Disclaimer: I do not own Tifa, Zack, or the game go fish, as it were. (The title's light and silly and it fits. Nyeh.)
Sakura-Angel: 'Ello! Sakura here, with another unconventional pairing. I dunno, even if I've done it before, it's still hard to get my head around. I can't stop writing it though, and I suspect it's because Zack's just a very likable guy and likes worming his goofy way into my head, and I figure he deserves some love. In Tifa form. Onward!
"You guys are weird." He returns his gaze to his cards fanned out in both hands. He looks up at us again briefly, obviously irked. "There're plenty of chairs around, you know."
We grin wolfishly at each other.
"Yeah, but I want to sit in Zack's lap," I say in an oh-sensible tone. I drape my elbow over Zack's shoulder and look at Cloud amusedly over my cards. I say with half-lidded eyes, "I want to sit in Zack's lap... and he wants me to sit in his lap too."
"Yes indeedy," he says brightly, nodding along and rearranging his cards. God, he's cute. "I want Tifa sitting here, in my lap, and not anywhere else." And he grins at me again, piquing his eyebrows.
"Okay," our blonde friend offers, still sounding unsettled. He never was the affectionate type.
"Plus, he's more comfortable than a chair," I put in, and grab two queens out of my hand, slapping them on the table. I return my arm to it's former position, hanging off his shoulder by the elbow. "Can you see my hand?" I turn to ask him, faces close.
His hair tickles me when he shakes his head. "Nope," he replies. "But... that can be arranged if you like," he says, voice low and intimate in my ear. His arm's around me, and he pulls me close, rotating me a little. He buries his face in my hair, nuzzling my neck. I lean in.
"You guys," Cloud says, not quite impatient, not quite joking.
He's so warm, lips landing on my neck. I've always loved the way he just knows things. Like how I love being kissed on my neck or my forehead, or how I'll bury my face right into a bouquet he gives me, so he'll arrange the funny prickly just-for-decoration flowers off to the sides so I don't get myself in the eye.
"You smell nice," he murmurs against my skin, and I find myself leaning in more, grip loosening on my cards.
I "mm" back at him, the hand with my cards in it pressed up against his chest.
"Get a room, guys," Cloud laughs, and I find myself laughing too, vocal chords vibrating beneath the feel of his lips.
He pulls back slowly. I'm not so warm anymore, and I miss it.
"No, no. We're ready to play." He clears his throat. "I'll start, even." He looks me square in the eye, holding back his signature I-know-something-you-don't smile. "Teef, do you have a seven?"
That little...
"How did you peek?" I half yell at him. God, how the hell...?
He starts laughing, and Cloud chimes in as I grudgingly hand over the seven.
Bugger.