It was late, and Tifa had just finished closing up the bar to get ready for sleep. Marlene and Denzel were long-since tucked in, she'd taken a break around nine to take care of it, and she was now changing into a baggy t-shirt and long socks, effective enough to be comfortable and warm during Edge's chilling winters.

Rufus. Baby.

I'm sure there's a good explanation as to why these were in your room when I was cleaning?

Maybe I should save you the trouble of coming up with an excuse and just tell you Lady's spandex were also kicking around under your bed.

With the kids out at a friend's house, Tifa had chosen to leave the door unlocked. She was sitting up in her bedroom, wearing heels and lingerie she'd been embarrassed to buy under a baggy t-shirt (Rufus', if you must know). She was leaning against the wall just beside the doorway, biting her lip.

Christmas gifts! If you aren't included and feel you should be, just let me know~

Zack: Striped sweater and matching scarf.
Cloud: A warm jacket for while he's on his motorcycle all the time.
Rufus: Kinky Tifa ass.
Axel: A scarf with fire patterns on the ends. Chocolate.
Roxas: Checkered belt and tennis bracelet
Dark: A print of some eccentric ( Read more... )

. . . I... This...

Rufus, you . . . How did you...know?

It's beautiful...

...Zack, please.

We need to talk.

I... You... He...

Don't shut me out.

Tifa was anxious, pacing with anticipation of the knock at the window downstairs. She hadn't seen Rufus--at lea st, not while he was acting himself--for so long. Before the virus, even. She wasn't sure what she would say. The uncertainty of the whole situation weighed heavy on the forefront of her mind ( Read more... )

Rufus! You... are you...

Are you really back?

The door of the bar clicked shut and Tifa turned to look down the stairs, wondering who could be visiting. No one had called, and it was far too early for someone to be coming in for a drink. She sighed, tugging a hand through her hair and smoothing her overskirt as she headed down the stairs slowly to find out who it could possibly be.

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Tifa sighed, leaning against the wall of the inn at Nibelheim. She looked up at Dante hopefully, trying to read him. Of course, that was hopeless. He always bore the same expression, cocky and full of himself ( Read more... )