Caught in the Act (Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, R)
Title: Caught in the Act
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: masturbation, mutual masturbation
Word count: 867
Prompt: FFVII:AC; Cloud x Tifa; Caught Masturbating; ~Explaining was less important than finishing.~
A/N: I'm late with this. Sorry.
Summary: Cloud and Tifa have a little fun.
Cloud side stepped the chocobo as it stood stamping the ground nervously and shouldered his way through the door of the Seventh Heaven. "Tifa? What are you doing with a chocobo tied up outside?"
The only answer was a crash and the breaking of glass behind the bar. Drawing his sword, he made a wide arc around the bar, moving slowly, ready for a monster--or even just a looter--to jump out at him. It was bad enough monsters had cropped up outside the city again. If they'd moved inside the city, everyone was in danger.
Rounding the bar, he leapt and thrust, only to find a red-faced Tifa with her shirt pulled up over her breasts, fingers pinching one nipple, her other hand down her pants. He caught himself, tripped over his own boots and fell sideways, sword clattering to the ground. He couldn't take his eyes off her, off the curves of her breasts, of the hint of dark curls beneath her hand.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, kicking himself mentally as soon as the words left his mouth. He shouldn't watch, but he couldn't take his eyes off her.
She licked her lips, smiled sheepishly, and gave her left breast a squeeze. Cloud smiled back, stupidly, he knew, but it was the best he could do considering his pants had suddenly cut off all blood to his brain. Crawling to his knees, he adjusted himself and stood, watching Tifa's hand make circular motions in her shorts.
"Maybe I should..." He glanced at the door. If he turned the OPEN sign to CLOSED he risked ruining her business. Still, how busy could it have been if she'd had time to...entertain herself...behind the bar?
"Join me?" she asked, spreading her legs just a bit wider.
He nodded, maybe a bit too anxiously, but he'd never seen this side of Tifa before. She'd always seemed more of a sister, but now, he realized, maybe she was more.
He dropped to his knees beside her, eager to touch, not knowing where to begin.
"You do me," she said, "and I'll do you." She rose to her knees, unfastened the belt at his waist.
She didn't seem to need an answer, so he didn't reply. He couldn't keep his eyes off her breasts. He'd always known they were large, but up close, they looked soft and touchable, the nipples pink and erect.
His hands wrapped around them. Tifa squeaked, leaning into his palms as he squeezed. She fumbled with his belt buckle and then whipped the zipper down on his pants. They dropped to their bottoms, side by side, his hands still wrapped around her breasts while hers plunged into his pants.
They were warm and strong. She had no qualms taking him in hand and stroking...harder, firmer, until he throbbed beneath her touch. He flipped her and rolled over her until they lay side by side on the floor. She never lost her grip on him, nor he on her.
He wondered if she was a virgin, if she always pleasured herself or if she'd taken a man to her bed. His hand wandered down between them, across her flat stomach, down to her panties. She gasped when his fingers slipped beneath the waist band and trailed across the damp curls, tangled in them before he worked one experimentally inside her.
Her back arched; she slammed her legs closed on his hand, rubbing up and down against him, moaning. Her grip on him tightened. It was his turn to moan. Heat pooled in his groin; his cock spasmed in her hand. She milked him faster, harder. He slipped two fingers--three--inside her, explored the wet heat there.
In the back of his mind, he heard the bell on the door jingle, but they were hidden from sight. Whoever had entered would think the bar empty and go away.
With each stroke of his penis, the tension inside him grew. Fingers wet, he searched for her pleasure point, rubbing, circling until she screamed. His movements grew more frantic. It was a race to see if they could come at the same time.
Moans and gasps and grunts filled the bar. Cloud leaned across her to capture her lips when she came with a shudder that set her whole body in motion. She took him with her, her fingernails dragging across his penis just before she let go.
He took himself in hand, jerked hard and fast until he sprayed across her bare stomach. His body bucked. Tension exploded into pleasure that spread throughout him.
He lay back on the floor, allowing the sensations to dissipate on their own, enjoying them until each and every one had faded, leaving him pleasantly spent. From the corner of his eye, he caught Tifa pulling her top down and zipping her shorts. She rose quickly. Clearing her throat, she kicked him in the side.
"Hey, what was that..."
She nodded to the bar. Cloud's eyes followed hers. Barrett, Vincent, and Cid all hung over the bar, eyes wide, grins plastered on their faces.
Cid snickered, smashing his smoke out on the bar. "I always told you he wasn't that big."
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: masturbation, mutual masturbation
Word count: 867
Prompt: FFVII:AC; Cloud x Tifa; Caught Masturbating; ~Explaining was less important than finishing.~
A/N: I'm late with this. Sorry.
Summary: Cloud and Tifa have a little fun.
Cloud side stepped the chocobo as it stood stamping the ground nervously and shouldered his way through the door of the Seventh Heaven. "Tifa? What are you doing with a chocobo tied up outside?"
The only answer was a crash and the breaking of glass behind the bar. Drawing his sword, he made a wide arc around the bar, moving slowly, ready for a monster--or even just a looter--to jump out at him. It was bad enough monsters had cropped up outside the city again. If they'd moved inside the city, everyone was in danger.
Rounding the bar, he leapt and thrust, only to find a red-faced Tifa with her shirt pulled up over her breasts, fingers pinching one nipple, her other hand down her pants. He caught himself, tripped over his own boots and fell sideways, sword clattering to the ground. He couldn't take his eyes off her, off the curves of her breasts, of the hint of dark curls beneath her hand.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, kicking himself mentally as soon as the words left his mouth. He shouldn't watch, but he couldn't take his eyes off her.
She licked her lips, smiled sheepishly, and gave her left breast a squeeze. Cloud smiled back, stupidly, he knew, but it was the best he could do considering his pants had suddenly cut off all blood to his brain. Crawling to his knees, he adjusted himself and stood, watching Tifa's hand make circular motions in her shorts.
"Maybe I should..." He glanced at the door. If he turned the OPEN sign to CLOSED he risked ruining her business. Still, how busy could it have been if she'd had time to...entertain herself...behind the bar?
"Join me?" she asked, spreading her legs just a bit wider.
He nodded, maybe a bit too anxiously, but he'd never seen this side of Tifa before. She'd always seemed more of a sister, but now, he realized, maybe she was more.
He dropped to his knees beside her, eager to touch, not knowing where to begin.
"You do me," she said, "and I'll do you." She rose to her knees, unfastened the belt at his waist.
She didn't seem to need an answer, so he didn't reply. He couldn't keep his eyes off her breasts. He'd always known they were large, but up close, they looked soft and touchable, the nipples pink and erect.
His hands wrapped around them. Tifa squeaked, leaning into his palms as he squeezed. She fumbled with his belt buckle and then whipped the zipper down on his pants. They dropped to their bottoms, side by side, his hands still wrapped around her breasts while hers plunged into his pants.
They were warm and strong. She had no qualms taking him in hand and stroking...harder, firmer, until he throbbed beneath her touch. He flipped her and rolled over her until they lay side by side on the floor. She never lost her grip on him, nor he on her.
He wondered if she was a virgin, if she always pleasured herself or if she'd taken a man to her bed. His hand wandered down between them, across her flat stomach, down to her panties. She gasped when his fingers slipped beneath the waist band and trailed across the damp curls, tangled in them before he worked one experimentally inside her.
Her back arched; she slammed her legs closed on his hand, rubbing up and down against him, moaning. Her grip on him tightened. It was his turn to moan. Heat pooled in his groin; his cock spasmed in her hand. She milked him faster, harder. He slipped two fingers--three--inside her, explored the wet heat there.
In the back of his mind, he heard the bell on the door jingle, but they were hidden from sight. Whoever had entered would think the bar empty and go away.
With each stroke of his penis, the tension inside him grew. Fingers wet, he searched for her pleasure point, rubbing, circling until she screamed. His movements grew more frantic. It was a race to see if they could come at the same time.
Moans and gasps and grunts filled the bar. Cloud leaned across her to capture her lips when she came with a shudder that set her whole body in motion. She took him with her, her fingernails dragging across his penis just before she let go.
He took himself in hand, jerked hard and fast until he sprayed across her bare stomach. His body bucked. Tension exploded into pleasure that spread throughout him.
He lay back on the floor, allowing the sensations to dissipate on their own, enjoying them until each and every one had faded, leaving him pleasantly spent. From the corner of his eye, he caught Tifa pulling her top down and zipping her shorts. She rose quickly. Clearing her throat, she kicked him in the side.
"Hey, what was that..."
She nodded to the bar. Cloud's eyes followed hers. Barrett, Vincent, and Cid all hung over the bar, eyes wide, grins plastered on their faces.
Cid snickered, smashing his smoke out on the bar. "I always told you he wasn't that big."