532. Caught In The Act Meme

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Caught In The Act Meme

We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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Cloud Strife | FFVII | Open!

[bothourlives]

[ s-sob. ]

[girlsgottaask]

[she's just needed the bottle of cleaning fluid she'd left in the cabinet. So she's just meant to dart in, get it, and dart back out with Cloud none the wiser. She'd been determined not to be distracted. Which had lasted her all the way to silently getting the bottle and getting ready to turn around and leave before she'd heard a soft noise and her eyes had come up and -

oh...]

[bothourlives]

[ He'd been leaning against the shower wall, forehead pressed to a bent arm, chin ducked down and eyes closed. While he liked to think he was pretty aware of his surroundings, Tifa's entrance into the bathroom had gone completely unnoticed.

He blamed the exhaust fan. Sure it kept him from passing out in an unintentional sauna by clearing out the steam and offered enough noise to give him a little privacy but it also meant the door opening as quietly as it had didn't even register.

It had nothing to do with him being used to her presence, moving around him. Nothing!

Not like he wasn't used to her walking in on him either, whether it was to join him or to fix her hair or to grab his clothes for the laundry or- The point was, maybe he had noticed but it didn't set off a warning in his mind that he should perhaps remove his hand from it's very obvious place around his erection and try to muffle the occasional low groan that escaped

[girlsgottaask]

[so she was presented with a very naked, very wet, very turned on Cloud Strife. A distracted part of her was surprised she was still standing there so calmly with the bottle of cleaner in her hand. The rest of her however was far too caught in the fact that -

oh... Cloud looked very, very good naked....]

I - ah -

[her voice came out a little weak and she shook the bottle absently, forgetting to look away from the way the hot water streamed along the muscles and lines of his body. Somewhere, a last, lone brain cell shorted out with an audible fizz. Because, it didn't really matter how well she knew him or how often she saw him without clothes on, the little moments of shock and amazement never seemed to stop randomly cropping up to startle her all over again

let's just go with every reaction, he has a lot of feelings

[bothourlives]

[ She was going to join him. That was good- that was great and he loved it when she did and he loved her and...

And he felt embarrassed at being caught, guilty. It was different when they were intimate together, he wasn't ashamed of knowing what he liked and learning about what she liked. He never really took matters into his own hands though --so to speak-- and on the rare times he did masturbate she never caught him.

Long trips away from home on delivery, when he'd catch her scent on his clothes and had a room in an Inn all to himself. If she was sick or they were busy and a lull happened in their sex life he'd sometimes take a little longer in the shower, working through his stress and frustration in the quickest and easiest way possible. It hadn't ever really been much of a habit, something he did often, but it did happen every now and then

he wouldn't be Cloud if he didn't - lol

[girlsgottaask]

[Tifa hadn't realized that Cloud did... that. Of course - she'd realized it, or at least it made sense, she'd just never - never had it presented to her before. And it was a bit embarrassing walking in on him because it seemed like such a private thing. But - they shared private things so... When her eyes dared peek up at him as her clothes dropped around her ankles the dark color of his eyes watching her certainly didn't seem to want her to leave

lmao, this is true

[bothourlives]

[ There was no way he could say no now, tell her to leave. Even though he couldn't see her --eyes closed and back to her-- he could feel her behind him, little bumps against his skin as she stepped forward and then her hands moving over his back. It made him shudder, goosebumps rising after the trail of her fingertips, hands curling back into fists as he fought the urge to lead her hands where he really wanted them. ]

Tifa... [ Murmured in return, a little strained and part warning. His pulse was racing, making him feel even more jittery, anxious about her intruding on... private time.

It was still humiliating, like he was some puberty hormone riddled teenager who couldn't just go without or wait. It was just- He'd felt tense, frustrated, and this was at least one way to ease it. He hadn't been drawing it out, more efficient than pleasurable and his body wasn't quite sure how to react to Tifa's light and teasing touch instead.

Whhhyyyy. ]

Not all of us want to fight wearing hardly anything.

[ But he still managed a quip, though

[girlsgottaask]

I wear a lot more now than I used to.

[her fingers smoothed over the ridge at the small of his back, over dimples where muscle met and then she spread her hands flat and pressed down as she slipped them around his waist and stepped forward to press her body completely into the back of his. Instead of sliding down though, her hands slid up, dragging over his stomach and the muscles of his chest. She pressed her lips to the back of his neck. Voice very quiet, she brushed her thumbs over his nipples and whispered:]

Sometimes... when you're not here... I put on a pair of your gloves and pretend that my hands are yours. I let them wander over me and touch everywhere I want you to touch.

[nails lightly dragging, her hands started to trail downward over his body again. Standing behind him made her braver than she usually was because he couldn't see her. And - because she knew him and she knew how a small town mentality made her think of herself when she indulged. Whether or not he'd meant to, he'd shared a part of himself with her

[bothourlives]

[ Unfortunately. But he kind of liked having a few more layers to tug and pull from her body now. Didn't hurt that it also meant anyone that leered at her didn't get half the show he did, a fact that had him smirking smugly at passing interested men instead of being quick to grab the handle of his sword.

Still. He liked it when she walked around the house in her shorter tanktops- usually paired with whatever pants or boxers she had stolen from him that morning, waistband rolled down and barely staying put on her hips. He liked taking those off of her too... ]

Ah? [ It was the most intelligible response he could give, more a choked inhale of air than a reply. The thought of her doing that, mind helpfully supplying the image, combined with the slow teasing trail of her hands made it all but impossible to keep talking coherently

[girlsgottaask]

[his response was encouraging so even though her cheeks were a little red, she could tuck herself safely into him and keep doing what she was. It... it felt pretty empowering actually. She liked being the soft to his strong but - she was finding herself enjoying being bold to his passive too. Her spread fingers pressed as they went over his toned stomach, thumb slipping into the indent there and then trailing slowly back out. Fingertips sliding down, slowly down.]

Sometimes I sit in your office chair when I'm home, naked and alone, as I use your gloves on myself.

[well - that was - more than she'd meant to confess and her hands paused. To distract, she scraped her teeth over the muscle where his shoulder and throat joined. Her fingers slipped lower, fluttered almost too light to be felt over the fall of the water over his erection. Firmer they found the inside of his thighs and dragged her nails before going back to where he was so hard and aching, fingers trailing, exploring over the whole length now.]The chair tends to

[bothourlives]

[ Muscles tensed and jerked under her touch; while he wouldn't admit to being ticklish it was still difficult to stay completely still and not squirm when she explored his body so lightly. He was already hyper-aware of both of them, each breath, each shift and movement. Her teasing was bad enough but the more she talked-

It took a hell of a lot of willpower, not to cum right then. And she hadn't even wrapped her fingers around him yet. ]

Is that -mmn- why you keep insisting I call when I'm almost home?

[ Talk about unfair. Maybe he'd have to fall back into old habits and let his calls go to voicemail again, try to sneak up on her at least once...

But he appreciated it too, that she was opening up and offering private information to him. Making him feel less embarrassed for the situation in general. She didn't mind. She did it too. It was okay and hell, maybe she even liked it, as much as he was enjoying hearing about what she did alone.Sometimes I want to call you. When I stop somewhere for the night. I love the sounds you make

[girlsgottaask]

I like having things ready for you to come home to. I like being able to have something warm to eat for you, I like having things straight and neat when you walk in the door. And... sometimes... I like having the chance to get dressed so you don't know how much I've missed you while you've been away...

[leaning in, pressing her chest firmly into his back, she caught his earlobe between her lips and sucked, tongue dancing over the wolf stud. And then, while he was distracted with that, she finally wrapped her hand around him, fingers flaring wide and caressing it all the way down to his base before they curved firmly there. Against his ear, she whispered:]

I like knowing you're going to sit in your chair and have no idea I was just there while you do your accounts and recipes for the night. It makes me want you to do all the things I imagined earlier to me with your own hands.

[and with that she started to stroke, slow at first, light, until she caught his rhythm, relying on the way he moved his hips to tell her how fast, how

[bothourlives]

Yes... [ Softly hissed, an agreement and a pleased reaction to her words. There was too much going on, between her lips and tongue, her hands, and once she settled into a rhythm it didn't take long to bring him back to the edge and then over.

A blessing and a curse, she knew his body too well sometimes.

His fingers continued to curl and uncurl against the tile, desperate for some sort of purchase but not having anything to hold onto. It was almost as maddening as her touch, making him groan equally in frustration and pleasure. But he wasn't able to vocalize much else before his stomach tensed, head tilting back with another drawn out moan as his orgasm hit.

Quick and intense it washed over him in waves, making him shudder and jerk his hips forward haphazardly. It took another surge of willpower, not to sink down to his knees as all of the tension slowly leaked out, leaving him shivering and relaxed. Tired. ]

Tifa- [ A low murmur as his back arched and he slumped forward, hands finally relaxing as well as he pressed his palms to

[girlsgottaask]

[they'd done a lot of things together before, intimate and sexual. But this was a first for her and it sent shudders through her heart. Amazed, delighted, satisfied. From under her wet lashes she watched him respond to her, lean muscled body, handsome face. It was a little heady and very, very hot. She knew what images she'd be replaying the next time he was gone too long... and hopefully called her.

Her hand contined to stroke, slowing down to draw out his orgasm and then stilling, eventually letting go as the water washed them both clean. Feeling both shy and amazingly pleased with herself, she slipped around in front of him, arms wrapping around his ribs to hold him, both support and pleasure. Gentle she nuzzled against his throat, feeling her own stomach flutter at his words, cheeks going pink. Reaching around to shut off the now luke warm water, she found the towel by memory, draping it over his shoulders before simply holding him close again. Her voice came out a whisper.]

Okay....

[bothourlives]

[ He was asking a lot, he knew. And if it weren't for the current boneless afterglow he probably wouldn't have had the courage to even ask. Or maybe he was just missing his common sense filter and it made him think it was alright.

Either way, he just sort of murmured a hum in reply, arms slipping around her as she shifted and moved, belatedly realizing the water was turned off. It was a little annoying to still be standing, having to support his suddenly rather heavy weight instead of sprawling out somewhere, but having her close... that made it okay anyway. ]

Mm-hmm. [ Another low hum, an attempt at letting her know he heard her and was at least slightly coherent. ]

[girlsgottaask]

[she sighed out her own sound in answer, relaxed in his arms. But - after a minute, she gave him a gentle squeeze and started to slip away.]

But not right now. Barret's still downstairs and if Elmyra isn't here yet, she will be soon.

[she gave the bottom of his chin a kiss, eyes teasing.]

I'll just tell them you slipped in the shower.