Hello Lovelies!

I'm back with a smutty chapter for you... (If that offends you leave now, or forever hold your peace).

I think the next chapter or the chapter after that will be from Reno's POV, so get ready for that. It's time to go digging around in the past... Yay!

(Also, some good background music for this bitch is "Warmth" by Janet Jackson. Look it up on YouTube and you'll see why...)

FFVII doesn't belong to me, yadda, yadda, yadda...

Enjoy!

~V

"I heard from one of our regulars, an old cargo pilot named Francis, that a new bar had just opened up in Mideel. He told me it was called 'Final Heaven', so I figured it must be the infamous Tifa Lockheart," Priscilla chatted excitedly between rushed sips of fountain cola. "So I slipped him a wad of Gil and had him fly me here himself, ahhhaha!"

The three girls sat at a round table now, catching up as the tropical rain subsided. The hot Mideel sun started to shine again, illuminating the mist that rose from the freshly-mulched pathway in front of Tifa's new establishment.

"So what made you leave your job and come across the world to find me?" Tifa laughed, still dumbfounded at the presence of the sun-kissed, chit-chatty girl who now sat before her.

"A change of pace, maybe? I dunno. Junon is just so… crazy. After everything that happened, it's been so chaotic. And I've wanted to leave for a while now. I just never had the courage. But then I heard about your new place and I figured what the heck, right?" She chewed on her straw a bit as she turned her attention to Marlene, "What's up with you, kiddo?"

"Lots," Marlene smiled in return. Tifa noted that Marlene had picked up a few of her own mannerisms, like giving one-word answers to questions that begged for a bigger story.

Over the course of the next hour, Tifa filled Priscilla in on all that had happened since they saw each other last, leaving out the more intricate details of the MMC and the tunnels below their feet (and not to mention the fact that Reno of The Turks was most likely somewhere in the vicinity). She told Prisciila that she and Marlene were building a new life here, and hopefully how this would be their last big move for a long time, Shinra-invasion pending. She figured she'd save the heavier conversation topics for another day. All she was worried about right now was getting the younger girl situated in her new environment as quickly as possible. Tifa just couldn't help herself: She always played the role of 'mother' when a wanderer or a weary traveler came knocking at her door.

Priscilla, in-turn, relayed that Junon had come under complete military control once more. It had become the base of operations for the new pipeline that was currently under construction for undisclosed purposes, but anyone with a working brain cell could see what was happening: Shinra was vying for complete control and distribution of the world's energy supply yet again. Rufus wouldn't give up power that easily. He was too ruthless, too power-hungry, and a hair too ambitious in his own right to stay out of the limelight for longer than he felt necessary. Rufus wasn't unlike his father in that way, but Shiva-forbid you ever tell him that to his face -if you wanted to keep your head attached to your shoulders, that is. Rufus Shinra was a bona-fide sociopath, one who couldn't stand the bitter taste of defeat for long. It was only a matter of time before he came forward again. It never mattered if the world loved him or loathed him; As long as he was in control, he was content. His massive ego was the catalyst spurred him out from behind his veil…

"So that Byron guy? He was with Shinra?" Priscilla lowered her voice now, not looking to stir up any trouble from hidden ears behind walls that could talk.

'Smart girl,' Tifa mused. No doubt anyone on duty beneath the floor boards had been listening….

"Yeah," Tifa fiddled with her nails, embarrassed that she was so easily deceived and captured by a slimeball like 'Katana of the Turks'. So stupid… "He got me good. But in the end I got away. Yuffie and Cloud helped me escape." …Oh, and Reno, too…

Priscilla sighed a girly sigh and looked dreamily out the window, "That Cloud. He really is something, huh?"

Tifa stifled a laugh, choosing instead to smile politely.

"Is he around?" Priscilla unabashedly addressed the inevitable. She had a crush on Cloud since the moment they met, and solidified her affection towards him after he saved her life nearly five years ago.

"He's in Corel," Marlene said nonchalantly as she colored-in a chocobo drawing on a placemat. "He doesn't live with us anymore."

Priscilla turned her attention to Tifa, her eyes a little bit wider now, "Really? I thought you and him, you know…" Priscilla blushed now, confused, and a little embarrassed for prodding into affairs she didn't entirely understand.

"Cloud and I are close friends, that's all. And he's working as an independent contractor on the western continent these days, so we don't see him all that much," Tifa explained gently, trying her very best to keep the conversation light.

"Aw what a bummer," Priscilla sighed audibly, yet remained cheerful in her understanding. "Are there any other cute boys around? I didn't come her for just work, ya know? A girl's gotta play, too," she joked.

The wheels in Tifa's head began to turn as she replied with a wink, "There sure are. In fact, I think I know a few guys who would love to take a pretty girl like you out on a date."

Priscilla's eyes widened along with the corners of her mouth, "Great because I need a date or two. Or five. I also need a place to stay… just until I can get enough money together for a security deposit for a place of my own…"

"You can stay with us!" Marlene bounced up and down in her chair. "You can sleep in my room, I don't mind." Marlene was still young enough to be unaware of the dilemma of a teenager like Priscilla, who was currently in the process of blossoming into a woman, sharing a room with a little kid. Regardless, she appreciated the sentiment.

"Thanks, Marlene," Priscilla smiled at Tifa's young companion. Marlene happily returned to her coloring sheet, unaware of the girl's dilemma. So she turned to Tifa with pleading eyes. The older girl understood the internal-struggle that Priscilla was currently engaged in, as if what she really wanted to say was: 'Sweet Shiva, no. That's very kind of her, such a sweet little girl, but no…'

"You know," Tifa began, "that's very nice of you to offer, Marlene, but I think we have a spot for Priscilla."

Marlene looked up again, "We do?"

Priscilla followed, "You do?"

"Sure," she smiled. "We just have to clean it up. There's a utility shed behind the building that has running water… I think. Let's see if we can fix it up for you, hn? You can sleep on the couch for the time being. How does that sound?"

Tifa and Priscilla looked at each other and agreed. "Sounds good to me!" Priscilla clasped her hands together in excitement.

"And tonight you can apprentice here in the bar. You need to get an idea of how things go around here. I run a tight ship, so I don't expect any slacking off," Tifa waved her finger. "If you have time to lean, you have time to clean, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," Priscilla saluted her, "no slacking here!"

"Good. Let's get you upstairs and get you settled in. The rush starts at eight, so let's get a move on!"

The following morning revealed a glorious sky filled with puffy white clouds below the azure blue stratosphere. The downpour from the night before was a distant memory as Tifa hung clothes out to dry on her new laundry line (courtesy of her dear old friend Barret). She made a mental note to recruit him to help haul junk out of the old backyard shed so she could set-up Priscilla's living area.

"Ay-yo, Sensei!"

Tifa whirled around to see Janice emerging from the side of the building to stride confidently over to where she stood, fiddling with a handful clothespins between her fingers, and one in her mouth.

"Morning, my loud apprentice," Tifa grinned before returning to her task at hand: hanging her undergarments as discreetly as possible behind a large quilt that would decorate Priscilla's living space when the time was right.

"Where Marlene at? We was supposed ta go to the beach if it stopped rainin'," Janice crossed her arms, leaning back in a defensive stance, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Jan!" Marlene's sweet little voice yelled from the upstairs window, prompting her best friend to turn around to get a better look at her.

"Whatchu doin'? Get a move on, girl! I ain't waitin' all day!" Janice hollered up to her. "Only so much sunshine ta be had this season, ya feel me?!"

"Okay I'll be down soon! Wait for me! I have a surprise!"

Soon after, Marlene emerged from the building with Priscilla in-tow. Janice remained a bit guarded at first, wary of this pretty teenage newcomer, but warmed up to Priscilla when she complimented her braids and coppery island-complexion. The prospect of going to find Priscilla's old friend, Mister Dolphin, intrigued Janice to no end, and soon the girls readied themselves to set off for a day at the beach.

"You girls be careful, okay? Come straight back here if there's any trouble," Tifa gently warned them. She wasn't entirely comfortable letting Marlene wander off for long with the distant threat of Shinra looming over their heads. The girls nodded in agreement, followed by steady reassurance from Priscilla:

"I'll keep an eye on everyone, Tifa!"

"Sounds good," Tifa nodded. "Be back by dinner time, okay? We have to open the bar tonight around seven. And Janice—"

Janice looked up from examining her bike pegs, securing them so Priscilla could ride with her, to listen to what Tifa had to say-

"Please fill Priscilla in about what your dad does around here. She just came to town yesterday and she'll be living with us for a little while. I figure since you know more about Mideel than all of us that you'd be the best person to bring her up to speed."

Janice stood up now, cocky and confident as she turned to Priscilla, "Hop on back girl. I run this island, ya heard?" she laughed as Priscilla bounded over to her, standing on the pegs attached to the back of Janice's bike as the three girls made their way down the path, waving to Tifa as they disappeared beyond the trees into the clear morning air.

Later…

Tifa collapsed face-first onto her bed, exhausted after a busy night at the bar and a morning filled with chores, cooking, and two girls in her house giggling and causing a commotion until they left for the beach. She wished them luck on their adventure to find a hyper-intelligent dolphin who had helped she and her friends infiltrate Junon once upon a time.

Tifa relished the peace and quiet. Rarely did she get to experience any dull moments, so she drank this particular one in with fervor, snuggling into her pillow and stretching her legs in preparation for a lazy catnap.

::Thwap::

She cracked an eye open.

'What the…?'

::Thwap::

She sat up. Something flew through her window, a blurry object whizzing by her head and hitting the wall with another :thwap:: before falling to the ground. Tifa jumped out of bed to inspect the projectiles. What was this? Danger? Birds with faulty navigational senses flying into her open window and crashing to their doom?

No, of course not.

She bent over to pick up a bra and two pairs of panties before whirling around and stalking over to her window to witness a spectacle down below:

Reno stood with another pair of panties positioned on his fingers, ready to slingshot into her room.

"Reno!" she grit her teeth in annoyance, leaning over her window ledge to shake a panty-filled fist at him, "Do you know how long it took me to hang all of these out to dry this morning?!" She was amused at his way of getting her attention, so the usual malice was missing from her chastising of the insufferable man below her. Honestly, she was just overjoyed to see him.

"Hey I'm here to help," he hollered back, flinging the pair of panties in her direction, which she caught with lightning reflexes. "Figured I'd save you a trip downstairs again to haul all of this shit up," he smirked wickedly before adding, "Nice catch, by the way!"

"Yeah, yeah," she turned away from the window now to put her unmentionables in their designated drawer before floating over to the front door. She heard Reno's heavy footfalls coming up the stairs, and she opened up just in time to see him standing there with a couple of bras draped around his neck like it was normal or something…

"Laundry service," he smirked. So she grabbed her bras by the straps and dragged him inside by the neck before slamming the door behind them both. She strode into the kitchen and he followed, plopping himself down into a chair before extracting her bras from his neck, examining the lacy edges and their considerable cup sizes while Tifa poured two glasses of water from the kitchen faucet.

"Where ya been?" she said nonchalantly as she placed a glass in front of him. As though she couldn't be bothered. Like he was only gone for an hour instead of an entire week without a word. She remained standing as she gulped her own water. Reno lifted his glass in a 'cheers' before taking a sip and letting out a quick cough to clear his throat.

"Top secret," he quipped as he laced his fingers together on her kitchen table. "Kids gone for the day?"

She leaned against the counter, finishing her water before placing her own glass in the sink, "Yep. I have another one now, have you heard?"

"S'at right?" he leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head in a big stretch. "You've been busy."

"Mmhm. She showed up on my doorstep last night. Priscilla Odenkirk, you know her?" she scrutinized him now, waiting for some form of recognition to cross his features.

"No," he yawned, genuinely exhausted, "should I?"

"She knows you," Tifa narrowed her eyes now, displeased. He knew her. He knew exactly who Tifa was talking about. "She used to tend bar at Port Junon Trading Company."

Reno perked up, "Oh yeah?" He streteched his arms over his head, yawning again, before settling back into a more relaxed position. "Hey do you still have my shirt?"

Tifa figured she wasn't getting anywhere with this. Either he knew Priscilla and wasn't keen on saying anything about her, or he really didn't know her. That, or he just didn't care. Tifa didn't feel like playing any games today. If Reno didn't want to say or admit to something, no amount of nagging would ever make him do it. That wasn't Tifa's style, anyhow. She was not the nagging type.

"I have it somewhere, I think," she said as she pulled meat from the freezer to defrost for dinner.

Truthfully, she knew exactly where his aforementioned t-shirt was, and she didn't plan on returning it to him any time soon. She knew it was silly, but having a piece of his property like that, well, it meant something to her. It reminded her of the night they spent together at his apartment in Edge, of how he said 'I think I love you'… even though it was probably just post-coital crazy talk. Reno's scent was still attached to that shirt, somehow. Even after multiple washes his essence lingered, and Tifa caught herself sniffing it from time-to-time like some sort of crazed, hormonal teenager. She reasoned that she did it to remind herself that he was real -That even when he disappeared for indeterminate amounts of time - that he existed. It was an old habit she held onto from her last relationship…

"Yeah, I remember 'Silla," Reno leaned back with one hand on his glass and one draped behind the chair he was sitting in. Tifa smiled knowingly with her back still turned to him, wrapping the frozen meat in a towel to absorb condensation. Reno was easy to deal with once you figured him out; A big 'ol pussycat that did things his own way, who got around to it when he felt like it (whatever it may be). You just had to give him the chance. "She's a good kid," he took a sip of water and continued, "Shinra messed up her village really bad. Same old story. But she did good, got a good job. She's a great hostess," he eyed Tifa up now, "not as good as you, babe, but you'll have her running in circles in no time in your little bar downstairs, no doubt," he winked as he tipped back the last of his water.

There was little doubt in Tifa's mind that Reno knew Priscilla would come here to find her. That she would ask her for a job and a roof over her head. He was a former profiler for Shinra, after all. He always knew more than he let on…

Tifa moved to take his empty glass, but Reno caught her wrist, locking eyes with the beautiful brunette in front of him momentarily before pulling her swiftly into his lap. A short shriek slipped past her lips as she tumbled into his searching embrace.

"Thanks for waiting around," he said quietly as he held her close, "I'm sorry I never made it up here that night," as he brushed a few strands of hair from her face. "Got caught up with work. Duty calls and all that shit, ya know?"

"I know," she smiled softly, gently stroking the tattoo on his cheek with her thumb. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

He moved to kiss her, soft and sweet, massaging her hips with his thumbs as she straddled him. The kiss deepened gradually as Reno gripped her hips, encouraging her to grind up against him as he balanced the both of them on the small kitchen chair.

He broke the kiss to rasp into her ear, "How long do we have before any kids come barging in?"

She smiled as she whispered back with a gleam in her eye, "A few hours". Her whole body was set ablaze by his presence, and the prospect of being with him all afternoon excited her to no end.

"That works," he moaned softly as she kissed his neck. "Where's your bed? Or should we fuck on the couch like a couple a teenagers?" he chuckled softly.

Tifa pulled back to examine him, peering into aqua depths, holding his gaze before standing up and taking him by the hand to guide him into the living room. Reno couldn't help but let out a laugh as she pointed to the couch, which held a folded blanket and two pillows on the arm rest per Priscilla's sleeping arrangement from the night before. Tifa didn't really care about Priscilla's designated temporary space in her home -or if Reno fucked her on top of it. It was her couch, dammit, and she'd use it however she pleased.

"Nice," he noted before plopping onto the cushions, pulling her down with him.

They kissed briefly before Tifa made her way to a kneeling position on the floor in front of him. Reno was a little more than pleased this course of action, which was made evident by his raised eyebrows. He followed her fairly obvious lead by unbuckling his belt. Tifa's hands took over as she unbuttoned his black cargo pants. He shifted slightly so she could pull them down just enough to gain access to his boxer-briefs. She paused to pull her shirt off, revealing the swell of her breasts above a lacy white bra. Reno leaned forward to hook a finger under a bra strap to stroke the pale skin underneath. She pushed him back again as she hovered over his midsection, pushing up his shirt to expose his toned lower abdomen, kissing and sucking on his muscles, blowing cool air upon the exposed skin, eliciting breathy moans from him as she extracted his hardened cock. He tasted salty and warm as her soft mouth engulfed him. Reno moaned near helplessness, gripping her hair near the scalp as she licked and sucked on him, rubbing her wet lips and kissing the tip before swirling her tongue around the head. Reno swallowed hard. He growled softly as she licked from the bottom of his shaft, up to the tip, before taking him entirely into her mouth again. He reached down to push her bra straps from her shoulders before hoisting her up into his lap.

"You can't do that to me, babe, I'll come too quick," he kissed her softly, fleetingly, "You're too good at it. Shit…"

Tifa dove in for a kiss, running her fingers over his chest and clavicles, up to his neck, and through his wild red tresses as he tilted his head back to give her better access. His hands roamed up and down her back, pushing her down onto him as the kiss deepened. She ground up and down on his hips, relishing the groans that rattled within his chest. Her dark hair hung over her shoulder, draping beside them as he reached a hand up to tangle itself in her tresses, drawing her in further. Their kiss spiraled into a sloppy mess as wet tongues drank each other in, leaving saliva dripping down to their chins in a careless fashion.

A rain shower had begun to pour outside as their lovemaking intensified inside the small apartment. Tifa had a few passing thoughts about the girls returning home from the beach early and barging in on them, and about her remaining laundry on the line getting soaked …but fuck it. This all felt too good to just stop now. The rain would be over in no time.

Tifa pulled back to hurriedly remove Reno's olive green t-shirt from over his head, tossing it aside as he sat forward to wrap his arms around her again, pulling her back in to ravish her collar bone, chest, nipping and licking his way to her breasts, kneading one through the fabric of her bra while massaging her lower back with the other. He stopped to look up at her, his pupils dilated and eyelids low in anticipation of getting exactly what he wanted. Those were the looks that left her breathless, that kept him inside of her head for days on end …that kept her from denying him anything he wanted from her.

Wordlessly, she reached back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders and tossing it behind her without a care. Reno leaned forward to lick and suck on her left nipple as she arched her back in response, holding his head to her chest as she massaged his scalp with her fingertips. She continued to grind against his exposed member as he licked, sucked, and bit down softly on her breasts, causing her to squeak softly from a mixture of pleasure and pain. His hands moved to the front of her denim shorts, unbuttoning them as he leaned back to look at her again. She was a sight to behold, disheveled and wanton in her lust for him. He figured he must have done something right in his life to deserve such intimate moments with a stunning creature like Tifa Lockheart.

"You want me to fuck you right?" he smirked at her, unable to help himself from saying something brazen in the midst of it all.

She smirked right back at him, "I dunno… you want me to fuck you right?"

He turned his head and laughed outright, looking back at her with genuine mirth in his eyes, "Absolutely."

She hopped off him momentarily, sitting next to him on the couch to remove her shorts and panties, jokingly flinging them across the room like a slingshot the way Reno had done earlier while he removed his boxers, pants, and boots. He grinned wickedly at her comedic display before grabbing her by the waist and dragging her back to him with a, "C'mere, troublemaker," as they laughed together. Everything was so easy like this, fluid and right.

Before long they were back at it, hot and heavy, as she eased herself onto him, moaning softly at the familiar warmth and fullness of his cock inside of her. She straddled him on the couch, her arms on either side of his head as she stared into his eyes. "I missed this," he puffed out before leaning his head back against the cushion, settling his hands on her powerful thighs, rubbing and squeezing them as she began to move.

"Me too," she breathed. "I missed you," she admitted, blushing furiously as he began to move now too, thrusting up into her, bringing her to greater heights of pleasure as they moved together. It all came so naturally to them. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle. She was nervous, though, that he didn't comment right away, and she felt a bit stupid for admitting that she missed him. But it was true. He had said he thought about her every day they were apart, hadn't he? That she tortured him in his dreams during the months she herself spent wondering what in the world had happened to him...

"Fuck I missed you, too," he spat out as he grabbed hold of her hips now, pushing her down hard as he slammed up into her faster, with less and less restraint. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes screwed shut from pleasure that he was now assaulting her with. That Reno… he had the uncanny ability to screw her stupid and make her forget her own name. Her legs began to quake as she tightened around him, the old familiar feeling overtaking her as she snaked her arms around his neck, holding him in a vice-grip as she let out a silent scream, moaning in ecstasy as her first orgasm struck.

The rain beat down faster on the awnings outside as thunder rolled in the distance 'Please, please, please,' Tifa prayed to no one in particular… to continue to grant them privacy… to continue their dance….

Without skipping a beat, Reno withdrew from her and repositioned their bodies so that he was now behind while she was bent over the armrest. "This'll be fun," he quipped as he entered her from behind and she held on tight. She could feel it -her pussy was still 'puffy' -swollen from her last orgasm, but Reno wasn't done with her yet, and now he was really gonna give it to her to make sure the next one was a long-lasting experience for them both. He started slow, teasing her with the tip of his cock, but once he delved in completely he grabbed her by the wrists, pinning them behind her back as he slammed forward, fast and furious. She screamed his name with her head pressed against the armrest, unable to control her voice as the pleasure became unbearable. So close, so close…

"Arch your back," he commanded roughly, as she made garbled noises in an attempt to comply. Once she was able to form the arch, she understood why: he hit the perfect spot, the sweetest angle imaginable, as she cried out in utter bliss. He released her wrists to grab hold of her chin, turning her face to meet her mouth as he slammed upwards, rubbing her clit with rough fingertips as he came right behind her with a few good jolts.

And even though he had been chanting it over and over in her ear, she somehow forgot her name again.

TBC, y'all!