50 Sentences Cloti Style
50 Sentences Challenge
01 Silence: She arched and broke for him, her mouth open on a silent cry as she let her body say what words could not.
02 Talent: She was drowning, drenched in heat and him, and managed only one fleeting thought before pleasure crested and left her mute: For a man that didn't talk much, he sure knew how to use his tongue.
03 Search: Fingers flexed, clenched, and pulled, and his name was a broken sob over rich velvet as his wandering lips found the spot he'd been looking for.
04 Ice: He'd never been a fan of cold; had hated the icy confinement of his Mako tube, but now, as the last vestiges of the cube trickled across his thigh chased by chilled lips, Cloud thought that maybe the cold wasn't so bad.
05 Journey: Fingertips walked through a scarred valley and over silken slopes, slid along exposed dips and wandered past cotton barriers to seek shelter in slick heat.
06 Hurricane: The bedpost snapped like dry tinder, splintered wood raining over them as he flipped her onto her back, driving into her with unforgiving force and riding out the storm she'd awoken.
07 Highway: There was something about the rumble of steel and smell of hot leather that made her feel uninhibited and she chuckled softly when Fenrir swerved and her hand found ready hardness beneath his zipper.
08 Unknown: Breath-stuttered and broken-hissed between clenched teeth and his back arched clear off the bed at the first lick of her tongue against rigid flesh and Cloud desperately wanted to tear the blindfold off so that he could see.
09 View: Her calf muscles tightened, nearly cramping and the toe of her sneaker squeaked against the hardwood, but still she shifted, stretching just a little more over the bar in hopes to catch a peek of Cloud's torn pants as he strolled by.
10 Dream: She tasted of chocolate and a kiss of strawberries, felt like silk over steel, sounded sweeter than any music he'd ever heard, and was so much more than every fantasy his teenage self had ever imagined.
11 Body: He knew there were men out there that only saw her for one thing, and he pitied them, because she was so much more than perfect curves and smoldering eyes; she was everything.
12 Breathe: The edges of his vision were blurred, black encroaching and lungs burning until, softly, gently, she removed her lips from his and reminded him to breathe.
13 Lock: He growled in satisfaction when her legs hitched, curled higher, drew him deeper and her ankles locked together behind his neck and she demanded more.
14 Eclipse: It was shy and timid in a way he hadn't seen since they were kids, and he pushed aside the hair that suddenly veiled her pink face and he waited for her answer with sweaty palms and pounding heart.
15 Cold: It was funny, she thought, watching the snow fall and the kids throw snowballs at Cloud, how their home never felt cold anymore no matter what the weather.
16 Overwhelmed: It wasn't Sephiroth or remnants or Jenova that did it; no, it was light kisses dropped onto his head in frequent passings and messy scrawl with crayon pictures that broke Cloud Strife.
17 World: Breaths staggered and sweat slicked limbs tangled around one another until neither could say where each ended or began, and both were content with the world.
18 Lies: He had hid himself behind a facade for so long he was starting to wonder at his sanity, but when she looked at him, eyes red and deep, he suddenly knew where the truth was.
19 Wings: He'd seen one sprout from the back of a madman hellbent on destruction, but now he felt like he had them as her “Yes!” echoed across the bar and she was in his arms laughing and crying amidst the applause.
20 Red: Cloud narrowed his blue eyes and frantically searched his brain for a proper retort, but a flick of flame tail and a knowing glint in a yellow eye stalled him and Red's smugness was only made bearable by the subject in which he was right.
21 Fever: She was burning up, certain to set the mattress on fire, but she didn't care-couldn't care-with his mouth on her breast and his hair in her fist.
22 Silk: One dark eyebrow arched and lips twitched as he hastily shook his head and mumbled something about Wutai and stupid ideas and he pocketed the silk ribbons while she made mental note to take them out later.
23 Fall: It had started at eight years old and had never ended, she thought with a smile.
24 Sacred: The words, soft spoken, low and serious, were etched in her mind and on her heart and more permanent than the ring he slid past her knuckle.
25 Mask: He shuddered beneath her, open and vulnerable, as his hands grasped rolling hips and fingertips dug deep in desperation, and this was how she loved him best.
26 Wait: Not yet, not yet, the mantra throbbed in his head as he held himself shaking above her-in her-and watched as she came, shuddering, quaking and crying, before he allowed himself to follow.
27 Talk: “I've been told that there isn't a man around that can wield a sword quite like yours can,” the patron said, lifting his cup; to which Tifa could only think: You have no idea and refilled his glass.
28 Ring: Sated; she let her hand wander back up to rest on her bare stomach and whispered goodnight into the phone, smirking at how readily he answered his now.
29 Box: She wouldn't ever forget the way his eyes lit up and his mouth opened slightly in wonder at the small gift she handed him, and it made all the hours of searching for just the right one worth it.
30 Run: Sweaty and dirty, she opened for him and didn't complain at the gravel in her back nor he the pebbles in his hands and both decided to share their morning jog more often.
31 Hero: He'd never believe the words, so she told him with the slick heat of her mouth and the firm stroke of her hand how she appreciated all he did.
32 Gravity: He could leap the expanse of the ShinRa Tower if he chose, but he couldn't escape the pull of those dark eyes or soft fingertips against his forearm when she whispered, “Stay.”
33 Candle: Hot wax on skin caused a hiss of breath between swollen lips and he apologized for his clumsiness, but she simply smiled and rolled him beneath her and it was he who burned then.
34 Forgotten: It was on his ride back to Edge that he spotted them, a flash of white in a field of yellow, and his smile was smug as he pulled Fenrir to the side and pocketed Tifa's forgotten panties.
35 Whisper: It was a quiet scrape against his earlobe and he clutched her closer, drove up and deep, turning whisper to moan.
36 Drink: “Give me something hard,” she murmured against his throat, causing him to choke on his whiskey.
37 Midnight: The color of her hair always fascinated him, dark and rich, it wrapped around him and veiled him in midnight.
38 Temptation: It was the sultry way her lashes lowered and lips pouted that had his chair kicked aside and her pressed to the wall with needy hands shoving leather up and cotton down while his thick erection rubbed against moist heat just so.
39 Cover: Fingers meshed together as mouths fused and tongues dueled and when he lay her down and covered her body with his, all she could think was: Finally!
40 Strength: It was effortless to hold her like this, against the shower tiles with her legs around his hips and her hands in his hair as she arched and bounced and told him to go faster-harder-deeper, but it took all of his strength, and then some, to let her go after.
41 Promise: “Don't stop. Gods, please, don't stop,” she begged and his tongue laved the oath.
42 Music: Piano keys played disjointed notes as nimble fingers were replaced by heel and backside and hurried thrusting.
43 Memory: Every hollow, every curve, every freckle was etched forever in his mind, seared there by fingertip caresses.
44 Formal: He hated ties and suits, preferred familiar leather and knit, but he'd wear one every day if it always resulted in a long dress pulled tight around strong thighs and pressed lapels crushed in tight fists.
45 Dance: He told her he couldn't dance and she'd told him it was just like making love, so he'd told her he wanted to learn and she slipped off her gown.
46 Laugh: The floor was cold and hard beneath his shoulders but the laughter teasing his sweat damp neck was warm and familiar and suddenly he didn't mind the tumble from the bed.
47 Hope: She tugged his arm around her waist, splayed her fingers between his and slowly pressed their warmth to her abdomen and smiled her smile.
48 Farewells: He was going to be late, he thought, swinging onto Fenrir, but the slight sting on his back and the tingle of his mouth prevented him from giving a damn.
49 Fire: Heat and flames and writhing screams were something she'd always feared in the darkness of her dreams, but with Cloud it was different and the hiss of heat and screams were wrought of pleasure, not pain.
50 Forever: Salty kisses and soft murmurs were exchanged languidly between them as the sun set on the Costa De Sol horizon, and when the stars peeked down, it was on lovers asleep--twined and content--bands on their fingers promising eternity.
This was wicked fun. Thanks to Aliale for the inspiration!
01 Silence: She arched and broke for him, her mouth open on a silent cry as she let her body say what words could not.
02 Talent: She was drowning, drenched in heat and him, and managed only one fleeting thought before pleasure crested and left her mute: For a man that didn't talk much, he sure knew how to use his tongue.
03 Search: Fingers flexed, clenched, and pulled, and his name was a broken sob over rich velvet as his wandering lips found the spot he'd been looking for.
04 Ice: He'd never been a fan of cold; had hated the icy confinement of his Mako tube, but now, as the last vestiges of the cube trickled across his thigh chased by chilled lips, Cloud thought that maybe the cold wasn't so bad.
05 Journey: Fingertips walked through a scarred valley and over silken slopes, slid along exposed dips and wandered past cotton barriers to seek shelter in slick heat.
06 Hurricane: The bedpost snapped like dry tinder, splintered wood raining over them as he flipped her onto her back, driving into her with unforgiving force and riding out the storm she'd awoken.
07 Highway: There was something about the rumble of steel and smell of hot leather that made her feel uninhibited and she chuckled softly when Fenrir swerved and her hand found ready hardness beneath his zipper.
08 Unknown: Breath-stuttered and broken-hissed between clenched teeth and his back arched clear off the bed at the first lick of her tongue against rigid flesh and Cloud desperately wanted to tear the blindfold off so that he could see.
09 View: Her calf muscles tightened, nearly cramping and the toe of her sneaker squeaked against the hardwood, but still she shifted, stretching just a little more over the bar in hopes to catch a peek of Cloud's torn pants as he strolled by.
10 Dream: She tasted of chocolate and a kiss of strawberries, felt like silk over steel, sounded sweeter than any music he'd ever heard, and was so much more than every fantasy his teenage self had ever imagined.
11 Body: He knew there were men out there that only saw her for one thing, and he pitied them, because she was so much more than perfect curves and smoldering eyes; she was everything.
12 Breathe: The edges of his vision were blurred, black encroaching and lungs burning until, softly, gently, she removed her lips from his and reminded him to breathe.
13 Lock: He growled in satisfaction when her legs hitched, curled higher, drew him deeper and her ankles locked together behind his neck and she demanded more.
14 Eclipse: It was shy and timid in a way he hadn't seen since they were kids, and he pushed aside the hair that suddenly veiled her pink face and he waited for her answer with sweaty palms and pounding heart.
15 Cold: It was funny, she thought, watching the snow fall and the kids throw snowballs at Cloud, how their home never felt cold anymore no matter what the weather.
16 Overwhelmed: It wasn't Sephiroth or remnants or Jenova that did it; no, it was light kisses dropped onto his head in frequent passings and messy scrawl with crayon pictures that broke Cloud Strife.
17 World: Breaths staggered and sweat slicked limbs tangled around one another until neither could say where each ended or began, and both were content with the world.
18 Lies: He had hid himself behind a facade for so long he was starting to wonder at his sanity, but when she looked at him, eyes red and deep, he suddenly knew where the truth was.
19 Wings: He'd seen one sprout from the back of a madman hellbent on destruction, but now he felt like he had them as her “Yes!” echoed across the bar and she was in his arms laughing and crying amidst the applause.
20 Red: Cloud narrowed his blue eyes and frantically searched his brain for a proper retort, but a flick of flame tail and a knowing glint in a yellow eye stalled him and Red's smugness was only made bearable by the subject in which he was right.
21 Fever: She was burning up, certain to set the mattress on fire, but she didn't care-couldn't care-with his mouth on her breast and his hair in her fist.
22 Silk: One dark eyebrow arched and lips twitched as he hastily shook his head and mumbled something about Wutai and stupid ideas and he pocketed the silk ribbons while she made mental note to take them out later.
23 Fall: It had started at eight years old and had never ended, she thought with a smile.
24 Sacred: The words, soft spoken, low and serious, were etched in her mind and on her heart and more permanent than the ring he slid past her knuckle.
25 Mask: He shuddered beneath her, open and vulnerable, as his hands grasped rolling hips and fingertips dug deep in desperation, and this was how she loved him best.
26 Wait: Not yet, not yet, the mantra throbbed in his head as he held himself shaking above her-in her-and watched as she came, shuddering, quaking and crying, before he allowed himself to follow.
27 Talk: “I've been told that there isn't a man around that can wield a sword quite like yours can,” the patron said, lifting his cup; to which Tifa could only think: You have no idea and refilled his glass.
28 Ring: Sated; she let her hand wander back up to rest on her bare stomach and whispered goodnight into the phone, smirking at how readily he answered his now.
29 Box: She wouldn't ever forget the way his eyes lit up and his mouth opened slightly in wonder at the small gift she handed him, and it made all the hours of searching for just the right one worth it.
30 Run: Sweaty and dirty, she opened for him and didn't complain at the gravel in her back nor he the pebbles in his hands and both decided to share their morning jog more often.
31 Hero: He'd never believe the words, so she told him with the slick heat of her mouth and the firm stroke of her hand how she appreciated all he did.
32 Gravity: He could leap the expanse of the ShinRa Tower if he chose, but he couldn't escape the pull of those dark eyes or soft fingertips against his forearm when she whispered, “Stay.”
33 Candle: Hot wax on skin caused a hiss of breath between swollen lips and he apologized for his clumsiness, but she simply smiled and rolled him beneath her and it was he who burned then.
34 Forgotten: It was on his ride back to Edge that he spotted them, a flash of white in a field of yellow, and his smile was smug as he pulled Fenrir to the side and pocketed Tifa's forgotten panties.
35 Whisper: It was a quiet scrape against his earlobe and he clutched her closer, drove up and deep, turning whisper to moan.
36 Drink: “Give me something hard,” she murmured against his throat, causing him to choke on his whiskey.
37 Midnight: The color of her hair always fascinated him, dark and rich, it wrapped around him and veiled him in midnight.
38 Temptation: It was the sultry way her lashes lowered and lips pouted that had his chair kicked aside and her pressed to the wall with needy hands shoving leather up and cotton down while his thick erection rubbed against moist heat just so.
39 Cover: Fingers meshed together as mouths fused and tongues dueled and when he lay her down and covered her body with his, all she could think was: Finally!
40 Strength: It was effortless to hold her like this, against the shower tiles with her legs around his hips and her hands in his hair as she arched and bounced and told him to go faster-harder-deeper, but it took all of his strength, and then some, to let her go after.
41 Promise: “Don't stop. Gods, please, don't stop,” she begged and his tongue laved the oath.
42 Music: Piano keys played disjointed notes as nimble fingers were replaced by heel and backside and hurried thrusting.
43 Memory: Every hollow, every curve, every freckle was etched forever in his mind, seared there by fingertip caresses.
44 Formal: He hated ties and suits, preferred familiar leather and knit, but he'd wear one every day if it always resulted in a long dress pulled tight around strong thighs and pressed lapels crushed in tight fists.
45 Dance: He told her he couldn't dance and she'd told him it was just like making love, so he'd told her he wanted to learn and she slipped off her gown.
46 Laugh: The floor was cold and hard beneath his shoulders but the laughter teasing his sweat damp neck was warm and familiar and suddenly he didn't mind the tumble from the bed.
47 Hope: She tugged his arm around her waist, splayed her fingers between his and slowly pressed their warmth to her abdomen and smiled her smile.
48 Farewells: He was going to be late, he thought, swinging onto Fenrir, but the slight sting on his back and the tingle of his mouth prevented him from giving a damn.
49 Fire: Heat and flames and writhing screams were something she'd always feared in the darkness of her dreams, but with Cloud it was different and the hiss of heat and screams were wrought of pleasure, not pain.
50 Forever: Salty kisses and soft murmurs were exchanged languidly between them as the sun set on the Costa De Sol horizon, and when the stars peeked down, it was on lovers asleep--twined and content--bands on their fingers promising eternity.
This was wicked fun. Thanks to Aliale for the inspiration!