Temptress
As it seems like a lot of people in my F-list are currently sick and/or fanfic craving, I glued myself to the keyboard ´till I finished this for the prompt #01: Temptation in my prompt table.
Don´t know if it deserves to be classified in the "good fic" category, but I hope it cheer you up! *Hugs*
This woman was going to be the death of him.
Cactuars and Zoloms he could handle. Give him evil corporations trying to control the world or mad men trying to destroy it, and he would be fine.
But the sight of Tifa Lockhart doing those little post-battle stretches? Even heros have their limits.
It wasn´t like he was a goddamn pervert. In fact, Cloud was sure that he thought about…that far less than the average young male. And it wasn´t like she was purposefully teasing him, of that he was pretty sure. In fact, for all her cute pinkish mannerism, Aerith was way more flirty and bold than the sultry barmaid.
And that was quite an interesting phenomenon.
Unlike other slum woman and girls all around the globe, Tifa didn´t used her knock out body and provocative attire to get the attention of the male population. As a matter of fact, when the inevitable happened and some man had the sheer audacity to make known that he had noticed, her reactions varied from bashful shyness to blatantly annoyed. Never once had he seen her either pleased or flattered by the attention. Her clothes were no fashion devices, they were battle garments.
And maybe that was part of the problem.
There was something primal, something dark and tempting in the vision of a woman of Tifa´s athletic skills and flexibility. A woman so comfortable in her own skin that she would fight in a miniskirt where every nearby man with relatively functional eyes was bound to try and catch a peek of her panties (and they would be sorely disappointed, cause the ever pragmatic Tifa always wore shorts under that damn skirt. As for how he knew… no comments).
When he was a kid and watched the mayor daughter from afar, he had thought her a test for his self control. Childish delusions! It was nothing more than kids play compared to the effort it took not to ravish her in the spot after watching her day after day, battle after battle doing those flips that outlined her splendid figure, bending her long killer legs just so, her face flushed and panting in the bloody aftermath…
And the stretches. Those damn little spectacular stretches.
Yeah, sometimes it got really hard to resist the allure of that innocent temptress. To avert his eyes from those dangerous enticing curves and the images they burned into his brain to keep on torturing (Oh, but what a bittersweet torture it was!) him latter sometimes felt like a titan´s work. But he usually managed it with sufficient subtly and discretion.
Except for today.
Today she had added a new movement to her routine. An almost feline bending of strong, toned muscles that put so much strain on his self control that he knew he had to get away now. So he turned around to carry on with his strategic retreat and…
Tripped with the tail of the dead Zolom.
And apparently he haven´t been paying enough attention to his surroundings (Well, to the rest of his surroundings) because after his less than graceful stumble he suddenly found himself wet from head to toe.
And apparently, not even SOLDIER treatment with Jenova cells and killer doses of Mako were enough to make you immune to a freaking cold.
Which take us to his present situation, lying in bed with teary eyes and a running nose for the first time in years.
“Achuuuuu”
Yeah, Tifa Lockhart definetly would be the death of him.