

"Ungh!" Voicing his pleasure couldn't be helped as he savored that first plunge, catching sight of her swinging breasts and her exasperated face.

The fast and hard motions of her body revealed her intentions. She worked to help him reach climax quickly and savored every knock against her cervix to help get him there. No longer desiring to hold back himself, his freed arms wrapped around her body to forcibly lower her chest to his. The motion of her hips continued, but as she slammed down on his cock, it rose with hiking force as he started to fuck back.

Each time they met, their clapping flesh mimicked thunder. He prayed that Denzel and Marlene continued to sleep deeply. Sex this intense, this uncontrollable, this insatiable couldn't fool anyone. And at this point, nothing short of Sephiroth's return could stop him from driving himself inside of Tifa as much as her body could allow. Subtlety no longer mattered; the meaning of the word vanished, and he lacked the intent to retrieve it.

Tifa admitted that resisting her orgasm proved futile. Without verbal response, Cloud's legs curled to plant his feet on the bed's unstable surface. Keeping himself grounded there, the shifted position gave him the foundation necessary to keep their bodies joined in a faster-paced sexual harmony. As her strength faded, he found enough to continue in her place

"Then cum!" Cloud grunted hotly through gritted teeth and the claps of their flesh. "Do it!"

The experimentation done to him provided advantages. To Tifa's credit, she would've outlasted any ordinary man, or at the very least brought them to orgasm just as she did. But while her walls clenched around his vigorous cock and wave after wave of pleasure traveled from head to toe, and then to head again, Cloud's piston-like thrusts weren't anywhere close to stopping yet.

He was relentless—nay, unstoppable. A force of nature whose only purpose was to fill Tifa with seed and relieve her of all stress and loneliness until no shred remained. His body screamed for pause, to which the Mako experimentation's regenerative qualities responded by dulling it.

Their lovemaking was an affront to every cruel twist of fate that sought to keep them apart. Against Shinra, the destroyed company that tortured the planet and nearly killed them both, as well as Sephiroth, whose madness saw the end of Nibelheim and the last of their families. They earned this. They won. All that was left was to forge a future together in spite of everything that kept them apart.

Amidst the thunderous clapping of their bodies, Tifa commanded him to give it to her, and so he would.

With the last of his surging lust and fount of stamina, Cloud dove to her lips, forcing a deep and longing kiss. Mimicking her dominance from earlier, he kept her body constricted to him after her moment of weakness and let his tongue slip and slide in harmony with hers. His muffled grunts filled her mouth, and any that she uttered would fill his own; the kiss stopped for nothing, and neither would his unrestrained hips.

Cloud's piston-like thrusts sped above his peak as his climax drew close. Tifa's movements were overpowered completely, leaving her lower half bouncing helplessly against him for those intense final seconds. Then, the loudest and most satisfied grunt he's ever uttered filled her open mouth, followed by the rush of his hot seed filling her insatiable pussy to its absolute limit with one last powerful thrust.

At the end of their lovemaking's uproar, the silence that followed deafened him. The rush from his release was by far the most intense he'd ever experienced; stars dotted his vision, and weakness infected every muscle overtaxed to see their lovemaking through. This was an ending so heavenly that, for one ephemeral moment, Cloud believed he were in it.

The limits of his body now broken, only fatigue remained—and despite it, his arms never released Tifa from his embrace. Both his risen legs helping keep her lower half raised slowly sank to the mattress and stretched out. The trickling abundance of spent seed began seeping between her walls and his diminishing length, proving that the amount shot inside of her was truly massive. More than her womb could take, he guessed, which made her birth control that much more important to experience orgasmic highs such as this.

If Tifa and himself made love unprotected, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that Denzel would've become a big brother to their lovechild nine months from now.

Unlike in the past, that thought no longer frightened him.

Cloud parted their tongues and lips, unveiling multiple strands of saliva connecting their lips before splitting and melting away between their sweat-drenched bodies. His chest rose and fell with deep intakes of oxygen, yet he refused to leave her lips too far from his own. Allowing her to catch her breath, he looked to the shadows of the ceiling above; all was quiet except for themselves, and they could savor the aftershocks of their orgasms in peace.

He couldn't move even if he wished to. She climaxed first but succeeded in taking all his remaining pent-up frustration. Completely spent, what sexual strength remained pumped the last of his cum inside of her, futilely trying to replace the seed managing to escape her.

Minutes passed to allow them to bask in this lover's heat, until Cloud broke the pants and silence with a single, unexpected question.

"Tifa? When you think about our future... what do you see?"

Weakly returning his gaze to her face, he appeared completely at peace. She could rest knowing that there wasn't a chance she failed in managing to satisfy him; if the gradually reduction in length and girth inside of her didn't prove that already, then the serenity within his eyes might.

"I've never asked you. We were always in the moment, finding ways to survive… to keep going forward."

Reaching beside them with one hand—the other tightened itself around her recovering body and kept her nestled—he reached for the idle covers spread out beside them and brought it over their combined bodies. The room sweltered for now, but the continual breeze from the window nearby would change that in time. He wished her to be comfortable for the rest of the evening, and should she wish to slip herself free from his sated manhood, she would find he wasn't going to fight that.

So long as she remained close to him, body to body, that would be enough.

 

[Mint]

Tifa couldn't even believe her eyes, never in her time with Cloud had she seen him reduced to such want and need-- and she could take pride in knowing it was all because of her.

Whatever strength and stamina that had left her body prior, had returned to her. Perhaps it wasn't the same strength she had left behind in her passionate display of affection for the SOLDIER she had pledged her heart too, but a newfound burst of energy that built within her ample chest, unconstrained and begging to be let free.

Despite the sweat dripping from her pores, she haggardly opened her lips to speak- to revel in the sight of her beloved on his back. Seeing him thrust his hips up into the air- into nothing, made her angry at herself that she wasn't allowing him to indulge in her body like he so clearly needed- as did she.

Using this newfound passionate energy that seemed to be coursing through her body- she rushed over to him, wasting no time in sinking herself back down on his length where she belonged- where she needed to be.

The symphony of their voices in tandem as he let out his sound of pleasure as they reconnected, as she threw her head back to elicit her own sound, much more breathy and overpowered by the intensity of his, but still present.

As if to drive home the point she pointed out, the look of his eyes as he pumped himself deep and fully inside of her-- the look on his face, it was only for her gaze alone. That thought alone was enough to send her far over any and every edge possible-- but he made sure to send her a more than a few paces further after that.

His thrusting was vigorous, passionate, desperate-- as she was. The palms of her hands slid across his chest carelessly, not like she would have been able to control them anyways. He was completely covered in sweat and the surface of his skin she so affectionately touched cause her entire hand to slip about.

Finally feeling her fingers sink deep into his shoulders, the trimmed cut of her nails would still leave a mark in his skin- while not her intention, would be a lovely bonus on him-- at least that what she would have thought if she wasn't driven to the point of insanity.

Cloud always knew how to pleasure her, and though she had no other comparisons to judge it, she couldn't even fathom anyone else in this entire universe giving her half as much gratification as the man beneath her.

Her legs spread out wider for him, not even with her intention-- they were bounced apart from how hard he began sheating himself into her. Suddenly this position of power was completely skewed in his light. It was supposed to be her bringing him to an orgasm, but here he was doing just the opposite.

If she tried to feel bad about cumming before she could give him his pleasure, those thoughts were literally fucked out of her. With every thrust it meant so much more than two bodies conjoining. Perhaps that was what 'sex' was to other couples. But for Tifa right now- this meant everything. All their struggles-- all the pain they shared. This was there way of releasing all of it out and filling it with something completely new-- love, at it's absolute purest.

"Cloud... Cloud! I need it, I need you!" Tifa screamed, as she felt tears prick both of her ruby colored eyes just from the sheer overwhelming sensation, if those tears fell from her cheeks she didn't know or care. It was just the reaction of her body overtaking more than she was capable of with her body almost on the verge of collapsing on top of him-- which was beginning to sound very appealing. But she had a mission to her love, and truly, nothing would stop her from finishing what she had started. As crazy as it sounded, even if Denzel or Marlene walked in, she wasn't sure she would have the strength to stop it. It not only felt better than anything she'd ever have experienced, but it was a sensation that she didn't realize she absolutely was craving for so long. They had made love many times, but not like this-- this last round was revolutionary.

Gasping for breathe in between a kiss or just struggling to maintain a position where she wasn't completely collapsed over him. If his wish was for her to no longer hold herself back- this was more than a wish come true. Her voice was only second to the sheer intensity of his hips ramming up against hers. The clap of his thighs began to reverberate well beyond the room. Her plump and curvaceous ass was littered with ripples in her skin from how intense he was smacking himself against her. Juices seemed to spill out endlessly from her swollen slit coating not only his crotch but likely the tops of his thighs with the copious amount produced, her body completely lost control of itself.

Miraculously, Tifa was able to slide her hands up his neck, her fingers eagerly moving to his cheeks as she held him in place to kiss him deeply. She wanted to feel the heat of his mouth in combination with his cock pulsing deeper and deeper inside of her.

The woman was so incredibly strong-- but in this moment she had never felt so helpless against him.

Despite just coming down from the orgasm he had brought her, the moment was far too much for her. Tifa knew it would take no time at all if she wasn't holding back to let herself find release in his body over and over. It was just more often than naught she sought to prolong things- she and Cloud always would try and bring the other pleasure before it. But now, she felt no need to hold back. Even if she tried too- she was positive she wouldn't have been able to prolong this.

The soft spongy walls of her entrance convulsed and gripped his cock violently. Tifa gasped- feeling a cold sweat overtake her already glistening form as she let out a throaty moan that could surely make men from all over the world cum instantly at the sensuality of it all-- but the sound would be reserved for his ears and his ears alone. He had brought her to an orgasm right after the other.

To show proof of this, her entire body collapsed on top of his, no longer able to remain upright. Her plump chest squished up against his pectoral muscles and with the last of her strength she raised her chin upwards to meet his lips and feel his hot breathe invade her mouth once again. Her eyes were closed, nothing could stop the sounds forced from her lips into his own. The buzzing sensation they both produced from how intimate this moment was only further served to make this climax the most pleasurable feeling she had ever experienced in her entire life.

"Mmph!~" Tifa's scream of ectsay was only muffled by her lips captured by his own. The burst of his hot and churning seed shooting deep inside of her caused such a reaction that like him-- caused her to feel like she had left this mortal plane. The world became white for the briefest of moments-- as if he had sent her directly to the Lifestream in back with that pleasure he had given her.

His seed would completely overfill her, as he had already pumped her quite full previously, it would only serve to make room for the new load, spurting out seemingly endless as it emptied past her nether lips and like a river of sticky cream dripping down his cock, coating the interior of her thighs as she could only feel herself truly fall.

Her head unable to stay upright any longer, her forehead made contact with his, wishing to be close as they parted the kiss. There she laid on top of him, panting for so long-- never in her life had she felt this utterly spent and this exhausted. All her training and stamina building-- this moment made it seem like it was all for nothing. Likely no other woman in this world could have handled this as well as she did, that much would be clear. His breathe up against her lips and the taste of his saliva still fresh on her lips made it possible to not close the distance to allow the both of them to catch their breathe- those very much needed breathes after what they had done.

She was about ready to fall asleep like this. If you asked someone what heaven was like for them, perhaps they'd answer with the obvious choices. A realm of infinite wealth, a sea of clouds with wondrous sights to behold-- things like that perhaps...

For Tifa, despite the rickety bedroom- the state of the world the way it was. She would endure all of it forever if it meant she could lay here like this, with him.

The sound of his heart against her ear, the warmth of his body, the touch of his skin. This was her heaven. Seventh Heaven finally had a true meaning to her, she would remember moments like this as she brewed- and customers from all over could indulge in a fraction of her bliss in this moment and be satiated for life. That was how powerful this moment was to her.

"Our future..." Tifa whispered out softly, wanting to see the look in his eyes as she spoke. Using the last of her strength to life her head up shakily. She wasn't disappointed with the sight, the soft serenity in his iris brought her more peace than he could ever know. His cock remained snug inside of her still-- she wanted to keep him there for as long as humanely possible. Despite it softening, it still managed to remain in her warm and wet walls with little effort.

He had stated it was their future together. Truly, she hadn't thought much about it herself- what did she want beyond this? Well... she knew what but was it really the time to be bringing it up to him like this?

Marriage and family were always things on her mind, even back as a young girl in Nibelheim. She had known that being a mother is something she always wanted to become, and having Cloud as her husband was something that was important to her. She was a traditional girl with values to match- but she was also far too considerate and kind to ever bring her true desires to words.

At least until now.

"It's just as you say it. I want my future to be yours-- ours. I want to be with you for the rest of my life and after." Tifa closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, truly she could never get enough of his scent, it made her feel dizzy with peace she didn't know possible.

The sheets were wrapped around them but for her he provided more than enough warmth. But he was always looking out for her, for everyone.

"I used to tell myself... If I could even lessen your burdens for a moment then I'd be satisfied." She breathed out softly against his neck, nuzzling her nose up against his throat before sliding up to his chin and placing a small kiss there.

"But now I'm not so sure it's enough. I want to shoulder your pain with you-- I want to make you happier than anything else in the world. I want... I want every moment you spend with me to make you feel as complete and warm as you make me feel." Her hands gripped his shoulder on the opposing side as her hips settled against his pelvis, she was prepared to sleep on her stomach if it meant she could remain on top of him-- connected.

"My future has always been you. Cloud, I love you." Tifa's lips were red and swollen from how much they had kissed, but she still found it in herself to taste him once again. A tender peck on his mouth and she had moved herself back to rest her head on his collarbone, ear facing down on his skin.

She had borderline proposed to him in the best way she could. Right now she couldn't offer physical proof of a ring- she had worked too hard to buy that birth control. But with a few more weeks of hard work she was sure she'd be able to get something for him... she would of course keep this to herself- she knew he would never let her work herself to buy something for him. He was just as selfless as she was in that regard.

For a few moments nothing was said and the room was quiet. It almost seemed like she had fallen asleep before she spoke again.

"But if you're asking honestly... I suppose... I want to make this world safe again. To bring... new life to it." Her cheeks flushed red- she was glad he couldn't see her face. Despite all the acts they've done tonight the mention of bearing his children was the one to get her more flustered than anything else for whatever reason.

The prospect of having children was a desire that ran deep within her, and well-- she wanted to be honest with him. Their talk this evening instilled an element of communication she was very pleased had come to fruition after all.

"It's a talk for later, I know. But it's something I've always dreamed about with you. I'm just so happy you're back, this is enough for me now. The future can wait." Her voice was so tender and gentle, it was a miracle they could be heard by his ears. She was speaking her mind full and clearly now-- no more secrets.

Tifa's eyes closed gently as she rested, content with the sounds of his breathing and the warmth he provided, it took her quite literally no time to fall into a peaceful slumber atop of him.

Calmed by the fact that even if they were apart in the future-- it wouldn't matter. He would always be back for her, and the time away would just make their reunion that much more powerful.

The future was theirs to take... Rebuilding Midgar together, she had the strength to do it now that everything was laid clear for her in how he felt.

Despite the love and intense passion they shared in their making of it. Tifa was a traditional girl... she wanted more. She needed the label, but she just couldn't bring herself to ask him yet.

Would he ever... propose to her?

Those last thoughts were pushed aside, content for living in the moment right now, her arms draped across his chest as she snuggled her cheek into him and let the thoughts drift away... for now...

~{Part 1, Complete}~

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