Aeris lay on her side, her forest-green eyes contentedly half-closed as she watched the person beside her in warm silence, a small smile on her smooth lips.
Tifa was beautiful. She lay there, eyes gently closed, a warm flush over her soft, supple skin, light tricking in through the window, making her whole body seem to glow, her hair fanned out upon the ivory-white pillow beneath her head.
Her hair was her true beauty, thought the flower-girl.
A slender, delicate hand slipped from under the covers and Aeris raked her fingers through those silken black hairs.
It was like ink.
Pure, silky, beautiful ink that pooled on the pillow and swept through Aeris' fingers.
Two dark eyes opened and Aeris' smile widened gracefully.
"Good morning," she breathed, green eyes aglow.
Under the sheets a slender hand slipped up Aeris' naked side and a warm kiss was pressed against her mouth.
"Morning, love."
((My friends give me a keyword with the chosen random pairing, so I don't go off on as tangent of porn-laced, nonsensical swearing. Pity, really. enjoy! And, sorry about the spam-posting!))