Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII—all SquareEnix's.

Author's note: Here it is, the last chapter. I'm going to miss this :)

Chapter 11

"Thank you so much, sir!" the man in the black suit said enthusiastically.

Cloud put down the pen and turned to admire the blue shimmering water out of the window. Wait til I show Tifa...His heart thumped loudly.

"Shall I put 'Villa Cloud' as the name, Mr. Strife?"

"Oh, no," the blond replied. "Put...'Villa Tifa'." A bright smile spread across the man's pink face.

Laughter and chatter could be heard from inside Seventh Heaven. As Marlene put it, the later it is, the louder it gets. Cloud parked Fenrir by the dark sidewalk and glanced at the bright lights seeping from the bar. He smiled, a feeling of utmost happiness filling his heart. He climbed the stairs and entered the bar.

Instantly, he spotted Tifa behind the counter, engaged in a deep conversation with two men in suits. She was wearing a cute white teeshirt with a gold chocobo on the front, which Cloud had bought her at Gold Saucer.

"This chocobo reminds me of you." Cloud recalled Tifa's sweet smile on their first date. From then on, the man promised himself to protect this smile.

He walked over to the three.

"I'm back," Cloud smiled.

"Oh, Cloud! Welcome back," Tifa beamed. She gave the man a quick kiss on the cheeks and immediately returned to the two men next to Cloud.

"Yo," Reno boozed. A dozen bottles of beer sat in front of him.

Rude grunted. He was drinking a blue and orange-colored cocktail.

Cloud gave a nod, and returned his eyes to Tifa-who paid no attention to him as she was speaking animatedly to the two men.

"Come on, you know they deserve to be together," she was saying.

"I know, man, 's just that," the red-hair took a great gulp of beer, "just that...I've never been...never been-"

"Dumped." Tifa and Rude finished for him. The two burst into laughter and high-fived at their like-mindedness.

"Damnit guys, be considerate!" Reno hit his fist on the counter.

"Uh, Tifa-?" Cloud murmured, as he observed Tifa and Rude's laughing fit. His heart was squirming uncomfortably, like something was clawing it with pointed nails. He never felt anything like this before.

"Yes, Cloud?" The barmaid turned to him, still laughing, and suddenly, her red eyes grew wide as if she just noticed he was here. "Oh!" She hurried to the oven behind her and pulled out a baking dish. She placed it in front of the blond. "Sorry, Cloud, I forgot, woops!" She giggled and added, "lasagna. It's my first time making it."

The man shrugged off the "I forgot" part and managed a smile at Tifa. "It smells great-"

"Yo Teef, what did you say you're naming this again?" Reno asked, pointing to the blue and orange cocktail that Rude was enjoying.

"Oh," the barmaid returned to the Turks. "'Big Arms'."

"For a moment, I thought you were gonna say, 'Big Boobs'," Reno snorted into his beer.

Both Tifa and Rude smacked the red-hair on the head. Cloud felt his face burning; he glared at the Turk dangerously.

"Ow, sorry," the Turk muttered, soothing his messy head. "'Big Arms'? What kinda name is that?"

Tifa shrugged, her face still flushed. "Marlene and Denzel named it. Some kind of rhyme that they heard from school. 'Big arms, big arms, protect the blue-orange farm.' They said the color reminded them of the rhyme."

"Rude's got big arms," the red-hair said lazily, squeezing his partner's muscles. "He'll protect the farm."

Tifa giggled. The Turk was obviously getting drunk.

Cloud's ears twitched, listening hard, though his eyes remained fixed on his meal. I got big arms too...right?

"He could protect you too, Tifa!" Reno blurted, grabbing a new bottle of beer.

Pieces of lasagna spit out from the blond's mouth. No one noticed though.

The shiny-headed Turk grunted and hit his partner on the back of his head again. "Shut it."

"Hey c'mon, big arms could protect anyone," Reno said as his head spun around. "I haven't got any big arms," (he raised his long scrawny arms above his head), "so I got dumped yoooo."

"Oh, stop it, Reno, you're drunk!" Tifa frowned. She grabbed the bottle in the red-hair's hand and placed it behind the counter.

"No, c'mon, Tifaaaa~"

"No-"

"Hey dude-"

Reno continued to blabber as Tifa and Rude tried to stop him from drinking any more. All this time, a man with chocobo hair sat foolishly next to them, eating his lasagna quietly, all previous excitement drained from him.

Tifa placed the wet towels on the hanger above the sink and smiled softly as the busy night finally came to an end. She had a hard time shooing the drunken Reno away when Rude suddenly gave him a killer-smack on the back and carried him off.

Wondering where Cloud was, she stepped into the night air and nearly tripped over a figure sitting on the steps.

"Whoa-Cloud?!"

The chocobo-head caught her flying hands easily and pulled her down next to him on the wooden stairs.

"Thanks," the woman smiled.

However, Cloud did not return her smile. He seemed bothered by something as his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Is something wrong, Cloud?" Tifa asked.

The man's lips twitched, but decided not to talk. He shook his head and continued staring into space.

Tifa clicked her tongue. "Tsk tsk tsk...aren't we supposed to be honest with each other?"

A low grunt issued from the chocobo-head.

"So tell me."

Cloud shuffled his gray boots uncomfortably on the floorboards. He was like a little boy caught hiding something from his mother. Still, his lips would not budge, although his face was reddening, like a balloon ready to burst at any moment.

Tifa's heart went cold. She stared down at her hands on her lap, ready for the worst to come.

"Cloud?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you like it here?"

"Of course," the blond answered, surprised at the question.

Tifa gazed into the night sky and was quiet for a long moment.

"Cloud?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you...going to leave us...again?" Tifa was afraid say "me".

At this, Cloud turned to face Tifa, shocked. "No," he shook his head. "No, I..." He scratched his head and let loose a small chuckle. "I...I was just...just wondering when did you-and-Rude-get-so-close?" he blurted.

The woman tilted her head, puzzled. Then something lit up in her mind. "Oh!" A wide grin spread across her face. "Are you...you're jealous?" She couldn't help her voice from turning into a high-pitched squeak.

Face burning with embarrassment, Cloud shrugged. A slight bowing of his head told Tifa she was correct.

Giggling, the childhood friend and lover rested her head on the man's broad shoulder.

"Silly Cloud...you shouldn't be worried."

"I know..." the blond stammered. "I just - I don't - my heart, it felt like it's been stabbed."

Tifa's fingers reached for Cloud's ear and pinched it playfully. "Now you know how I felt back then!" she teased.

A shy smile appeared on the man's face. Tifa laid her head on his shoulder again.

"Tifa?"

"Mmm?"

Clumsily, Cloud wrapped his arm around the woman tightly, fingers clutching her slender form.

"My arms are big enough, right?"

Tifa laughed. "Of course!"

Cloud grinned, face flushing.

"Tifa?"

"Yes, Cloud?"

"Could I...could I take you on a date next weekend?"

The woman beamed. "I'd love to! As long as you're with me."

Cloud returned her smile, excitement filling him up again. "I promise I'll stay here with you always."

A sweet giggle escaped from Tifa's pink lips. She nodded happily and closed her eyes, her long brown hair tickling the blond's strong arm.

"Tifa?"

"Hmm?"

"Could I...stay by your side tonight?"

Tifa's red eyes glowed as the blond leaned in, embracing her in his arms. Slowly, his lips edged toward the beautiful tender face. Under the familiar moonlight, he carried her into Seventh Heaven.

*End*

Author's note: I wanted to make Cloud jealous, to feel that green monster bellowing inside of him. After all, he may be a cute hunk, but Tifa's a beautiful woman too! :P

Well, that's all for this story! Hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you so much for all the reviews, favorites, and followings. They mean so much to me.

I really like how this story turned out. I actually "started" this story when I was daydreaming and being bored haha- I scribbled down the first part of the first chapter (Tifa's thoughts about Cloud). Eventually, I started developing it into something more, so I kept writing and writing and I couldn't stop, hence, the fast updates! Writing this story had made me pick up the game and play again. I don't think I'll ever be bored of FFVII. Thank you again :)