Of course, there were those intimate, private moments between them. Times when Tifa was busy in the kitchen, absorbed in preparing the next meal, when around her waist she would suddenly find a pair of hands, exploring her, needing her.
"Hey there," a soft voice whispered into her busy, delicate ear.
"Cloud, unless you want an empty belly through the night, I suggest you go sit down." Tifa warned.
Cloud just kissed her cheek, his fingers slowly rising up the sides of her simple white top. One kiss became several as he said, "Who needs food when I've got you?"
