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[meteorrains]

[Morning.

Bright streaks of yellow poured inwards through cracks in tightly closed curtains, dancing over pale, bare skin and stark, blond strands. Night's chill had vanished, traveling along with the looming darkness and silence, leaving behind a warmth and bustle of sound. Birds chirped rapidly, perched precariously atop the building. An engine roared to life, children laughed as they were awoken, meeting the fresh new day with joy and vigor.

Morning.

A new day. A new start. A new chance. A new opportunity.

Everything that would normally send him startling away fell away, lost in the peaceful haze of sleep. It was strange. Feeling this warm, this at peace, this content was strange. Not startling awake suddenly, not awaking long before anyone else could so he could slip away unnoticed without the burden of questions that had no answers.

And so he gave in. Gave in and relished in the gentle lull of rest, in the sounds of soft breathing, in the comfort of her pressed in snug against him, allowing the rest of the world to fall away.]

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[meteorrains]

[It was impossible to contain the sound that clawed it's was upwards, something deep and feral, releasing on parted lips, tongue sneaking out in the next instant, sinking into the dark, welcome cavern of her mouth. Tangling with her own, flattening teasingly against the wet appendage, forward and back, a promising imitation of a much more intimate act.

It was impossible to remember those who slept just a single floor above them, separated only by thin layers of wood and blissfully closed doors. Difficult to remember they were supposed to be keeping this all a secret, something that was known only to them.

Impossible to fight against the desire to press her against the bar, to sink into her, to take her, to make her his.

They were definitely not making it up stairs.

Shifting, full combined weight resting upon one leg, he lifted the other, nudging sharply against the wooden door, sighing in relief when it swept closed. Honestly, he no longer cared who saw, who heard, who knew. Any shame that may have once reared it's ugly head had vanished, replaced entirely with desperate, pulsating, undeniable need.

Fingers tightened against her thighs, squeezing, one slipping upwards over the long, flat plane of her back, finding thick, dark locks and tangling, tugging, intent on angling her head back, on presenting more warmed honey touched skin for his attention. Lips fell away from her own, tracing along the strong line of her jaw, seeking out a pulse point, teeth sinking into the tender flesh.]

[velvet_iron]

[He had her body shivering already, too much emotion, too much physical sensation all at once and yet nothing inside of her tried to back away from that overwhelming rush or the way it pulled her taut and desperate in an instant. This was Cloud. Cloud that she'd longed for for so long, that she'd loved for so long and there were no defenses against him.

No desire to stem what was years worth of waiting and wanting and need crashing down over her now.

She was hardly even aware when they moved, body trying to fit more perfectly to his, lost in the feel of being in his arms, pressed tight against him again. And the stroke and plunge of his tongue definitely had the shiver moving through her stronger, body feeling as if he was already stroking lower and her nails tightened on him, against his shoulder, in his hair.

She surrendered her throat completely to him when he tugged, ancient feral reaction, move pressing her chest closer against his, feeling the strangely erotic harshness of buckles through the leather. And it was a cry, soft though it was, when he teeth sank in, longing and need and relief.

She'd waited all day for this and it felt like years. Waiting to be claimed, waiting to be taken, waiting to surrender and give and lose herself in taking. Her legs hitched a bit more against him and against his back, her fingers pulled and tugged, bunching the fabric of his shirt up, wanting skin and heat and friction and mind too shattered with relief and need to focus enough to be methodical about it. His name was a desperate, needy, relieved sound when it slipped out.]

[meteorrains]

[Someone was going to hear them.

Someone was going to hear her cries and come rushing down the stairs, be it Barret with his loud stomps and boisterous manner and booming voice and the stern lecture that would follow about how there were children living and sleeping directly above them and how if he ever caught wind that either of them had stumbled upon them and discovered things they shouldn't he would make them both incredibly sorry. Or one of the children, concerned or even frightening by sounds they didn't understand, barely brave enough to come investigate if only for their own peace of mind.

Someone was going to hear them and he'd be forced to part from her, to staunchly deny it having been what it appeared, to apologize for something he felt no shame over. Would climb the stairs and enter his room and spend the rest of the night alone, body aching with desperate need that fantasies and his own hand could never quite satisfy. Because he had tasted the forbidden fruit, had swam within her waters, knew of her heat, of the pleasure her body was capable of giving. Nothing would ever come close to matching it. ]

Tifa - [Her name fell from his lips like a song, like worship of those two perfectly paired syllables. Separating was like an electric shock searing along the length of his spine, raging flames fanning in answer, heat curling within his body and within his heart.

Denying them even for another moment seemed almost cruel, an entire lifetime having passed since the moment they parted. Hands slipped from their positions, careful in his attempt to set her back upon the ground, no more willing to jeopardize her safety and well being then the knowledge of their new found relationship.

Voice low, fire blue eyes darkened and glazed into sapphires twinkling under the moon light, sharp teeth nipping into the swollen flesh of his bottom lip, slowly releasing it, a teasing promise to accompany his words.] I meant it when I said I wanted you in the shower.

[velvet_iron]

[Her whole body shuddered when he said her name in his voice of gravel and dark velvet sin. She'd been in love with his voice for so long and the sound of it was almost a physical stroke. The next thing she did though was hiss, teeth baring, lips pulling back, eyes squeezing closed. Because he wasn't pressing closer and the last thing she wanted was to be parted from him. It was almost physical pain and that was ridiculous. They'd been physically close plenty of time before. She shouldn't be so desperate for him now. Just because something had changed.

Because everything had changed.

One leg obeyed, slipped enough to dangle a sneaker against the floor but the other was reluctant and her eyes felt just as reluctant about opening. He wasn't going to tell her no. Not when he said her name that way, after he'd bolted the stairs and swept her up and kissed her the way he had. She knew he wasn't going to tell her no.

But he was stopping them and the bolt of irrational fear through her chest, that she'd been given too much, that she'd been too happy, that good things ended - it was cold enough and sharp enough to have her opening her eyes. The hand in his hair slipped down to curl in the fabric at the front of his shirt.

And oh. Oh... that look in his eyes. Her stomach tripped over itself, palms tingling, heat flushing through her. Oh, it was a good thing she knew that he only looked at her with eyes like that. He could bring the world to its knees with eyes like that.

She swallowed, dry, against his words. And the embarrassment flushed through her but the little smile struggled up too, fluttering at the edges of her lips. He had asked her to be in the shower.]

I got impatient.

[Her eyes apologized - and yet laughed and didn't apologize at all at the same time. And her other leg slipped down. Her nails trailed against his scalp though, caught and tugged strands of gold hair against the back of his head.

Even with the promise of a reward, it was still very hard to let go.]

How long are you going to take once I get up there?

[meteorrains]

[What exactly had he been expecting? For her to willingly part with him, to give in to his every whim while having none of her own. Those nails scratched an impossible itch, making him arch into her touch, making his breath catch within his throat at the tug of those fingers. Made his body heat impossibly further, instantly regretting relinquishing his hold upon her. It would have been so easy to simply have carried her over to the freshly polished bar, to deposit her upon it and sink into the warmth so willingly and beautifully provided.

But patience was a virtue that would be rewarded, far better than giving into primal, feral urges.]

Five minutes. [Just long enough for the water to heat and for the sound to mask that of opening and closing doors. Just long enough for anyone who may have been disturbed from the sound to settle and not be further prodded into coming to investigate.] Five minutes and I'll come to you.

[velvet_iron]

[The truth was that she didn't mind giving in to his whims at all. Firstly because they were so enjoyable for her too and secondly because the way he reacted when she did was incredibly erotic and satisfying at the same time. He had said he wanted to come in on her in the shower and she didn't mind giving him that fantasy physically at all.

She liked that he thought of her that way, in fact...

Besides... if she gave him his fantasies maybe he'd return the favor. She did have one involving Fenrir that - ]

Hmm. [It was a little weak but she nodded to show she agreed. She was still a little weak legged from the image of him charging up the stairs to get to her, as eager as she was and it brought the smile back. Made her heart beat light and high in her chest. He wanted this. They were really doing this. He really did want her that way after all.] Five minutes.

[And she didn't even try to make it sound like anything but what it was, need and impatience. And then she darted up on her toes to nip his tempting lower lip and whisper:]

I might even be brave enough let you watch.

[against his ear before turning and silently sprinting up the stairs to the second floor, hair swinging behind her.]