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MIRROR ¦ IMAGE
A DualShot by Karma205, now VermillionSky
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This idea came to me a few nights ago now, to write a fanfic sex scene from both sides of the story. The only question was, what category to base the story on, and what characters to use. In the end I succumbed to writing a Final Fantasy VII for the first time, with Cloud and Tifa as the two characters. Hopefully this will blend together nicely. None of the characters or settings are owned by me, this story contains scenes of a sexual nature, you have been warned! Anyway, now that's all out of the way, I hope you all enjoy the story!
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CLOUD
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Cloud couldn't believe it. The girl of his dreams, the one who he'd never imaged that he would (or even could) get, was stood only feet away, in what looked like just a nightgown. This had to be a dream. Mako in his system, maybe. He shook his head, as if to dispel the magic that had taken hold of him, but she remained where she was. This was as real as anything...
"Erm, Tifa?" he started, but she cut him off before he could start asking questions, with a soft "shh", almost purring from her lips, those perfect full lips, the ones that he'd never thought he'd touch. She had always been there with him, but never within reach. That was the way he knew she liked it, to be at the centre of attention, whilst everyone knew they had no chance.
But tonight?
His thoughts were shoved unceremoniously from his mind only a split second later, as she inched forward, a glint in her eyes, a cheeky smile on her face, her jet black hair swaying ever-so-slightly with the movement. God, he fancied the pants off her. She was just too good, and she probably knew it.
And with that she laced an arm softly around his neck, and brought her face to his in a kiss that he never wanted to end, their lips together only momentarily though, before he felt her tongue prise his own open and move in. Fuck Aeris, he found himself thinking, no way could she kiss anywhere near as good as this!
They broke apart slowly, their eyes opening, but never leaving each others, that glint still clear in her own as she backed away with out a word, towards the doorway to her room. It was only when she reached the door, and beckoned slowly with her finger for him to follow, that he realised he'd been rooted to the spot, still trying to make sense of the situation. But he followed anyway, as he knew, and she knew, he would.
He reached the door and glanced in, the room lit with a bright lamp on the only desk. But it wasn't the desk he was interested in. Tifa was stood at the end of the double bed, her eyes still locked on his own face, still wearing her nightgown, the thin white material draped loosely over her body, the curves of which were so clear they could be seen regardless of what she wore.
She grinned at him, and moved her hands to the bottom of her gown, and before he knew it, she was lifting it up over her body, not rushed, knowing exactly how Cloud was feeling.
But even so, she couldn't even be close to knowing just how good he was feeling. Here he was, only feet away from the most coverted girl in the the Sector, with her literally stripping for him! He had to be the luckiest man in Midgar!
The gown moved above her waist - her thin white panties coming into view. He wanted to grab out, touch her, he was killing himself stood there, but he just couldn't move, transfixed by the goddess in front, as she finally reached her chest, looking at him one last time, with the material just covering what he so desperately wanted to see, and then winking quickly, before whipping the gown over her head.
It flew to one side as the discarded it, but he hardly noticed as she grabbed his waist and brought her lips to his again in one swift movement, so fast he hardly saw her breasts before her face was against his, eyes closed as they came together hungrily, not even pausing for air. He moved his arms down her back, a constant feeling of bliss taking over, doubled as he reached her panties. His hands reached her perfect cheeks, and grinning inwardly, as the kiss continued, he squeezed them quickly, Tifa's lips opening as a short moan escaped.
By now they were operating on autopilot, and when she began to move him towards the bed he didn't even notice, his mind focused only on that perfect arse he had in his hands, on those perfect breasts pressed against his shirt, on those perfect lips entwined with his own... The backs of his legs touched the end of the bed, bringing him back to reality for a split second before paradise took over.
She pushed him down onto the bed - he wasn't going to put up a fight - and before he knew it he was staring back up at her, taking in every inch of her body as she crawled over him, dressed only in those thin white panties. It was only when she'd grabbed the sides of his pants and pulled them down over his legs that he realised he'd been fully dressed up to that moment, but it didn't really matter. He found himself trying in vain to understand the situation, as he saw her pull down his boxers, his erection coming free, but it didn't really matter. One moment later she'd pulled her panties down her own legs, and in the next moment she was over his body, himself inside her, as the rythmatic movements of her body started over the covers.
The happiest man in Midgar.
Bar none.
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That's Cloud's part done, Tifa's will be written within a week (hopefully!). It's not my best fic ever, and I struggled with some of their actions nearer the end (as you can probably tell). Please review with your thoughts though, whether you liked it or not.
