Final Fantasy VII: Aeris/Sephiroth/Tifa
Title: Rebinding
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: R
Warnings: None really
Word count: 725
Summary: Aeris sees how this is getting the best of both worlds.
Sometimes, when she watched her two lovers, she thought that they were really more alike than they really wanted to be. It wasn't of course, anything to do with appearance. Of the two, she looked more like Sephiroth than Sephiroth looked like Tifa.
And she'd just not think about why that could possibly be. No, instead she'd study their attitudes, the way they reacted to things. Tifa could be selfish, but she was determined, strong, and really, when she'd seen them that morning so many months ago…
Well, she doubted that Tifa would have let Sephiroth go two steps if she herself hadn't had a tight grip on his wrist and was literally dragging him along after her. It seemed that physical reluctance was more welcome for winning her former girlfriend over than confidence was. At least that was the way it had been at first.
Just like Cloud had been bitter at Sephiroth, so Tifa had been, though where Tifa had more vitriol at him specifically… Cloud had since resigned himself to the man being in his life, and the only thing he offered was a tense relief that it seemed that she had the man under control. The blond seemed to think it was temporary, but he was, slowly, relaxing.
She, personally, thought they were being silly to hold on so tightly to the past, but she couldn’t really blame them. When you lost so much because of one person, it usually left a mark, even if that one person didn't value you near so much.
Now though. Well, now she had her Tifa and her Sephiroth in one place. One had never died, and the other she'd dragged back with her from the lifestream. Much as she'd come to love him, she just plain didn't trust the thing that had been plaguing him not to somehow re-emerge while she wasn't looking and make him do something stupid again.
Her only regret was that she hadn't found a way to bring Zack too, then everyone would have been happy with this, but sometimes, there was only so much a girl could manage to do. Though, at the moment she had to admit that she was rather satisfied with what she'd managed to do, especially since she never thought she'd be able to get these two particular lovers to do any better than sharing her. At least without her having to lead them every step of the way.
It seemed she'd been wrong about that, though it wasn't as though that was bad or anything, and she let her eyes roam over the results of skin, long contrasting hair, and lace. There was a lot of lace there too. In fact…
Tifa looked like she was about halfway out of some lacy thing and was having a little trouble. "It works better if he's the one doing the untying you know."
Her soft words got them both to look at her, and she took that as an invitation to approach, her fingers brushing over the curve of the other woman's chest as she moved to untangle the bow. Sephiroth was the one to talk first, though neither had looked away from her. "She wanted to do it on her own."
"We didn't know you were back yet." That murmur was from Tifa, who was starting to look far too embarrassed about the whole thing.
She couldn’t have that when they'd been doing so well, not at all. Leaning up, she kissed the other woman full on the lips, managing to get the laces untangled at last before she started to move away, nudging them towards each other. "Oh! My flowers didn't need that much work and they do fine on their own when I'm not there. But don't let me interrupt you two! I'll just be right over here."
Giving them a bright smile, she watched as her man leaned forward and murmured something to her woman, oh it was nice to be able to think like that again, and noted the way that whatever he said got a nod and an interested look.
The next moment, two pairs of rather matched determined expressions turned her way, and she found herself being dragged down with them. Apparently, she too needed to learn the fun in lace.
It was a good thing she didn't mind.
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: R
Warnings: None really
Word count: 725
Summary: Aeris sees how this is getting the best of both worlds.
Sometimes, when she watched her two lovers, she thought that they were really more alike than they really wanted to be. It wasn't of course, anything to do with appearance. Of the two, she looked more like Sephiroth than Sephiroth looked like Tifa.
And she'd just not think about why that could possibly be. No, instead she'd study their attitudes, the way they reacted to things. Tifa could be selfish, but she was determined, strong, and really, when she'd seen them that morning so many months ago…
Well, she doubted that Tifa would have let Sephiroth go two steps if she herself hadn't had a tight grip on his wrist and was literally dragging him along after her. It seemed that physical reluctance was more welcome for winning her former girlfriend over than confidence was. At least that was the way it had been at first.
Just like Cloud had been bitter at Sephiroth, so Tifa had been, though where Tifa had more vitriol at him specifically… Cloud had since resigned himself to the man being in his life, and the only thing he offered was a tense relief that it seemed that she had the man under control. The blond seemed to think it was temporary, but he was, slowly, relaxing.
She, personally, thought they were being silly to hold on so tightly to the past, but she couldn’t really blame them. When you lost so much because of one person, it usually left a mark, even if that one person didn't value you near so much.
Now though. Well, now she had her Tifa and her Sephiroth in one place. One had never died, and the other she'd dragged back with her from the lifestream. Much as she'd come to love him, she just plain didn't trust the thing that had been plaguing him not to somehow re-emerge while she wasn't looking and make him do something stupid again.
Her only regret was that she hadn't found a way to bring Zack too, then everyone would have been happy with this, but sometimes, there was only so much a girl could manage to do. Though, at the moment she had to admit that she was rather satisfied with what she'd managed to do, especially since she never thought she'd be able to get these two particular lovers to do any better than sharing her. At least without her having to lead them every step of the way.
It seemed she'd been wrong about that, though it wasn't as though that was bad or anything, and she let her eyes roam over the results of skin, long contrasting hair, and lace. There was a lot of lace there too. In fact…
Tifa looked like she was about halfway out of some lacy thing and was having a little trouble. "It works better if he's the one doing the untying you know."
Her soft words got them both to look at her, and she took that as an invitation to approach, her fingers brushing over the curve of the other woman's chest as she moved to untangle the bow. Sephiroth was the one to talk first, though neither had looked away from her. "She wanted to do it on her own."
"We didn't know you were back yet." That murmur was from Tifa, who was starting to look far too embarrassed about the whole thing.
She couldn’t have that when they'd been doing so well, not at all. Leaning up, she kissed the other woman full on the lips, managing to get the laces untangled at last before she started to move away, nudging them towards each other. "Oh! My flowers didn't need that much work and they do fine on their own when I'm not there. But don't let me interrupt you two! I'll just be right over here."
Giving them a bright smile, she watched as her man leaned forward and murmured something to her woman, oh it was nice to be able to think like that again, and noted the way that whatever he said got a nod and an interested look.
The next moment, two pairs of rather matched determined expressions turned her way, and she found herself being dragged down with them. Apparently, she too needed to learn the fun in lace.
It was a good thing she didn't mind.