Rude- Homecoming
Title: Homecoming
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Claim: Rude
Characters: Rude, Tifa, Senna (OC)
Prompt: 38) Shower
Word Count: 879
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut
He came home to the sound of the shower running. By then their daughter was safely tucked in bed, most likely dreaming whatever kind of a dream it was that babies under the age of six months dreamt about.
He made his way up the stairs slowly, pausing quickly in his daughter’s room, gazing down at her beautiful little face as she slept, one little hand curled into a fist. He reached out, running a finger down the side of her cheek, still fascinated, even now, that he had helped create such a beautiful little creature. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, wishing her a goodnight, then headed down the hall to his bedroom, stripping off his uniform as he went.
He stopped in the bathroom doorway to watch her shadow through the shower curtain. He was amazed by her beauty, and with a sigh, he stepped into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain, stepping in behind her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her back against him. She sighed softly, turning her head to nuzzle his neck. “You’re home.”
”So I am.”
“I’m glad.”
He ran his fingers through her wet hair, turning to kiss her forehead. “How was your day?”
“Good.”
“Did Senna act up today?”
“Not at all. She was a perfect angel.”
He smiled against her neck. “That’s because she loves her mother.”
“She loves her father, too.”
“I know she does, sweetheart.”
He turned her to face him, pressing a kiss to her lips, arms sliding around her waist as hers went up to wrap around his neck. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.
She smiled, tilting her head back slightly. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
He pressed his lips against her neck, holding her close to him with a sigh. She was always the most beautiful woman in the world to him, sweet and caring and unbelievably sexual. She sighed softly, tilting her head further to the side to give him better access to her neck.
He turned them so their positions were switched and backed her up against the wall, hands sliding around to her hips as his lips stayed against her neck. His fingers splayed against her moist skin, then one slid down, sliding down to rest between her legs. She gasped softly, fingers pressing firmly into his shoulders. He began to stroke her then, rubbing her softly with a chuckle as she squirmed and moaned softly.
His lips pressed against hers, sliding a finger inside of her, touching, stroking, swallowing her moans and breathy panting.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told her softly, leaning down to press a kiss against her collarbone. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” His head dipped lower, pressing a kiss to one of her pert nipples. “I could never love anyone like I love you.”
He slid his hand out from between her legs, kissing her again, firmer, deeply, lifting her up slightly against the wall and sliding inside of her. She pulled her mouth away from his with a ragged cry, arms planted tightly around his shoulders to maintain balance as he started to move inside of her. Her legs went around his waist, her face pressed against his shoulder as the water pelted down on his back, once hot but gradually cooling.
His movements started out slow and tender, barely moving, just enough to let her know he was doing so as she turned her head and kissed him repeatedly, softy and caring. It were the soft kisses like those that drove him insane, made his knees feel weak and his head spin.
She bit his lip softly, drawing a low groan from his throat. He pressed his lips against her more firmly, his thrust becoming faster, deeper. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, hips arching slightly up to meet his, her whole body starting to tingle with the first hints at her approaching orgasm.
He pressed his lips against her neck again, sighing softly, thrusting deeply inside of her. She felt the tension in her stomach building as she was building up to orgasm. He reached down between them, flicking his thumb lazily across her clit over and over against until she tilted her head back against the wall, moaning his name softly as she clamped down around him.
He kissed her again, firmly, swallowing the last of her moan as he thrust inside of her again before reaching oblivion himself, empting himself inside of her with a grunt.
They stayed like that for a while, her pressed against the wall, him buried inside of her, until they regained their breath and he pulled slowly out of her, keeping his hands on her waist to make sure she could stand when he released her.
Once she was able to stand on her own, he kissed her, running his hands over her moist hair, pulling her close to hold him against her. “Come on, sweetheart,” he whispered against her temple. “Let’s dry off and go to bed.”
She nodded slightly, leaning up to kiss him. “What about Senna? Shouldn’t we check on her?”
“We’ll check on her before we go to bed.”
A slow smile spread across her face. “Okay. We’ll do that.”
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Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Claim: Rude
Characters: Rude, Tifa, Senna (OC)
Prompt: 38) Shower
Word Count: 879
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut
He came home to the sound of the shower running. By then their daughter was safely tucked in bed, most likely dreaming whatever kind of a dream it was that babies under the age of six months dreamt about.
He made his way up the stairs slowly, pausing quickly in his daughter’s room, gazing down at her beautiful little face as she slept, one little hand curled into a fist. He reached out, running a finger down the side of her cheek, still fascinated, even now, that he had helped create such a beautiful little creature. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, wishing her a goodnight, then headed down the hall to his bedroom, stripping off his uniform as he went.
He stopped in the bathroom doorway to watch her shadow through the shower curtain. He was amazed by her beauty, and with a sigh, he stepped into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain, stepping in behind her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her back against him. She sighed softly, turning her head to nuzzle his neck. “You’re home.”
”So I am.”
“I’m glad.”
He ran his fingers through her wet hair, turning to kiss her forehead. “How was your day?”
“Good.”
“Did Senna act up today?”
“Not at all. She was a perfect angel.”
He smiled against her neck. “That’s because she loves her mother.”
“She loves her father, too.”
“I know she does, sweetheart.”
He turned her to face him, pressing a kiss to her lips, arms sliding around her waist as hers went up to wrap around his neck. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.
She smiled, tilting her head back slightly. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
He pressed his lips against her neck, holding her close to him with a sigh. She was always the most beautiful woman in the world to him, sweet and caring and unbelievably sexual. She sighed softly, tilting her head further to the side to give him better access to her neck.
He turned them so their positions were switched and backed her up against the wall, hands sliding around to her hips as his lips stayed against her neck. His fingers splayed against her moist skin, then one slid down, sliding down to rest between her legs. She gasped softly, fingers pressing firmly into his shoulders. He began to stroke her then, rubbing her softly with a chuckle as she squirmed and moaned softly.
His lips pressed against hers, sliding a finger inside of her, touching, stroking, swallowing her moans and breathy panting.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told her softly, leaning down to press a kiss against her collarbone. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” His head dipped lower, pressing a kiss to one of her pert nipples. “I could never love anyone like I love you.”
He slid his hand out from between her legs, kissing her again, firmer, deeply, lifting her up slightly against the wall and sliding inside of her. She pulled her mouth away from his with a ragged cry, arms planted tightly around his shoulders to maintain balance as he started to move inside of her. Her legs went around his waist, her face pressed against his shoulder as the water pelted down on his back, once hot but gradually cooling.
His movements started out slow and tender, barely moving, just enough to let her know he was doing so as she turned her head and kissed him repeatedly, softy and caring. It were the soft kisses like those that drove him insane, made his knees feel weak and his head spin.
She bit his lip softly, drawing a low groan from his throat. He pressed his lips against her more firmly, his thrust becoming faster, deeper. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, hips arching slightly up to meet his, her whole body starting to tingle with the first hints at her approaching orgasm.
He pressed his lips against her neck again, sighing softly, thrusting deeply inside of her. She felt the tension in her stomach building as she was building up to orgasm. He reached down between them, flicking his thumb lazily across her clit over and over against until she tilted her head back against the wall, moaning his name softly as she clamped down around him.
He kissed her again, firmly, swallowing the last of her moan as he thrust inside of her again before reaching oblivion himself, empting himself inside of her with a grunt.
They stayed like that for a while, her pressed against the wall, him buried inside of her, until they regained their breath and he pulled slowly out of her, keeping his hands on her waist to make sure she could stand when he released her.
Once she was able to stand on her own, he kissed her, running his hands over her moist hair, pulling her close to hold him against her. “Come on, sweetheart,” he whispered against her temple. “Let’s dry off and go to bed.”
She nodded slightly, leaning up to kiss him. “What about Senna? Shouldn’t we check on her?”
“We’ll check on her before we go to bed.”
A slow smile spread across her face. “Okay. We’ll do that.”
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