Characters:

Cloud Strife: Tall, blonde, piercing blue eyes. Secretive, mysterious, keeps to himself. Likes to wear black. In a relationship with Tifa Lockhart, they've been together for 2 1/2 years.

Squall Leonhart: Tall, brown hair, baby blue eyes, scar across his face, very serious, keeps his morals in line. Single, likes to sword fight or practice at the boxing facility.

Aerith Gainsborough: Medium height, long brown hair; usually secured with a pink bow. Beautiful green eyes. Quiet, peaceful, fragile. Likes to speak her emotions, but is afraid of being hurt.

Tifa Lockhart: Medium height, long, black straight hair. Very toned. Likes to practice at the boxing facility. Big brown eyes. Very tough, doesn't open up easily. In a relationship with Cloud Strife for 2 1/2 years.

Prologue:

Cloud had always been secretive about his emotions and feelings, there was never a time where there was an exception to that rule. Girls would swoon over his charming good looks and irresistible mysteriousness. The only two girls in his sights though, where Tifa Lockhart and Aerith Gainsborough. One wanted him, the other didn't. Cloud had been dating Tifa for years now, but couldn't help but yearn after Aerith. Aerith wouldn't give Cloud the time of day, with or without him dating Tifa. Lately, Cloud's attention had been shifting from Tifa to Aerith, and he couldn't understand why. Was it because Aerith wasn't into him, and it drove him crazy? Was he just getting bored of his extensive relationship with Tifa? The answer wouldn't come to him, as none of the ones he came up with seemed to fit.

Cloud's POV:

I woke up next to Tifa on a sunny Friday morning, 30 minutes before my alarm was due to go off. I switched it off, preventing it from going off later, and shifted towards Tifa. I studied her sleeping face in the sunlight. Her black hair fell in her face, and her lips were curved in a slight smile. Her bra was peeking out of her white tank top, and she seemed so at peace with the world. I ran my thumb across her right cheekbone before slowly getting out of bed, preventing her from waking.

I walked over to my closet to grab a typical outfit; a black v neck, black baggy pants, a black leather jacket with my signature silver wolf sewn on, and a pair of combat boots. I drug my clothes to the bathroom, where I swiftly showered and dried off. Before I could get clothed, the bathroom door opened and Tifa peeked inside. She looked beautiful, as she always did. Her hair was tousled as a result from sleep, her brown eyes had a glisten in them that always indicated mischief, her tank top was revealing the top of her bra, and her shorts were wrinkled. I was fully exposed, and she ran her eyes over me thoroughly before walking closer to me. She pinned me against the wall, and traced me with her fingers.

"Cloud, awake so early my love?" She said tauntingly. Tifa had a voice that made me almost more excited than I get seeing her naked. I smiled at her, and placed my index finger under her chin. She immediately grabbed my wrists and held them above me, pinned to the wall. She kissed my right temple, and then my left; my nose, and then finally my lips. It started out softly, but became much more passionate and urgent in a matter of seconds. What was just a dry, lip to lip kiss quickly became full-opened mouth. Her tongue swiped at mine as they danced together, and after a few moments she pulled away. Still holding my wrists, she kissed my neck, and then my chest. Letting my arms go, she trailed her kisses down my torso and to my hips. Then they followed down my legs, to my knees, and then back up to the insides of my thighs. I was hard, rock hard. Tifa always had a way of being sensual, and it never failed. She looked at my erection, and looked up at me snickering. I knew what she was going to do. She softly kissed the tip, rose back to her feet, and exited the bathroom without a word. Tifa loved leaving me hanging. She knew how much she could drive me crazy, and she used it to her advantage. Ignoring my clothing, I briskly walked after her and found her in our bedroom. I pinned her against the curtained window, and stripped off her tank top. She was wearing my favorite of her bras, a black lacy one that showed her cleavage off amazingly. I held her arms as I moved down to the waistband of her shorts, and slid them off with my teeth. I unlatched her bra when I returned back up, and released her hands. I grabbed her breasts in my hands, and she let out a moan. I bent my head down to suck on her left nipple, and her head tilted back against the window. I slid my hand into her panties and began to rub her. She sighed loudly, and I returned my mouth to hers. I continued to rub her as I kissed her, and she'd occasionally moan into my mouth. After a few moments, I kneeled on the ground and grabbed her panties with my teeth, slowly sliding them down. Just as I got them off, my phone rang. She looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Cloud... We always get this far and then you interrupt it. You owe me this." I closed my eyes in irritation, but wasn't in the mood to stop what I had started. I let the phone pick up, and I pushed Tifa on the bed. I scrambled over her, running my body over hers. I knew what Tifa's favorite thing was. She loved being eaten out, and I loved giving her that. I pushed her up towards the top of the bed, gave her one last kiss, and moved down south. I kissed her hips, then her inner thighs, and then made contact with her wet, sweet pussy. I flicked my tongue around her clit, and she moaned loudly. I brought my tongue in and out of her, slowly at first, and then with quickening speed. She started moaning loudly, and before I knew it she was begging me to enter her.

"Cloud! Stop! I need you inside me." She was trembling, and begging, so I did what she asked. I got above her, and entered her. She gasped as she took my whole length inside of her, and I smiled. I started slowly, and then increased speed as we both moaned together. After a few minutes, I was gyrating so fast that we both climaxed together. I collapsed beside her, but only for a moment as I realized what time it was. I went to get off the bed, but she held my wrist.

"Stay with me. Don't leave. You never give me attention anymore. This is the first time we've had sex in weeks, I don't want to ruin this atmosphere." Annoyed now, I left her alone on the bed and got dressed. Without saying goodbye, I got on my motorcycle and took off. Aerith was on my mind again, and she was who I pictured when I was having sex with Tifa. I don't know what's wrong with me...

Tifa's POV:

I just had sex with Cloud for the first time in three weeks. It wasn't passionate like it used to be, it wasn't filled with love. It was lustful. It wasn't satisfying. It may have been the most terrible sex I'd ever had with him. I climaxed, but didn't feel the passion that we once had together. Something's been on Cloud's mind, and he won't tell me. I wonder if maybe our relationship is slowly starting to crumble. It scares me to think about it. I got up off the bed, and walked over to my closet, picking up a white tank top, tight leather shorts, suspenders, and boots. I walked into the shower and cleaned up from the encounter a few minutes ago. After getting clean and dressed, I decided to pick up the phone to call Cloud. I noticed he left without even saying goodbye; I wonder what I did wrong this time. The phone rings six times, and then goes to voicemail. I figure he's just on his motorcycle and can't answer. At least, that's what I'm hoping. I have nothing important to get done today, so I decide to take a stroll to the boxing training facility to burn off some of these thoughts that are pacing in my head.

Cloud's POV:

I shouldn't be here, but I am anyway. In front of Aerith's house. What drove me here? Why am I thinking of her? She shouldn't be in my head at all. I should be thinking of Tifa, and Tifa only. After all, she is my girlfriend of two and a half years... But I can't get this girl out of my head. She's ruining my relationship, she's going to ruin everything for me. Suddenly, my feet carry me to her front door, and before I can think better of it, I ring the doorbell. I try to get my feet to turn and run from her house before she answers, but it's too late. She's standing there, with the door open, hair spiraling down around her beautifully shaped face, her green eyes glistening in the sunlight. You can tell she'd just woken up not long ago, for her trademark bow isn't in place yet, and she's in shorts and a button down sleeping shirt. She seems shocked to see me.

"C-Cloud, what are you doing here?"

"Aerith, can I come inside please? We need to talk." She looks at me worriedly, like Aerith always does, and allows me inside. I sit on her loveseat in the living room, and she sits beside me. Too close for comfort...

"What's going on? This doesn't seem like it's going to be good." Aerith looked into my eyes, and I closed mine. How could I possibly tell her what's going on? I couldn't. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I can NOT cry in front of her. Why is this getting the better of me? I opened my eyes, and she saw the water forming in them. She lifted her hand and wiped the tears away.

"...What is going on Cloud? I've never seen you this way..." Aerith sounded genuinely concerned. I looked at her lips, they looked so kissable, so irresistible. I felt her hand on my knee as she leaned closer to me. It put me on edge, even though I know it wasn't intended to be romantic. My feelings got the better of me, and I kissed her. Her eyes stayed open for a moment, and she sat stiff, but slowly closed her eyes. Sense must have returned to her, because after a moment she pulled away from me.

"What are you doing!?" She got off the couch and looked at me like I was crazy. I looked away from her, and looked down at my feet. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't possibly say what I was thinking. Cloud Strife telling someone how he feels? Impossible. I could never do it. I put my head in my hands and sat there, feeling Aerith watching me with caution. Finally, she broke the silence.

"You're dating Tifa... How could you?" She sounded truly offended. I didn't look at her. I couldn't. It was a bad idea to come here. I stood up, avoiding eye contact, and headed for the door. Somehow, with some agility I didn't know she had, she got to the door before me and blocked my path.

"I demand answers, Cloud." She said defensively. I glared at her, because she knows that I can't speak about my emotions. It's too hard for me. I pushed her aside gently and wedged my way through the door. She followed me, and watched me as I made my way to my motorcycle. I sat down, ready to take off, and searched my pockets for my keys, they were nowhere to be found. I checked the ignition.. Nothing. Aerith walked over, and stood over me. She had my keys dangling from her hands. She frisked them from me! I sneered at her.

"Tell me what's going on, and you'll get your keys back. I don't seem like a very quick witted, mischievous girl; but we all have two sides to our personalities." I got off my bike and sat on the cement below. She sat across from me, making sure to keep distance this time, to prevent another kiss.

"Lately, I can't get you out of my mind. I don't know why. I love Tifa, but you keep clouding my mind somehow and I don't know what to do. I don't even know why I'm here. I just... Ended up here." I had to speak the words slowly, because I was basically choking on them. Aerith looked at me, and seemed worried and pissed all at the same time.

"You know I'm not interested in you, Cloud. Not just because you're my best friend's boyfriend, but because of other reasons too. I don't like a man who can't tell me how he feels, and I'm not typically attracted to blondes. You're not hard to look at, but not my type. I know you're used to girls chasing you, and not used to being told no; but I'm telling you that I'm not chasing you, I'm not into you, and I'm telling you no. That might be why you're thinking of me; because I'm the first girl to tell you no. Get out of here before I change my mind about telling Tifa." She threw my keys at me, and walked back into her house. I picked up my keys, and took off without hesitation. What have I done?