(Author's note: These next two chapters are a little risky...especially the next chapter. Hopefully you'll enjoy, because these two were really hard for me to write...)

A couple of days later, I was still quite upset about not getting to see those tattoos. Damnit to hell! I was about to revel in my glory and be damned if Cid Highwind didn't have to ruin it. Oh well. She'll pay me back later on tonight. I'm glad that Cid mentioned everyone goin' out to Tifa's club. From what I heard it's quite a hot spot around here. I've just been hanging around the house for a couple of days and finally I heard the front door downstairs open and close. She's right on time. Smirking, I immediately got up from Tifa's, oh- so-comfortable bed and moseyed on down the stairs to the front parlor where she and her husband had their...um lover's quarrel. Louis has been ever-so faithful and has called her several times a day since he's left. Good job, Cajun, you won her over again.

Her back was turned to me. She was fiddling with her purse, and seemed to have not heard me come down the stairs, so I decided to scare her.

"Hey there, Tifa Rosalynd." I said calmly, while leaning against the doorframe.

She jumped a mile high, dropped her purse and spun around. "Don't call me that, jackass."

"Why not, Rosalynd?" I began walking towards her.

" 'Cause I don't call you by your middle name." she said simply.

I knew calling her by her middle name would really annoy her. "So? I always thought we should've called you Rosalynd, instead of Tifa. It's a pretty name."

"Too bad my mother started callin' me Tifa before you could even talk, Hubert."

I cringed. At least her middle name sounded good. "Shut up, Tif."

Her hand had made it to her hips. "And what are you gonna do about it if I don't?"

Ooohhh. Bein' brave are we, Ms. Lockheart? I smirked again, one other thing that drives her crazy. "Anything I want."

"You're a cocky son of a bitch, aren't you?" she smirked this time.

"Yep. And you're a fiesty little nymph."

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment...first one in...let's see...a lifetime." she replied. I like her way with words. I don't know what it is about her, but I think I'm becoming more and more attracted to the Tifa at twenty-three.

"You're not shutting up, Tif. So that means I can do whatever I want."

"You will not touch me. And if you take a step closer I will knee you in the balls repeatedly."

I decided not to take my chances, and told her that I was gonna go get ready for the 'gang's' night out and left the room.

When I got to my club, the music was pumpin', and the crowd seemed to be enjoying themselves. My new d.j. was entertaining the people quite nicely. Barret, Yuffie, Vincent, Cid, Nanaki, and their people were supposed to be here in about an hour, so I wanted to play the part of the bartender for a little while before they came.

"Tifa! You own the place, you don't need to work!" my bartender, Barney, yelled over the music.

"Of course I do! I gotta go back to my roots, you know I love to make drinks!"

"Yeah! But you give me a run for my money, girl!" he said with a laugh and I laughed with him. I haven't laughed for a good while, thanks to the Idiot and my husband. It feels good to have a drink and unwind in my establishment. I walked down on the dance floor and squeezed through the ever growing crowd, to the d.j. He spotted me comin' through the crowd, and had people move so I could get to the booth.

"Ms. Lockheart! Lookin' sexy! Again, thanks for the gig!" the dark skinned, young man said.

I laughed. "No problem, Joey! You got some great skills, and the crowd loves you."

He turned to microphone to him and said over the music, "Hey ya'll! Check this. This is Ms. Tifa Lockheart!" The crowd went crazy, and I had to laugh. "Ya'll know her. She saved the world...and not only that, but she owns this fine establishment! Ain't she hot?" Another fit of yells. "Aight, Aight. Let's give it up for Tifa!" And Joey turned the mic to me.

I hate speakin' in front of people. "Ya'll havin' fun?" I said loudly.

I was answered by a huge "Hell yeah!"

"Well Aaaalright! That's all I wanna see and hear! Ya'll keep this place pumpin'! Here's to all ya'll FINE people!" I raised my glass to cheer them. And they went crazy yet again. Damn this is fun. Me and Joey talked a few minutes more, and I went back out onto the dance floor, and made my way to the VIP room where the whole crew was...including Cloud. Trust me, I hate to admit it, but he looked damn good.

His white shirt was only buttoned halfway up, and he had no shirt on underneath. Those jeans we just right for the occasion, and I was in shock to see him. I hope to God I wasn't staring.

"Wel loo' at 'chou! 'Dis girl tryin' to be a d.j.!" Barret greeted me.

I blushed. "Oh hush. I think we need some drinks what do ya'll think?" I asked while I plopped down beside Yuffie.

"Bring 'em out!" Cid yelled. I kinda felt bad for Shera because he had yelled right in her ear. We all laughed, and I picked up the phone and told the bartender to send some drinks up. A little while later, we all had our favorite drinks and were laughin' and havin' a good time. Even 'ole Cloud. I noticed he kept starin' at me, but I didn't pay him any attention. Tonight was my night to have a damn good time, and that's exactly what I intend on doing.

She must've left before I got finished getting ready. I had got out of the shower, and didn't hear her in the house, so I guessed she decided to go to Seventh Heaven early. Oh well. I was one of the first to be at the place, and I was lucky enough to bump into Vincent who took me to the VIP room. This place was nice. It looks like a creation that Tifa would have planned out. The place was already packed by the time we got there. Everyone had situated into the room, and we heard her voice over the speakers. The group laughed at how her accent stuck out, I thought she'd be dressed in her attire that she wore today. A suit. But boy, was I wrong.

A few minutes after her dj-ing debute, she opened the door to her VIP room and I'm not sure whether my jaw dropped or not, but I'm pretty sure it did. Tifa Lockheart, the girl that I watched grow up, the girl that I saved the Planet with, and the girl who I was supposed to hate, was wearing the sexiest outfit known to mankind. Well, maybe 'girl' isn't the appropriate word anymore. This woman was freakin' sexy as I don't know what.

She had on some low-rise, black, leather pants. I'm gonna be the one to say, those pair of breeches didn't leave hardly anything up to the imagination, they were so tight. Her shirt was sleeveless and black, and exposed most of her taut stomach. Not to mention a belt made out of silver hoops that seemed to have accentuated those hips. Her hair was scrunched like it was the night she and Louis had that fight. This gir- I mean- woman, I have no words to say right now. I'm surprised I haven't gotten an erection or somethin'.

Apparently, everyone else must be accustomed to seeing Tifa dress so provacatively, they acted like they always do around her. No wonder the d.j. was being to nice to her. It seemed like time flew by and it was time for everyone to go home. The club was far from closin' down, but everyone had their jobs to do and it was time to leave. After spending time with everyone like this, I couldn't believe that I left them for so long. We had a good time.

I was thinking about all of the fun times we had three years ago when we were fighting Sephiroth and trying to save the Planet when I walked into Tifa's. Her car was already in the garage when I pulled up, so I figured she was already asleep. Of course, I was wrong. Every time I think she's gonna do somethin', she does the complete opposite.

I turned to go to the stairs and saw that the light in the kitchen was on. Approaching the doorway, I saw Tifa with her back turned towards me, she was trying to reach for something in a cabinet. Her shirt kept coming up, exposing more of her flesh.

Stop thinking about her, Strife. Go to bed.

My head was right. But I started to walk towards her. It was like a lion stalking it's prey. I wanted her.

You've had too much to drink, and you know she's had way more to drink than you. It's a wonder she could drive home. Leave her alone. Turn around. Go to sleep.

My brain and the rest of my body were NOT on the same wavelink this time. I walked straight up to Tifa, and grabbed her by the waist. She gasped and immediately her body tensed. I wanted this woman bad...

"What are you doing?" she breathed.

" I don't know..." I said and I began to kiss her neck, hands moving all over her body.

She started to shake her head,"Don't do-"

"Shh. Let me, Tifa. Please..." I wanted her now.

She turned around to face me, and as soon as she did, I kissed her on the lips...hard. I heard her wimper, but I couldn't stop. Somethin' about this woman was drivin' me mad. I've never felt this way about anyone else before. Finally, I broke the kiss and we were both breathing hard. She looked down quickly and tried to squirm away.

"No. I want to see your tattoos." I picked up her chin and made her look me in the face. Her lips were swollen because of the extreme contact of the kiss and her eyes showed me that she looked scared...