A/N: You saw this coming…

We simply fit together like a piece of apple pie,
I will be vanilla ice cream,
And I'll sing you lullabies,
I will love you in the moonlight and I'll love you in the day,
Always…

Song by Colbie Caillat, "Stay With Me"

Summary: There's just something about the martial artist that no one can quite put their finger on…Drabbles focusing on Tifa Lockhart and her interactions with each of the Dissidia cast members. May contain 012 spoilers.

Warning: May contain Dissidia 012 spoilers. Read at your own risk.

Je Ne Sais Quoi

001:

Cloud-Lust

It was the first time anything like this had happened.

Coming face to face with a warrior of Cosmos, preparing to battle his proposed enemy wasn't supposed to feel this way.

He had disciplined himself, conquered his fears and doubts. He had thought them defeated, so whence he headed into battle, he was calm and collected. He was devoid of emotions, he felt nothing. Or, at least, he had thought so.

But one look at her was all it took to break him, shatter his resolve.

She stood tall and proud, not ashamed of who she was or what she was fighting for. Her delicate features contradicted his own; where he lacked feeling, she showed compassion. Where he proved emptiness, she displayed vigor for life. Where he pushed contentment in what his task consisted of, she shone with faith; faith in her allies and in her motives. Ruby tinted eyes gleamed as much.

But it went deeper than that. There had been other females before her, each beautiful in their own respect. Yet, none could hold a candle to the dark haired beauty before him. And not a one would have ever been able to evoke so much emotion in him. As if in response, a growing hunger gnawed at him from deep within his loins. It was ferocious, beastly and it spread like a toxin throughout his body.

Long strands of chocolate tresses fell to the small of her back, tickling the edge of her ever short skirt. Porcelain skin and the smooth curve of her exposed stomach egged the beast further on, fueling it. She had a strong figure, lean arms and legs that would serve her as a lethal weapon. Yet, it was her feminine attributes that proved to be most destructive for the ever anxious observer.

Small, pink lips, shaped in the form of a ribbon, were set in a line of determination and those elusive ruby colored eyes which were framed with a thick fringe of dark, lustrous lashes, watched him the same as he watched her. The battle was no longer physical; he did not need his buster sword to fight off his own demons.

Yet she, she was oblivious to it. Unfazed by what her very presence was doing to him. It was taking up all of his willpower to keep his composure. He would not allow himself to become so flustered around his enemy.

And yet, as his azure eyes travelled the length of her body, the beast could not help but growl in fierce defiance as he took in the curves of her ample breasts and then, the way that her skirt fit snugly against her hips, shaping her form. Yet again, she seemed not to notice the affect she was having on the swordsman before her.

He couldn't understand the emotion that she was evoking in him, couldn't comprehend any of it and yet here she was, completely unperturbed by it all. It was evident that she was not having a similar reaction to him as he was to her.

Nonetheless, she put down her angry fists and they transformed back into delicate fingers, fingers none would suspect could curl up into such a fury of vicious attacks. Her mouth relaxed and the determination and worry eased away from her, like an aura that simply slipped off of her. She tucked away a piece of her chocolate colored hair behind her ear and then looked at her opponent in a familiar way. Soft and gentle, it was as if she had conceded to defeat.

And when she spoke, her voice caressed him in such a way, leaving his skin on fire and his mouth dry. It soothed his soul and yet, caused his body to feel as if it were engulfed by flame, granting access for the beast to devour him whole. Her words held little meaning; all he needed was to hear her voice. It was all it took to push him over the edge. Suddenly, he could recall the name to this emotion, this feeling she so violently brought out of him.

One syllable and yet, so many definitions. So many ways of saying it, of feeling it. Perhaps, at some point in his life, he had been familiar with it. But when it came anew, it remained fresh and as strong as the next whip that would be cracked against the flesh.

The word, the feeling, the beast named itself…Lust.


A/N: Short, simple and with a touch of spoilers. I have big plans for this. Figured I'd try out Cloud first since interactions between him and Tifa are rather notorious and a little easier to write without the current game being released just yet. Any type of feedback is welcome.