Title: As The Rush Comes
Author: sekiharatae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex. Also, I don't really know what I'm talking about. This could be unintentionally comedic.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: sex on the back of a motorcycle - leather and oil and hot metal
Word count: 1560
Summary: Pretty much what the prompt says. PWP.
A/N: This was due on
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But, after about a half an hour (or so) of thinking about how sex on the back of a motorcycle could work like that I finally realized, Cloud doesn't ride a Harley Davidson (or should I say, Hardy Daytona?). XD I felt really dumb. How you ride a Harley Davidson/Hardy Daytona is COMPLETELY different than how you would ride Fenrir. The positioning, the steering, basically everything. And once I realized all of that, I went back and reread the fic, able to picture it all.
(XP I'm such a dork.)
But, yes. You did awesome on the right details. (You get my "victory dance" icon for that!) Especially: Riding in front of him, his body hard and strong behind and above her, the bike rumbling beneath, was distinctly different. Cloud was in his element, moving with the same innate grace and surety he used when fighting, handling the bike with a skill that was just on the safe side of reckless, Fenrir perfectly responsive to his every whim. Being in the middle of the communion between man and machine felt somehow safer and simultaneously more dangerous than riding pillion.
Tsh, nothing like the vibe between a bike and it's rider.
^^ Again, awesome job on the fic, especially if you've never ridden a motorcycle. But you've made me want to take a ride again... I don't think I will, though. My neighbors probably won't like being woken up.
(XD I just realized that I should stop typing now... I don't want your eyes to fall out from reading such a long comment.)
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