Share and Share Alike (FFVII: Zack, Cloud x Tifa [PG])
Title: Share and Share Alike
Author: windrider1
Rating: PG
Prompt:July 12th Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa/Zack: Jealously - "You really need to learn how to share your girl, Cloud."
Word count: 876
Warnings: None
AN: Takes place in an AU universe where Shin-Ra didn't go all screwy.
She was always smiling. That giddy, happy, I'm in love with the world smile. Every damn time he walked into their apartment and she was there, she was wearing it. It made him want to scream.
At first it didn't bother him. It was refreshing to see, and he was happy for his roommate. He'd finally snagged the hometown girl of his dreams. Zack had been cheering for Cloud for two years before the guy actually confessed to his childhood neighbor on a visit back to his hometown.
Zack had met Tifa once before then, on a Reactor visit in Nibleheim, and she'd been friendly enough. Charming, sweet, a bit nosy and a lot funny. He'd liked her, but at the time he couldn't say why his roommate was so head over heels. She was just another pretty face, and Zack Fair had a catalog of pretty faces under his belt-literally.
But now, he could see why. Now, while she was standing in their kitchen, humming as she stirred batter for the birthday cake she was making Cloud, Zack got it. He studied her covertly from his recliner seat, from behind his book, and made note that her prettiness had blossomed into something substantial, and he knew from two days worth of banter that her humor was dry and quick. She was still nosy but less 'in your face' about it and more in the 'if you talk I will listen' way that made Zack want to spill his guts to her.
He let his eyes wander when she bent to place the pan in the oven, and he admired the smooth curves the view offered. Cloud had told him that she taught martial arts in heir village, and her long legs and toned arms gave silent testament of the fact. Upon hearing that little tidbit, Zack's initial question had been “Don't her boobs get in the way?” because the girl was stacked.
Porno magazine, high-school fantasy stacked, and seemed completely oblivious to the fact. His question had earned him a sharp two fingered poke to the sternum and glacier eyed stares for the better part of a day. Sometimes Cloud was too sensitive, Zack mulled, absently rubbing the spot from memory.
In the kitchen, Tifa stretched, arms over her head, and her tank top rode the smooth plains of her stomach. Good Gods above, if he didn't know better, he'd swear she was deliberately trying to drive him nuts. But unfortunately, he did know better. Tifa, for all her looks and sensual appeal, was guileless and naïve, and so completely into Cloud that even his Fair Grin did nothing more than get her to smile back. No blush. No lowering lashes. No breathless little kissy face that every other female on the planet did when he flashed his dimple.
He flicked the page of his book angrily, his eyes narrowed on her as she piled the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. As if suddenly sensing his scrutiny, she turned her head. Over the top of his book he met her stare.
“Wanna play a game?” she asked, suddenly.
Zack blinked, blood rushing. He discreetly placed his book face down on his lap and cocked a brow at her. “What...uh, what kind of game?” he cleared his throat. Smoooooth, Fair.
“I like checkers,” she offered, striding into the living area.
Of course you do. “Oh.”
“Unless that's too boring,” she said, flopping back onto the couch. She curled one leg over the arm and leaned against the pillows. “Know of any fun games?”
Sweet Ifrit. “I can think of a few,” he told her, and wasn't at all surprised by the huskiness of his voice.
The sound of keys in the front door interrupted anything she may have said, and both turned to see Cloud pushing his way inside. “Hey,” he greeted, shutting the door with his heel.
“Cloud!” There was that damn smile again.
“You're home early,” Zack said, and tried not to make it sound like an accusation.
“Yeah, Angeal told me to take the day and enjoy it. Being my birthday and all,” Cloud shrugged his holster off, hung it up. “Something smells good.”
“That would be your surprise cake,” Tifa laughed, rising from the couch with her feline grace and making her way to where Cloud was removing his boots.
“You didn't have to,” he started, but she cut him off with her arms around his neck and a smiling kiss to his lips.
“I know. I wanted to.” Then, another, softer kiss. “What do you want to do with your unexpected day off?”
Zack watched Cloud's cheeks flush as his arms circled her waist. “I can think of a few things.”
I just bet you can.
Tifa gave a breathy laugh that made Zack glad he hadn't removed the book from his lap. Hand in hand she and Cloud started down the hallway. “Rain-check on the games, okay, Zack?” she called over her shoulder.
“Sure.” He gave a limp wave. As Cloud's bedroom door closed, he couldn't help but add, "You really need to learn how to share your girl, Cloud."
Author: windrider1
Rating: PG
Prompt:July 12th Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa/Zack: Jealously - "You really need to learn how to share your girl, Cloud."
Word count: 876
Warnings: None
AN: Takes place in an AU universe where Shin-Ra didn't go all screwy.
She was always smiling. That giddy, happy, I'm in love with the world smile. Every damn time he walked into their apartment and she was there, she was wearing it. It made him want to scream.
At first it didn't bother him. It was refreshing to see, and he was happy for his roommate. He'd finally snagged the hometown girl of his dreams. Zack had been cheering for Cloud for two years before the guy actually confessed to his childhood neighbor on a visit back to his hometown.
Zack had met Tifa once before then, on a Reactor visit in Nibleheim, and she'd been friendly enough. Charming, sweet, a bit nosy and a lot funny. He'd liked her, but at the time he couldn't say why his roommate was so head over heels. She was just another pretty face, and Zack Fair had a catalog of pretty faces under his belt-literally.
But now, he could see why. Now, while she was standing in their kitchen, humming as she stirred batter for the birthday cake she was making Cloud, Zack got it. He studied her covertly from his recliner seat, from behind his book, and made note that her prettiness had blossomed into something substantial, and he knew from two days worth of banter that her humor was dry and quick. She was still nosy but less 'in your face' about it and more in the 'if you talk I will listen' way that made Zack want to spill his guts to her.
He let his eyes wander when she bent to place the pan in the oven, and he admired the smooth curves the view offered. Cloud had told him that she taught martial arts in heir village, and her long legs and toned arms gave silent testament of the fact. Upon hearing that little tidbit, Zack's initial question had been “Don't her boobs get in the way?” because the girl was stacked.
Porno magazine, high-school fantasy stacked, and seemed completely oblivious to the fact. His question had earned him a sharp two fingered poke to the sternum and glacier eyed stares for the better part of a day. Sometimes Cloud was too sensitive, Zack mulled, absently rubbing the spot from memory.
In the kitchen, Tifa stretched, arms over her head, and her tank top rode the smooth plains of her stomach. Good Gods above, if he didn't know better, he'd swear she was deliberately trying to drive him nuts. But unfortunately, he did know better. Tifa, for all her looks and sensual appeal, was guileless and naïve, and so completely into Cloud that even his Fair Grin did nothing more than get her to smile back. No blush. No lowering lashes. No breathless little kissy face that every other female on the planet did when he flashed his dimple.
He flicked the page of his book angrily, his eyes narrowed on her as she piled the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. As if suddenly sensing his scrutiny, she turned her head. Over the top of his book he met her stare.
“Wanna play a game?” she asked, suddenly.
Zack blinked, blood rushing. He discreetly placed his book face down on his lap and cocked a brow at her. “What...uh, what kind of game?” he cleared his throat. Smoooooth, Fair.
“I like checkers,” she offered, striding into the living area.
Of course you do. “Oh.”
“Unless that's too boring,” she said, flopping back onto the couch. She curled one leg over the arm and leaned against the pillows. “Know of any fun games?”
Sweet Ifrit. “I can think of a few,” he told her, and wasn't at all surprised by the huskiness of his voice.
The sound of keys in the front door interrupted anything she may have said, and both turned to see Cloud pushing his way inside. “Hey,” he greeted, shutting the door with his heel.
“Cloud!” There was that damn smile again.
“You're home early,” Zack said, and tried not to make it sound like an accusation.
“Yeah, Angeal told me to take the day and enjoy it. Being my birthday and all,” Cloud shrugged his holster off, hung it up. “Something smells good.”
“That would be your surprise cake,” Tifa laughed, rising from the couch with her feline grace and making her way to where Cloud was removing his boots.
“You didn't have to,” he started, but she cut him off with her arms around his neck and a smiling kiss to his lips.
“I know. I wanted to.” Then, another, softer kiss. “What do you want to do with your unexpected day off?”
Zack watched Cloud's cheeks flush as his arms circled her waist. “I can think of a few things.”
I just bet you can.
Tifa gave a breathy laugh that made Zack glad he hadn't removed the book from his lap. Hand in hand she and Cloud started down the hallway. “Rain-check on the games, okay, Zack?” she called over her shoulder.
“Sure.” He gave a limp wave. As Cloud's bedroom door closed, he couldn't help but add, "You really need to learn how to share your girl, Cloud."