Author's Note: Welcome to Mature Land, Population: Tifa and Loz and anybody reading! :D If you are not a fan of mature scenes or are under 18, move along please. If you are a fan of such scenes and/or are over 18, keep reading and enjoy. More mature scenes to follow, but for now, it's a start! Let me know what you think and any improvements suggested may be seen in future mature scenes (providing the suggestions aren't gross or seriously twisted!). This is the first time I am publishing and sexy moments to the public, so please be gentle! And I hope it's not disappointing! :D

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Chapter 12

Loz sat beside the water in the Forgotten City. He absently trailed his fingertips along the glass-like surface of the water. His memories flooded his mind as he remembered his brothers and how they wanted nothing more than to find mother. Kadaj, the youngest had been the most obsessed with their mission, sometimes acting like it was his mission alone. It was almost as though his brothers didn't exist sometimes.

"See, mother, all my new brothers and sisters? They can keep me company…just until I find you," he had said as he stood watching the children drink the black water.

Yazoo's age seemed to be between himself and Kadaj, making him the middle brother. He had spent the most time with him and liked his quiet countenance. It was a sharp contrast to the fury and restless energy that coursed through him and he was often able to maintain his own control just by being around him. They had often teased each other, especially regarding his emotions that usually expressed themselves in the form of tears.

Yazoo took his gaze from brother crossing the Wastelands and observed him crying over the loss of mother. "Don't cry, Loz."

They way he teased was more gentle than Kadaj. Kadaj always seemed to look at them as beneath him, but Yazoo was more like what a brother should be. Loz missed them, especially now when he was utterly alone.

However, brother seemed to be accepting him. They had found they had more in common than either of them thought was possible. Brother knew the pain of being alone…and holding such guilt within himself. He squeezed his eyes shut as he remembered the pain on Tifa's face when he had thrown her to the ground after dealing a direct bolt of energy from his Dual Hound into her stomach. She had looked half-dead as he had lifted her off the ground to give her another shot. His adrenaline had taken over as he began to give in to the urge to finish her off…even with a child there to witness her death.

And then there was the little girl. She had thrown the materia at him, accidentally drawing his attention to the chest of small treasures. It had also reminded him that his new task was to bring the girl back to Kadaj. She had been so terrified of him, trying to escape every chance she got.

The guilt he felt was tied to the fact that in spite of everything he had done, Tifa was able to look past it all and feel pity for his situation. She had let him into her home even after everything he had done to try and facilitate its destruction. She had even let him find comfort with her, providing him a place where he felt secure as Sephiroth tormented him. How could she find any room in her heart for someone like him?


Tifa should have tried the Forgotten City first. She walked between the trees and stopped when she saw him sitting by the water, apparently lost in thought. She knew that look well…it was one that haunted Cloud's features for a long time. It was unrepressed guilt. She continued walking towards him and kept walking even when he turned his head and looked up at her. He silently watched her, as she got even closer. He seemed to be waiting for her to say something, but all she did was lower herself to the ground and turn away from him, resting her back against his. He finally turned his head and stared straight in front of himself. They were silent for a few minutes before Tifa turned her head slightly.

"Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone when they're not looking you," she said casually.

He smirked slightly and nodded. "Yeah."

She waited a moment before taking a breath. "When we fought in the church, I was angry that you would further desecrate a place that was important to so many people. I was also pissed off that you were trying to frighten Marlene and me all for the sake of playing a game. But I also couldn't help but feel drawn to you as well."

Loz frowned and turned his head slightly. "What?"

Tifa smiled to herself and shook her head before looking over her shoulder at him. "I thought you were hot."

Loz smiled slightly. "You thought I was hot when I was kicking your ass?"

Tifa snorted slightly. "Um, I was kicking your ass until you cheated."

"We would have been there all day fighting!" he protested. "I had the means to end it quickly so I did. Technically, that's not cheating."

"Maybe," she reluctantly conceded. "But you were the first man I had fought that didn't just take it for granted that since I was a girl, I wouldn't be a worthy opponent to be wasting amazing moves on. You have amazing balance. I have never seen anyone recover from any of my kicks as quickly as you did. That's impressive."

Loz turned his gaze to the trees in front of him and smiled slightly. "You were so pretty. I liked looking at you as you fought me." His smile faded as he remembered how she looked as he looked down at her amongst the flowers. "I was going to hurt you even more until the kid hit me with that materia."

Tifa nodded. "I know. But she did hit you and you didn't hurt me after that. You left me there even when you easily could have killed me once you had Marlene and the materia, Loz, but for some reason, you didn't."

He squeezed his eyes shut. "How can you forgive me for what I've done?"

Tifa thought for a moment before resting her head on his shoulder. "Sephiroth is the man I told you about who killed my father. Having a man like that living in your head is something I would never wish upon anyone, even my worst enemy."

"But, in a way, I am Sephiroth," he said. "How can you feel anything but hatred for me?"

"Loz, you are not Sephiroth," she asserted firmly. "You have your memories back but you're not running around being evil and blowing things up are you?"

He frowned and turned his head to the side again. "No."

"Do you want to be evil and blow things up?" she asked.

"No," he said as he shook his head.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I just want to live like I have been since coming back to the living," he said. "I like my job, I like having friends, and…I like you. I like talking to you, I like being around you, and I like kissing and touching you."

Tifa smiled and closed her eyes. "I like you too…and I like kissing and touching you too."

They both turned and faced each other, neither wasting any more time as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Loz cradled her head in his hand as he pushed her down on her back before following her. He rolled them slightly so they were on their sides facing each other, their legs tangling together as they pressed their bodies closer together. He parted her lips easily as he deepened his kiss and somewhere in the back of her mind, Tifa noted that this kiss was different from the first one they had shared. The first one was so natural, but tentative because he was still so unsure. This kiss was like a hunger that needed to be fed. The more they gave each other, the more they wanted.

He pulled his lips from hers and began kissing her neck. "You are so beautiful. I want you so much that I can taste it!"

Tifa smiled and moaned softly at his words. "I want you too."

"But not here," he said roughly. "Too many bad memories."

She nodded sympathetically. "Let's get out of here."

He smiled and nodded before pushing himself to his feet and taking her hand to help her to her feet. "Okay. I'm going to drop the bike off at the shop, so if you follow me, we can go to my apartment, if you want."

Tifa nodded and smiled. "It's a plan. Maybe we'll cool off on the way back."

He smirked and nodded. "Maybe."

She still held his hand as they walked towards their bikes. "I'll race you?"

He turned and looked down at her. "A race? You're on!"

They both got on the bikes and started the engines quickly before speeding down the path leading them out of the strangely glowing forest. Tifa smiled to herself as she shifted the bike into its highest gear before pulling out in front of Loz. She enjoyed the rush of air that flowed over her as she sped out of the forest into the dusty air of the Wastelands. She even laughed when Loz sped past her, even going so far as to kick his leg out and catch the ground performing a spin at full speed.

"Show off, she murmured before aiming her bike for a small incline that launched her into the air sending her back in front of Loz.

He smirked and pulled up along side her. "You live dangerously!"

She laughed and nodded. "It's the only way to live, believe me."

He chuckled and nodded before pulling in front of her again. Tifa laughed and shook her head. It looked like she was in for a game of leapfrog on motorbikes.

They raced across the Wastelands, each taking a turn at being in front as they showed off their skills on their bikes. Tifa had to admit that he was as good on the back of a bike as he was repairing and improving one. She watched him effortlessly weave around the rocks and imperfections in the rough road leading back towards Edge. Her smile began to fade as she remembered playing like this with Cloud…Cloud her best friend…Cloud, the man she thought would be with her forever…Cloud the friend who had lost so much…Cloud the friend who left her behind to be his rock. She felt guilty for resenting him and finding comfort in a man who was tied to the worst pain in her life. But her heart was telling her that too much had been lost to guilt already. It was time to face the future again with an open heart and an open mind…to allow herself to move on and see where life took her.

She shook her head and focused on driving and keeping up with the man far in front of her. She determinedly accelerated and followed the trail of dust he kicked up in his wake. She wondered if Cloud had ever factored in any guilt for what he had been doing to her every time he disappeared. Did he even think of what it did to her to wake up everyday and never know if he was coming back?

"Tifa, you okay?" Loz called from her left.

She blinked and at him. He had apparently turned around when he had noticed her falling behind. He had a sincere look of concern in his eyes as he surveyed her features. They were both going significantly slower and she was surprised to see that they had almost reached Edge. She forced a smile to her lips and nodded.

"I'm fine," she lied. "I'm just lost in a memory, that's all."

He nodded. "We're almost home."

Home. The word sounded so warm coming from him. It was a place he wanted to be…and a place Cloud had always run from. She looked at Loz again and found a frown on his brows as he watched her intently.

She smiled reassuringly. "I'm okay."

He nodded, but clearly didn't believe her. He increased his speed once more and led the way back to the bike shop. He pulled around back and unlocked the garage. He drove the bike into the loading bay before turning it off and dropping the keys into a lockbox. He walked out the way he had entered and pressed a button on a remote control he pulled from his pocket. Once the door had slid down into place, he reattached the padlock and walked around front where Tifa was waiting.

She smiled at him as he got closer to her. "So, where's your apartment?"

"It's just around the corner," he said. "My bikes out front, so if you park in the spot beside it, you should be fine."

She nodded. "I'll meet you there."

He watched her pull around the corner and by the time he had rounded the corner, she was swinging her leg over her bike and waited for him by the two bikes. He approached her and looked down at her as she just watched him.

"So, do you still want to stop here first?" he asked with a slight smile.

Tifa looked up at him and all thoughts of Cloud were pushed to the back of her mind as she found herself disappearing into the desire she felt for Loz. "I'd love to come up for a moment."

He nodded. "Okay. Come on."

She followed him to a door he unlocked and they climbed a narrow flight of stairs to the second floor. At the top of the stairs there was a door. He unlocked it and opened the door for her. She walked in and was…surprised. It was an inviting space that was well kept and modestly decorated. She could see the kitchen through a hall to her right and to the left on the other side of the living room area was another hall that she assumed led to a bathroom and the bedroom. Loz shut the door and walked around to stand in front of her. He smiled and gestured to the sofa.

"You wanna have a seat?" he asked.

She reached up kissed him on the lips in answer to his question. He needed no further invitation before slamming her against a wall and returning her kiss with an equal passion. She groaned in pleasure at the small display of his dominance and after being so strong for so many people for such a long time, she was ready to surrender control to someone else for a while. He lifted his mouth from hers and gently tugged on her right earlobe with his teeth, drawing a gasp from her lips as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

"You wanna play?" his deep voice rumbled in her ear.

She turned her head slightly and looked into his eyes, slightly darkened to an almost jade color by the primal lust he felt for her. She smiled slightly, her pupils slightly dilated with her own arousal.

"The last time we played together, I ended up almost dead," she said dryly.

He smirked as he caressed her throat with one hand. "This is a different game…one that I'm really good at."

His promise sent shivers of anticipation throughout her body. He pulled her away from the wall and pulled her down the long hall leading to his bedroom. They went between kissing and trying to remove each other's clothing as they hurried down the hall and into his room. Tifa immediately turned her attention back to the buttons on his white shirt while he quickly unzipped her black sweater, baring her black bra and naked midriff to his eyes. Growing impatient with the buttons on his shirt, he stopped her movements and just pulled the shirt over his head while she slipped the sweater from her arms.

He stood there looking at her for a moment. "You look even better than I imagined."

She smiled at the compliment. "And you are just amazing to look at."

He smirked, knowing his body was appealing to women. "Now I want to the rest of you."

Tifa reached behind herself and unhooked her bra before letting it drop to the ground in front of her. It was almost comical to watch his expression change from cocky and self-assured to that of a teenager seeing a pair of naked breasts for the first time.

"I thought you'd done this before," she said with a smirk, knowing that most men she ran into at some point would picture her naked. He was no different in that way. "Haven't you seen a pair of breasts before?"

"None that were the same level of perfection as yours," he murmured before crushing her against his chest and teasing her lips apart for a deep kiss. His tongue thrust against hers in a movement that made her weak in the knees. He kept their mouths joined as he pushed her towards the bed before lowering them both to the soft surface. In a flurry of activity, the rest of their clothing was shed and he was moving between her legs. She adjusted herself against his thighs as he lined himself up with her body. In one fluid movement, he thrust himself entirely into her body, forcing the air out of her lungs in a satisfied gasp. He smirked slightly as he began to set a slow, steady pace, drawing himself out before sliding back in.

"You weren't kidding," she whispered. "You're really good at this game!"

His smirk widened into a smile. "You ain't seen nothing yet, I promise."

Tifa smirked as she continued to allow him to guide their pace. She could already feel the pressure building as an intense coil of pleasure began to tighten in her abdomen. She had never experienced anything like it before in her limited experience. His slow, drawn out movements were steadily driving her to point she rarely met with a partner. That's why she was startled when he suddenly pulled her up against his chest and with a twist of his hips flipped them so he was on his back and she was above him.

"I want to watch you enjoy it," he said in answer to the question on her face.

"I was enjoying it just fine where I was," she assured him.

"I know, but I want to see you reach the peak with me," he said softly as he gripped her hips in his hands.

"Oh, you want me to work for it?" she asked teasingly and he nodded with a smirk. "Well, you might regret that, Loz."

He watched her push herself up from his chest and settle on his hips. She pulled her hair to one side and looked down at him, winking before she slowly lifted her hips. It wasn't long before he was able to match her rhythm, his hips meeting her downward thrusts with his upward thrusts and soon they were both moaning as they each drew pleasure from the other's body. He leaned up slightly and pushed her forward slightly so he could attach his lips to the tip of one breast. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his gentle sucking on the first breast before moving on to the other. Tifa was the first to reach her climax, letting Loz push her over the edge into a shuddering release with his thrusts. She was still riding the wave of pleasure when he again flipped them so she was on her back, but he added another level of intensity to her release by hooking one of her legs over his shoulder and using his hips to drive himself deeper into her body and forcing another cry of pleasure from her throat as he too vocalized the power of his own release which coincided with her second, more power orgasm. Their bodies shuddered against each other as he rested some of his weight on her as he kissed her lips in a succession of quick kisses.

"Thank you," he murmured against her neck. He pushed himself away from her as he collapsed on the bed, but he kept his arm across her stomach and pulled her back against his chest.

"Loz, I should shower," she murmured as she kissed his forearm.

"Why?" he asked, his eyes closed.

"Because I'm all sweaty," she answered.

"So am I," he said.

"And I'm a complete mess," she said with a soft laugh.

He smirked against her hair as he kissed her head. "Me too. Besides, maybe I plan on getting all sweaty and messy again. What a waste of a shower."

She shrugged and snuggled into his strong arms. "You've got a point."

"We can clean up after a rest," he assured her.

After a few moments, his deep even breathing signaled he was asleep. Tifa sighed and smiled, enjoying the safety and comfort she felt in the circle of his arms. "I could definitely get used to this."