Drabble: Desire
Title: Desire, originally written for the kh_drabble, prompt 229, Favorite Body Part
Word Count: 524
Aerith knows that Tifa is finally home for a visit by the tell-tale thump thump thump careening down the staircase that's quickly followed by a not-completely-startled "eep" from the doorway. There's a momentary pause filled with a good natured sigh, and the buxom beauty comes waddling around the corner.
"Assist?" Tifa asks, bracing herself against the entrance to the kitchen. There was a Yuffie shaped lump clinging to her chest, arms and legs knotted around the woman's neck and hips. It's no secret that Tifa is exaggerating the lack of equilibrium, she could probably go out and fight a thousand heartless with Yuffie attached to her like that and never even know it.
Aerith considers the tickle attack for a moment, finally decides against it. Last time they tried to remove Yuffie by those means, she flailed so badly she managed to give herself a black eye.
"Yuffie, stop molesting Tifa."
Yuffie does that thing where she stares darkly over her shoulder. The effect is a bit lost thanks to her awkward pose, (Aerith finds it impossible to take baby monkeys even remotely serious) and says far too matter of factly, "I'm not molesting her. I'm absorbing some of her awesome boobage via osmosis. And besides, even if I were molesting her, she'd like it." She immediately went back to nestling her head against Tifa's neck.
"I think she's purring," Tifa mouthed the words, looking a little alarmed.
Aerith couldn't help but think along the lines of well, maybe that means it's working.
"You're blocking the doorway." King-no-nonsense-Leon had finally arrived. He gave the jumble of limbs a cursory glance, exhaled a tiny breath that equaled a monumental Leon sigh of exasperation, and ran one finger along the ridges of Yuffie's spine.
She made a helpless little noise as her limbs unknoted and she slipped gracelessly to the floor. "Damn it Leon! You are interrupting my quest for a bodacious bod!" Just when she looked ready to pounce on Tifa again, the question was finally posed.
"Why are you so obsessed with suddenly developing breasts?"
Yuffie blinked, once, and then twice, as if gathering her words. "I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm twelve," she finally conceded with slumped shoulders.
"Grow your hair out?" Aerith suggested gently. Yuffie shoots that idea down quickly, and reminds them all about the time she tried growing her hair out and everyone thought she was six instead.
It's Leon, of all people, who finally tugs on the string of logic to diffuse the situation (and thusly, allow Tifa to keep breathing as she normally does, which she enjoys. A lot.). He picks a spot on the ceiling to stare at, his back to the girls as he speaks. "If you had...more curves, you'd have even more difficulty getting through certain windows."
Yuffie's expression shifts to express untold loathing. "frecking windows." and she stalks off towards the living room, the subject dropped that easily.
Tifa is just about ready to profess her undying admiration of Leon's handling the situation, when Yuffie calls back from the other room, "you just like ogling the body of a twelve-year-old, shameless pervert Leon!"
Word Count: 524
Aerith knows that Tifa is finally home for a visit by the tell-tale thump thump thump careening down the staircase that's quickly followed by a not-completely-startled "eep" from the doorway. There's a momentary pause filled with a good natured sigh, and the buxom beauty comes waddling around the corner.
"Assist?" Tifa asks, bracing herself against the entrance to the kitchen. There was a Yuffie shaped lump clinging to her chest, arms and legs knotted around the woman's neck and hips. It's no secret that Tifa is exaggerating the lack of equilibrium, she could probably go out and fight a thousand heartless with Yuffie attached to her like that and never even know it.
Aerith considers the tickle attack for a moment, finally decides against it. Last time they tried to remove Yuffie by those means, she flailed so badly she managed to give herself a black eye.
"Yuffie, stop molesting Tifa."
Yuffie does that thing where she stares darkly over her shoulder. The effect is a bit lost thanks to her awkward pose, (Aerith finds it impossible to take baby monkeys even remotely serious) and says far too matter of factly, "I'm not molesting her. I'm absorbing some of her awesome boobage via osmosis. And besides, even if I were molesting her, she'd like it." She immediately went back to nestling her head against Tifa's neck.
"I think she's purring," Tifa mouthed the words, looking a little alarmed.
Aerith couldn't help but think along the lines of well, maybe that means it's working.
"You're blocking the doorway." King-no-nonsense-Leon had finally arrived. He gave the jumble of limbs a cursory glance, exhaled a tiny breath that equaled a monumental Leon sigh of exasperation, and ran one finger along the ridges of Yuffie's spine.
She made a helpless little noise as her limbs unknoted and she slipped gracelessly to the floor. "Damn it Leon! You are interrupting my quest for a bodacious bod!" Just when she looked ready to pounce on Tifa again, the question was finally posed.
"Why are you so obsessed with suddenly developing breasts?"
Yuffie blinked, once, and then twice, as if gathering her words. "I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm twelve," she finally conceded with slumped shoulders.
"Grow your hair out?" Aerith suggested gently. Yuffie shoots that idea down quickly, and reminds them all about the time she tried growing her hair out and everyone thought she was six instead.
It's Leon, of all people, who finally tugs on the string of logic to diffuse the situation (and thusly, allow Tifa to keep breathing as she normally does, which she enjoys. A lot.). He picks a spot on the ceiling to stare at, his back to the girls as he speaks. "If you had...more curves, you'd have even more difficulty getting through certain windows."
Yuffie's expression shifts to express untold loathing. "frecking windows." and she stalks off towards the living room, the subject dropped that easily.
Tifa is just about ready to profess her undying admiration of Leon's handling the situation, when Yuffie calls back from the other room, "you just like ogling the body of a twelve-year-old, shameless pervert Leon!"