Bad Ideas

[sissyhiyah]

Fandom:  Crossover
Pairing:
Threesome: 
Foursome:  Jihl/Tifa/Lulu/?
Prompt:  Mystery
Word Count:  400

Note:  Jihl, Tifa, and Lulu all have glorious hair and enormous knockers.  I drool everytime I see them.  They'd make a great shampoo commercial together.

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Jihl woke up, couldn't breathe, and just knew that last night had been a bad idea. She had been drinking, after all, and her bad ideas often seemed like good ideas, and the better the idea sounded when intoxicated, the worse it turned out to be when sober. That was alcoholic logic.

Still...

There was just something about Tifa and tequila, Lulu and luau-lube that didn't sound bad no matter how many times she tried to make herself believe it, even when stone-sober.

She blinked twice, stretched once, and tried to ignore the fact that somebody's thighs were on her cheeks and another somebody's arm was around her waist. It would have been very confusing indeed, except she distinctly recalled slathering that delicious pineapple-and-coconut oil on the older girl's hips before she took a fun ride on the Spira Sin Wagon.

So...the hot thighs on her face belonged to the hot gal from the tropics. That was one mysterious set of legs (and one luscious set of knockers) sorted out from the tangle of limbs and thongs.

That meant that the arm on her waist belonged to the fist that had such delicate fingertips.

Hoo boy. Jihl winced when she recalled those hands on her upper arms, how they gripped and flexed and pinched and...I'll be damned! She left marks on me! I'll kill the bitch! I've not been bruised since I was a private and...Good God, she's moving south and...oh my! She is DEFINITELY not leaving a bruise down there!

So the Amazon boxer bitch was the one holding her waist so tenderly to her warm, soft body. Another mystery solved.

It had been fun, but Jihl had countries to conquer. She pushed Coconuts off of her face and removed Boxing Betty's arm from her waist, but found that she was still trapped in the comfortable bed by her own blonde hair.

Who the bloody hell braided us together?

What was so damned confusing was how they had managed to get all three of their long manes into a single braid. She had been tipsy, true, but not nearly hammered enough to forget that one of them was braiding the other two to her long hair. Chestnut, ebony, and gold made for one hell of an impressive ribbon, but none of them were flexible enough to move quite that...

FLUSH....

Jihl jumped.

Who the hell was in the bathroom?