Prompt: Rainy Day; Tifa/Aerith
Title: Ride
Prompt: Rainy Day
Fandom: FFVII
Pairing: Tifa/Aerith
Rating: PG-13
Words: 500
She liked to ride hard and fast. It was the only way in this perilous circumstance. The sound of the alarm penetrated and swiveled vociferously through the Shinra Corporation; the fog lights from above streamed down like a heaven’s striking wrath; the white hot flash of lightning mingled with the electric fizzle of the rain. She revved up the motor with the flick of her wrist and toe boot. Smoke rose up and the sounds of fire trucks were underway. The explosions thundered and the smell of black smoke mounted, as if warring against the pelting rain.
Rain assailed the driveway and the road like a miserable god bent on wiping out any sign of life through the damning thunder and wind. Aerith was soaked, holding on tight, her sopping head against the back of Tifa’s, reveling in the glorious sanity of her warmth. Heat was wonderful in the source that was Lockhart and the motor hummed like a sweet vibration underneath their groins.
Tifa allowed just one glance, going at a break-neck speed, avoiding the pot holes and distractions thrown their way from above. Concern evident in the breathlessness of her voice, “Everything allright?”
“I’m fine….just a bit nauseated.” Aerith whimpered as her abdomen did a little flip; the motor created a sensation of vibration along her spine and the bottom of her backside, all along her back strong thighs. Tifa’s rode on with a grip on the handlebars. The wind eased up on her face; she could see as her visor assisted in keeping her vision clear.
When she managed to get further away, she pulled into the side of the highway, where thick foliage hid them. She allowed the motor to die, and the rain, thankfully ceased where they were at. Aerith’s body shivered; the pink shirt of her bodice was soaked through; her nipples hardened against the cold material and darkened the pink into sensuous shaded blush.
Tifa took off her gloves, found her hands a little cool, but concerned for her friend; she held Aerith’s face between cool palms.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, ‘rith, beloved.”
It was an endearment she reserved for Aerith. Recently, they had begun to make their relationship flourish, sharing kisses, playing between the sheets. And surprisingly, it was Aerith whose boldness made Tifa moan. Their kisses were as profound and endearing as the hand that slipped between her crotch-finding moist and heat and the pink lips eager for a slip between.
“Something like that…” Aerith said, as if in a distant dream, “Kind of turns me on..”
“We’ll find out later what happened. Right now, we need to get us to safety and..” she paused, “A nice bed.” Boldly, she reached up, confident advances after days of kissing and tasting. She whispered seductively in Aerith’s ear:
“Nothing can imitate the honest suction of your kisses. I like how it feels when your sweet mouth suckles softly at my nipples when I want to really get hot."
Prompt: Rainy Day
Fandom: FFVII
Pairing: Tifa/Aerith
Rating: PG-13
Words: 500
She liked to ride hard and fast. It was the only way in this perilous circumstance. The sound of the alarm penetrated and swiveled vociferously through the Shinra Corporation; the fog lights from above streamed down like a heaven’s striking wrath; the white hot flash of lightning mingled with the electric fizzle of the rain. She revved up the motor with the flick of her wrist and toe boot. Smoke rose up and the sounds of fire trucks were underway. The explosions thundered and the smell of black smoke mounted, as if warring against the pelting rain.
Rain assailed the driveway and the road like a miserable god bent on wiping out any sign of life through the damning thunder and wind. Aerith was soaked, holding on tight, her sopping head against the back of Tifa’s, reveling in the glorious sanity of her warmth. Heat was wonderful in the source that was Lockhart and the motor hummed like a sweet vibration underneath their groins.
Tifa allowed just one glance, going at a break-neck speed, avoiding the pot holes and distractions thrown their way from above. Concern evident in the breathlessness of her voice, “Everything allright?”
“I’m fine….just a bit nauseated.” Aerith whimpered as her abdomen did a little flip; the motor created a sensation of vibration along her spine and the bottom of her backside, all along her back strong thighs. Tifa’s rode on with a grip on the handlebars. The wind eased up on her face; she could see as her visor assisted in keeping her vision clear.
When she managed to get further away, she pulled into the side of the highway, where thick foliage hid them. She allowed the motor to die, and the rain, thankfully ceased where they were at. Aerith’s body shivered; the pink shirt of her bodice was soaked through; her nipples hardened against the cold material and darkened the pink into sensuous shaded blush.
Tifa took off her gloves, found her hands a little cool, but concerned for her friend; she held Aerith’s face between cool palms.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, ‘rith, beloved.”
It was an endearment she reserved for Aerith. Recently, they had begun to make their relationship flourish, sharing kisses, playing between the sheets. And surprisingly, it was Aerith whose boldness made Tifa moan. Their kisses were as profound and endearing as the hand that slipped between her crotch-finding moist and heat and the pink lips eager for a slip between.
“Something like that…” Aerith said, as if in a distant dream, “Kind of turns me on..”
“We’ll find out later what happened. Right now, we need to get us to safety and..” she paused, “A nice bed.” Boldly, she reached up, confident advances after days of kissing and tasting. She whispered seductively in Aerith’s ear:
“Nothing can imitate the honest suction of your kisses. I like how it feels when your sweet mouth suckles softly at my nipples when I want to really get hot."