A series of largely unrelated drabbles involving Tifa and Cloud.
She never wears low-cut tops. Even when she went to Don Corneo's she had selected a halter style dress. Cid makes lewd comments about her being self-conscious, and she doesn't deny it, though it's not for the reasons he thinks.
She has no insecurities about her breasts. What she never wants anyone to see is the ugly, pale slash across the swell of her chest, under her collarbone. She doesn't want to remember that pain, that nightmare of a day when her life was shredded apart like her delicate skin under the sharp blade.
But for a brief moment she's able to forget as Cloud laves his tongue across the mark, tracing it wetly, softly, reverently.
She reaches up to touch his bare stomach, and he flinches, minutely, as fingers float over the bump of healed skin under his ribcage. Leaning forward she kisses it gently.
They both have their scars from Nibelheim.