Everybody need's a drabble folder, right? Posts will not be in a timeline order and will be posted as and when I feel like it. Some may even lead into continuations but depends on my confidence, as I don't really have any when it comes to writing. So if anybody wishes to take some of the work I've posted and use it for their own, please contact me as I have lots of ideas, I just can't link them well enough to produce a story worthy of being posted!
Summary: Ok, first fanfic I've ever produced. It's just a one off. Something was niggling at the back of my head so here goes.. Hope you enjoy! Tifa & Yuffie are heading out for Shera's Hen Party (a British term for the bride-to-be's party before the big day, usually held a couple of week's before the big day).
Rating: T only for a few naughty swear words.
(Drabble 1) No Gloves
Blink.
A swipe of black mascara coated the fine lashes of Tifa's wine eyes. "One more coat should do it." As instructed by Yuffie, Tifa blinked again and her lashes fluttered over the brush slowly as its thick texture painted the fine hair. "Right, all done! See whatcha think Teef?"
Tifa fluttered her lashes, airing them out as she stood up from her seat taking a hold of the small cabinet mirror Yuffie offered to her. Tilting it to an angle to capture the full roundness of her face, her rosy lips curved into a gentle smile. "Looks good to me, but it's not too much for me is it?" Tifa queried as she inspected Yuffie's handy work on her facial features.
Yuffie rolled her eyes and reached over, gently prying Tifa's fingers away from the mirror before Tifa started to have second thoughts about adding gloss to her lips. "No, it's not too much. You've barely got anything on. A bit of eyeliner, mascara and blusher is hardly paintwork Teef." Yuffie reasoned, tossing the mirror onto the satin sheets of Tifa's bed. Twirling around, she whipped out her lip gloss from the fold of her jeans pocket and slipped of the lid. "Anyways, pucker up babe. This stuff will pump out those lips!"
Tifa could've stepped aside, or tilted her head back a little to avoid Yuffie's invasion of lip gloss to her lips. Instead, she parted her lips slightly and leaned forward so Yuffie needn't stretch too far. After all, Yuffie was a good few inches shorter than her and need not be reminded exactly how short she was. And she could always wipe the lip gloss off later if it bothered her too much.
"There, perfection! God Teef, I wish I had your lips and eyes and hair and boobs and-"
"Yuffie, you're beautiful just the way you are", Tifa tilted her head slightly and smiled, interrupting Yuffie's usual rant of excessive compliments.
Tifa's smile was infectious. Her soft features, enhanced with a smoky twist to her eyelids were warm and friendly. Yuffie smiled back in response and began applying the gloss to her own lips. "Spose so, too bad nobody else see's it other than you Teef," Tifa rolled her eyes and slid her feet into her sling back heels. "Saying that though, I swear that Johnny guy has been eyeing my ass lately. I've caught him out a few times. Cheeky bastard!" Yuffie grinned, popping the lid back on and sliding it back into her pocket. "Right, we ready? I'm dying for a drink and Shera said to be there for seven sharp."
Tifa laughed and nodded, grabbing her handbag and looped it between the creases of her inner elbow. Walking towards the bedroom door awkwardly, she already regretted wearing these daft heels and wished she could've just worn her usual boots, she turned her head to face Yuffie "Let me just check on Marlene and Denzel first and then we'll-" Tifa failed to finish as the heel of her shoe caught on an uneven slab of wood from her bedroom floor. The heel, trapped into the crease of the wooden slab was snatched away from her feet. Tifa was quick to react, arms instantly shot out in front of her to attempt to prepare for her fall.
Instead, strong arms looped around and underneath her armpits and knees were bent to support her frame. In one gentle but swift lift, Tifa was back onto her feet. Blushing furiously, her eyes met the brightest, wide blue eyes staring straight back into her own. "Hey, are you alright?" He gently asked as he settled her to a steady stand, his palms smoothed the material of her dress along the long curves of her sides.
"Oh! Cloud I'm sorry, I should've watched where I was going!" Her cheeks still flushed that crimson haze and her breath hitched in the back of her throat as her words spoke in a gentle whisper.
"It's ok Teef," Cloud gently assured her, his eyes still directly looking into her own. "Just next time, give me a heads up." He grinned, stepping backwards, drawing back his palms to his own sides.
Tifa smiled, frantically turning away quickly so her blush could be hidden from Cloud. Sweeping low to the floor, her fingers hooped round the backs of her heel and sheepishly avoided Yuffie's grin as she tried to slip her shoe back on in one attempt.
"Nice catch Cloud. Maybe next time you could like, sweep her literally off of her feet. You know, like how a hero would?" Yuffie toyed with a lock of her short bob, grinning like a Cheshire cat as she ignored Tifa's frantic glare of embarrassment.
"Err-Maybe?" Cloud answered awkwardly, scratching the back of his chocobo spiky locks as his own blush quickly reddened his cheeks.
Yuffie, still grinning stepped forwards and nudged Tifa playfully as she side stepped round the now standing Tifa and walked through the doorway and passed Cloud, who leaned backwards to avoid Yuffie from barging into him. "Teef, the kids will be fine with Cloud. Now come on, we've got a hen party to get to and I'm praaaaying there's going to be some hot guys wearing next to nothing serving me my cocktails!" Yuffie thundered down the stairs in her six inch stilettos as if she was born in those heels.
"Yuffie's only joking Cloud-" Tifa smiled as she began to stand up, her burning cheeks began to cool down and she only prayed that the blusher Yuffie applied to her cheeks had masked her blush.
"Yeah, I know Teef. So, uh are you ready? Marlene and Denzel are watching a DVD in Marlene's room. I've made them some popcorn..." Cloud quickly turned the conversation round as he stepped towards Tifa. But his voice drifted as his mako eyes scanned over Tifa's attire of dress.
She wore a strapless, dark blue dress with a sweetheart cut that curved her hips and fell a few inches about her knees. Her long ebony locks hung in loose curls around the nape of her throat and flicked out to tickle the mound of her breasts. As she bent forwards to brush her smooth thighs, he caught a glimpse of her ample bosom pressed together to form a tight cleavage. Gulping silently, he was taken aback. Tifa always looked pretty in her day attire but tonight was something else. She looked amazing. "Teef, you look-you look good!"
"My, is that a compliment from Cloud Strife?" Tifa grinned and flicked her hair to fall behind her shoulders to reveal her slender throat.
'Good? That's the best you can offer?' An inner voice nagged at him as he blinked and nervously looked to the side, towards the window ledge of Tifa's room. "I guess so?" He panicked, but his exterior remained calm and collective.
Tifa dropped her shoulders slightly as a silent sigh escaped past her lips. Feeling even more of a moron, she quickly began to usher past Cloud, dipping her head as she quickly walked past. "Um, Denzel's got football training in the morning and Marlene has a sleepover tomorrow night at her friends so they can't have a really late night. And I'll be home about one I think, depending on when I can drag Yuffie back. And-"
Tifa was halted as Cloud's fingers danced lightly over her slim wrist and pulled her gently towards his frame. She wondered if he was going to grab her for a moment and pull her into a kiss.
It never came.
Instead his fingers snatched back to his side as soon as she halted before him. Deeply, she felt shameful of her inner thoughts. Cloud was her best friend and had never shown that he wanted anything more. Turning her head so her eyes caught his own, she whispered his name so quietly; he only saw the flick tongue between parted wet lips.
"Teef, be careful tonight." He warned but in a tone that twitched Tifa's eyebrows in curiosity. "No falling over." He instructed and instantly he flashed his cocky and cheeky grin.
"I will and I won't Cloud," Tifa blushed, her lashes fluttered as she returned his gaze and curved her lips into their own playful smile. "Well, I'll try and not fall over anymore. These shoes are just a bit different for me. More like Yuffie's kind of thing. Guess my boots wouldn't really suit my dress now would they?"
Cloud folded his arms into a loose fold against the hard flatness of his stomach shrugging a little. "Guess not?" He answered a little dumbfounded. Women's fashion was most definitely not his thing.
"Tifa! Our rides here, hurry the hell up!" Yuffie barked from downstairs, they could hear the pacing of Yuffie's heels walking up and down in impatience along then hallway's floor.
"The bar's being tendered to by Johnny and Alexia tonight, so you shouldn't need to pop downstairs unless they need you for something. I should be back before one ok? Sorry if I wake you."
Cloud shook his head, closing his eyes he gently assured her "Don't worry about it."
"Ok, well don't say I didn't warn you!" She teased.
Opening his eyes, he caught her glance again and she smiled her lovingly, Tifa-only smile before whipping her head round and gestured a gentle wave as she climbed down the stairs. Her steps were a little wobbly, but at least her palms gripped the banister to support her.
A realization dawned on Cloud. A strange thought, but carefully noted. Her knuckles were totally bare, the colours of a humans flesh. He had never seen Tifa without her gloves, even as she served and poured drinks in the bar beneath their apartment.
Vulnerability screamed at Cloud and hesitantly, for a few seconds he began rocking back and fourth on his heels as he contemplated asking Tifa where the hell her gloves were. Sure, it was only a hen party she was attending to, with an abundance of women dancing and drinking the night away but this was Tifa. Tifa was sensible, always and literally 'on the ball' and never letting her guard down. She had battled and won against countless attacks from their days of hunting and killing Sephiroth and the remnants. And that was only a few years ago.
Sephiroth. Cloud shuddered at the thought and reminded himself that Sephiroth would not be returning to this world ever again.
"Tifa?" Cloud asked as he stepped forwards towards the kid's bedroom, ready to open the door. "Where are your gloves?"
"Huh? Oh, they're in my handbag Cloud. But I won't need them tonight." Tifa gently laughed as her foot found the bottom step and her palms tore away from the safety of the banister. "See you later Cloud-Hey! Okay I'm coming, I'm coming!" She quickly called as Yuffie's patience had taken its toll and was now being ushered out through and into the bar area.
Cloud closed his eyes for the briefest second and ignored the cheering and whistling as the girl's walked through and into the bar area. Opening the door to where Marlene and Denzel laid on the bed, huddled up watching a film he asked "So then, who's ready for some popcorn?"
"Me me me me!" A chorus of voices responded and Cloud laughed.
