I do not claim any ownership to FFVII, or any of the characters. They all belong to Square Enix.
A/N: I'm determined to paint the FFVII fandom with Aerith x Tifa in the run up to the release of FFVII Remake, however I'm suffering with horrendous writer's block in regards to being able to write Aerith and Teef in character in another fic in progress, so here is some AU/OOC head-canon if Aerith had been returned to the planet following Advent Children.
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"You crazy Aerith, " Yuffie had an ear to ear grin, "Challenging Tifa to a drinking game is as dangerous and stupid as challenging her to a fist fight. She's scary."
"Not as hot as a girl fight though..."
Using the bar rag as a projectile, Tifa had launched it through the air with force at Reno.
"You need reminding how a girl fights?" A coy grin tugged at the corner of her mouth.
The Cetra stood at the bar, opposing Tifa, "Yes yes yes. We all know she's talented... and probably garnishes a skillset we don't know about." She made a show of wiggling her eyebrows, teasing. Tifa stiffened under her lidded gaze, feeling her cheeks flush. She busied herself returning clean glasses to their places.
Perching on a bar seat rolling a green materia between her thumb and index finger, Yuffie chimed once more, "No cheating either, I have taken all of your remedy materia!"
"Don't be so silly. Bring it!" Aerith fluttered her lashes over the bar toward the barmaid.
She felt mischief brewing. This cat and mouse game between them had existed well before Aerith's death. Sorrow and guilt had replaced the feelings of attraction that she had held for her best friend; but now Aerith had returned to the living realm, their magnetism was simmering under the surface once more. She watched from the corner of her eye as the flower girl's eyes traced the line her calves up to her thighs, lingering on the tight fabric of her skirt stretched over her backside. Walking to another shelf, she made a show of swaying her hips. She enticed in seeing Aerith's breath hitch. "You dig your own grave sweetheart," Tifa chuckled while pulling the shot glasses down from the rack.
"And you pick your poison baby doll," Aerith bit back.
"Oooh burn! Listen to that sass! When did an innocent flower girl like you acquire a tongue like that?" Reno leered, dodging another towel slugged across the room and cowering under Tifa's glare that promised pain.
"I keep excellent company these days. They're a wonderful influence." Those crimson eyes smoldered into the Cetra's emerald ones.
Tifa smirked at that remark, pouring two shots of Goldschlager. Sliding the glass of colourless liquid toward Aerith, she downed hers; swallowing the burn of the cinnamon schnapps, being sure to stifle the rebuttal of the liquor. She leaned backward into the bar on her elbows, making a point to press her bust outward, as subtly as she thought she could get away with.
Much to her entertainment, the movement wasn't lost on Aerith. Tifa had noted a while ago that when she is flustered, she has a tell. Aerith has to busy her hands and those deft hands were making work of folding a newspaper before her. "Gold flakes in liquor? Pretty but what a waste..."
The redhead chirped once again, swirling malt whiskey around in a glass.
"I heard the nutcases in Junon filter sewage for the gold that gets passed through as shi-.."
"RENO! Really?!" A drinks mat spun through the air as agile as if it were a shuriken, this time Yuffie taking aim at the Turk.
Aerith spluttered, displacing the two from waging a war of words across the otherwise empty bar. She had downed the shot, but hadn't quite expected the kick that Tifa had expertly hidden, who was now smirking at her. Aerith blushed yet beamed her famous grin, "You're slacking Tifa! Come on."
The barmaid sauntered toward the wall of liquid courage, selecting Balkan 176. Promptly pouring the shot and handing it to Aerith, they downed the glasses. Reno eyed her choice, "Now you're talking! Do you have closed caption in here? I want play back of you girls twerking!"
Yuffie groaned and hid behind splayed fingers, "Run, Reno, run...as fast as those twigs which you call legs are gonna carry you-"
"-Yeooowch, yuck fuck Tifa thats nasty..."
As fast as Reno could have moved toward the door, Tifa had jumped the bar and captured his red head in a lock, sucked her pinky and jammed it in his ear. With laughter in her voice, she pushed him toward the door, "You can see yourself out, jack ass."
"I know other things you can suck-"
"OUT." While Aerith was not the saintly maiden she had once seemed to be, the brawler still felt a sense of gallantry toward her, that her delicate ears shouldn't be polluted with the kind of demeaning garbage that came from the mouths of Seventh Heaven's patrons once the alcohol loosened their lips. She had a demure image to protect, even if her friend was a minx.
"I'd probably better see to it that he doesn't jump some poor unsuspecting girl. It's been fun ladies, don't get into too much trouble without me!~" the Ninja legged it out of the bar door.
Tifa walked behind the bar, silently pouring Spyritus into the glasses. Aerith held her chin with her fist, smiling at her with pursed lips. Handing the brunette the shot, she raised a faintly amused eyebrow, "Brace yourself honey, it will feel like reality just throat punched you."
"Well, that can't hurt worse than being impaled by Masamune, and spat back out from the LifeStream." Not once dropping Tifa's gaze, she threw the drink back. Leaning forward into the bar, she exhaled the kick onto Tifa's face, briefly looking down at the fighter's lips.
Tifa raised the glass, making a show of bringing the spirit down in one go. Feeling the warmth of the liquor cloud her mind, she mirrored her and exhaled her hot breath into Aerith's ringlets; causing them to feather the soft, creamy skin of her cheek. Leaning forward slightly on her elbows, Tifa dared to rake her eyes over the smooth skin of the flower girl's lithe neck and down, watching the rise and fall of her bosom. She was hit with overwhelming desire to lean further over and run her tongue over her exposed flesh.
Emerald eyes darted down the neck of Tifa's black shirt, eyeing the swell of the barmaid's breasts. Empowered by seeing where her eyes were, her hand reached past the auburn bangs and lifted the Cetra's chin with a single finger, pulling her gaze up to meet her own scorching stare.
She felt the flame of a blush spanning between her ears and a voice that didn't seem like her own rip from her throat, "Eyes on my face, it's rude to stare."
In a volume not much louder than a whisper, "Then stop undressing me with yours." Those beautiful green eyes were veiled in something darker; something she had not witnessed written in the irises of the flower girl before. The embers of raw lust ablaze within them and her mouth curled into a seductive smile.
The fighter's lips morphed into an exaggerated "o", and came to rest as a pout. "I'm going to need to write Reno a little thank you note for encouraging this little excursion," she broke free from their gaze to pour Captain Morgan from his bottle. Her heart racing, the air thick. Heat was pooling between her legs, certain that Aerith was experiencing the same rush.
Daring another look, Aerith's flesh was flushed pink beneath what little fabric her dress covered. She moved to hand Aerith the glass and their fingers grazed. Feelings exploded down Tifa's spine.
Their eyes were welding once more, charged and thick with something carnal. Aerith's eyes broke to watch Tifa's lips curve under the glass again, "I can think of better ways to put that hot little mouth of yours to work, Teef."
Oh Gods. Tifa felt her resolve crumble and she threatened to boil over. As fast as she could make it around the bar, Aerith had flipped them, pressing Tifa into the bar and crashed her lips into Tifa's; fingers fisted through tresses of obsidian hair. Barely surfacing from the searing kiss for air, they were joined once more as their tongues danced in the throes of their unsatiated desire. Tifa's hands were at Aerith's hips pulling, tugging at the blasted fabric that stood in her way. Probably for the best else she'd probably take Aerith there and then over the counter.
She grabbed Aerith by the wrists, halting the kiss and pulled her toward the staircase to go upstairs, guiding Aerith before her and finding the need to steady herself using the delicious curve of Aerith's hips while climbing the stairs, "I'm not doing this in the bar."
Aerith's giggle was laced with hunger, "Denzel and Marlene?"
"Barret took them to the chocobo farm."
Staggering slightly, they rounded the corner into the apartment's hallway and into Tifa's room, clumsily kicking the door shut and falling onto her bed.
Tifa climbed on all fours over Aerith, and pinned her down between her powerful legs. She didn't want to physically overwhelm the woman with too much force but those fingers were on her thighs, stroking and teasing her; setting her senses on fire.
"I want you so bad Aerith".
Aerith pulled her down into a languid, wet kiss. It was slow. It was desperate and Tifa felt a light graze of Aerith's teeth over her bottom lip; communicating just how much she needed this.
Tifa's hands gently slid the straps of the dress from her shoulders, revealing a delicate pale pink bra that was everything she expected the flower girl would be wearing. Tifa left Aerith's mouth to leave a trail of hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Aerith was grasping and kneading whatever flesh she found exposed. Shiva. Those tactile fingers blazed flames over the fighter's needy body and Tifa wanted more. She ground her hips against Aerith's, eliciting sharp gasps and heavy breaths.
Grazing her lips and teeth down between her collarbone, Tifa plunged her tongue into the notch; Aerith cried out and Tifa's ears soaked up the undulations in Aerith's moans which only served to stroke Tifa's pursuit against the fair maiden's heaving chest. Reaching around Aerith as she leaned up, she unhooked the brassiere with ease and discarded the item. Her hands feathered the Aerith's tender breasts. Emerald eyes were glazing over, watching her intently. Those eyes rolled into eyelids as Tifa took a puckered nipple into her mouth. She'd go to hell for this.
There was wetness, and heat.
Another gratifying moan escaped the smaller woman's lips and her back arched in response to the tongue licking and flicking the sensitive tip of her nipple.
She pushed her leg upward; sliding it between Tifa's legs who in turn could not but whimper at the sudden contact with her womanhood. Tifa raised herself up trying to steady herself against her surging arousal and dizzied by the alcohol suffocating her rationale; Aerith jumped on the opportunity to slide her hands underneath the simple black shirt and beneath the bra responsible for keeping Tifa's well endowed rack in check. She cupped Tifa's breasts as she rocked against Aerith's creamy thigh; crimson eyes found green ones. In the back of Tifa's mind she felt a pang of guilt for taking advantage of their inebriated states. She blocked out reason as Aerith brushed her finger tips over her taught nipples.
"Tifa, you're so beautiful." The fingers pinched and pulled. It was becoming too much and Tifa abruptly felt a sobering clarity of mind.
Her morals reared their ugly heads and headbutted her need for Aerith's touch.
She climbed off, lowering her head. "Aerith.. I... we can't.
Aerith made no attempt to disguise her frustration, turning face down into the pillow and groaning. She lifted her head, "You've gotta be joking..."
It was a moment before Tifa regained some composure.
"I don't want a lingering doubt that it was alcohol that was solely responsible for you climbing into my bed. I don't want to take advantage...of either of us."
Aerith sat up, motioning to get up.
"You can stay here tonight, in my room... if you want." Tifa blushed slightly, winding down and the blood redistributing away from her lower abdomen.
Her voice was strained. "I can't."
"It's not a walk of shame..."
"No, Tifa." She was pulling her straps back up, straightening her dress.
Tifa was half expecting a slap across the face, but it didn't come. The woman quietly exited her room. She heard the click of the lock on the guest bedroom door as it closed. Tifa threw herself onto her bed and screamed into the pillow. Goddamn you Tifa Lockhart. Goddamn your morality.
She mulled on Aerith's aggravated patience with her. She felt guilt for losing sight of her discipline and anger at herself for seducing Aerith like she had only to lose her gall. She was pulling her skirt and shirt off when she heard the Cetra. The thin walls of the apartment above Seventh Heaven betrayed Aerith, whose stifled cries and the faint whisper of Tifa's name being moaned into the night were caught by the barmaid's ears, just meters away on the other side of a wall.
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