"Darn it" Tifa swore as she got out Cloud's plumbing tools and glared at the leaking pipe under the sink in the bar. She couldn't afford a plumber with the tuition fee for Denzel's private school due and Cloud's wire transfer for his support, wired from Goddess knows where, hadn't come in yet. She knew that the local public schools were good but wanted to give Denzel every advantage in life, so she tightened her belt and paid the fee twice a year.
She knew basic plumbing from watching Cloud do it so many times, they both worked hard to keep the aging building functioning. She tied her hair back securely with a scarf into a tight ponytail and got out the huge wrench and attempted to tighten it, growled in frustration. She swore in an unladylike way as Reno came in for lunch.
"Tifa?" He asked when he heard her but was unable to see her.
"Down here" a voice called and he leaned over the bar to find her kneeling on the floor before her sink and using a wrench on a stubborn looking pipe.
"What are you doing?" He asked her.
"I'm trying to tighten this pipe so it doesn't leak" she said as the thin muscles of her arms bulged at the effort.
"I think you're trying to twist it the wrong way. Here, let me" he said getting down beside her and reaching for it, when the pipe opened and became unanchored and water drenched them both. Tifa reared back from the stream while Reno reached down and turned off the mini water valve, halting the flow. Tifa blushed as her white shirt was drenched and showed off her lack of a bra beneath her white shirt and she crossed her arms over her chest and Reno looked back at her. His spiky hair was matted to his head. His own jacket and white shirt were drenched and he burst out laughing and she joined him.
"Come upstairs with me. I'll get you a towel and some dry clothes" she said.
"My pants are fine. If I could just borrow a shirt" he said. "I'll return it, I'm done work for the day" he explained.
"Of course," she said, giving him a towel and changed out of her soaked shirt and put on a baggy t-shirt over her damp skin while he used her washroom to take care of his soaked hair.
He returned topless and must have borrowed some of Cloud's hair gel as his still damp hair had been returned to its former spiky state.
"Now if I could just get that top" he suggested as her eyes seemed to unfocus and her pouty pink lips parted as if in surprise as she looked at him. She held a shirt she had been planning to give him and that fell from her nerveless hand.
She was surprised at how muscular he was without his shirt on, he didn't have the bulging muscles of Cloud. Reno was more streamlined and they were more sublet but what he had was impressive as she traced with her eyes: his wide shoulders, to the pectoral muscles of his impressive chest and followed them to his Adonis belt that embraced the rippling six packs at his slim waist. In his baggy uniform, he looked simply skinny, even if his male cleavage of his unbuttoned shirt hinted at more. Tifa could feel her mouth go dry to be in the presence of a sexually desirable male. Cloud wasn't interested in her sexually and had made that abundantly clear to her. She was shocked by her wanting Reno but felt compelled to touch him, to hold him, to have him.
She stepped forward before she realized she had and Reno was forced to wonder why she was staring at him like that. She was suddenly right before him and he jumped slightly one of her hands painless removed the goggles from his head and dragged the hair tie from his ponytail, releasing the heavy red fall of it and placed both familiarly on the nightstand beside them.
Tifa needed to see him in his natural state, hungered to touch him. She ran her hand along the sharp curve of one of his cheekbones and through the length of his heavy hair, marveling at how thick and soft it was and rested her hand on the warm flesh of the small of his back. "So beautiful" she breathed.
"What?" Reno said, startled at her strange behaviour as she'd always seemed indifferent to his looks. As far as Reno knew,Tifa regarded men as: there was Cloud and then there was every other man in the world she had no interest in.
He shivered slightly as the damp front of her hair brushed against his exposed flesh, leaving goose bumps on his skin as her hand remained on his back and her unbound breasts nestled against him beneath her t-shirt as she leaned on him. She looked up at him and her lust softened eyes were positively languid as they examined his face.
"I need to touch you, to taste you. Please let me" she requested and he acquiesced with a single dumb nod as he swallowed hard, wondering at the change in her and how far she was willing to go.
Her other hand slid up to cradle the back of his head as delicately as one would a fragile egg and drew him forward so that their faces were inches apart and their warm breaths mingled. Her kiss began with her lightly nibbling his bottom lip, drawing him in and enticing him as his lips covered hers and her lips curled beneath his. He memorized the natural pout of her full lips as they moved beneath his and she parted his lips with her tongue to dance with his as her arms snaked around him. She felt drunk on the sensation as her hand slid lower to cup the cheek of one of his buttocks and he hissed at her bold touch as she gave it an appreciative squeeze.
She broke of their kiss as they panted for breath and he shivered as her lips began to nuzzle and nip his neck until his nerve endings seemed to dance under her stimulation. His hands raised the hem of her rather baggy t-shirt to explore the soft flesh of her back, exploring the sweet curve of her waist and cup one full buttock as well. She made a noise deep in her throat at this.
She wasn't done her teasing as she moved down his chest, nibbling and caressing every inch of it until he was groaning at her gentle, yet erotic touches. Her mouth finally pressed small kisses to his firm, rippling stomach and she encircled his navel with her tongue, before she knelt before him as if in prayer. "Keep still" she said, beaming a seductive smile he could never imagine her capable of.
Another dumb nod agreed and he shivered as she undid and reached into his black boxer briefs and removed his hard length and he groaned at the feeling of cool air on it as it bobbed between them and then groaned even harder as her warm breath curled teasingly against it and her warm oral cavity engulfed as much of him as she could.
His own pale hand now cradled the crown of her hand in encouragement as her lips caressed his length with each suckle as she bobbed on his member until he was groaning with pleasure. Her hands pushed his pants and underwear down and he groaned as her nails ran seductively along his sensitive inner thighs and soft fingers played with his clenching testicles. His eyes were clenched in arousal and his features tightened with the need to release. It had been a while for him, he'd been so busy lately and unable to get the sweet relief of a woman's soft body. Too busy to even open his black book. With the once proud unit that was the Turks were dwindled to only four members, there was more demand then members to satisfy all their client's needs.
He could feel his testicles burning to release into Tifa and pulled her to her feet and she looked startled at this. "I want to share it with you" he explained. Now it was time for Tifa to dumbly nod as she looked up at him. She felt overwhelmed that he wanted to join with her, to cum inside her.
He pulled her t-shirt over her head. He had pictured her breasts in his head and his musings had proven accurate, they were full and lush with tight, rose-tipped peaks, they were perfect. He traced the line of her firm belly, running his fingers gently along her rib cage and up to capture their heavy weight, teasing and toying with her puckered nipples until she was softly moaning.
"Lie down" she panted, obviously needing to control their time together.
He lay down on her bed and allowed her to remove his pants, underwear and socks as her bare breasts swayed with her movements and turned that worshipful gaze on him again as if he were a beautiful work of art as she undid and stepped out of her skirt. Leaving herself wearing just a white thong.
Reno was a study of lithe, angular limbs as he lay on her bed. His hair was sprawled beneath him and he looked like a dangerous, majestic jungle animal at rest. The shadows of the leaves outside her window painted false tattoos on his pale skin as her eyes caressed his exposure. He wasn't unblemished, he wore scars on his skin that no doubt came from his dangerous job and his hands had callouses when he'd caressed her. The soft light of the sun made his unbound hair made it glint like flames and the contrast between his paleness and fire of his hair was a visual that was impossible to resist. She was literally a moth drawn to flame.
Her hips swayed slightly as she walked to him and he leaned up. His hands hooked into the bands at her waist and pushed her thong from her until it fell off the rest of the way as he leaned over and lapped at her heated core and she cried out and her legs would have given away if he hadn't drawn her onto the bed with him.
She positioned herself so she lay on top of him while they kissed, she was slightly nervous at the idea of being with another man, yet it felt natural at the same time to feel the long length of his body against hers. His muscular body felt like silk wrapped steel and yet his warm skin was soft as she ran her hands greedily over any area she could reach on him. She was on fire for him and he would probably burn her in the end, but she didn't care.
His eyes were full of arousal as she gazed down at him as she positioned her knees on either side of him as she straddled him. Her small hand caught his member and held it to her aching core. He went to smirk but failed to as she eased her hips down, taking just the tip of him into her tight body, relishing holding him there. Remaining still just to tease them both and gasped as she lunged down to take his hard bulk into her. She cried out as he touched every nerve ending inside her needy sex. His hand gripped her hips as she rode him like she was an unbroken filly as she bucked and heaved on him.
"Tifa, it's been too long. I'm going to cum..." He almost shouted through clenched teeth. She was completely undone as tears dripped beneath her clenched eyes at the sensation of his movements in her. Just watching her was enough to make him cum as she undulated on him, her breasts bouncing enticingly and her hungry expression was almost feral with her need for her sweet release.
"Yesssssss" she cried as her damp hair flew around them. Her eyes flew open as the world spun out of control as she came and he went steely hard and then hotly burst into her pulsating walls as they massaged his own needy sex, spiking her own pleasure and prolonging it.
"Yes, you're going to give me the shirt?" Reno asked Tifa, wondering why she was saying it so emphatically to a simple inquiry as she stood frozen in place with a weird expression on her face. He felt exposed at how hungry she looked and felt absurdly like crossing his arms over his chest, like a woman trying to conceal her breasts from unwanted eyes. Her scrutiny of him made him feel uncomfortable.
She dropped the shirt and then quickly retrieved it. "Oh sorry, here" she said and handed it to him.
He pulled it on, "this will do. Do you have a shopping bag I can borrow for my shirt and jacket?" He asked her.
"Sure" she said, hurrying to retrieve one, realizing she'd better get Cloud home and laid soon. Embarrassed what she was fantasizing about the Turk. Honestly, as if she'd never seen a half-naked man before!
She could barely look at him as she made him up a grilled cheese sandwich and gave him a beer for his lunch and he left and went about his day, oblivious to what occurred in her mind and she went and took a cold shower.