A/N: This one floated into my head one morning and I just couldn't shake it out. This pairing is a dirty little secret of mine, I find that I put them together because I think they're sexy together and that's about as far as it goes. Plus, I do love writing Reno...with just about any female.

Enjoy the pie!

Sex is emotion in motion ~ Mae West

Needless to say, it was a busy night for Seventh Heaven. Tifa was busy—wait, that was an understatement. At least she didn't have to throw anyone out. Her warm burgundy eyes met the laughing aquamarine ones of her less-than-favorite Turk; Reno. He was sitting at the bar, flirting with the girl beside him, before ordering a drink.

Tifa didn't mind him but she preferred the talkative Elena or the silent Rude over the flirtatious and cocky Reno.

Reno didn't touch his drink, his eyes were on the barmaid. Her taut booty as she bent over to pick up a rag. Oh, now, why did she wear that skirt? He thought it wasn't her style anymore. And that white tank top...it was doing something for him, most defiantly. Reno cleared his throat, forcing his attention on the girl sitting next to him.

The ice had melted in his drink. His eyes were back on Tifa. Athletic form, but still had curves, a nice chest...a nice ass...legs to die for. Reno imagined running his hands along her thighs and spreading apart her legs, hearing her scream his name...

Reno tugged at his collar. He didn't usually think about Tifa in this way. He had dubbed her "off limits" once his partner Rude said that he had a crush on her. Then again...Rude was currently in Junon...and...what his partner didn't know wouldn't kill him.

"Reno, it's closin' time." Tifa said, giving the Turk a hard look.

"Oh yeah? That's a rule, right? To leave? Too bad I don't feel like it."

"Reno." Her eye twitched, "I'm tired, I'd like to go upstairs and rest."

A smirk was on his lips, "Upstairs...alone?"

"Yes. Alone."

As Reno jumped off his bar stool, his hand slipped from the glass he was going to take with him and it shattered on the floor. "Oh shit!" He gave her an apologetic grin, "Sorry 'bout that, babe."

"Don't worry, I'll clean it up, drive safe." Tifa moved from behind the bar to pick up the pieces but Reno was a step ahead of her. He snatched the rag from her hand and to her surprise, sopped up the mess and helped pick up the glass. "Did you touch your drink at all?" She asked conversationally, placing the shards in her hand with gentle car.

His eyes met hers for the second time that evening; electricity that couldn't be ignored coursing through them. Her heart-rate picked up and she watched his eyes moved from her own, down her throat, and landing on her chest.

"I had my mind on other...stuff." Tifa swallowed, trying her hardest to be offended somehow. It wasn't working, Reno was...well he wasn't bad looking...and it was almost flattering that he found her to be attractive.

They tossed the broken glass pieces into the trash. That's when Reno pounced, his long fingers curled around her wrist, "I'm not going to beat around the bush, yo."

"Yeah, I figured." Tifa said, meeting his eyes with a challenge, "You could barely keep your eyes off me."

He let out a low whistle, "Are you surprised? Dressed like that...I'm surprised you didn't throw more guys out." His knee pushed in between her legs and Tifa let him, she let him take the lead...for now. Reno's lips were demanding, hungry against her own and she replied eagerly. Tifa may not be a seductress, but she was a woman...a woman with needs. Cloud had been in Corel for the past five days, and although their relationship wasn't what some would deem "common"...they still satisfied each other when they both weren't tired. Okay, fuck it. It had been months since Tifa had been touched by any man, including Cloud.

Things just got in the way.

Reno's tongue ran along her lower lip, making her shiver, "Am I going to have to throw you out?" Her voice was just a little breathless.

He smirked, "Only if you want to."

They kissed again, his tongue plundering and claiming and seeking. Tifa wrapped her arms around his neck and his hand gave her bum a firm squeeze. She rubbed her leg along his, taunting him, showing him, Reno's other hand went to her breast. Tifa's back was pressed against the wall and a few useless thoughts ran through her head like; I haven't locked up the bar yet. Marlene could be coming home later this evening. Reno can't stay—oh god, yes. Touch me there, Reno. There.

His hands went up her shirt, nimble fingers twirling around her nipples, as his mouth traveled to her throat. Reno wanted nothing more than to lift her up, push her panties aside and take her right there. But...he wanted to have some fun to, some foreplay, and he wanted Tifa on top. He wanted that, at least for the first time. He'd let her know, too.

Tifa pulled her tank top over her head and her fingers entangled themselves in his fiery red hair. Reno's mouth enclosed around her nipple, tongue flicking over the spot; Tifa couldn't stop herself, she let a loud moan escape her kiss-swollen lips. "How long has it been?" He whispered before his mouth took claim to the other nipple.

"Months." Tifa growled, pulling lightly on his ponytail.

His hands swooped to under her thighs and Reno hoisted her up, moving her so she was sitting on the bar. "Reno, what are you-?" Her skirt and panties were pushed to her ankles. She saw the hungry look, the lust, in Reno's aqua eyes and she felt her smile mirror his own. Tifa gasped, she wiggled, she cried out. She tugged on his crimson choppy locks as his mouth satisfied her in ways Cloud never knew how. His tongue strokes were long and languid on the bundle of nerves, they were short and quick, and his hands held her hips.

With the combined sensations of Reno's hot mouth and the cool countertop of her bar, Tifa could feel herself coming dangerously close. "Don't stop." She sucked in ragged breath. Reno didn't, if anything, he went harder. His hands spread apart her legs and his tongue slipped inside, thrusting and lavishing her. Tifa's mouth was acting on its own, screaming and letting curses fall.

"Reno!" Tifa tossed her head back as the lights exploded behind her eyelids. An enormous quake ran through her body, her fingers relaxing their grip on Reno's hair, all her muscles tensing and then releasing at once. Her hands set on his shoulders and Reno's cheek was cool as it leaned against the skin of her leg. He straightened up and picked Tifa off the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist. She had almost forgotten his wiry strength as he carried her to the guest bedroom.

Reno pulled off his jacket and shirt while Tifa unbuckled his pants. Her body was humming with excitement. Tifa took a moment to admire his lean body in the Midgar light from the dirty window. He had an athletic build, sculpted abs but he was all limbs. So lanky. Her eyes traveled from head to toe, following the trail of red hair below his belly button to see his- "Like what you see?" His rough, lust-filled voice interrupted Tifa's thoughts. Tifa's licked her lips, putting her arms around his neck, "Maybe." She answered before placing an open-mouthed kiss to his adam's apple. She pressed her body against his and Reno sucked in a breath when she rubbed her peaked nipples against his chest. This woman was driving him mad.

Reno's hands caressed her skin as he leaned back onto the bed, letting Tifa straddle him, feeling her core just inches away from his. Tifa's eyes met his just for a faint moment as she lowered herself onto his hard member. Reno's eyes fluttered closed and a guttural moan escaped from his throat. He cursed.

His hands griped her hips, roughly. Tifa began to thrust and Reno had to will his eyes to open. He swallowed, Tifa's pale body above him in the soft light of the guest room. Her breasts bouncing, her eyes closed, pink lips parted open, her fingers digging into the flesh of his abdomen. She was warm, wet, and tight. Reno's hips jerked, meeting her thrusts with her own. The bed squeaked in protest, the only noise beside their combined moaning and gasping. Tifa hunched over, he leaned up to capture her lips. His hands ran along her toned stomach and squeezed her breasts, Tifa moaned, increasing her rhythm. This was too good. Reno was buried deep inside her, somehow this position increased everything.

There was nothing else but the sensation of their bodies combined. His long, dexterous fingers and his wicked tongue. With one hand on her hip, Reno's other hand found her core, and his thumb stroked the bundle of nerves there. Tifa was panting, at the edge of another orgasm. Reno couldn't hold on any longer, he groaned and came, Tifa soon following. Something made it go on and on...she had never in her life experienced something so intense, it just kept hitting her, his calloused thumb softly running across the sensitive nub. Tifa's voice when hoarse from all the yelling and she finally felt herself coming down from the climax.

Her brown hair was matted and damp and her nude body was slick with sweat. She felt exhausted. Tifa rolled over and laid beside Reno on the small twin-sized bed. He shifted, turned so he was facing her, and his hand moved from her ribs to her hip and back again. "So..." He drawled out the word, letting Tifa finish for him.

"You should go..." Tifa said, firmly. Cloud would be back soon. It was fun, just two adults taking care of their own needs. Reno nodded, his own thoughts on Rude, and how his friend really can't know about this. Still, Tifa was one hell of a ride. Reno sat up, finding his clothes in the darkness and Tifa propped her head up with her hand.

"Reno..." He turned to look at her, admiring her warrior's body, the curves; "Stop by if you ever need a drink."

He smirked, "Will do."

How was that for my first slice of lemon pie? Did you enjoy it? What can I improve on? Do let me know!