A/N: Here is my first attempt at writing in first person for both Cloud and Tifa. I know it might sound a little complicated and the truth is, it was tough to write but the idea wouldn't let me go. So, here is what was produced. Please let me know what you think through R&R. Standard disclaimers apply. Background music: "A Hundred Kisses" by She Wants Revenge-super sweet song which is odd from them but so good.

"A Hundred Kisses"

by MakoRain

Chapter One: Cloud

"Tifa, you don't have to be alone."

Where are these words coming from? Maybe it was the shine of her alabaster skin, the whisper of her body as she moved or her eyes, those hazel eyes that made me warm every time she looked at me. If I wasn't mistaken, there was an inner light burning in those orbs, a light I never noticed before. How could I not notice her?

"I've only been waiting for you, Cloud."

I can't help the shock that I'm sure she can see on my face as she smiles in return. She's been waiting for me. Nice one, Strife, leave her waiting long enough? I didn't know...no, that's not right. I knew, I was just so wrapped up in my own emptiness that I didn't bother to pay attention to this amazing woman always by my side. She's put up with so much from me, how can I ever repay her?

Well, no more waiting, to start with. I walk the distance between us in three strides before I'm standing right in front of her, looking down into her surprised and blushing face. The color flushes her skin nicely; she should blush more often. Removing my gloves from my hands, I give into an unknown urge as my fingers lightly caress her cheek, a whisper of a touch that I know I'll never get enough of. Smooth as satin, soft as silk, her warmth seeps into me as she closes her eyes, enjoying this as much as I am.

I don't think she notices how she's pouting her lips, her bottom one so red and full I am drawn to take a sip. Slowly, so slowly I am able to hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, my lips descend over her own, met with a soothing rush of her taste. A sigh she's been holding onto escapes and washes down my throat and I'm filled with a strawberry sweetness and saltiness of tears.

Tears?

I open my eyes that fell closed in my daze to see a steady stream of tears glistening in the moonlight shining through her bedroom window. I pull away in confusion and she gasps, quickly covering her mouth. It's a sound that makes my over sensitive skin hurt and so unlike her sigh of earlier that I take a step back. Did I do something wrong? I thought...

"I thought this is what you wanted."

I flinch at how strained my voice sounds, as if I'm holding back tears, to not cry at seeing her cry. I never realized how much I wanted this in return until it's threatened to be gone, just as she stepped away from me I can feel it slipping away. I can't lose her, not now. Her hand on my cheek draws my downcast eyes to meet hers and I see she's smiling. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding until then, seeing how happy she is springs my eternal hope back to life.

"I've never wanted anything more in this world."

They're just words but they calm my tattered nerves, soothing the caged desire I have for her into something containable, something I want to direct only to her. Once again I'm kissing her, sliding my tongue along her bottom lip as the salty sweetness becomes sweeter with her mouth opening to me. Her tongue taunts me, darting against my own with the kiss deepening to the point of where she is the only thing in my existence. I feel her hands slipping over and under my clothes, each spot she touches filled with a soft tingling in their wake. My hands follow her lead, brushing through her silky raven tresses, smoothing down her slender throat, feeling her heartbeat pulsing a rhythm similar to mine through her veins.

My fingers trail down the smoothness of her arms, helped along with hers as her clothing is lifted and dropped away with mine soon to follow. All I see and feel is her even though some part of me is registering each touch of her hand, slide of her fingers, kiss of her lips against mine. A gleaming goddess stands before me, shining in the moonlight and I can't look away even as she blushes at my gaze until our eyes lock.

My arms pull her close, bare skin to skin setting off a sensation so strong it takes my breath away. I don't recall how but we are on her bed and as I look down at her below me I can't get enough as my lips start at her ear, kiss her cheek then move along her jaw.

One, two, three, four.

Her lips beg to be taken once again but before I can be caught up I go lower, brushing her collar bone with my canines and I feel her tense before moving on to the tender hollow of her throat. She relaxes once I taste her shoulder but opens her eyes wide when I kiss down the valley between her breasts and over the taut muscles of her well shaped stomach.

I can feel her body fight the urge to squirm as my lips reach the line of her hip, kissing a trail from one to the next along her waist before moving further down her leg.

Sixteen, thirty eight, forty two. I've lost count.

She giggles as I kiss the soft skin behind her knees and I smile, remembering that for another time. I've made my way to her ankle before starting the upward ascension and she thankfully helps me up, her fingers in my hair urging me back to her lips which I take with more passion compared to the exploration of earlier.

I kiss her until I can't breathe and regrettably need to pull away, resting my forehead against hers. She takes this opportunity of rest to ease me onto my back, reversing our positions. My body moves like liquid to her touch, so relaxed and at east it's no wonder she has this power over me. As she shifts her body above mine, I am once again mesmerized by her form. The power and grace of a fighter's figure in addition to the curves and dips of a sumptuous woman dances before my eyes.

My hands rest at my sides because I don't know where to put them; it doesn't seem right to place them anywhere on her but my mind is distracted once her lips are grazing my temple. My eyes ease close letting the sensations seep into my body as she kisses my eyelids, teases her tongue over my ear and then licks my nose and I open my eyes to see her smile like a giddy love struck teenager. I feel the same smile of my own as she continues down my chest, peppering kisses along my scars. For an instant I think of how I don't want her to see them, don't want her to touch my past pains so lovingly until I realize that I wouldn't want it any other way; I want to give all of myself to her, only her.

During my revelation, she's made it to the top of my knee where she rests her cheek to watch me when another thought occurs to me. There is something else she needs to know...

I pull her back up my body to focus on what I have to say. There is no way I'd be able to talk still if her lips remained on my skin. I see the confusion and hurt in her clear brown eyes and quickly hold her face in my hands, kissing her forehead in reassurance.

"I...um....Tifa, I-"

Why is this so hard to say? I'm sure it's something she'd want to know. I haven't been with anyone else. Isn't that what girls want to hear? But what if...what if she...

Suddenly this confession doesn't feel as perfect as I thought it would and my throat goes dry. I try coughing but it doesn't feel any better. It almost hurts now to look at her perfection and know the possibility that someone else...Gah why am I thinking about this? At a time like this!

"Cloud, you can tell me anything."

Her caring words try to soothe me as if a blanket of love has been wrapped around me but I can't shake the thought of Tifa and some other guy doing what we are. That shouldn't matter, Strife. You were gone. Taking a deep breath, I say what I have to before I can talk myself out of it again.

"Ihaven'tdonethisbefore."

What did I just say? At the puzzled look on her face, I can tell she didn't get it either. Ok, just calm down. If only I could burn that stupid image out of my mind.

"I'm...I mean, I've never..."

Giving up on words, I give Tifa a meaningful look, that look. A look she clearly doesn't get as she blanches.

"You mean...you and Aerith-"

"What? No!"

That came out louder than I wanted it to but good gods. How could she think that? I mean I may have at some time felt something for Aerith but those weren't even my feelings. My inner rant comes to a jarring halt at what she says next.

"I've never done this before either." Her face relaxes with a smile that reaches all the way up to her eyes as she reaches for my hand and I look down at our fingers intertwined.

All the buzzing, the doubt, the constant image of Tifa with somebody else, somebody not me disappear and are replaced with wisps of hair dark as night, silky smooth skin, lingering lips, limbs intertwined. I feel as if I'm drowning with all the breath sucked out of me but replaced with her, filled with her.

This is what it is like to love someone so fully that you don't know where that person ends and you begin...