Title: Just a Dream
Author: Youkonohisui
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Notes: This… just kinda came to me one night. Not a whole lot of plot to it, but not pointless sex. Sorry if I took some liberties with Tifa… I don't know as much about her… Sorry. sweatdrop
Characters: Reno, Tifa
Fandom: FFVII
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters contained herein. I merely borrow them for my own perverted entertainment.
Word Count: 473
Summary: She goes to him. When life gets too safe, and she's looking for a little danger, she goes to him.
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She goes to him.
When she doesn't want to think about what the only man in her life really wants and when surrogate motherhood is too banal, normal, safe.
She goes to him.
She is a fighter, strong and powerful. Her place is fighting for what she believes in with all her might and heart and soul against someone who made the fatal mistake of daring to attempt to take that away from her.
Constantly, she finds herself instead pouring drinks and bandaging scrapes.
Her heart wants Cloud to recognize her as what he wants, but she knows that not even he is sure what that is.
So when the ache gets to be too much, she goes to him.
He doesn't care about her, and she knows it. It's not the best situation, but at least she knows what's going on. All the cards are on the table. And fucking around with a Turk, a previous enemy, brings that hint of danger that her motherly life lacks.
Most times, it seems he can't help but talk constantly, but when he's with her, he's silent.
The first time, it shocked her, confused her, forced her to ask if he really wanted this. He claimed he did, smoke swirling around them from the cigarette in his hand, softening the room and giving it a dreamlike quality that had her unconsciously relaxing.
It's okay; this is just a dream.
Reno isn't really kissing me.
He tastes like beer and smoke and… something else. Something good.
I'm not really letting him take off my clothes and lay me on his couch.
It's softer than I expected.
That isn't his dick rubbing hard circles against my thigh as his tongue runs across my nipples.
His tongue is so hot.
This… is all… just… a dream.
The next morning, she scrambles to find her clothes, put herself into some semblance of order, force herself back into the costume of mother, caretaker, bartender… boring. She feels eyes watching her; her senses haven't dulled yet. Whipping around, she notices Reno awake, eyes far too sharp for this early in the morning.
He isn't supposed to wake up! He never wakes up!
Those eyes roam over her form, and she senses that he is looking deeper than just her body. Finally, his eyes meet her eyes, cerulean to mahogany. She stands perfectly still, not sure what to expect as she feels her illusion start to crumble around the edges. Finally, after an eternity of his searching her soul, finally, he gives a flippant grin and says "How about next time you bring some of that liquor you've got holed up in that bar of yours? The good stuff; none of that cheap shit."
She sighs in relief. This is Reno. Just Reno. Nothing has changed.
It was all just a dream.