Rude Boy
Lights flash overhead, blue and purple glows that signal the bends the transport monorail take as it bends its way along the curve of Upper Junon's outer rim. Just beyond, the sky is dark but it glitters, stars pouring out onto the horizon like a spill of glitter, no longer infected by Midgar's pollution to the East.
Tifa bites into her lip as she watches the colors shift above, but her eyes aren't focused on their shine. She's distracted by the firm, tailored wall of muscle that is hovering above her where she stands against the train's window, by the cool, penetrating blue stare and the golden hair that halos a beautifully sculpted face.
He's caging her between both his arms as he stands over her, protecting her from the elements of the world beyond his body. The train is packed with souls, but no one seems to be paying them any mind.
Maybe it's because Cloud has been doing everything in his power to keep her body shielded with his, his eyes shooting lasers back at anyone who rests their stare on her.
It's been this way all night long. It's their first night out together since the Geostigma crisis ended and Cloud returned home, healed from the fatal illness that nearly stole him away from her and their small, unconventional little family. That was a little over two weeks ago, and in the time since they've stolen their moments together to recoup and heal, Tifa even closing the bar one Sunday at Cloud's behest so they could spend the day together as a family. And they've made love plenty of times, always in their controlled, careful fashion in the bed they share, mindful not to wake the two children sleeping just down the hall.
But there hasn't been an opportunity for them to enjoy each other fully. Their home remains filled with guests, and the demand of their businesses didn't stop simply because the Planet was facing another crisis. As with everything, the world seemed to keep on turning, and Tifa did her best to keep moving along with it despite the way she missed him.
So it came as a great surprise to her when Cloud crept up behind her at the bar the night before. His hands had found her hips as she washed the last of the dishes, whispering in her ear about a date night in Junon, a city that was largely unaffected by Meteorfall and still held on to some of the Avant grade luxuries that had once made Midgar so attractive. Barret was taking the kids to the re-opened Gold Saucer, after having promised to do so more times than Tifa wanted to be reminded about by the two young children. Cloud wanted to take advantage of the alone time by getting away from Edge for a night, and despite Tifa's instinct to instantly fret about expenses, the way that he pressed a solitary kiss just below her earlobe while his hands held a steadfast grip on her hips melted away any reservations that she might have been feeling.
"Make sure you wear something sexy," he'd told her, and the hint of gravel that seemed to be undergirding his words was enough to have Tifa shivering for the rest of the night and much of the following morning.
Thus why he is staring down at her with the mako pulsing in his irises like threads of venom, the possession that he's been holding onto all night bubbling further and further towards the surface the longer that this night has gone on.
Tifa glances down at herself and can't help the slight smile that tugs at her lips, knowing the reason for the bloodlust in his stare. He had asked her to wear something sexy, but he hadn't been prepared for what she'd come down the stairs donned in when he was waiting for her at the bar that evening.
It had taken some digging, but after a bit, Tifa had found the old dress, hidden away in her closet under piles of relics from two years ago - weapons and armor and even a couple of bulbs of materia that Cloud had encouraged her to keep. When she'd pulled the dress from where it was folded, it was wrinkled but still in the same condition as when she'd worn it last - a soft, shimmery, and sheer knit material that felt like butter under her fingers, bright violet in color and trimmed with delicate black lace.
She'd sat on the floor for a while and smiled at it, remembering when Cloud had found her when she had last worn it, en route to Corneo's mansion. He had looked so stunned to see her in it - his mouth slightly parted, his eyes wide, his hands tightening around the railing of the chocobo carriage - that all Tifa can do is laugh every time she recalls the memory.
He'd given her a similar look when she'd come down the stairs earlier that night, and Tifa's cheeks still heat up every time she thinks about it.
Hence the way that he's been pinned to her side all night, the way that he can't stop staring at her, and the way that he glowers ceaselessly at any man (or woman) who looks too long in her direction as they stroll along Junon's streets and wine and dine at a local restaurant. It's got the heat in Tifa's blood turned all the way up high, and the more she thinks about it, the more she feels all her blood run straight between her thighs.
The train jumps and shifts when they hit a bump on the rail, and the lights overhead flicker and dim to the point that Tifa can barely see in front of her. But she can feel the heat of Cloud's body move in even closer, can see the glow of his eyes burn at her in the darkness.
"You okay?" he whispers lightly to her.
Tifa swallows and nods, and even though the chatter of the train's many other passengers buzz all around her, Tifa can only concentrate on the soft tenor of his voice. Her eyes trail over his body, drinking in his lean form that is head to toe in all black, tailored black pants and a sleeveless sweater that exposes the cut definition of his biceps that are currently pinned to either side of her head. It is a warm summer evening in Junon, and Tifa can see the faintest hint of sweat shimmer across his pale skin.
"Attention passengers," a conductor's voice erupts over static through the train's intercom system. "We apologize for the inconvenience. We have experienced a steam engine core malfunction and are running on our backup generators. To keep service as timely as possible, we have reduced cabin power to minimal levels. Please bear with us. We expect no more than a twenty-minute delay to Flagstaff Station."
"Lights are gonna be out for a while," Cloud summarizes, moving in even closer to her.
Tifa hums in agreement and inhales his scent, thinking she doesn't mind the circumstances if he is going to be this close to her in these tight confines. There is something thrilling about the way that he boxes her in at such tight proximity in the darkness, surrounded by people just feet away who cling to the stanchions and the seats. Her eyes adjusting to the darkness, Tifa looks back up at his face, and when their eyes meet, Cloud turns those beautiful pink lips of his up into a lazy smile.
"Did you have a good time tonight?" he asks her in a light whisper, his breath on her throat.
Tifa gaps her lips and smiles back at him. He is now standing so close that the front of his body is nearly touching hers, and she can't stop the way that her nipples twisted and stiffened under the smooth material of her dress. It came with sewn-in cups, and so she was bra-less, leaving very little fabric to confine her warm skin. The thought of him pressing that hard body to hers is almost debilitating, and she tries to shove the thought from her mind as she nods.
"A great time," she responds, keeping her voice low but loud enough to hear over the din of passengers and the screech of the monorail on the iron tracks. "Thank you for taking me out tonight, Cloud. I didn't realize how much I needed this. It's been so long…"
She trails off, looking away slightly. Tifa doesn't want to think too much about how long it's been since they've had a proper date. It was before Marlene moved in with them, before they had even finished building the bar. At twenty-three years old, she has to admit that it makes her sad, even if she refuses to complain.
"You deserve it," Cloud replies, and he takes her cheek in one hand. The motion forces him even closer, and finally, the weight of his body rests on hers. "And you look so pretty tonight…"
Tifa breathes out slowly, delighting in the feeling of his chest pressed to hers, the coolness of the train's window soothing the heat in the skin of her bare back. "Thank you," she offers back in gratitude, her cheeks staining the color of her eyes.
Cloud's smile has degraded its way into a smug, lustful smirk. "I'm being completely serious," he tells her, his voice taking on the low, lustful tempo that she knows always precedes particularly dangerous lovemaking. His eyes are searching her body beneath his, and his hands both drop to her hips. "You're always beautiful, Tifa, all day and every day. But tonight, in this dress… I can't believe you wore this."
He squeezes her waist, and there is a flash of light overhead that quickly dies away again. Cloud is wearing his gloves, but under the firm weight of his grip, she can feel all of the heat in his touch right through the leather that burns its way through this flimsy dress. They lower slightly, and Tifa feels his fingers curve around the fleshy bend of her hips.
"I'm glad you approve," she tosses back up at him. The train jerks again, and she lifts her hands to his biceps, holding on to the smooth muscles there, keeping him close. "I thought you might appreciate it."
"More than appreciate," Cloud grumbles, leaning his lips close to her ear. "You did good, baby."
His soft spikes of platinum hair tickle her cheek, and the combination of his praise and that hazy pet name sends hot little sparks straight to her core. Tifa sighs in response and rubs her thighs together, unable to control the way that she squirms under him.
"You're so sexy," Cloud goes on, his lips now skimming their way across her earlobe to her jaw, and then down to her throat.
"Cloud," Tifa breathes in a mild protest, her hands skimming over his muscles, divining in their hard, smooth feel. They may be entrenched in darkness with the world around them oblivious to their exchanges, but they are still in public. Cloud's hands are seeking, sliding past her hips until they are under her dress, riding their way up her thighs.
"Shhh," Cloud scolds her, the soft, cool leather of his gloves a sinful contrast against her burning hot skin. "We're in public, Tifa. You don't want anyone to hear us."
Tifa resists stamping her feet in frustration at the teasing edge in his voice, at the sardonicism behind his words. He knows exactly what he is doing, and Tifa realizes that she hasn't seen this wild, playful side of Cloud since long before he got sick.
She drops open her lips to voice a protest, but she's stilted by the way that he grips her thighs. He notices because Tifa hears him laugh, his lips pressing light kisses into her throat.
She wants to say something in response, but she's growing feverish for him and words are beginning to scramble in her head. They've been intimate a few times since he returned, but the calm precision that they move with under their own sheets always leaves her feeling just a little bit empty and yearning for more. Now, in the midst of this crowded train with a few glasses of wine in her blood and this flimsy dress barely keeping her separated from him, she is feeling a scorch that she's been burying for far too long.
He leans into her even harder, pressing the steel length of himself that is inside of his pants into her thigh. Tifa puffs out a breath, curling her nails into his skin as he grinds himself into her. Her lips feel forlorn and vacant, desperate to latch on to some part of him, and Tifa curves her neck to one side until she can force him to look at her again.
He gives her a look at her insistence, but she catches his lips in a hot and desperate kiss before he can vocalize his thoughts. She feels his grin against her mouth, teeth bumping shakily against hers. She forces them apart with her tongue, sliding past their straight white line until she can find the tip of his. The twirl of them together inflames her entire body, and Tifa slides her feet apart, shuffling her heels against the steel floor of the train as her clit pulses and her underwear stains.
She hears Cloud chuckle and those hands on her thighs slide upward as if he knows exactly where her mind has gone and where the desperation in her body is heading. His fingers spread and smooth behind her, cupping the fullness of her round bottom and pulling her hips impossibly closer to his. Thanks to the sheerness of this dress, she's wearing a thong, and she can feel every smooth inch of his leather coat the flesh of her backside when he squeezes and tugs her near.
"Cloud," she whimpers again, right into the softness of his pretty lips.
Cloud shushes her by biting her bottom lip and dragging it between his teeth until her eyes burn and her pussy throbs, clenching around nothing. Her nipples poke hard against the satin of her dress, seeking the friction of his sweater and his pectorals as she twists her body against his. Moving his kisses in a line across her jaw, Cloud holds her ass firmly with one hand while the other slides under its curve, two fingers brushing a purposeless line over the flimsy lace of her panties.
"Oh, oh," Tifa hears herself moan, feeling the lightest scrape of his leatherbound fingers across her clit through that thin material. Cloud groans and sucks little marks into her neck, rolling his fingers again while he ruts his erection against her thigh.
Deftly, he slides her panties out of the way, slipping his two fingers into the sopping heat of her folds. They part her lower lips, giving him access to her throbbing clit. He flicks and rubs and taps it, sending bright beams of pleasure through Tifa's nerves, forcing her to rise up on the balls of her feet. He rubs gentle circles over her nub, and when he ventures a finger inside of her and gives her a hint of gentle penetration, Tifa leans in and bites into his throat.
"Fuck," Cloud growls.
"Please," Tifa begs.
He takes her plea seriously because he pulls his hand away from her heat and brings it to the front of his pants. Tifa strains in the darkness to see what he is doing between their bodies, and she can barely restrain her shock when she realizes he is opening his buckles and reaching for his cock.
"Clou-"
"Shhhh," Cloud hushes her again. His free hand slides out from under her skirt and takes her by the hip, holding her in place. He drops his erection, letting its thickness rest against her exposed thigh, leaky at warm at the tip. Tifa licks her lips and tries to muddle her way through her thoughts, but she is so desperate for him that she doesn't dare complain when he reaches down for the underside of her thigh, lifts it, and smoothly slides the entire length of his cock into her slick heat.
He must know that she is going to cry out because he completely muffles the sound with another deep and passionate kiss, swallowing every note of ecstasy that threatens to escape her throat. Tifa feels the singe of pleasure scorch her deep where the tip of him is buried into her spot, her clit pinned in a delightful manner against his pelvis. As soon as Cloud bottoms out inside of her, he stills himself completely, breathing heavy and hard against her lips as he attempts to ground himself.
Tifa tries to breathe and think while he gathers his bearings. Every time the train scuttles across the tracks, his hardness pokes deeper inside of her, and the tiny shocks it produces blind her with pleasure. She is reminded again that they are in public, on a moving train in a blackout that could end at any moment, exposing their passions for every eye to see. The thought of it only makes her hotter, and Tifa feels herself leak and drip all over Cloud's thick member, her walls pulsing and fluttering around him uncontrollably when the train hits another bump in the rails.
Cloud pulls his lips from hers when he finally feels assured that he has control of the situation, and keeping one hand holding her thigh up, their bodies fused together, he brings the other to cover her mouth. In the darkness, he looks Tifa right in the eyes, the glow of mako in his sending electrical currents to the hottest parts of her body and leaving her aching and wanting.
He starts to move then, pumping into her with a steady pace, his eyes never leaving hers. Tifa's mouth falls open, and sensing it, Cloud clasps his hand even tighter around her mouth. The glare in his aquamarine eyes holds a warning as if daring her to let out a cry and give away their dirty little secret. She pouts her understanding at him, unable to avoid the way she stares up at him in unabashed, wanton abandon.
Cloud thrusts into her steadily, carefully to not move too quickly to draw attention or make too much noise. Tifa can just barely hear the tiny little slaps of their bodies and the ragged puffs of both her and Cloud's breathing under the screaming thunder of the train's rails. She feels the sticky heat of their sweat meld, and desperately, Tifa claws her fingernails into his shoulders.
"Come whenever you want," Cloud manages to rasp at her after despairingly long moments pass by of his deep back in forth inside of her.
He shouldn't have said that. With the pressure of his pelvis on her swollen clit and his thick, lengthy cock buried to the hilt inside of her, his words are enough to shatter her. Cloud recognizes what is coming in the burst of her pupils because he slides two fingers into Tifa's mouth and allows her to bite down on them while she comes.
Tifa is shivering her way through her entire orgasm, her walls convulsing on him while he finishes himself with a few final, carefully measured thrusts. She does everything she can to keep from crying out or moaning his name, but she can't stop the high-pitched whine that squeezes past his fingers when the euphoria blitzes out her brain in a sea of white. She nearly collapses, the feeling only worsened when she feels herself filled to the brim with Cloud's hot, sticky release.
She holds onto him tight and they breathe like wildfire is shared between their lungs. Cloud carefully lowers her thigh so she is standing on two feet again, and Tifa loops her arms around his neck, holding him close so that her knees which are now jelly do not give out from under her. Cloud fixes Tifa's underwear and then her dress, smoothing out the fabric before he rights his own pants, and then he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close against the window with his forehead resting on her shoulder.
Tifa isn't sure how long they stand there. She listens to the hum of the train against the tracks, bliss coating her nerves and serotonin rushing through her blood. She is sleepy and sated and sweaty, but most of all, she is happy. Cloud has fucked her plenty of times since they've been together, but never once has he fucked her like that.
She's replaying it all in her head again when the lights flicker back on. Cloud backs up, lifting his head and looking around. The train's passengers up ahead don't seem to take notice of them, though a handful turn back to give them curious stares. But mostly, everyone is getting to their feet or shouldering their bags in preparation for departure.
"Now arriving at Flagstaff Station," the conductor bleats overhead.
Cloud lets out a heavy sigh, stepping fully away from Tifa as the train slows to a stop. He glances down at her, and Tifa can see the low-lidded look of pure satisfaction that he wears on his boyishly handsome face. He smiles, and Tifa can't help but return it.
"Could go for a shower," she comments, seeing another line of sweat crawl down his temple.
Cloud laughs. "You and me both," he replies, wiping it away with the back of his arm before he reaches down for her hand. "Let's take one together when we get to our room. I've got some ideas for some fun ways to clean up after that."
Tifa blushes, tearing her eyes away from his as they make their way off the train. This part of Junon is close to the sea, and the cool, summer's night breeze is welcome on her scalding skin after their encounter on the train. They pull away from the throng of departing passengers, and as Tifa walks, she can feel all of the slickness and stickiness that coats the inside of her thighs.
Cloud looks down at her, releasing her hand and sliding his arm around her waist instead as they walk. She feels his familiar possession, and she leans into it, loving the way that he doesn't hesitate to take complete control of her body any way and any time that he wants.
She's really, really glad to have him back.
"You know," he murmurs, bumping his shoulder into hers as his eyes map a trail over her shape again. "You really should wear that dress more often. The color really looks nice on you."
"Are you sure it's just the color?" Tifa teases in response.
Cloud throws his head back in roaring laughter, a sound that Tifa hasn't heard in so long.
Maybe she will, she thinks.