"It'll be fun."
"Nope. I don't think so." Tifa shook her head.
"Don't make me force you to sit on it." Cloud smirked. Tifa shot him a dirty look, crossing her arms.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, I wouldn't would I?"
Tifa let out a shriek of surprise when she felt a gloved hand grasp firmly onto her forearm, dragging her quickly down the stairs. She caught sight of the mischievous grin etched across Cloud's lips, a glint of something dangerous in his eyes.
"Cloud seriously cut it out. You're scaring me."
"You'll enjoy it, I promise." Cloud lowered his voice a few octaves as he reached the destination. Dropping his tight grip on Tifa's arm, he snaked it around her waist and leaned in close to her ear. "I'll go slow at first, just till you get the hang of it. All you have to do is hold on, and enjoy the ride. I'll do all the work..."
"C-Cloud it's too big. There's no way I'll fit on it!" She tried to explain, ignoring the faint blush working its way across the bridge of her nose. "Besides, what will happen if Yuffie, or Barret finds out? What will you tell them?"
"This has nothing to do with them. Let them think whatever they want to. Besides," Cloud whispered into Tifa's ear, spreading her legs as she mounted him. "you've been begging me for this. Don't deny it."
Tifa nodded, more to herself, than Cloud as she took a firm grip with shaky hands.
"Good girl." Cloud grinned behind her. The next thing she knew, Cloud had kick started Fenrir, the roar of the engine somehow calming her jittery nerves.
She did enjoy that ride.