Raw kisses - Part 2 (Cloti - FFVII)
Renting a room had never seemed like such a process, and Cloud was conscious that it was the middle of the afternoon and thus not quite a normal time for it, but Tifa and him were both tired and also horny, so conventions were out the window. They still stepped into the room awkwardly, Cloud focusing on locking the door while Tifa tiptoed around the place, closing the blinds first, turning on one of the night table’s lamp and then staring at the carpeted floor wondering if they hadn’t lost their mind. They were running away from Shinra, still sporting heavy bruises from their most recent encounters with monsters affected by Mako, and she could tell Cloud was sometimes even more confused then she was.
He made a very different sweep of the place, checking under the bed, inside the closets and the bathroom. He’d done the same in the small suit they’d gotten.
“We might have to go out and kill some things to gather money for this,” he observed as he came back to the bedroom.
Tifa shrugged, hoping she looked nonchalant.
“Would make a good excuse though. We can buy extra provisions too.”
He smirked at that, crossing his arms over his chest and giving her a quick once-over, not trying to hide it. She couldn’t remember feeling him checking her out before, but it brought back the butterflies and excitement from the kisses earlier.
“I… I think I should take a shower,” she managed.
Cloud’s smile was fragile but refusing to leave, his eyes glued to hers as he spoke.
“I could use one too.”
Tifa held her breath. Warm knots were snapping in her lower stomach, her cheeks too warm.
“Are you going to take that sword with you?” she teased him.
“I’ll leave it by the counter?” he offered, knowing how bad it sounded.
She giggled, soon realizing he was serious.
“Cloud!”
He ran a nervous hand through his hair.
“I don’t like leaving it out of my sight. I’ve had some pretty shitty luck before,” he added, sounding less defensive as he took the sword off his back.
“Can you balance it to be sure it won’t fall?”
“We can also take turns,” he offered sheepishly.
Tifa shook her head, sensing her nervousness growing. This would be too awkward for her heart. To know he was waiting on her. She wanted him close and feeling good with her, she wanted more of his voice, even if he wouldn’t give her words.
“Come with me now,” she said, her hand reaching out.
His eyes stared at her offered palm for the briefest time, then coming back to her. They were so green. So blue. She was starting to forget how they’d looked before the mako. He was holding her hand now, which was her cue to move, so she tugged him along, holding back on a nervous laugh as she led him to the bathroom, throwing glances at him as though to make sure this was happening.
He settled the sword by the counter as promised, in such a way only an earthquake should make it fall. He dropped his shoulder plate with less care, Tifa taking off her gloves and suspenders. She paused at this point, wondering if the nervous feeling would go away or if she was going to have to handle it until they’d both be naked. The though made her skin flare with heat, Cloud’s bare hands making her jump as he reached for her waist. Her back was to his chest.
“Hey. We don’t have to do anything,” he assured her.
“I know. But I want to do things,” she found herself saying, leaning back and raising her head to try and peer back at him. He turned her around in his arms, his next exhale coming out a little rough.
“What things?”
She cupped his face with both hands, pulling him into a kiss, feeling the nervousness dying down as he answered her touch with a rumbling fire. She had questions for him, since there was no way these few weeks together had been enough to ignite such passion and need, she was barely understanding herself. Right now, he was barely allowing her air, her name sounding so much better on his voice.
His hands went down the small of her back, cupping her ass through her skirt, Tifa gasping as he lifted her off the floor to have her sitting on the counter, his arms on either side of her.
“Cloud…”
“Don’t let me turn wild,” he asked her, already feeling too wild as he guided her legs open to step closer to her. Her skirt rode painfully high and she wanted to warn him there were shorts under there, but he was kissing her, holding her close again, nuzzling at her lower lip in a way that made her shivers even stronger.
“Hmmm. Now I’m curious,” she moaned into his ear.
He blinked at her, taken aback.
“Tifa, don’t… tease me too much.”
She worried her lower lip, the sight nearly undoing him since her lips were already red and swollen from kissing him.
“That counts for it,” he warned her.
“Well then, tease me back. Just not too much. My nerves are so raw…”
Her hands were playing with the fabric of his shirt as she spoke, tugging it out of his pants. A look in her eyes and the pressure of her fingertips had him convinced. He took his hands off her to pull the shirt over his head, not wasting any time looking where the garment fell, hooking his fingers under the edge of her tank top.
She nodded at his silent question, lifting her arms up and arching her back, which only made his pants feel tighter over him. She was still kind even in such situations, unclasping her bra and taking it off herself, her hands barely enough to cover herself.
“Damn, Tifa…” He held both breasts from underneath, her hands dropping as he started fondling her.
She wanted to tease him but his fingers were feeling good, almost too good, so she gave herself up to his ministrations. She gasped when he squeezed her harder, managing a “sore” to which he apologized, leaning in to kiss her neck, sighing deeply into her skin as she wrapped her arms around his back.
“I think I’ll forget the shower at this rate,” he said, chuckling against her collarbone.
“I’d feel better if I was clean the first time we…”
“Yeah?”
He planted another kiss further down, Tifa struggling for balance as his hips were now far away from where she wanted them and he was pulling her closer to the edge of the counter.
“Cloud, this isn’t your first time, is it?”
“First time sober. Let’s not talk about it. Unless it’s your…”
She shook her head, swallowing back her shock. Why had she thought he hadn’t met some pretty girl out there as he became a soldier? The sober comment worried her, but she couldn’t really be against drinking considering she used to be the owner of a bar. It was still hard to think of it in the past tense. Cloud’s mouth closed around her left nipple, her voice a shuddering moan.
“Cloud, I’m…” she gasped under his touch, somehow getting through the sentence. “… I’m all sweaty…”
“I’m not really going to help you with that,” he shot back, his hands roaming her sides, tracing her ribs and shivers.
“But if we do shower, we’ll both get fully naked.”
He made a sound she’d never heard of him, the mix of a grunt and a moan and it definitely sent things jumbling within her.
“Cloud, stand back up, please.”
He obliged her, kissing her once and twice since he could once more, Tifa smiling in between the kisses. He was as gentle as always, but she hadn’t expected him to be this affectionate. His hands seemed to need to touch her everywhere before pulling away, clearly still in a daze. As she slid off the counter, she noticed the dark-red scar in the middle of his chest, worry taking over. Hadn’t she felt a scar in his back that was quite similar. He had countless scars all over, she shouldn’t have been surprised, but this one seemed to attract her eyes more than the others. She following its edges with her fingertips, Cloud flinching.
“What happened?”
He audibly swallowed, his head shaking.
“What about you, Tifa? The inside of your hands…”
He picked her wrist off him, turning her hand around to give it a better look, her worry mirrored on his face now. Her palms were branded with deep burns.
“That’s… When I woke up in Nibelheim…”
She’d made something really stupid in her despair, which was why she hadn’t try to have her hands healed fully. She frowned, spotting twin scars on his own palms.
“Did you grab a sword with both hands?!”
“You got me there…” he sighed, shivering as she took it as her cue to examine his right hand.
The scars were softer than the rest of the skin, tender too despite the years and knowing those marks dated from the same time for them both… Cloud was torn once more with the urge to tell her, but his memories felt hazy and wrong. He opted for distracting her.
“You still liked my hands on you?”
“Oh Cloud. It’s your hands, of course I…”
Her voice broke, her heart clenching with warnings. But the words were out and his eyes looking too far into her, his shoulders drawing inward.
“I thought I scared you…”
“If I was scared, we wouldn’t be here…”
“I know, it’s…”
I’ll get worse. That’s how it goes when our blood turns.
Her hands pressed against his chest, drawing him back to the present. To her.
“I’m not scared.” She told him. “Not if you’re here with me.”
He pulled her flush against him, grateful for her skin and how warm she felt.
“Shower?”
“Shower,” she agreed.
To be continued…
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Well, there’s gonna be a part 3.... >(OwO)<