Hi Folks,

And a happy new year to you too! I've stumbled on some more RufTi since finishing my last story and I thought, yeah, I'd still like to write some more. But this time they'll only be one shot pieces ranging from ratings K-M. Some will also be in the canon of my Anxiety story, which will be indicated on the 'premise' portion of each chapter. I don't think I have the time or patience to write an ongoing story right now. Anyway, enjoy. If you have a prompt you would like for me to write (and a rating K-M), leave it in the review. Thanks!

Premise: Tifa has infiltrated Don Corneo's mansion with the plan to get information. However, the plan gets derailed when an unexpected visitor wants her company.

Rating: M

Tifa Lockhart wanted to laugh at how easy it was to gain access to Don Corneo's mansion. When Barrett and she had formulated the plan, they'd expected it to take a lot long. But no, she simply walked up to the front door and inquired about a job and she was immediately brought in, sized for a dress and made up to look like a 'bride' for the man. When she emerged into the ladies' dressing room, numerous girls dressed in cute bee outfits immediately took notice of her. Some glances were full of disdain, but others looked at her with pity, knowing the fate that awaited the young woman.

"Let me fix up her hair," one of them led her over to her to the makeup counter.

Tifa looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was slightly mussed from the carriage ride there. She also had a good chance to look at her dress. It was so tight, like a second skin. This wasn't her look at all. She suddenly felt so trapped and longed for her skirt and shirt. She sighed. She already talked a big game to her teammates about this mission, she couldn't back down. But my, did she look a sight. She couldn't wait to go back to Cloud looking like this. "Thank you," Tifa said to the girl fixing up her hair.

"Not a problem. The last thing you want is for the Don to be upset with his bride's appearance," she replied.

"What's he like?"

She sighed and whispered in her ear, "A gross pig that sweats a lot and has no respect for women." She leaned back up and resumed brushing Tifa's hair. "But he will pay you well for tonight if he selects you, so just keep up a brave front until it's all over."

Tifa shrugged. She knew the Don wasn't going to get very far, but she didn't say anything. "Thanks for the heads up," she said.

The woman finished up. "You should go and walk around. The Don thinks favorably of women that like to show themselves off before they retire for the night."

Tifa nodded and stood up. Suddenly, there was a large scrambling in the dressing room. The girls were going wild, quickly finishing their prep work and moving toward the door. "What's going on?"

They could hear some key words and name among the buzz of the women. The woman that fixed Tifa's hair gasped. "The Vice President is here! Without notice!" She quickly stepped beside Tifa and fixed her makeup more heavily.

"The Vice President?" Tifa knew that Shinra of course had a Vice President, but she didn't know who he was.

"Yes, President Shinra's son, Rufus. Sometimes he comes by, but he usually gives a few days notice." She frantically brushed on more rouge on her cheek.

Tifa didn't know the President had a son. All of her team's efforts were focused on his father. "I see. Why are you freaking out?"

She glanced at Tifa over her shoulder and then went back to the mirror. "That's right, you're new here. Vice President Shinra is gorgeous! He's very generous and always tips well. Also, when a girl is selected, he doesn't even do anything to them. He just has them wait on him while he reads and drinks wine. So when he comes, everyone vies to be his choice..."

Tifa tilted her head in thought, wondering what kind of person he was. 'Probably an ingrate like his father,' she thought. "Interesting. Why would he come to a place like this to just read?"

The woman scoffed. "Who cares? If he wants to come and dump a boatload of money on a girl just to stand next to him while he has his nose buried in a book, don't question it. The last girl that waited on him made enough money to move out of the slums and rent a house in Kalm."

"Sounds like a nice guy," she responded. 'Probably does horrendous things and pays her for her silence.'

"Yeah very nice. You should go out there too. Though Rufus doesn't select 'bride' material, best not upset the Don in the company of the Vice President."

"Thanks. I guess I'll…see you around." Tifa turned heel and walked into the main foyer. She could see a crowed of security personnel escorting someone to an upstairs bedroom.

"How nice to see you Mr. Vice President. Thank you for coming." An older woman dressed in a gaudy gold and pink kimono came in to greet him. Tifa tried to glimpse him through the crowd, but could only see patches of white. In reality she knew she should've laid low, considering Don Corneo was her target, not him. But after the conversation she had with the other woman, she was definitely curious, despite the fact she'd only want to strangle him and send a message to his awful company.

She noticed the other girls that were standing at attention to him started to move around and serve the people that were with him. Tifa, glancing at other women who weren't in bee uniforms but custom dresses like her, decided to just move around. She was told about what was expected of her when she was getting fitted into her dress. While her absence of a bee uniform made it clear to other patrons that she wasn't for sale that night, she was still instructed to walk around and mingle with the other patrons.

First she had to be selected in the preliminary rounds, among the other girls walking around, then once more in the final selection lineup. The Don was on the second story overlooking the crowd of women and patrons beneath him. Looking around, Tifa felt nervous. The other 'brides' were absolutely stunning, like movie stars, with their perfectly engineered bodies and faces. What's more, they were so at ease casually flirting with complete strangers. Tifa tried her best to keep from talking much and found herself subconsciously walking toward the crowd of personnel escorting the Vice President around. She saw the crowd around him dissipate and almost glimpsed the mysterious man until she was forcefully turned around by a woman in a bee uniform holding a tray. "Boss wants you to know you're up for preliminary selection. Be upstairs in his office by nine fifty."

Tifa nodded, relieved that the first phase was cleared. She turned around again and tried to find the Vice President again, but only glimpsed him from behind. He had lovely flaxen hair, and he was tall. Much taller than Cloud by at least half a foot. When Tifa was informed of a bookish man that drank wine in brothels, she pictured someone a lot more unfavorable. But even from the back, he still commanded authority. She saw that he was holding a glass of champagne and was pointing behind him with thumb over his shoulder. Suddenly she saw the eyes of the men in front of Shinra looking up at her. Nervously, she darted away and lost herself in the crowd once more. Did they know who she was?

They didn't follow her aggressively, she realized, so she was content in moving around constantly trying to avoid them. She waited until it was almost time for her to go upstairs. Cautiously, she moved toward the ornate steps and saw two others approaching the main doors from the staircase on the other side of the foyer. There were two women one dressed in purple and the other red. She approached them and as she neared them, she realized she saw Cloud! Dressed as a woman! With a beautiful woman holding onto his arm!

"Tifa!" he said as the two of them met in the center. "We've been looking for you!" He eyed her up and down. "You look nice." He jerked his head to the woman. "This is Aerith."

"Hi," she smiled in a friendly manner. "Cloud has done a great job protecting me, so I had to return the favor by helping him help you."

"Hey I thought we agreed on a date," he laughed. "Not star in a drag show." The two of them giggled and Tifa tried her best to hide her embarrassment. "So shall we go in?"

"He's definitely going to pick you, Tifa. You look spectacular."

Tifa swallowed hard. "Yeah, thanks." The three moved toward the door but before it was to open, an older woman in the kimono approached them.

"Wait! Wait you three!" She caught up with them and grabbed Tifa by the arm. "The Vice President has requested your company tonight."

Tifa's heart began to race as a flood of emotions went through her. This wasn't part of the plan, though she couldn't help but feel curious about the man that requested her company. She looked at Cloud and the stranger he was with.

"Go on," said Cloud. "We can handle Corneo." He gave her hard look as if to say her indecisiveness would blow their cover.

Tifa nodded and allowed the woman to lead her to the adjacent door. The room led into a long hallway and in its silence, the older woman spoke to her. "You're very lucky. Rufus never picks the 'brides.' What did you say to him?"

"I… I didn't say anything. I was hoping he didn't notice me."

"Well he did. Boy did he ever!" she cackled. "They tried telling him that you were off limits, but…well, we can't exactly say no to the Vice President. Just do as he says and you'll come out a wealthy woman. He'll probably barely talk to you anyway."

They came to the large double doors. She opened them up for Tifa and she found herself thrust into a large library room lit only by a large fireplace, but still illuminated well. She saw there was a large chair in which the Vice President sat, a large book concealing his face, a glass of red wine in his hand. He moved the book away to see the person who had just entered. Tifa felt her stomach drop. She felt so exposed under the gaze of his hypnotic blue eyes. He had the perfect face: youthful and stern, exuding power from every expression. 'So this is what the spawn of an evil man looks like. Lust incarnate,' she thought to herself.

Tifa bit her lip, unsure of what to do next. Rufus placed the book in his lap and beckoned her to approach him with his free hand as he finished his wine from the other. "Do as he says" Tifa remembered the woman say. She approached him hesitantly. "Why so nervous?" his deep, silky voice came out.

"I….I just never did anything like this before," she responded.

He smirked and nodded. "Do you know how to pour from a bottle?"

Tifa nodded. "Of course."

"I'd like another glass of wine. Maybe a dry white."

Tifa looked at a nearby table with multiple bottles of wine. She looked at the various labels and selected a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc that was sitting in a bucket of ice. She picked up the nearby wine opener and was grateful for her previous experience at the bar. She opened the bottle and picked up a clean glass bringing them over. She saw that Rufus had gone back to reading his book. She gently took his empty glass and replaced it with a clean one. "Don't want to use the same glass as a red for your white." She artfully poured the glass, letting muscle memory take over.

Rufus sniffed the wine and swirled his glass and peeked at her from behind the book. "Hmm, you're the first to change the glass and pick the correct wine." That seemed to settle Tifa a bit. "Do you drink wine?"

"Sometimes. I prefer the sweet reds."

"What kind of sweet reds?"

"Cabernet Franc or maybe a Shiraz."

Rufus put his book down in his lap once more and tilted his head. "You don't say. You certainly know your stuff. Very impressive." Tifa stiffened once more. The Vice President was complimenting her. She had surmised that he put up a nice front, but not in a complimentary sort of way. She gave him a smile and curt nod in response. "Relax, madam. Why don't you pour yourself a glass of whatever you want and have a seat over there," he gestured toward the table. "I'll call on you if you're needed."

Tifa hastily made her way back to the table with the empty wine glass in hand. She saw that there were no empty glasses left on the table, and decided to drink from the one that was in her hand. She glanced at the labels more intently this time and was shocked to see the premium wines she had at her disposal. Not that she was surprised but she never thought she'd hold such valuable vintages in her life. She wasn't comfortable sipping such exquisite wine, but she didn't want to insult her patron for the evening, so she poured herself a small pour and began to sip quietly. It tasted divine to her, as if it was sin for someone of her status to enjoy it. It was quite generous for Rufus to offer this to her, and it was getting increasingly difficult to dislike him.

The uncomfortable silence, only broken by the slight crackling of the fireplace and the occasional wine pour, rang in Tifa's ears. She almost wished she could fill the empty time with conversation. She wondered how Cloud and that woman, Aerith, were doing with Don Corneo. Cloud didn't even seem the slightest disturbed at Tifa being brought to Rufus, not while he was protecting Aerith. Tifa sighed, more audibly than she intended.

"Something wrong?" Rufus' voice made her almost jump out of her skin.

"N-no sir!"

"Are you bored here?"

"Of course not!" She nervously tried to find the right words. "Are you?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "No, not with such a fascinating book in my hand and a lovely woman in my company."

Tifa blushed. "Oh…thank you." She looked away shyly and nervously gulped a large amount of wine.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss…."

"Candy." She blurted out, using the first fake name that came to mind.

He tilted his head back. "Miss Candy, yes." Tifa felt her heart pounding as she saw Rufus put his book on the side table, anxious that his attention would be on her now.

A dull haze began to cloud her senses as she felt the large gulp of alcohol take effect. "So you come here just to read?"

Rufus swirled his glass once again and held a relaxed expression. "Yes. I hardly get time to myself. Reading itself is a luxury for me. I've been holed up in Junon these past few years but I take trips out here every so often to keep up appearances that I'm….normal, I guess."

"So you just read while you're here?"

"Is this a question game?"

Tifa shook her head quickly. "No sir! Forgive me, I shouldn't pry."

He chuckled. "You certainly are sprightly. All the other women that come in here are so robotic." Tifa once again chocked down her wine, finishing the glass. Rufus noticed this and got up to pick up the bottle.

Tifa bolted upright and ran for him. "No sir, let me get that!"

He gently held a flat palm against her shoulder, stopping her. "Allow me." He poured her a glass and then refilled his, gaze not leaving Tifa's the entire time. He went back to sit at his chair, leaving Tifa standing there, stunned. "If it's a question game you want, then let's play. Truth or Dare, a young classic."

Tifa wasn't sure what to do, so she remained standing and leaned on one foot, hip out to the left. "Sure. Why don't you start?"

He smiled, making Tifa's heart leap. "Sure. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

He smirked and swirled his glass once more. "What is your real name?"

Tifa's heart raced, fearing her cover had been blown. "Wh-what do you mean?"

He chuckled. "Oh come now, you don't honestly think I'd buy Candy as a real name do you? Do you know how many 'Candys' I've come across on my visits here?"

Tifa sighed and couldn't help but laugh. "It's Tifa."

"That's better." He grinned. "Your turn."

"Okay, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Playing it safe are you?" Tifa felt the effects of the wine make her more bold.

Rufus cocked and eyebrow. "I believe it is my choice."

Tifa leaned back on her heels, feeling more comfortable with his laid back demeanor. "Why did you pick me tonight?"

Rufus paused for a moment. "Well, truth be told, you didn't look like you belonged here. Most of the women Corneo picks up are more brazen and coy. You seemed to be reserved. And you said when you got here, you've never done this before. So it seems I was correct."

Tifa huffed. "Is that so? So you picked me from lack of experience?"

"I just….thought if I could keep someone from falling into this lifestyle, I'd be doing good by someone."

Tifa felt taken aback. 'So he felt the need to save me? That's so…kind.'

"Why are you sitting all the way over there?" he held his hand out to here. "Come."

Tifa walked to his chair and sat on the floor next it, resting her chin on the armrest. She wanted to keep her distance but felt the need to be near him. "Truth or dare?"

Rufus leaned on the opposite armrest and looked down on her, a small haze misting his eyes. "Dare."

Tifa pondered a moment. "I dare you to drink the rest of that bottle you just poured." She mentally slapped herself, that was such a silly dare. She could've dared him to take his shirt off. 'No! He's the bad guy! Remember?' Tifa's inner voice shouted.

Rufus merely shrugged, stood up, walked over to the bottle and downed the rest, to Tifa's astonishment. He put the bottle down, and returned to the chair, resuming the sipping of his current glass and wiping the side of his mouth. "That was easy." He covered his mouth with his fist and tried to conceal a belch.

Tifa giggled. "You're certainly full of surprises."

Rufus smiled at her in return. It made her heart skip. For a brief moment, Tifa felt as if she was hanging out with a friend she'd known for years, and she completely comfortable. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What do you plan on doing with the money you make here tonight?"

Tifa bit her lip. She hadn't the slightest intention of leaving this mansion with any money. "Nothing. I….I don't want your money."

He gave her a blank stare. "I beg your pardon."

Tifa shrugged. "I don't want it."

"Why are you in such a place if you didn't want to make money?"

"Experience I guess," she lied. "I know that's not the answer you were wanting. But it's the truth. I don't want any money that you'll give me. And I won't take it. The premium wine is good enough for me." She held up her glass.

"That's an interesting answer to say the least."

"Well if you feel you've been cheated from a response, why don't you go again?"

"Alright. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to give me a performance. Right now."

Tifa leaned back. She wasn't expecting that, but the haze of the wine allowed her to keep her composure. "You have to dare me to do that?"

"It's okay if you wish to refuse. If you've never done this before I can understand if you're too frightened or inadequate in your abilities."

Tifa huffed and stood up in front of him. "Oh you think you're so smart?"

Rufus laughed breathily. "Aren't I?" He gasped, Tifa's right knee panted in between his legs, left leg extended out, giving her leverage to push her bosom into Rufus' chest. He went wide eyed, looking up at Tifa in disbelief.

'He really didn't think I'd do it…' she thought. She put both of her hands on his face; a bewildered Rufus was not able to do anything but accept. She rubbed the sides of his face and kissed his forehead. He shuddered beneath her, shy and untried before the lusty brunette on top of him. She pulled away from him, looking down on his pale face with her wide ruby eyes. "What do you want?" she asked, panting.

"Y-…you…" he managed to choke out.

Tifa smirked but she paused. A thick silence dragged out between them, until he pulled her into a kiss. A sloppy, drunken kiss, but passionate all the same. 'I bet Cloud would kiss her the same way,' Tifa thought disgusted. No. He had had his chance to be bewitched by her presence and he didn't see what was right in front of him. Rufus saw it. He was trembling beneath her, lost to her mercy. She ground her thigh up against his hard length. She knew the signs, men that would tremble at the sight of a pretty face and wonton behavior.

Rufus ground into the touch and became a melted, willful mess. Tifa shimmied down, and clumsily found the zipper. She wondered how far she would take this. She too was inexperienced but she was attracted to the power she had over this man. She opened his pants and freed his arousal. He quivered at the slightest touch. She was stunned. The second most powerful man in the world, was at her mercy. His hypnotic eyes looked down on her in disbelief. She breathed deep and took him in her mouth. She was unsure of what to do, but it seemed that even her most subtle, accidental movements made him bend to her will as he trembled and moaned.

He rocked his hips to the left and right, not knowing how to handle her movements. Occasionally he thrust too deep into her throat, causing her to gag, her eyes to tear up, but she kept going. She released him with a soft pop. A thick desirous vapor misting their sight. He dragged her onto his lap, swinging her legs on either side of his hips. He slid his fingers beneath her skirt and Tifa felt their slick movements from outside of her panties, their easy movements telling her how ready she was. Was she really willing to go through with this? She didn't come here to have sex with a man, she came her for information. But oh when she felt him shove her panties aside and felt those sinful digits slip inside of her, she lost all semblance of control.

With his member still freed and her canal so slick and ready, she nestled her hips atop him, allowing him to take the reins. He aligned their bodies perfectly and plunged himself into her silken petals. She knew this wasn't right. She felt the rigid organ inside of her, thrusting up and down and she rode the waves of euphoria. She wanted to pull his hair and punch him, but at the same time she wanted him to like her, to beg her. And beg he did. Rufus Shinra, the son of the man she detested the most in this world, was writhing beneath her, demanding that she never stop.

Yes. Rufus Shinra was inside of her, and she liked it. She grinded beneath him, a sweaty mess of tangled limbs and kisses moved on that large chair until Tifa felt something ignite within her. A whirlpool of white heat and burning ardor welled in her chest and released into the air, followed by a warm spurting from Rufus' cock into her depth. Tifa breathed and ensnared his mouth to hers, biting his lower lip. Rufus gave her a gasp and moan of approval.

Rufus kissed the top of her sweat covered head. He embraced her closely and peppered kisses along her jaw and neck. Tifa, suddenly feeling very exposed despite the dark and her clothing, detached herself from Rufus. "I…I have to…" she said. He looked bewildered, his expression wondering why she was leaving. She turned toward the door, but ran back to kiss him once more on the cheek, thanking him for their time together. She ran down a back hallway and eventually met up with Cloud and Aerith.

"We have to get back to Sector Seven, now!" Cloud shouted.

Tifa nodded. "Let's go," she said simply.

As Aerith and Tifa followed behind Cloud as they made their way back to their base, Aerith looked at Tifa up and down. "Hey, what happened back there?" she asked.

"Nothing!" she said almost too quickly. "Nothing at all, why do you ask?"

"Because your hair and lipstick are a total mess and you're all sweaty, and-" Aerith's eyes went wide and her cheeks turned red.

"Please don't tell Cloud!" she hissed desperately.

Aerith gave her a soft look of understanding. "I won't."

The two exchanged a look of deep understanding despite not knowing each other for more than an hour. An understanding that would bond them more than either ever could have imagined.