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Title: Business As Usual
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tifa/Rufus
Summary: Every time he kissed her she would repeat her cause. Then - he would tell her that it was business, but it never satisfied her.
Notes: Pre-game through to the moment where Rufus makes his first appearence.
Tifa arched her back once more as the tip of his tongue pressed against the sensetive part of her neck. Her hands moved down his waistcoat, pushing it off as his strong shoulders. His rough hands pulled her closer on his lap, his mouth moved the shell of her ear and whispered, "AVALANCHE has the full support of the TURKS."
Her mouth refused to form words. If she hadn't been in such a haze from the way he was holding her - she would have thought that it was rather odd that the leader of the TURKS would be helping an organization that loathed the ShinRa corporation. She did not complain when he situated her on the desk, the file that she had delivered on the President was her cushion. Her leg wrapped around him instinctively and his hand moved to her hips. Crystal blue eyes locked with hers as she threw her arms around his neck.
In Game
The body had been removed and Rufus sat down behind that desk that used to facinate him so. He closed his eyes, his vengence complete.
"You never told me that you were the President's son."
He opened one eye, and saw her standing there. " Every time I kissed you would repeat her cause. Then - I would tell you that it was business, but it never satisfied you."
Her throat went dry as he moved quickly, "That's Cloud?"
She turned her head quickly and was about to yell at him when he grabbed her. "Let me go!"
He took her hand and moved it to his collar.
"I still have the bite mark."
She started to breathe heavily and jumped on him.
And then they broke in the new desk.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tifa/Rufus
Summary: Every time he kissed her she would repeat her cause. Then - he would tell her that it was business, but it never satisfied her.
Notes: Pre-game through to the moment where Rufus makes his first appearence.
Tifa arched her back once more as the tip of his tongue pressed against the sensetive part of her neck. Her hands moved down his waistcoat, pushing it off as his strong shoulders. His rough hands pulled her closer on his lap, his mouth moved the shell of her ear and whispered, "AVALANCHE has the full support of the TURKS."
Her mouth refused to form words. If she hadn't been in such a haze from the way he was holding her - she would have thought that it was rather odd that the leader of the TURKS would be helping an organization that loathed the ShinRa corporation. She did not complain when he situated her on the desk, the file that she had delivered on the President was her cushion. Her leg wrapped around him instinctively and his hand moved to her hips. Crystal blue eyes locked with hers as she threw her arms around his neck.
In Game
The body had been removed and Rufus sat down behind that desk that used to facinate him so. He closed his eyes, his vengence complete.
"You never told me that you were the President's son."
He opened one eye, and saw her standing there. " Every time I kissed you would repeat her cause. Then - I would tell you that it was business, but it never satisfied you."
Her throat went dry as he moved quickly, "That's Cloud?"
She turned her head quickly and was about to yell at him when he grabbed her. "Let me go!"
He took her hand and moved it to his collar.
"I still have the bite mark."
She started to breathe heavily and jumped on him.
And then they broke in the new desk.