318. The Midfuck Meme
MIDFUCK MEME
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Thank goodness Barret had the kids.]
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It had been difficult enough, keeping closed fists from connecting with the various employees dressed as "ghosts" and "monsters", even knowing that they would be popping out at random in an attempt to scare them. He knew and... he didn't care. Nerves were on edge and it wasn't often that the two of them had any sort of alone time and--
And it wasn't all that scary anyway. He'd seen worse. So when the rest of their group had moved ahead to continue along the dark hallways he'd grabbed her hand, pulled her back into a decorated corner and proceeded to press her up against a wall to kiss her senseless.
Maybe he could find a little appreciation for the ridiculous holiday after all. They did have a lifetime pass, the gondolas might be interesting if his motion sickness continued to behave... ]
[ Hands gripped her hips firmly, lifting her up against him and keeping her in place. They'd have to be quick --wouldn't want to get caught and lose that pass-- but ( ... )
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oh SHIVA! the things that man could do with his tongue!
Muting whimpering sounds against his open mouth, her hands finished making quick work of the zipper and snaps of his pants. There was no way they should be doing this -
and no way in the world she was capable of resisting Cloud Strife and the chance to feel him inside her. All those years without, now that she finally had him, now that they were together, she was making up for all that lost time. They were making up for all that lost time.
Where had her shorts gone?
Arms winding tight around his shoulders, giving his tongue a light suck, she pressed against him, hips shifting in need.]
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Easier that way, it was fine.
It would probably be better --safer-- if they were both standing, offering some kind of support to each other against the questionably sturdy wall. If nothing else he was sure he could hold her up, but it might be a little difficult to continue staying hidden if they brought half the attraction down with them.
Worry about that if and when the time comes. For now, Cloud was a little too preoccupied trying to navigate a hand between them while still keeping his balance. ]
You okay?
[ Tifa could take anything he could dish out, on the field and in the bedroom. But there hadn't been any time for foreplay here, the two of them fumbling and groping like the teenagers they'd never really been able to be. The moment he had confirmation though, any hesitation would be gone ( ... )
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Yes -
[it caught as she whispered it and to make sure he understood, so that he didn't stop, didn't think of stopping, she nodded vigorously too, hair fanning briefly over his arms. Her body had learned what his touches, his kisses, the pressure of him meant and it responded with eager need now whenever those caresses began. Biting her lower lip, she squirmed and her fingers knotted in the fabric of his sweater as she pressed up on her toes.]
Please - soon?
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Her desire, for him.] Turn around...
[ A suggestion more than any sort of order, hand wrapping around himself and giving a few cautious strokes. He'd prefer being able to see her, to watch the way her mouth fell slack with quiet breathy moans, the way she arched and moved beautifully against him. But at the moment most of his concern was simply just to have her, to satisfy the need that burned as it seemed to move in waves through him.
Better access this way, maybe, his hands free to explore the parts of her still covered in clothing, to slink their way over a curved hip and move back between her thighs as he pressed up behind her. ]
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Was it a ridiculous time to realize, all over again, how much she loved him?]
Try not to break the wall...
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No promises.
[ One hand reached out to brace against the wall as he leaned in, lips close enough to almost touch and shared breath hot between them. He kept his eyes open as he guided himself inside of her, as his hips pressed forward and the other hand moved to grip her hip, half lidded and narrowed as heat surrounded and squeezed him. ]
Tifa.
[ Nowhere near as cocky then, her name little more than a contented sigh. His palm slid across the wall, seeking out her own to entwine their fingers. ]
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Her name in his voice drew the helpless, whisper moan out of her and her head fell back. He could fill her heart just the way he filled her body, full and complete and perfect. His fingers over hers just sealed it that much closer. Whispering his name, she gave an experimental rock of her hips.]
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Truthfully it still scared him a little as well, how simply right and complete it felt to be so intimate with her. How he couldn't help but never want to leave her warm embrace again.
But he would. Most likely. Probably. It was better than her leaving him.
Not then though, or in the quiet moments afterward when they lazily intertwined all legs and sweat slicked bodies, savoring a peace he'd never imagined he'd be allowed.
A peace he didn't really care to think about at the moment as she was the one to start moving first, drawing a low hiss out of him.
She was okay.
His chin dipped down and he offered a bite to her shoulder in warning --not enough to really hurt but enough to leave his mark-- before settling into a rushed pace, breathing quickly escalating into harsh ( ... )
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He was attracted to her --always had been-- loved her. But that sort of thing was difficult for him to express, to put into words or even action. He wanted Tifa by his side, wanted to please and make her happy. And sometimes, he needed the reminder that she felt the same way. Needed to know that she really did want to be with him, that despite everything he had a place at her side as well.
Sex probably wasn't the best answer for that, but it was one of the few ways he could deal with their connection, could let his barriers down and show the things he couldn't always say.
And it was good, he couldn't deny that either. Funny how he felt less embarrassed at enjoying their intimacy than he did saying a simple I love you. ]
No one can hear us.
[ Maybe a little but it was drowned out by the cheesy music and sound effects, the hushed nervous conversations of the people around them. He tended to err on the side of quiet himself, drawn out breaths and low murmurs of words ( ... )
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She couldn't blame those women. She'd never blamed Aerith. How could she? She was just as bad when it came to secretly following him with her eyes and fantasizing.
Some days... she was still a little surprised that it wasn't all still in her head. Except her fantasies had never matched what he gave her in reality.
She definitely would never have fantasized about this for instance. Probably.
His voice near her ear sent the dark shivers deep through her stomach and the soft noise barely stifled in her throat. Wicked, dangerous voice. Wicked, dangerous man. Her free hand clawed against the wall as her body lurched with each thrust.]
You just - ah! - want to hear me scream -
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[ But damn those words, the thought --and memory-- of her letting go like that, of loudly vocalizing her pleasure. Quiet, always quiet --shhh the kids are asleep. Our friends are in the other room.-- he savored the times when there wasn't any worry, when he managed to drag her off somewhere secluded and they were free to do as they pleased.
Not that a haunted house in some gaudy amusement park was really such a place, but he certainly wasn't complaining.
His free hand, making good on his earlier musing, smoothed over her hip, up along her side. Thumb and forefinger gripped the metal slider on the zipper of her vest, quickly pulling it down. Undergarments and her tank top would still be in the way, but it was much easier to cup a full breast in his palm without the annoyance of unforgiving leather. ]
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He was the only one she screamed for.
Not when Sephiroth had cut her open, not when she'd been tossed down the stairs, not the dozens, perhaps hundreds of times since then that she'd been hurt. Not in terror or fear, not even when he'd been taken from her in the Northern Crater. There was only one person she let herself be striped that bare for, that she let have all of her. And as his hand closed, hot and strong, over her breast, searing even through the fabric, her head fell back for him, mouth open, body arched for his. But she still fought to keep the little helpless sounds escaping her from getting louder. Her fingers tightened on the hand holding hers.]
Cloud! - that's not what - ha! - that's not - someone will hear -
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Maybe later.
Not entirely fair maybe, given that he was fighting equally as hard to hold back. But that's why he stayed so close, lips brushing against her ear each time he spoke to her. She was the only one who needed to hear him, to know this side of him. ]
Later, ah, then?
[ Talking had been a bad idea, all he wanted now was to immerse himself in sensation, to be swept away and reach swift completion.
But there would be a later, a next time. ]
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