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Mo(u)rning Will Come
Aeris slips behind her in the bed like it's the most natural thing in the world, slender arms wrapping around Tifa's waist.
"You still have your Materia on," Aeris mumbles against her hair, curling her leg around Tifa's. She still has her boots on, too, leaving stains of soil against Tifa's bare skin.
"It was a bad day." She shifts against the mattress, pressing a little closer to Aeris in the process, who responds with a snuggle. The shape of her bosom is warm and firm against Tifa's back. "Sometimes I wish that all of this was just a nightmare," Tifa continues, sudden tears prickling in her eyes.
"It will get better," Aeris promises, mouthing the words against her cheek this time. Her lips are soft like petals of a flower, her hands slightly rougher to touch as they start to move freely along Tifa's body, gathering her breasts in her palms, sliding them down to the smooth muscles of her stomach, fingertips dipping beneath her skirt. "And you'll get better. Mornings are beautiful here. It will soothe you, I promise."
The hands return all the way up to her face, cupping her, preparing to turn her around.
"But you won't be here with me," Tifa says, and faces Aeris on her own.
And there is no dirt on her skin, no lingering warmth, and only thing to kiss her is light seeping inside from the window.