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[She was flexible. Years of training hadn't disappeared and her legs moved easily at his coaxing, rising even as she felt the dig of his fingers and shuddered in dark pleasure at it. He was so strong, so effortlessly strong and the control he had over it thrilled her just as much as the moments he lost it. There was no fear in her over that.

But the slow roll of his hips distracted her entirely and her head tipped back, lips parting again on a shaking inhale as the feeling of him inside her, moving inside her, testing and smooth, washed over her like a wave that made everything else slip out of her mind. It felt so good and she murmured something wordless. Last night he'd indulged her, indulged them both and she was still a little sore, body so long without something that it had needed to learn to stretch again. But the roll forward, the press of him even deeper was just like the stretch of a muscle and the tension felt good. Necessary. Her toes curled and in his hair her fingers curled again as well. She knew what came next but more - her body knew. And already she gave a shiver of anticipation.

that shiver wasn't hindered by that smirk against her skin either though. She loved his smirks, had always thrived on them, even back when they'd seemed odd and unusual when he'd first come back to her. Dangerous and confident and dark sin. He knew he had her, that she was hopelessly his - and she didn't mind at all. Either being entirely his - or him knowing it. His words though - oh... he could melt her heart. Somehow he could melt her heart and set her on fire all at the same time. Her eyes opened, head tilted to look at him, warm liquid mulled wine that sank down forever. And she smiled back even as she slowly rocked her hips for him.]

Oh, yes. Yes, please, Cloud.

[Coherent thought left him, flew from his mind like a bird out of a carelessly left open window as she moved for him, against him. As those eyes found him, deep pool of liquid fire that caused his heart to skip a beat and his hips to roll forwards without his consent, body suddenly acting of it's own accord, as if answering some silent, unheard call.

She was his entirely, completely her body a wonderland, a playground for his hands to caress and touch and his mouth to feast upon, all dangerous, breath taking curves and dark, sensual warmth. There was a certain sense of pride that accompanied someone giving themselves over to you so fully, to know that you held so much of what they were within your grasp. To know her surrender, her trust, her beauty, her love and her light. To know what it felt like to bury himself inside of her, to become lost within her body and her heart.

Torturous fingers tangled deeper, tugging eagerly on thick blond strands, sending electric pulses down the length of his spine, pain twisting and morphing into pleasure. Lips sought the solid ridge formed by her collar bone, tongue swiping across it, teeth nipping at thin flesh, prideful smirk only growing with each patch of red he left in his wake. Each mark was a sign, an imprint upon her, that she had been claimed and it would be forever before she was set free.]

[She knew what he was doing. Even as distracting as he was being between her legs, she still knew what he was doing with his mouth.

And she craved it completely.

His. She'd always been his. Even before she'd realized it a part of her had gone silent and waiting for him. Even when she'd been convinced he was dead, that he'd died on some pointless campaign or due to the SOLDIER program or simply forgotten her entirely and her town, the only thing that had promised to still connect them had burned. She'd told herself he was dead and if he wasn't dead, he was dead to her because he'd never find her, or even come for her, lost in the murk of the slums.

And still a part of her had stayed silent and shut down. Waiting.

It wasn't waiting anymore and he drew quiet stuttering sounds out of her as he left his trail of marks, his possession, across her vulnerable skin. His. He was finally claiming her as his for the world to see and if he'd done it before in his own quiet way by building a family with her, this... this spoke of a different kind of claiming. And she needed that.

Under him her hips rolled for him, finding a pace that felt good, that teased slow and coaxed long. Fingers in his hair tugged and kneaded in time with those strokes inside of her and her eyes closed again as she tipped her head back into the pillow. She was his. She was his and he was hers and she wanted the whole world to know it.

Protesting his marks was the last thing on her mind.]

[Endless pleasure filled his senses, sensual and deep, like the current of a river flowing through his blood stream. Each sense was alight, burning slowly, driven forward by the constant, aching need for more, more of her and everything they could only be together.

Everything about him was coming alive, slowly awakening after laying dormant for far too long. Those fingers tangled so perfectly within his hair were like life giving oxygen, stroking and fanning the flame of desire until they were freeing the bonds that held tightly wound self control, until he could no longer find the want to hold himself back, to stop himself from giving into her completely and utterly. Falling into her was like tumbling into pure light, into an ocean compromised of a million brilliant, shimmering stars, tumbling into breath taking, heart stopping oblivion.

And he couldn't stop it even if he tried.

Long, hard, smooth teasing movements, hips rolling forward into steady, fluid motions, even as control wavered, even as his body begged to be plunged into her, into that dark, sinful place of lust and want and heat and pleasure, that place which was scared, that place which would only ever be offered to him.]

Tifa - [Voice dark, like molten chocolate, deep gravel and liquid desire.]

[She shivered when he said her name. Cloud naturally had a devastating voice and more times than she thought he'd ever know, simply listening to him talk had done everything from fill her with courage and reassurance to drive her just a little mad with want for his touch. Saying her name the way he just had however...

some dark genie had granted every woman's most intimate wish to give him a voice like that. And possibly doomed the entire female population. Or - just her. He only used that voice for her.

She wanted to hear him do that a great deal more.

So her breath caught in her throat and her eyes, hazy with lust, opened for him.

They always had turned each others names into entire sonnets.]

Cloud - [It came out sighing, low, throaty, purring and it was a 'yes'.]

[Something snapped, like a rubber band pulled and coiled too tightly, something gave, flood gates opening and rushing forward until the already flimsy grip on his remaining control slipped and faded. One singular word transformed from something ordinary into something marvelous and exquisite, into an entire language, alluring and perfect. An entire world was contained within her voice, deep, rich honey over silken velvet and he could sink into it, become lost in those sounds.

Her voice was enough to drive a man insane. To seek out hearing their name called in that tone over and over and over, growing more and more desperate as time wore on. To know that they were the entire cause, to know that their's was the only name who would ever slip from those lips like passion filled sin.

Sharp teeth sunk into tender flesh roughly, nails scraping upwards along the subtle skin of her thigh, dangerous, feral marks of his overwhelming lust and desire.]

[Her breath backed up in her throat, just for a second, when she saw the break and flare in his electric blue eyes and everything inside her jumped and quivered, pulling impossibly tight. And excited. And then he was digging into her, marking her, claiming her, fierce and male and feral, and her whole body arched in response, head falling back with a caught inhale, eyes closing tight. She gave him her throat, complete submission, pure vulnerable surrender but it wasn't passive. Instead her shoulders pushed back, arched her chest to crush against the hard, wonderful planes of his. Around him her thighs tightened, feet curling, toes digging into the backs of his legs. And her fingers curled, dug nails into him, tight as a limpet, claws of need and encouragement, pulling his hair, leaving marks that bite against one shoulder blade. Under him, her hips hitched, jerked.

Her voice shook and it was soft and a little broken. But the need in it was bare for his ears and she didn't even try to hide it from him.]

oh. yes. Cloud - yes. yes please. more?

[Sound, desperate and feral, clawed it's way upwards, releasing from swollen lips to greet the air, half pleasure filled sonnet, half deep, low keening cry. Back arched impossibly further, seeking out that brilliant pull and tug of fingers twisted tightly within his hair, that slow bite of nails against already tingling skin. Pain, sharp and bitter, transformed into something brilliant and blinding, something that send his hips snapping forward, a silent answer to her call.

As much as he was taking, claiming, easing her into that absolute, trusting surrender, he was giving, letting himself fall into her, the descent slow and maddening. Those marks were proof, etched beautifully into once pristine, pale skin, a banner for all to see that he belonged to another, that his entire being hinged on that of another.

Everything, each movement, each touch was more passionate and intense now that it was illuminated by the blazing light of the morning sun. No longer did it feel like some secret sin to be hid away in the darkness, some mistake that they had both willing taken part in, fully accepting of whatever guilt was to come. Tanned skin glowed and shimmered in the golden rays, lips glimmered with unspoken invitation.

She was even more beautiful by daylight.]

Sure you can handle it?

[That snap of his hips had the sharp shudder moving entirely through her, danced her on the edge, maddening and delicious and necessary and she keened a sound in the back of her throat. Somewhere, far away, she realized that if they kept doing this they were going to have to find a place far away from children and friends. Because if he kept doing this, if they kept doing this, she was going to scream at some point. And somewhere that wasn't just upstairs from two unsuspecting children wasn't the place for that kind of thing.

But oh -

she was going to kill him.

Because he didn't keep up that amazing thrusting and her nails tightened on him even more. The noise he'd made was maddening, inflaming and when he spoke -

her eyes dragged open, molten and it took her a moment to get the meaning of his words past the need singing through her body and the pure wicked delight of simply hearing his voice rumbling against her ears and in her chest. When it did though

her eyes narrowed.

That cocky, son of a-

There was no way she was going to manage coherent words. She couldn't even manage coherent thoughts. And they bot knew it. But she already knew her answer and it was in the way she knotted fingers in his hair to drag his head down to her, lifting her own and bit his bottom lip.]

[Thick sparks of electric light exploded outwards, forming along the ridges of his spine and seeping outwards. Bright flames danced wildly, fueled by those fingers tangled within his hair, by those nails digging into tingling skin, by those sharp teeth sinking into the tender expanse of his bottom lip. Each one a silent answer to a question that he had all but forgotten.

Hips snapped forward quickly, harshly, all pure, feral reaction, followed by another deeper, more controlled movement, alternating teasingly between the two.

He wanted to hear her scream, wanted to be the one to draw that out of her, to be the sole object of her desire and passion. Wanted desperately to send her careening over that edge, where control was lost and all else faded, leaving him as the only image within her mind.]

[There was a sound at the snap of his hips and another lower one at the deeper, longer one that followed. Weak, needy sounds caught in her throat, pushed out against his lips as her own parted, shook with each dive forward, each drag back. If he made her scream, he could be the one to explain it to the children and Barret, because she was only, barely, remembering there was a vague reason she shouldn't be loud already.

But Cloud had always been the sole object of her desire and passion. Since long before he'd come to her bed. He'd secured his prominent place in her life far too early on, when she was far too young, and she'd never had anyone to drag her away from that. He'd been a silly girl's dream of a knight in shining armor and later a teenager's hope for a future that was more than what she had. The only time he hadn't been a vague star, distant and faint, for her to follow had been during the years she'd been buried under too much ash and soot and slum muck to think of stars - and when the stars had died for her so had anything that would have fallen in love or dreamed of passion.

Those hard, cold, empty nights - she'd never imagined that this would be at the end of them. And certain not this with his hips driving her mad and wiping her mind clear of anything but need and yes and friction and pressure and Cloud. Her fingers pressed in hard, her nails bit down hard and her body shook just as hard, right on the edge and barely holding on. Fighting to hold on.]

Cloud-

[All she wanted was release - and also for this to never end.]

[Somewhere, a far off distant voice whispered words of warning, of caution, gentle reminders of those who were wandering around below, oblivious to the actions that were taking place above their heads. Of Barret's rage and then children's confusion should these moments of secret, pleasure filled sin ever reach their ears, if they should ever gain knowledge of them. Memories of why they shouldn't, couldn't allow themselves to become wrapped up in each other, in this moment, why those sounds could never escape the momentary pocket of peace they had found themselves in.

And so his mouth stayed firmly in place upon hers, eagerly swallowing each deep, desperate moan and each needy, hunger filled cry. Soaking them in, memorizing their tone to perfection, allowing them to play over and over and over within his mind until all ease faded and he was falling, sinking, drowning in nothing but her. Teetering dangerously, one foot on the edge and slipping, one foot already loose and dangling.]

Tifa -

[Mouth moving against her own, tongue sweeping across swollen, battered sweet as candy lips, hips snapping forward, nails digging into sweat soaked skin.]

[She couldn't think. Couldn't even breathe. Cloud didn't just become her world, he swallowed it whole and completely. She was never - never - going to get enough, never going to be satisfied - and yet, she'd never felt so complete and whole. The bite of his nails, the jerk of his hips, the feeling of him moving inside of her, his lips, the burning heat of his tongue -

even the tickle of his hair where it feel against her face -

He said her name, gave a thrust - and she utterly came apart for him, spools of unraveling light and color and a burst of relief and tension and ecstasy. The jerk and shudder and release and her whole body sang and shivered and arched and melted. Against his mouth the sound she made was high and keening, something faint because her throat was so tight. Of course she'd known what to expect, they'd just done this the night before but it still caught her by surprise somehow and her eyes were pure caught red before they closed.

So good. So necessary. Nothing she'd ever done to herself had come close. Suddenly boneless, her hands lost their death grip on him and went lax. It took all her strength just to weakly whisper his name.]

[Everything was falling apart, shuddering and shattering, the entire world collapsing and landing in sharp, jagged pieces around them. A million brilliant pin points of light exploded before his eyes, a dazzling display unmatched by anything his memory or imagination could possibly conjure. Muscles constricted, coiling and binding tightly, struggling against the oncoming waves. Heart pounded rapidly against sore, aching ribs, lungs burned with a desperate need for life giving oxygen.

And then those waves were crashing against the shore and dragging him out to sea.

Hips stilled as the tight cord of tension snapped, as pleasure filled his sense, flooding each one simultaneously. This must be what insanity feels like, for surely no man could experience such beauty, such ecstasy and not be driven a little mad by it.

Back arched, buried deep within her, lips pressed firmly against her pulse point, muffling some deep, feral cry that rose up without his consent, releasing against her skin.]

[It was possible, through the hazy filter of her thoughts, that she loved him coming inside her for his reactions even more than the amazing way it made her feel. Feeling him lose himself, give himself up completely to what they were, feeling the tension sing through him and then the jerk and rush of his relief inside of her -

Lost in foggy bliss, Tifa could still enjoy the reactions entirely and if anything it almost felt like a small second orgasm on her part in response, a shudder and tremble that went through her, a wash of contentment and pleasure. The sound he made against her, into her skin - it was a second release for her, dark and swallowing, filling her heart just as much as her body.

She'd give just about everything to hear him make that noise again for her...

Light her hands stroked, over his hair, his shoulders, and she left her eyes shut, soaked in the glow he'd given her and utterly sated and content.

Her lips curled into a soft smile in her utterly peaceful face.]

[Muscles trembled, weak from exertion, shuddering, struggling to remain upright and not simply collapse down upon her, fight a battle that is quickly lost. Breath coming in deep, rapid pants, trying to slow the pounding of his heart. Each inch of skin tingled, alight with electric fire, remnants of pleasure coursing through his system.

Cheek coming to rest against the swell of her chest, fingers searching for hers and intertwining, holding them against the cool expanse of sheet. It had only been mere hours since he'd been within her and yet it felt as if an entire lifetime had passed since that moment and this one. And try as he might, he couldn't quite figure out how he would possibly sustain himself until the day gave way to darkness and he could sink back into her warmth.

Suddenly, the sounds of life coming from below rose up, meeting his ears and reminding him of the life they led outside of this room, outside of their cocoon of peace they had found themselves relishing in. Denzel was chattering on about something, Marlene happily responding each time he paused, voices alight with excitement.

He didn't want to leave her.]

[Finally... finally she was finished. When his weight settled onto her and his cheek found her chest, when his fingers meshed with hers and stilled them -

then she was finally done. Her eyes stayed shut and under his her body relaxed completely.

If anyone had told her, only a day ago, that this was doing to be her morning...

...so many years with him inside of her and now he'd spilled into her twice in less than the space of a full night...

The smile spread a little more, heart giddy and body lethargic.

Maybe she could tempt him into staying in bed all day -

Except she couldn't. They couldn't. At some point it belatedly occurred to her that someone would come looking for her at least. Or him if they went outside and realized Fenrir was still there. They probably had a little time left at least but - ]

Do you think they'd leave me alone in here if I told them I was sick?

[It would have been a rather good idea, but knowing just who was currently occupying the floor below them, it was far more likely to back fire than to succeed. Marlene and Denzel would be worried and would insist on fretting over and taking care of her. Barret would tell her to remain in bed, that he and Cloud could handle everything for a day or two.

It was far better to simply slip quietly from one another, for him to go back to his room and to pretend, for the rest of the world, that the previous events hadn't taken place. That everything was just as it was, just as it always had been.]

Doubt it.

[Shifting carefully, slowly, he brought himself upwards, hovering above just as he had in those moment's of wile abandon and passion, only this time there was a certain hint of smugness written across his face, more than apparently in those swirling blue depth and that playful, teasing smirk.]

Think you can make it until tonight?

[Her eyes opened half-way when he lifted himself just a little off of her and she missed his weight. Seeing that look on his face and in his eyes though - and being so very recently reminded of what him in that position over her could mean, she shivered a little in pleasure though.

And he had every right to feel smug. She suspected that she looked like a very well loved woman under him, with his marks on her skin and her hair a mess and her skin glowing if the way she felt was any indication. He'd thoroughly used and sated her and if she didn't act like the cat that had found the cream for the rest of the day in response, she'd be surprised.

The heat and pink did flush across her cheeks though at his challenge. Because - this was real, wasn't it? And the look in his fire blue eyes suggested her was already looking forward to tonight. It made her feel shy - and utterly delighted. And eager. But she could hardly let him get away with it unchallenged and so she shifted her hips, reminder that he was still inside her and hummed something soft and throaty.]

Depends. On how good you are at keeping your hands to yourself today.

[Those words combined with slow, teasing shift of her hips had him growling, low and deep, small sparks of electric light dancing along the length of his spine and soaring across heated skin. How was he possibly supposed to accomplish keeping his hands to himself when everything about her drove him crazy?

That smooth as silk and rich as warm honey voice and those molten lava infused eyes and those subtle, alluring curves that begged for his attention.

Once he'd fallen into her, he knew he'd never be able to claw his way back out.]

Depends. How good do you want me to be?

[That growl sent the shiver full body through her no matter how she might try to hide it and her pupils grew dark in her eyes.

They'd just finished - and already a part of her wanted it again. This - couldn't be the way it usually was. There was no way that people were normally like this when they finally fell into each other. No one would ever get anything done if this was the way it was supposed to be.

But his question had the tightening in her stomach, had her, body exhausted, still thrumming with deep satisfaction at the sound of his voice and the things he'd said.

The pink spilled back across her cheeks and a smile trembled on her lips.]

Just good enough not to get us in trouble with the kids?

Might be kinda difficult.

[Nothing ever quite got past Marlene and Denzel, but considering they had the added distraction of Barret, it was all too possible for them to be naughty in ways they normally couldn't be. For them to steal secret little touches and quick moment's of intimacy, each carrying along with it a promise of something deeper, of something more.

How long would it be like this? How long would they not be able to keep their hands from each other? How long would he simply see her and have desire so strong well up within him? Surely it couldn't last forever. Surely it would fade with time and things would settle into a new sense of normal.

One where they were together instead of one of them remaining steadfast and true while the other ran from what had always been there waiting.]

[The answer bubbles a sound up, something like a laugh and her eyes curve as her hands lift to cup his face. Leaning up, just a little, just enough to rub the tip of her nose against his, she simply whispered:]

We are in so much trouble.

Only if they find out.

[He gives it less than forty eight hours until they all know, honestly.]

[Tifa's thoughts aren't far from Cloud's - but she's giving it decidedly less than forty eight hours.

After all, he's left some marks on her that her clothes aren't going to cover.

He gets a quick kiss and then her hands move to his shoulders. It's not a push. She hasn't got that much self-discipline but if they stay there maybe she won't reach for him if he tries to leave.]

We should probably head down to the kitchen.

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