Midnight Oil
"Where are you taking me?"
Tifa is holding onto Cloud's waist, her hair pulled through the late winter winds. The sky is dark and the moon hangs like a bright, shining pearl in the center of the sky, leaving streaks of white that illuminate their path as he drives them across the highway towards Edge. He surprised her abruptly that evening when he came home, hours earlier than he usually does with Barret not far behind him, ready to pick up the kids for the weekend.
It's a Friday night and Cloud and Tifa haven't taken time to themselves like this in so long, him surprising her with a "weekend date" for the two of them catching her completely off guard. She doesn't blame him, nor does she blame herself, but they are just too busy to take time away from their families or their responsibilities. They've found plenty of ways to entertain themselves and have a fulfilling romantic life without having to spend a lot of gil or too much time away from home.
So Tifa never expects much and she's really not expecting this, especially with how random and sporadic Cloud's sudden decision is. He's been blushy all night and refuses to answer any of her questions, and all Barret could do was shrug and usher the kids out to his truck when she looked to him for an explanation. Even now, Cloud ignores her, instead reaching a hand away from Fenrir's handlebar to reach for one of hers, holding it against his torso just above the buckles of his belt as if this is somehow supposed to placate her.
It does not.
"I just want us to spend a little time alone together," was the most Cloud would tell her before they left Seventh Heaven that night. "I ran into an old friend who told me about a place that I thought you might like. Just pack an overnight bag, okay? And wear something sexy."
His commands had been so gentle but laced with the subtle promise of scorching excitement that Tifa has been unable to contain herself ever since. But the more that she asks, the more that he smirks and lets her questions roll off of his shoulders, and so she huffs out a cold puff of breath against the late March winds and sighs.
It is sometime later, after they have been driving in the darkness, that Tifa realizes Cloud is bringing them into Midgar, a thirty or so minute drive from Edge. It's been almost five years since Meteorfall, and the city has gone through an arduous but hard-fought rebuilding. While the first couple of years had all been centered around clean-up and repair, the last few have focused on economic resurgence. Businesses and residential areas soon returned, and with most cities on the Planet finding new methods of energy to rely on outside of mako, the population of Midgar has begun to climb again.
While Cloud spends a lot of time traveling, Tifa hasn't spent much time at all in Midgar. She's shopped here a few times with the kids, and every once in a while, they visit Elmyra, who moved back to Sector Five when some of the reconstruction was completed. But she realizes that Cloud is driving her deep into the heart of the city, into one of the busiest commercial centers. It is filled with new hotels and bars and swanky restaurants, the hub of Midgar's rejuvenated nightlife, right in the center of Sector Two. Tifa is absorbing all of the scenery around her - bright neon lights that dazzle from the storefronts, the throngs of people who make their way down the streets, the music that empties out of nearby bars every time that their front doors swing open. It has been a long time since he has been in such an atmosphere, and she can't help but feel a tiny little thrill as she wonders again what Cloud has planned.
As if reading her thoughts, he is pulling his bike into a space in a parking lot adjacent to a tall building of gleaming glass that is lined with bright purple lights. It is nondescript but it is pretty to look at, its architecture sleek and clearly part of the newly designed schematics for this ever-evolving metropolis. She eyes the people who come and go, and she notices that they are all couples who slip inside, arms linked together and bodies pressed close.
She is staring at Cloud when he gets off the bike, but he still says nothing, simply taking her hand and helping her down before he grabs their bag and leads her inside.
Midnight Oil, Tifa learns when she walks through the tinted glass doors with Cloud's arm wrapped firmly around her waist, is the name of this place, and it is some kind of couple's resort. It is dim and quiet inside, but Tifa can immediately read the atmosphere when they enter the main lobby. The floors are polished onyx and there is a fireplace with manufactured magenta flames burning in front of the window panes that look out over the street. Melodic, sensual music trills from a speaker overhead, and Tifa observes that every patron inside is paired off with a lover.
For whatever reason, the thought of this ignites Tifa's cheeks as she wonders what Cloud is planning.
She starts to ask him again but he's guiding her into the queue at the concierge, and she waits patiently as he checks them in, her heart pounding as she continues to observe her surroundings, taking in the erotic art on the walls and the very unabashed advertisements of lubricants and toys and aphrodisiacs on display right there at the main counter.
"I have a reservation," she hears Cloud say.
A pretty young woman is behind the desk in a tight-fitting black dress and blazer, her gold hair pulled back into a severe ponytail. Tifa watches as she swipes her fingers across a clear-paneled tablet, peppering Cloud with questions as she checks them in. After a moment, she glances up from the screen and looks directly at Tifa, dark-grey eyes pinching at the corners as her lips widen with a bright grin.
"Well, aren't you a lucky girl," the concierge says with a mirthful uptick of her voice. "Your husband booked the Snow Fantasy suite."
Tifa blushes - she and Cloud have been married for almost a year but her heart still flutters at the mention of it. She glances over at Cloud, but he's looking down at his wallet, combing through the gil there and avoiding her eyes. Tifa wrinkles her nose and looks back at the hostess.
"Snow Fantasy?" she repeats.
The hostess glances at Cloud and Tifa does not miss how amused her expression reads. She turns back to her. "Oh, it's our most popular and most expensive suite. It's named for the monster up north that they say plays on people's fantasies to confuse them. Except here, you don't have to worry about getting hurt, quite the opposite, in fact!"
"I don't underst-"
"How much do I owe?" Cloud tries to interrupt, and Tifa can see that he is completely red-faced by now.
But the blond ignores him and leans over the counter a little bit, locking eyes with Tifa again. "This suite comes equipped with very special Illusion magic that can give you access to your wildest fantasies. We also supply guests with complimentary goodies to help enhance your experience." She gestures to the display case that is filled with toys and oils that only serve to make Tifa feel even wilder inside about everything that is happening right now. "Your hubby must love you so much to reserve this suite for your getaway!"
She is giggling enthusiastically, but Tifa just turns to Cloud, dumbfounded.
"What's the damage?" he asks again, rubbing the back of his neck in the sheepish way that Tifa is all too familiar with.
"Normally, it would be forty thousand gil," the concierge chirps. "But Madam M left a note here that she is offering you a discount of five thousand. She even threw in some extra pleasure items."
"Cloud!" Tifa can't stop herself from hissing. The price that was just named is so absurd for one night in a hotel that she can hardly believe her ears. They don't even spend that much money in an entire month on utilities, groceries, and other costs as a family of four, let alone would she ever consider blowing that much gil on one night for just her and Cloud.
But he is ignoring her, pulling his bank card from his wallet. He offers it to the hostess and before Tifa can further process it, the woman is dangling a pair of room keys in front of them.
"Your suite is on the top floor," she trills, smiling at Cloud. He takes the keys and looks away, quickly grabbing their bag. She then looks back at Tifa, her sunny expression doubling into a grin.
"Enjoy your stay at Midnight Oil."
Tifa's heart is thundering when they make it into the elevator, but she is so stunned that she cannot even form words. She glances at Cloud several times, but he's keeping himself busy by studying his boots. She can see that he is still flushed, and there is nothing she would love more than to dive right into his thoughts. There are other couples in the elevator with them - some of whom are pressed right up against each other, shamelessly sharing public displays of affection - and so Tifa bites her tongue, deciding to save her questions for the privacy of their room.
When they make it to the seventh floor, Tifa realizes that their suite is the only one that occupies the penthouse floor. To call it a suite is a massive understatement - it is an entire apartment, complete with a gleaming kitchen of polished granite and sparkling tile, a living room with both a loveseat and a tantric sofa, and a bathroom large enough to fit both a shower and a clawfooted tub. In the bedroom, the king-sized mattress is shaped like a heart and there is a doorway that leads to a heated jacuzzi that sits out on the balcony, right under the stars.
All of it is too decadent and romantic and erotic that Tifa can't believe that Cloud even had the foresight to come up with an idea like this.
She explores the rooms a bit before she returns to Cloud, who stands by the threshold, still shouldering their bag. He finally looks up at her when she approaches him, no longer shielding his eyes from her. But she can see that the tops of his cheeks are still warm, even though there is something in the mako-hazed blue of his eyes that smolders.
Tifa saunters up to him with her hands on her hips. "Cloud," she starts, locking her gaze with his. "What is all of this about?"
She is trying to stay in control of the situation - she's really annoyed he would spend thirty-five thousand gil on a one-night hotel stay - but she'd be lying if she tried to say she wasn't filled with an impossible thrill at the moment. She's on fire inside, this suite and everything the concierge said leaving her imagination running places that she normally doesn't dare entertain. And while Tifa certainly doesn't have any complaints about her sex life with Cloud, she would never imagine him to be so bold as to bring her to a place like this.
Cloud finally drops their overnight bag to the floor and takes a few steps closer to her, until he is near enough that his hands can find her hips. He's lost most of his initial embarrassment and now that they are alone, he seems ready to fall face-first into the lust he carries for her. Tifa doesn't mind this at all, and she leans against him, the fronts of their bodies plastered together when he pulls her in.
"Tifa," he whispers to her softly, his thumbs rubbing tiny circles over the base of her hips. "I… just wanted to spend some time alone with you. You've been working really hard the last few months and it just seemed like you needed a break. I wanted to do something special for you, something that would really help you slow down and relax… and when I ran into Madam M and she told me she owned this place, I…"
He trails off, and Tifa can see that he is blushing slightly again, though he hides it by ducking his chin so that he can gently nuzzle her cheek with his nose. It tickles, and Tifa feels some of her trepidation and confusion misting away as she giggles.
"You're so sweet, Cloud," Tifa finds herself purring, and she can't help the way that she yearns to be even closer to him now that she has him. "But forty thousand gil, really? You should not have spent that much money. We could have easily gotten Barret to take the kids and just stayed home."
"I wanted you to have something special," he tells her again, his lips now brushing across her cheek. "Don't worry about the money, baby."
Tifa would like to argue but at that point, she cannot help the way that she shivers when he breaks out the pet names. He kisses the corner of her mouth and then steps back, bringing a hand to her cheek.
"So," he goes on. "What's your fantasy?"
His eyes are holding hers and Tifa can see how he is already thirsty for her, the blue in them swirling and captivating her. She licks her lips lightly, her heart stuttering in a steadily rising staccato as she stares up at him. She thinks about what the concierge said and she doesn't even know where to begin - and even if she did, she doesn't know how she could ever bring herself to say the words out loud to Cloud.
Her mouth hangs open in silence and her face burns.
Cloud smirks at her, and he brushes his thumb across her jaw. "You don't have to answer that," he says. "Come here."
Tifa says nothing when Cloud leads her to the loveseat in front of another hearth with violet-hued flames. As she follows him, she can't help but glance at the tantric couch on the other side of the room. It is black and purple and covered with a soft, plush fabric, its cushions forming a wicked, curved arch. Her ears are warmed by the sight of it - she knows exactly what its purpose is - but she never thought they'd be daring enough to try something like this.
Yet, here they are.
She allows Cloud to gently guide her by her shoulders to sit on the loveseat and Tifa waits as he crosses the room and disappears into the kitchen. Her heart is racing and she feels hot all over, the anticipation surging into a fiery mix with her own nervousness. But he returns moments later with drinks for them both, and he hands Tifa a tumbler of whiskey and encourages her to drink a couple of sips before he gets up and disappears again.
The alcohol helps calm her nerves but it does nothing to turn down the heat in her blood, and she feels herself growing even more desperate and needful for him. He looks so good tonight - his hair soft and golden, his muscles firm and rippled, his clothing dark and fitting too nicely against his lean but well-sculpted form. But nothing enchants her more than his face, the way that it always does, so pretty and boyish with his soft pink lips and sea-lit blue eyes.
She is staring right at that face when he returns, and catching her admiration, he smirks at her and offers her a wink. She can't help but coyly smile back, watching as he approaches with a glass box in hand. He sits beside her, and he takes another sip of his whiskey before he puts it off to the side and offers her the box.
"Here," he tells her.
It is small enough to hold in both her palms, and she takes it carefully, hesitating as her thumbs hover over the latch. But Cloud is watching her and he leans in, one hand finding her outer thigh and giving it a gentle, encouraging rub.
"Illusion materia," he explains as if he can see all of the question marks in her head. "All you have to do is cast the spell on yourself, and you'll knock out for a couple of minutes. When you wake up, you'll be in your… fantasy."
Tifa's heart has climbed into the center of her throat, and with the way that it is beating, she is certain she might choke on it. She stares down at the box, pushing it open to reveal a large, dark purple orb that is swirling with wisps of magenta, seated in a bed of soft velvet. She can see the materia's magic glow with wavelengths inside of the polished crystal. Carefully, she brushes her thumb over it, and she feels the heat that pulses inside.
She isn't going to lie - she is scared.
"Don't worry, Tifa," Cloud says, seemingly reading her thoughts again. "I did my research before I booked this trip. I'll make sure you're safe. You trust me?"
Tifa looks away from the materia and back up at him, finding his expression soft and understanding. He has covered her hand with his, his fingers gently guiding hers over the sphere of materia, stirring the magic inside. Her heart beats faster again but the fear subsides, and Tifa feels her sense of exhilaration rise, the indulgences about Cloud that she's always kept in the darkest part of her mind beginning to surface again.
"Of course I trust you," she tells him without hesitation.
Cloud offers her a smug smile, but the gentleness behind his eyes remains. "Good," he replies, closing his hand over hers on top of the materia. "Just let go, baby."
She does.
She awake?
Give her a second.
Tifa wakes with her mind adrift, her entire body feeling as if it is floating. She thinks she hears Cloud's voice rouse her from sleep, but his words seem odd and they don't string together properly in her head. Instead of focusing on that too keenly, she blinks and tries to pull herself from wherever she's been. She isn't sure how long she has been out of it, but her memory is still fresh enough to recall where she is and why, though the fogginess she feels takes some getting used to. She remembers Cloud's soft, sensual words to her and the way the heat of that materia burned under their hands, and she wonders what it is exactly she is waking up to.
She feels a familiar warmth behind her, and Tifa knows almost instantly that Cloud is holding her from behind. She blinks, letting her eyes adjust to the candlelight and that amethyst glow of the fireplace in the room. It seems that he's dimmed the overhead lights and set up the candles, giving the room even more of a romantic allure. And she's no longer sitting on the loveseat in their suite but has been moved to the tantric sofa, her body flush against its curve as she leans back against the firm warmth of Cloud's chest, his legs on either side of her.
But that's not what shocks her.
Cloud is also sitting on the couch in front of her, staring inquisitively into her face, studying her with calm but focused blue eyes. Tifa feels her heart rate quicken at the sight of him, the surge of confusion forcing her to quickly sit up, pulling away from the arms that are holding her behind her.
"Cloud?!" she exclaims.
Cloud quickly leans forward and takes both her forearms, steadying her and keeping her from spilling off of the couch at the jerky way she races to sit. But she feels the movement behind her and despite the perplexity of what she is encountering, she knows without turning around that there is another person behind her.
"It's okay," Cloud says immediately in front of her, his hands running up and down her arms in a way that he knows always soothes her when she is on the verge of panic. "It's just me."
"It's me," he repeats behind her.
Tifa hears the sound of Cloud's voice assaulting her from dual directions and as her heart belly-flops in her chest, she can't stop the way that her thoughts spin as realization slowly dawns on her. Materia or not, she would never have imagined what is happening could ever be possible, even if she's poured over the idea in the back of her mind many, many times.
Needing to confirm, Tifa turns around.
Cloud is laying back against the curved backrest of the tantric couch, his legs spread on either side. Like the Cloud in front of her, he is wearing all black, but instead of the tailored ensemble the Cloud in front of her has on, he is wearing fatigues and a sleeveless turtleneck sweater. And this Cloud looks a little younger than the one in front of her, though his expression seems rougher somehow, an arrogant look that Tifa swears she hasn't seen Cloud wear in years.
He leans forward and takes her by the waist again.
"You okay?" he asks her softly, his breath draping over her shoulder.
She wants to say something but her brain isn't functioning and the first Cloud manages to recapture her attention again, sliding closer to her and running his hands down to her wrist, where his thumbs press lightly into her pulse points.
"Don't be afraid," he says to her. "I'm gonna take care of you."
"Me too," Cloud says behind her in agreement, almost combatively.
Tifa is presently melting down from within. Sure, when she pressed her hand to that orb of materia, this idea crossed her mind, among perhaps a hundred other naughty little things she would love to find herself doing with Cloud. She'll admit she's fantasized about a scenario like this more times than she is comfortable counting. But it was always too absurd to think about beyond her own hidden daydreams, and she would never, ever, confess something like this to him.
But now, she thinks almost horrifically, he not only knows but because of that magic orb, it is actually happening.
"You need to relax," Cloud grouses behind her, his voice almost leveraging a command. "You're way too tense. How many times have I told you to trust me?"
He's got his arms around her waist and he's pulling her back into him fully now, and she feels her back hit the warmth of his chest again. His hair tickles her face when he leans in to kiss her cheek, and while the burn of it hits her, all Tifa can do is stare at the Cloud in front of her who drops her wrists and instead focuses his attention on helping her out of her shoes and her clothing.
"He's right, you know," he says. "Well, I'm right. I'm always right when it comes to you, Tifa. So just lay back and let us show you how much we love you, hmm?"
He leans forward and kisses her softly on the lips, the same kind of kiss that he gives her every morning before he leaves for the day or that he gives her every night right before they go to sleep.
Tifa is realizing something the more that each of these two Clouds talk. The one in front of her - gentle, understanding, but confident and a little authoritative - is the Cloud she wakes up next to every morning, the unburdened and matured Cloud she's been living with for the last few years. This Cloud has seen every facet of her heart and made every step he's taken in life in lock with hers, has committed himself to her, and has no difficulty keeping a straight face when he brings her endless fountains of pleasure.
But the Cloud who is behind her - a little rougher around the edges, a little impatient, and a little unsure to the point of overcompensation - is a younger version of her Cloud, one who was so eager that he tore her stockings under the red glow of a meteor, who she fucked in sleeping bags and tents when they were homeless, who sometimes used to cry on her shoulder those first months after he rediscovered himself and would wake up to brutalizing nightmares that encased his memories. This Cloud is unpolished and passionate and still oppressed by his own emotions, and damn if he isn't possessive of her heart and her body alike.
But she loves both versions of him so, so much, knows that he loves her too, and the more that she realizes what her imagination has truly designed, the more that she feels all of the blood in her body race south, leaving her aching and slick between her thighs.
"You hungry, Tifa?" the younger Cloud asks her, distracting her from her thoughts when he runs his hand over her tummy, slipping it under her sweater. He nuzzles her cheek again, and Tifa can't help the way that her pulse quickens and her breath escapes in a sigh. But her eyes are connected with the Cloud who's in front of her, who is staring up at her as he unzips her jeans and begins to slowly roll them down over her hips.
"Tifa always worries about everyone else," he sighs when she doesn't answer the first Cloud. "She forgets to eat a lot when she's busy with work and the kids. It pisses me off."
The serious cadence of his voice burrows itself inside of the pit of her belly, and his fingertips slipping over her thighs as he divests her of her pants absolutely does not help. But before she can manage a response, Cloud behind her is humming by her ear.
"Damn, Tifa," he puffs. "I thought you were a good girl."
Tifa wishes she could find words to respond, but the more that either of these two Clouds talk, the more her brain melts and the more she squirms. The older Cloud gets up and tosses her jeans to the side, staring down at her with his eyes bright, sea-blue diamonds.
"She tries to be," he comments. "Take her shirt off."
Tifa watches as he disappears, and the younger Cloud gets right to work without missing a beat. His hands are on the hem of her sweater, pushing her up a bit so that he can tear it off over her head. As soon as it disappears, Cloud pulls her back into his arms and lets his rough, sword-calloused palms travel the front of her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts and forcing her back to arch when her nipples react to the friction of his touch.
"You cut your hair," he comments absently, nipping into her earlobe as he brushes all of her hair to one side.
"Do you like it?" Tifa hears herself ask in a harried breath, her body beginning to squirm as her blood boils over.
"You're beautiful," is his simple response.
Tifa blushes, but before she can respond, the other Cloud returns, and Tifa notices at once that he is shirtless, every muscle of his upper body outlined and shadowed by the candlelight. He is carrying a tray, an array of snacks and sweets on it. He places it on a small side table next to where the younger Cloud is holding her, and when he sits back down in front of her, Tifa realizes he is holding one of the bottles she noticed in the display case by the concierge in hand.
"Eat something," he instructs in that commanding way that he's only managed to perfect over the years. "While I try to loosen you up."
Tifa blinks and tries to figure out exactly what he means by that, but the Cloud laying behind her nudges her gently, forcing her to look back over her at him. He's holding a strawberry that is covered in a dripping, succulent fudge, up in front of her face.
"Eat," he instructs.
Tifa locks eyes with him, and he offers her that lazy smirk again. It is so charming that she smiles back, and she leans back and bites into the fruit, the chocolate coating her tongue.
Just as she is swallowing back that first bite, she feels the slow drip of a warm liquid coat her legs, drawing a line from her thighs down to her ankles.
She looks back at her Cloud who is now shirtless, leaning over her with his hair in his eyes as his hands attack her skin. He's poured the oil over her and he is now gripping one calf in his hands, wrapping them fully around it as he begins to massage her in an up and down motion. He basks her entire leg in this affection, squeezing and kneading, even paying attention to the soles of her feet before he works his hand up to her thigh.
"You're so tense," he mutters with a shake of his head, and Tifa sighs audibly at the way that he palms her inner thigh, drawing closer and closer toward the ache that is building in her core. Her panties are now soaking wet and the other Cloud is brushing the fingers of one hand teasingly over her nipple while the other feeds her a macaron with a sweet vanilla filling. "Every muscle in your body is knotted up, Tifa."
Younger Cloud pinches her nipple and Tifa arches her body, unaware of how badly she is squirming. The older Cloud smiles at her when he sees her reaction, and he moves his hands to start massaging her other leg.
"You're working her up," he says to his younger self.
"I know what she likes just as much as you do," Cloud says defensively behind her.
The Cloud between her knees laughs in response, and Tifa hears herself whine a little when he sweeps his fingers over her heated core. The thin barrier of her panties only lets a spark of pleasure race through her, but with the rest of the ways that they both touch her, it is enough to have her cheeks bright and her lips turned down in a pout. Cloud smiles again, shaking his head.
"We're not there yet," he denies her, clearly knowing she is silently asking for more.
She feels the vibration of Cloud's chest behind her when he laughs in response, and she is so frustrated yet so turned on that she isn't even sure how to deal with the surge of emotions. But older Cloud slides forward, leaning his smooth, masculine body over her.
"Get her bra off."
The younger Cloud obliges and shoves the tray of food out of the way, his hand pushing her away from him so that he can access the clasps of her bra. Her skin flares when she feels his fingers move across her skin, but she is staring right at the first Cloud who is pouring more of that tingling, heated oil into his hands.
After he gets her bra off, Cloud stretches and pulls his turtleneck off so that he too is shirtless, and when he pulls her back into his chest, Tifa sighs almost dreamily at the feel of his warm skin against her back. The first Cloud begins to rub the oil into her flesh, over her shoulders and her belly and soon the exposed peaks of her breasts, while the second Cloud wraps his hand around her throat, pulling her back to look at him and forcing her into a kiss.
Tifa is disintegrating - the man she has been in love with for most of her entire life split into two, one Cloud rubbing her entire body down while the other kisses and holds her possessively. She is squirming, every inch of her being on fire, her pussy leaking so badly and her clit aching for even the slightest bit of stimulation.
Cloud pulls her forward, breaking the kiss she shares with Cloud behind her, leaving him to growl out a protest. But older Cloud hugs her to him, now massaging her back and shoulders, working the knots out of her spine. She is liquifying under his touch, and she lays her head on his shoulder and hugs him back while he caresses her.
"You're so sweet, baby," he whispers, nuzzling her so that she lifts her head, giving him an opening, his turn to kiss her this time.
"Give her back," Cloud behind her complains, reaching for her waist.
Cloud doesn't stop kissing her, not for a long moment, their tongues heated. Tifa doesn't know how it can be possible, but both their kisses seem different yet the same. They both taste and feel similar, but while this Cloud's tongue is skilled and careful and passionate, the boy behind her was messy and demanding, kissing her with fury.
Cloud finally stops kissing her with a light laugh, letting her fall back against Cloud who is still positioned behind her. He takes the opportunity to drop his hands to her hips, tugging at the waistband of her underwear until she finally lifts so he can slide them away.
She is so glad to finally be rid of them that she isn't even a little bit embarrassed by the way that he spreads her thighs with both hands, exposing her pussy and the way that she leaks for him.
The Cloud behind her is attacking her throat with kisses and nips now while this one gently pets her folds with his fingertip, lifting it to brush just once over her clit. Tifa moans vividly and twirls her hips, fighting against Cloud who is holding her again and palming her tits.
"Cloud," she whines.
"You like that?" Cloud says behind her.
"Feels good, baby?" Cloud asks between her thighs.
Tifa tries to pull together a coherent response, but Cloud's tongue is between her folds, lapping at her clit, tonguing her opening. Tifa whimpers and thrashes her head back and forth, while the Cloud behind her catches her mouth again and kisses her hotly.
Her older, more experienced Cloud is sucking gently on her clit, building her higher and higher, keeping the pressure of his lips and tongue just light enough to keep her hovering close to the edge but never drawing near enough to fall over it. All she can do is wiggle her hips against his mouth, but when she squirms too much, he pushes both of her thighs all the way back until the younger Cloud grabs her ankles and holds her legs out of the way.
"Cloud!" she hears herself cry out again. But there is nothing she can do with one Cloud pinning her into place and the other laving her most sensitive little spot with attention, the tip of his tongue drawing circles over her clit before he begins sucking it hard with the flat of his tongue pressed against it. She whines and she struggles and she sobs, but there is no way that she can fight against two of him.
One Cloud edges her nearly into oblivion with his tongue while the other sucks and bites marks into her neck, and Tifa is desperately screaming for them both when Cloud finally lets her come. Her pussy leaks over his lips, her clit throbbing as her orgasm catapults through her, leaving his face shining and wet.
The Cloud who is holding her legs back is breathing hard, his chest heaving under her.
Her eyes are locked with Cloud's in front of her as she slowly comes down, her breathing thin, sweat lining her forehead. He sits up again and wipes his mouth, her arousal streaked across the back of his hand. He licks his lips and gets to his feet.
"I want to hold her now."
Younger Cloud lowers her legs but he doesn't move from the way that he is possessively positioned behind her. But Tifa watches as the Cloud who is now at his feet makes quick work of kicking his way out of his pants and his boxers. He is standing in front of her with his erection pointing in her direction and leaking at the tip, and he climbs back onto the sex couch, facing her again but this time leaning against its opposite curve.
"Come here," he beckons her softly.
Cloud behind her doesn't seem intent to let her go, but Tifa can't help the way she is drawn to Cloud's body and the soft but commanding way he invites her. She pulls away from the younger Cloud, his hands slipping to his sides as she crawls over the Cloud who has known her the longest. She smiles at him when his hands wrap around her waist, and he returns it before he leans up and kisses her while he slides his cock inside of her with one smooth thrust.
"Oh," Tifa cries out, feeling him hit her back wall almost at once. It doesn't matter how many times Cloud has been inside of her, he always finds her deepest parts, the parts of her that make her heart sing. She widens her thighs over his waist, her feet finding the floor as she leverages herself to ride his dick with every long, back and forth twirl her hips can drag out.
Cloud grabs the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. He pulls on it, forcing her closer to where he is laying back so that he can capture her mouth in a messy but controlled, tantalizing kiss.
"You know you're mine," he huffs out against her lips when they break apart, his breathing broken and raspy.
"Yes," Tifa assents, rolling over him again. Cloud takes her by the hips and helps her move, and it makes the angle of his cock shift inside of her, sending electric shocks into that spot inside of her. "I'm all yours."
"She was mine first."
Tifa hasn't realized it, but the second Cloud has also shed the rest of his clothes, and he is now kneeling behind her on the couch. He comes up behind her while she grinds over the first Cloud, his hands palming her ass and giving it light slaps. She moans at the sensation, and her first Cloud starts to suck her nipples, groaning out his own moans at the way she rides him.
"You love him so much?" younger Cloud rumbles behind her, spanking her ass with a little more force. "Then fuck him harder."
Tifa sobs out an unintelligible sound, disbelieving over the way she feels herself leak and throb over Cloud's length at this harshness. But she does exactly what he says, working to bounce on Cloud's cock. She looks down at him and sees him looking up at her with such pure love and adoration, his mouth agape in pleasure, that she nearly bursts.
"Fuck, Tifa," he swears.
She keens a response, but the younger Cloud is rubbing her ass again and now he has his erection pressed against the back of her thigh. He takes her by the jaw, pulling her back and forcing her to lean against him, tearing her attention away from the Cloud she rides.
"You're good at this," he tells her, giving her another kiss, one that leaves her with a light nip against her bottom lip. "You think you can take both of us?"
Tifa shivers. He is rubbing her ass again, drifting between both cheeks, and Tifa can feel that his hand is soaked with that stimulating oil. She knows what he is suggesting, and while it would have terrified her on any other given day, she is so alight with desperation and she has two Clouds now taking care of her. There is suddenly nothing she wants more than to be filled by them both until she bursts; she has never been hotter in her entire life and she would do anything, would give them any part of her.
"Yes," she breathes out desperately.
He kisses her again, this time a little more sweetly, and then he focuses on rubbing her bottom while her older Cloud pulls her to lay over him so that they are chest to chest, one arm holding her firmly around her waist while the other is holding her hip and slowing the frantic rotation of her hips. Behind her, the other Cloud probes gently at her opening, his oiled finger sliding inside her and stretching her slowly, getting her used to being penetrated there.
Her older Cloud - the one who is her husband and has grown in his love for her as much as she has for him - is whispering in her ear, praising her and calming her, stroking her sides with his fingers. He slows the way his cock fucks her pussy, giving her a chance to adjust to the dual penetration.
"It's okay, baby," he purrs in her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "You can do this, okay? You're so strong and sexy… I promise you it's gonna feel so good, you know that? I would never do anything to hurt you."
"Never," the Cloud behind her agrees, slowly sliding his tip in.
Tifa whimpers and cries but both Clouds are touching her all over, four hands gripping and roving and squeezing, one Cloud kissing her mouth while the other drags his lips across her shoulders. Soon, she is filled by them both, and the feeling is so indescribable, a fullness that tears new aches of bliss from parts of her body she never felt before. She holds onto the first Cloud and submits to both of them, letting them both fill her whole. They both move with a careful and measured pace, never moving too fast, their rhythms synchronized until they are pulling a succession of messy, loud orgasms right out of Tifa's soul.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh, Cloud, pleassee…"
She's weeping into Cloud's shoulder, but she arches her back and lets them fuck her like a lioness in heat until they are both coming inside of her and all over her ass and her thighs. Both Clouds are growling out loud and raspy sounds, but Tifa can barely hear her own heartbeat, she is sinking so deep into a pool of ecstasy.
"Let's get her into the shower," the Cloud she is still clinging to says under her a long, misty moment later.
Her eyes are closed into slits when she feels the younger Cloud bend down and peel her away from Cloud, helping her sit up. Her head swims with dizziness and she realizes how giddy she is, leaning against him with a light laugh. Cloud scoops her up in his arms and she feels him carry her into the bathroom, the older Cloud's footsteps padding quietly behind them.
The bathroom is outfitted in shining chrome and marble tile, but Tifa is still floating in too much euphoria to pay attention. She's clinging to her younger Cloud, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex in his skin. He relishes the way that she holds him because he is kissing her forehead and she cannot get enough of it.
Her older Cloud turns the hot water on, and soon, they are all climbing in. This time, she is getting all of her younger Cloud's attention - he backs against the wall under the spray of water, holding her in his arms and kissing her mindlessly while the water rinses their sins from their skin. Behind her, her older Cloud is washing her body with her favorite soap, lathering her skin and her hair, cleaning every crevasse and patch of skin.
When the three of them are clean, he pulls her and backs up into the wall, holding her with her back against his chest. Tifa watches as the younger Cloud approaches, closing in on her until she is sandwiched between them both. He kisses her messily, his hair flattened by the water, and lifts both her legs, sliding inside of her and fucking her pussy swiftly while the Cloud behind her pins her in place.
"That's my baby girl," he growls, wrapping a hand around her throat as he bites into the tender flesh there.
Tifa sobs and cries the entire time but they are both relentless and there is nothing she can do but take it. At this point, she doesn't think she can handle another orgasm but they are savagely giving her one, both kissing and caressing her while his younger self fucks her mindless. She feels herself burst right before he does, and somehow all three of them are laughing stupidly when the older Cloud turns off the water.
Tifa desperately needs sleep; her body is completely boneless and she is having trouble thinking. She just wants to be held. Both Clouds help her out of the shower, taking turns drying her hair and her body before they wrap towels around themselves. This time, her older Cloud scoops her up in his arms, and he carries her into the bedroom where he lays her down in the center of the bed.
"You okay?" he asks her.
Tifa looks up, blinking. Both Clouds are hovering over the bed, looking down at her with affection and concern in their eyes. The one to her left looks boyish and a little wild, while the one who stands to her right looks ready to stop the earth for her with a blaze of serious passion in his eyes.
"I'm okay," she tells them both. "I just want to cuddle."
They both move with the same swiftness, climbing under the sheets with her. His younger self spoons her from behind, his knees tucked behind hers and his breath skirting through her hair. His older self lays right beside her, pulling her into an embrace so that his lips can find hers as they both hold her close.
"See you in the morning, Tifa," the older Cloud says. "I love you."
"I love you," younger Cloud chimes in petulantly.
But Tifa only smiles, her eyes already closed.
"I love you too," she murmurs.
Early the next morning, Tifa opens her eyes to a flood of daylight entering the suite she shares with Cloud. She blinks a few times, but when she turns to face him, she sees that he is already awake, watching her with his fingers in her hair.
"Morning," he greets her lazily.
She tries to clear her thoughts, memories of the night before quickly returning. Her entire body aches, soreness in places she never could have imagined. But everything tingles, the sensations sending heatwaves through her body when she remembers the thrill of the night before.
Hesitantly, she glances over her shoulder, but there is no second Cloud behind her.
"It's just us," Cloud says, reading her thoughts.
Tifa turns back to him, catching the way that he grins at her, his hair shimmering under the sunlight that streams into their room. "Cloud," she begins. "Last night… was that… did that…?"
He cradles her closer. "Yeah, that happened, Tifa," he answers. "That materia is pretty powerful…"
Tifa blushes even more, ducking her face from his stare. Her memory and her body tell her it really happened, but it is still so hard to believe. She feels Cloud's chest heave slightly against hers when he laughs.
"I have to be honest," Cloud says. "I wasn't expecting that to be your fantasy."
"No?" Tifa responds coyly. "What were you thinking, then?"
Cloud smirks. "I have some ideas," he replies. "Maybe we can talk about them. I got us an extra night here. We can figure it out together… but just the two of us this time, okay?"
Tifa snuggles further under the covers, nodding slightly. "Okay," she agrees.
"I gotta ask, though," Cloud says, the blue in his eyes sparkling. "Who's better?"
Tifa's cheeks burn, but Cloud only chuckles harder. She can hardly believe his audaciousness. "Cloud!" she exclaims, slapping his shoulder. "Don't be so ridiculous!"
"What?" he laughs with a toss of his head.
She leans in, kissing his nose. "You know, you've always been so good to me," she tells him. "You're always the best."
It's his turn to blush, and he rolls over her, holding her as his hands travel her body, and all Tifa can think about is how much she has always loved Cloud.
All of Cloud.