30_fantasies [.x] (RudexTifa)
Title: Until Tomorrow
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Subject: Rude/Tifa Lockheart
Theme(s): 13) Sleep
Disclaimer: Don't own Tifa or Rude, or the Final Fantasy VII stuff. All belongs to Square. Just writing stuff 'cause I love me some fandom.
Note: Pre-Game then Post-Advent Children; mentioned sexual themes, Tifa cusses a few times. Eh, not much. And I'm sorry if this sucks big time -- it's almost 5 AM and I'm sleepy.
Yes I still remember every whispered word
The touch of your skin, giving life from within
Like a love song that I've heard
Slipping through our fingers, like the sands of time
--Spice Girls “Viva Forever”
She always woke up in the middle of the night, head rising from the pillow and hand pressing over the empty side of the bed, tracing over the wrinkles from the man that had been just sleeping there hours ago. He had gone off again.
Never said where and she never asked; it had been like that for the past three months, the year prior they had just been getting to know each other and then started to date. Then they upped it one step further, making the ultimate step in their relationship and finally - after so much hoping between the two of them, silent wishing - they found the courage to actually share a bed as lovers.
And he had been her first.
He had been surprised to know she had not at all been with a man before him (granted she was only 17 at the time but…when did age ever matter in Midgar?) yet it had been such a relief to know it as well.
And the girl was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of the bedroom door opening, her body rolling to face it and she blinked in surprise. So he hadn’t left for work that day. He was standing there with a slightly red face and holding a tray with breakfast.
Breakfast in bed, how cute was that.
“You’re so sweet,” she would whisper and sit herself up, leaning back against the pillow and smile that sweet smile of hers. The smile that was enough to make him weak in the knees.
What a surprise that there was something the Rude was actually weak against, and it was a woman’s smile. Reno would have a field day if he was able to figure that one out or ever learned it.
“Not really,” he murmured in response and set the tray to her lap, sitting beside her on the bed and cleared his throat, watching her eat and hearing the little ‘mmm’ of satisfaction and gratefulness slip from the back of her throat. It was the little sounds like that, as innocent as they were, that made him feel…hot.
They were a turn on.
She would blink at him and hold up the fork, opening her mouth as she moved the utensil towards him. “Open up.” A small laugh as the food was poked against his lips before he would open up and let her feed him. IT was silly, having a woman do that, but it was her - it was Tifa dammit, and Rude couldn’t argue that - that was doing it and no one else so…he would let her off the hook.
And by ‘off the hook’ he meant moving the tray aside and pushing her to her back, kissing her and letting things take course from there.
But all that had been such a long time ago.
Now she was an older woman, the age of twenty-two (but she would be twenty three that upcoming month!) and she was so much smarter now than she had been at seventeen. Silly her, trusting a man who was a Turk and letting him bed her for that long. Take her in his arms, hold her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world…told her that he loved her.
…
And he was there in her bar that night, sitting with that obnoxious red head who had destroyed sector 7 - she refused to ever forgive him for that, even if she faked her kindness and laughter at him - and that bubbly blonde. The leader of the gang seemed to be somewhere else, probably out doing dirty business or whatever. Reno would likely call the ‘dirty business’ as ‘Rufus’ and that would get an annoyed glare and slap from Elena and Rude would only shake his head.
Did he still love her?
She had to ask herself that as she stood there behind the bar counter and stared at the tall man, fiddling with her hair as she just watched him. He would grin on occasion, chuckle at something stupid Reno would say, or shake his head in disagreement to Elena. He wasn’t very showing with his emotions, though Tifa knew much better than to believe that, and it made her smile just a bit.
Did she love him?
Even considering that made her hear just stop in mid-beat and turn her face a light red. It was to stare at him while thinking that and it meant busying herself with tending to the other customers, making sure that their drinks were ready or that they wanted another. Yes, anything to make her not think about that at all.
But it was hard, especially after everyone filed out for closing time. Everyone except for one certain Turk who had once been her lover all those years ago. And when he stayed behind, telling the other two to go on ahead without him, that he would catch up with them, she could only do her best to ignore him and try to not let him get to her. She was a strong woman and he wouldn’t be her weakness - even if he had always been her weakness, and that she had hated knowing he was working for the people she hated more than life itself.
“…” He breathed, watched her wipe down the tables and the movement her body as she went about the task of cleaning up her messy bar. “…been awhile.”
“Not that long, really. I saw you a few days ago.”
“I mean talking.”
Oh, right. Talking. The two of them had yet to do an ounce of talking ever since the breakup. Tifa had done the best of it, actually. Rude always seemed to want to say something but she wouldn’t hear it; she would flee back to Barret and hide away in her bar, not wanting to hear his excuses or his apologies.
God, how she had been naïve back then, to let something so good as him slip through her fingers because of her blinding hate for a company that was now down under, sunk with a ship.
“…we’re talking now.” It was a smartass remark and it got a chuckle from the man, his shoes scuffing the floor as he walked closer, over to her. “So I don’t see how it’s been such a long time since we spoke, if we’re doing it now.”
“I’m surprised.” He grinned a bit, more so a smirk of amusement. “Thought you would kick me out for even being here and trying to talk to you.”
“You’re a Turk, you work for ShinRa.” Once a Turk, always a Turk. He had told her that before…or maybe it was Reno. Yeah, Reno. He was an idiot enough to say something like that. “I hate ShinRa.”
“So you ha-“
“I Never said I hated you.” She never had. She had only ever stated that she hated ShinRa (and everything to deal with it) but…she had never hated him. The only thing Tifa had ever been to Rude was upset for all the lies he told her, not the truth of his job or the things she had really wanted to know. “I only… You see…”
She really did hate voicing her feelings.
Does he still love you?
“…do you still love me?” She asked, staring up at the taller man with such curiosity in her eyes, it was masking the hope that flickered free for just a moment, before tilting her head and looking away. Had she honestly just asked him that question?
She had honestly asked him that and it was a little too late to take it back, say to ignore the question and pretend like it had never slipped from between her lips.
“…yeah.” He did. How could he not? She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman and more. Of course he was still harboring feelings for her. No matter who else had been with no one could ever take the place she had left on him.
“…” She swallowed. “Oh.”
She hated the word ‘love.’ It could be so artificial sometimes, so fake. What if people said it and they never meant it? She loved Cloud…right? She did, but not in the same manner as she had before. There was no emotional, I-Want-Him-To-Love-Me-Back sort of feelings there; instead there was a sort of motherly love that she felt towards him, the thing she felt towards Marlene and Denzel.
Tifa only ever wanted him to be happy - especially if being happy meant that she wished Aerith was back. Maybe Cloud wouldn’t be always gone if the other, older woman was still around.
She missed her so much.
Do you love him?
“Do you…”
“I…” And instead of cutting him off she just fell silent after that and sighed, bringing up her arms and hands in frustration. What was she to say if she had no clue as to her very own feelings?
Did she love him or was it something in her that was fake, as superficial and fake as the knock-off items you could buy in Wal-market from the weird old Chinese guy.
“…love you.”
There. It was said.
Her heart was being bared and if he tore it asunder then…she would let him.
But he wouldn’t. Even if his name was ‘Rude’ that was the last thing he could ever be to her, to Tifa. He cared too much about her to ever shoot down her feelings or her words; whenever there had been a problem going on he had always tried to help her resolve it.
And now that her feelings were out in the open it felt…calming.
He wouldn’t have to have another sleepless night wondering how she was doing or what she was up to, whom she was with right then or if she had ever moved on.
That had just been the biggest relief swipe ever.
…he never would catch up with Reno and Elena that night.
There was catching up for all those lost years between them, and there would be no sleep for either of them that night too.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Subject: Rude/Tifa Lockheart
Theme(s): 13) Sleep
Disclaimer: Don't own Tifa or Rude, or the Final Fantasy VII stuff. All belongs to Square. Just writing stuff 'cause I love me some fandom.
Note: Pre-Game then Post-Advent Children; mentioned sexual themes, Tifa cusses a few times. Eh, not much. And I'm sorry if this sucks big time -- it's almost 5 AM and I'm sleepy.
Yes I still remember every whispered word
The touch of your skin, giving life from within
Like a love song that I've heard
Slipping through our fingers, like the sands of time
--Spice Girls “Viva Forever”
She always woke up in the middle of the night, head rising from the pillow and hand pressing over the empty side of the bed, tracing over the wrinkles from the man that had been just sleeping there hours ago. He had gone off again.
Never said where and she never asked; it had been like that for the past three months, the year prior they had just been getting to know each other and then started to date. Then they upped it one step further, making the ultimate step in their relationship and finally - after so much hoping between the two of them, silent wishing - they found the courage to actually share a bed as lovers.
And he had been her first.
He had been surprised to know she had not at all been with a man before him (granted she was only 17 at the time but…when did age ever matter in Midgar?) yet it had been such a relief to know it as well.
And the girl was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of the bedroom door opening, her body rolling to face it and she blinked in surprise. So he hadn’t left for work that day. He was standing there with a slightly red face and holding a tray with breakfast.
Breakfast in bed, how cute was that.
“You’re so sweet,” she would whisper and sit herself up, leaning back against the pillow and smile that sweet smile of hers. The smile that was enough to make him weak in the knees.
What a surprise that there was something the Rude was actually weak against, and it was a woman’s smile. Reno would have a field day if he was able to figure that one out or ever learned it.
“Not really,” he murmured in response and set the tray to her lap, sitting beside her on the bed and cleared his throat, watching her eat and hearing the little ‘mmm’ of satisfaction and gratefulness slip from the back of her throat. It was the little sounds like that, as innocent as they were, that made him feel…hot.
They were a turn on.
She would blink at him and hold up the fork, opening her mouth as she moved the utensil towards him. “Open up.” A small laugh as the food was poked against his lips before he would open up and let her feed him. IT was silly, having a woman do that, but it was her - it was Tifa dammit, and Rude couldn’t argue that - that was doing it and no one else so…he would let her off the hook.
And by ‘off the hook’ he meant moving the tray aside and pushing her to her back, kissing her and letting things take course from there.
But all that had been such a long time ago.
Now she was an older woman, the age of twenty-two (but she would be twenty three that upcoming month!) and she was so much smarter now than she had been at seventeen. Silly her, trusting a man who was a Turk and letting him bed her for that long. Take her in his arms, hold her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world…told her that he loved her.
…
And he was there in her bar that night, sitting with that obnoxious red head who had destroyed sector 7 - she refused to ever forgive him for that, even if she faked her kindness and laughter at him - and that bubbly blonde. The leader of the gang seemed to be somewhere else, probably out doing dirty business or whatever. Reno would likely call the ‘dirty business’ as ‘Rufus’ and that would get an annoyed glare and slap from Elena and Rude would only shake his head.
Did he still love her?
She had to ask herself that as she stood there behind the bar counter and stared at the tall man, fiddling with her hair as she just watched him. He would grin on occasion, chuckle at something stupid Reno would say, or shake his head in disagreement to Elena. He wasn’t very showing with his emotions, though Tifa knew much better than to believe that, and it made her smile just a bit.
Did she love him?
Even considering that made her hear just stop in mid-beat and turn her face a light red. It was to stare at him while thinking that and it meant busying herself with tending to the other customers, making sure that their drinks were ready or that they wanted another. Yes, anything to make her not think about that at all.
But it was hard, especially after everyone filed out for closing time. Everyone except for one certain Turk who had once been her lover all those years ago. And when he stayed behind, telling the other two to go on ahead without him, that he would catch up with them, she could only do her best to ignore him and try to not let him get to her. She was a strong woman and he wouldn’t be her weakness - even if he had always been her weakness, and that she had hated knowing he was working for the people she hated more than life itself.
“…” He breathed, watched her wipe down the tables and the movement her body as she went about the task of cleaning up her messy bar. “…been awhile.”
“Not that long, really. I saw you a few days ago.”
“I mean talking.”
Oh, right. Talking. The two of them had yet to do an ounce of talking ever since the breakup. Tifa had done the best of it, actually. Rude always seemed to want to say something but she wouldn’t hear it; she would flee back to Barret and hide away in her bar, not wanting to hear his excuses or his apologies.
God, how she had been naïve back then, to let something so good as him slip through her fingers because of her blinding hate for a company that was now down under, sunk with a ship.
“…we’re talking now.” It was a smartass remark and it got a chuckle from the man, his shoes scuffing the floor as he walked closer, over to her. “So I don’t see how it’s been such a long time since we spoke, if we’re doing it now.”
“I’m surprised.” He grinned a bit, more so a smirk of amusement. “Thought you would kick me out for even being here and trying to talk to you.”
“You’re a Turk, you work for ShinRa.” Once a Turk, always a Turk. He had told her that before…or maybe it was Reno. Yeah, Reno. He was an idiot enough to say something like that. “I hate ShinRa.”
“So you ha-“
“I Never said I hated you.” She never had. She had only ever stated that she hated ShinRa (and everything to deal with it) but…she had never hated him. The only thing Tifa had ever been to Rude was upset for all the lies he told her, not the truth of his job or the things she had really wanted to know. “I only… You see…”
She really did hate voicing her feelings.
Does he still love you?
“…do you still love me?” She asked, staring up at the taller man with such curiosity in her eyes, it was masking the hope that flickered free for just a moment, before tilting her head and looking away. Had she honestly just asked him that question?
She had honestly asked him that and it was a little too late to take it back, say to ignore the question and pretend like it had never slipped from between her lips.
“…yeah.” He did. How could he not? She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman and more. Of course he was still harboring feelings for her. No matter who else had been with no one could ever take the place she had left on him.
“…” She swallowed. “Oh.”
She hated the word ‘love.’ It could be so artificial sometimes, so fake. What if people said it and they never meant it? She loved Cloud…right? She did, but not in the same manner as she had before. There was no emotional, I-Want-Him-To-Love-Me-Back sort of feelings there; instead there was a sort of motherly love that she felt towards him, the thing she felt towards Marlene and Denzel.
Tifa only ever wanted him to be happy - especially if being happy meant that she wished Aerith was back. Maybe Cloud wouldn’t be always gone if the other, older woman was still around.
She missed her so much.
Do you love him?
“Do you…”
“I…” And instead of cutting him off she just fell silent after that and sighed, bringing up her arms and hands in frustration. What was she to say if she had no clue as to her very own feelings?
Did she love him or was it something in her that was fake, as superficial and fake as the knock-off items you could buy in Wal-market from the weird old Chinese guy.
“…love you.”
There. It was said.
Her heart was being bared and if he tore it asunder then…she would let him.
But he wouldn’t. Even if his name was ‘Rude’ that was the last thing he could ever be to her, to Tifa. He cared too much about her to ever shoot down her feelings or her words; whenever there had been a problem going on he had always tried to help her resolve it.
And now that her feelings were out in the open it felt…calming.
He wouldn’t have to have another sleepless night wondering how she was doing or what she was up to, whom she was with right then or if she had ever moved on.
That had just been the biggest relief swipe ever.
…he never would catch up with Reno and Elena that night.
There was catching up for all those lost years between them, and there would be no sleep for either of them that night too.