Author's Note – I'm glad most of you are enjoying this so far. As I mentioned, it's just going to be a mushy, sappy, fluffy love story with some mildly explicit adult material in later chapters. The chapters are short, but I think I make up for it by posting one every day. It won't be very long when I'm finished because the plot is simple and revolves mainly on the relationship between Cloud and Tifa. There's no action, no fighting with monsters, no damsel in distress, no bad guys to deal with. The focus is on the relationship and their reactions to ordinary, everyday life.

Hopefully I haven't turned anybody off.


Chapter 3

Tuesday Early Morning, March 25

It wasn't even morning yet when I woke up in my usual cold sweat. But that wasn't all. I was right smack in the middle of an orgasm. The wave of overwhelming pleasure rushed through my body in slow motion. A startling cry escaped my throat…it was a foreign sound even to my own ears because this kind of thing didn't happen very often to me. I squeezed my thighs tightly around my hand, heightening the sensation, wanting it to last forever.

Just then the door swung open and Cloud bolted into the room, wearing nothing but white boxers. "Tifa!"

I shrieked and pulled the sheets up to my neck, willing my body to stop convulsing in waves of pleasure.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

"I'm…I'm fine," I quickly said with a sigh. The wave was finally over. Then I tried estimating the time it would normally take to cross from his room down the hall to my room…maybe about ten seconds. Not bad.

He moved alittle further into my room. "Are you sure? You made a…weird noise."

Had I really been that loud? My face turned twelve shades of red. I vigorously nodded my head. "Yeah, I'm okay, really." I prayed he wouldn't come any closer because I could smell my own sex and the last thing I wanted was for him to catch a whiff of it himself. What would he think if he knew I'd dreamt about him and woke up orgasmic?

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked, scratching the back of his head.

My eyebrows shot up into my bangs. What?? Did he just ask if I wanted to talk? I would have loved it if I didn't want him to get out of my room so badly at the moment. "No, I'm fine. Just a nightmare."

"Well…okay." Cloud stood frozen in the moonlight drifting through my window before he remembered he had on nothing but boxers.

"Thanks, Cloud."

"For what?"

"If I'm ever attacked in my bedroom, I know you'll come to my rescue within seconds."

He shrugged sheepishly. "Yeah, I was up anyway." He left my room. Maybe he was embarrassed that I saw him in his underwear.

I laid back down and curled myself into a ball…forcing myself to stay awake…afraid that if I fell asleep again, I'd have another dream about him. And this last one had been the most…erotic…I didn't even know what to think anymore.


Later That Morning

I couldn't even look at Cloud when he came down later on that morning because I kept thinking about the dream and how he had been so…so…

"'Morning, Teef."

I purposely started slicing raw onions on the cutting board, hoping he'd think I wasn't looking at him because they were making my eyes burn.

He came up beside me. "What's with the onions so early in the morning?"

"I thought I'd get an early start on dinner."

"What're you making?"

I literally blanked. "Uh…what…what do you think I'm making?" I directed the question back to him.

From the corner of my onion-fumes-burning eye, I saw him scratch the back of his head in thought. "Pot roast?" he replied unsurely.

I made a show of being thoroughly impressed. "How did you ever guess?!"

He shrugged.

"It cooks for hours in the crockpot. You like my pot roast, right, Cloud?"

"I love your pot roast. I'll make sure I'm home on time for dinner." He swiped a palm over his eyes. Maybe the onion was making them burn, too. "See you later."

After he was gone, I let out a disgruntled sigh. Great…now I'd have to go to the store and buy a pot roast. I was such an idiot.

Dear Diary:

This is getting ridiculous. Another dream about Cloud. This one was the most vivid and realistic and arousing ever. He was sitting on the sofa in my bedroom, watching me take off my clothes. When I was completely naked, he demanded I come closer. As I did, he unzipped his fly and pulled an enormous erection out of his boxers. Then right in front of my eyes, he started stroking himself with this nefarious smirk on his face. As I stood there gawking at him, he ordered me down on my knees in front of him and practically forced me to do THAT THING I can't even say! Although in my dream I seemed more than willing to do just about anything, even THAT! I woke up in my usual cold sweat and right in the middle of a really good orgasm, too. Apparently I made a loud enough sound to cause Cloud to barge into my room a few seconds later, asking me if I was all right. And to top it off, he was wearing WHITE BOXERS, just like in my dream. I couldn't even look at him this morning. Why in the world is this happening to me?


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