Chapter Five

Under Your Spell

Cloud found himself struggling to keep his eyes open as he drove the highways of the Eastern Continent late that evening, the late winter's winds whipping through his hair. February was drawing to a close in the next few days, and the frosts that had begun to cling to the hillsides and the terrain were beginning to melt and drain away. But the air still held a nip and a bite, and Cloud could feel the sting through his leather sleeves.

It had been several weeks since he and Tifa had returned from their trip to Icicle Inn, and as soon as they were back among the throes of domestic and work life, they were catapulted away from the indulgences of their fantasies that had unraveled so wonderously in that snowcapped mountain cabin. The holiday season and the cold weather meant that fewer people were willing to do their own traveling, and so Cloud's delivery work picked up again, keeping him away from home sometimes for days at a time. And Seventh Heaven was always packed, patrons eager to steal away from the cold weather and the doldrums of winter in the city by enjoying tart drinks and Tifa's fulfilling cooking and the warmth of the bar's hearth. Even when Cloud had a day off, Seventh Heaven was still open, and he found himself helping Tifa manage things, always eager to do whatever he could to take a little bit off of her plate.

All of this brought profits into their home that were sorely needed, but by contrast, it left them far less time to dive deeper into the exploration of their intimacies that they had begun earlier that season. The kids constantly needed attention, Tifa was always busy and bone-tired, and Cloud was always late getting home or preoccupied or too unsure of how to reinitiate things.

That isn't to say they didn't make love. No, they did that all of the time. Cloud couldn't live more than a few days without having sex with Tifa. But it was always lazy and quiet, languid and sweet, both of them too tired and too mentally taxed to dive deeper into the whims that they had been so deep into just before the holidays.

That wasn't to say that Cloud didn't think often about it. He did, especially when Tifa shot him a particularly sensual pout from across the room, or when he would spoon her late at night, pressing her round, squishy ass against his pelvis. Those nights had Cloud wondering if she was teasing and tempting him to take control of her again the way that he had in Icicle Inn, the way he had those first few times that they started to experiment.

As he rounded a bend of the highway, approaching the overpass for Edge, Cloud thought again about the howling moon chain that he had purchased for Tifa when this all began. He knew where she kept it, tucked away in her nightstand next to her side of the bed. So many times in the last stretch of weeks Cloud had wanted to ask her to put it on or to go into her drawer and take it out himself, to sneak up behind her while she brushed her hair at the vanity table and to drape it over her neck. But every time the idea crossed his mind, he'd let some excuse fling it away - his exhaustion, his embarrassment, or some pressing household matter that tore their attention away.

Tonight, Cloud resolved, was going to be different. He had just finished a three-day stretch of deliveries that took him to Corel, Gongaga, and Bone Village, his last major deliveries of the season. He had closed off his calendar for the next four days, and all of the deliveries that he planned to take beginning in March were going to be localized to the Eastern Continent until the summer season picked up again.

Even though he was exhausted, Cloud could not tear Tifa from his mind. He had been thinking about her ceaselessly for the last three days, ever since they departed one another's arms, her kiss being the last thing he felt before he stepped out into the dawn. He'd let himself drown in the sound of her voice those last few nights, falling to sleep to the sounds of her telling him about her day, his hands falling to himself when she whispered sexy, naughty little wishes to him. Hearing the strain in her voice, Cloud knew how badly she wanted him, and he had every intention to give her what she wanted when he walked through those doors.

Sleep could come later, he thought.

He entered the city, hugging Fenrir's tires close to the broken asphalt of Edge's streets as he drove home. It was already after eleven, and the city was beginning to quiet. Cloud knew that Tifa would have closed for the night and that Marlene and Denzel would likely already be in bed, especially since it was a school night. Tifa wasn't expecting him until the next morning, but Cloud had cut back on some travel time with the sole intention of surprising her so that they could spend some quality time together.

He did make one detour while passing through Junon, though - and the evidence of that was tucked away in a small black bag in one of Fenrir's compartments.

Cloud pulled up to Seventh Heaven's garage when the streets were already silent and the buzz of the overhead streetlight's lamp was the only sound he heard. He parked in the garage, taking a moment to check the bike's fuel and oil gauges before gathering his wares. He could smell the lingering scent of Tifa's cooking from earlier that evening still hanging in the air, and instantly, Cloud inhaled, feeling welcomed back at home.

Carrying his package in hand, Cloud passed through the garage into Seventh Heaven's back kitchen area, emerging into the bar proper. It was already dark, illuminated only by the florescent window signs and overhead menu plaques. Cloud flipped one of the lights by the counter on, and went into the fridge, searching for evidence of the dinner Tifa'd made to warm and scarf down before he headed upstairs.

He grabbed a beer first, pulling down a few gulps to ease the tension hours of driving had put into his muscles. He then rummaged through the shelves, finding a covered ceramic tray that was still warm to the touch. Jackpot - Tifa's leftovers.

And it was chicken pot pie - one of his favorites - the crust still flakey and golden. Already, he was thinking of ways he would reward Tifa for this when he got upstairs, and she didn't even know it yet.

He was shoving an inordinately large helping into the warmer on the counter when his enhanced hearing picked up the distinctive sound of her soft footsteps descending down the stairs. Cloud knew the sound of Tifa's walk anywhere - especially when she was barefoot. Inwardly, he smirked to himself and closed the warmer, turning to her just as she came up behind him, passing through the little swinging door behind the bar.

"Cloud," she greeted him groggily, tilting her head to one side.

Odin, Cloud could never get enough of that look that Tifa would often give him. She was so maddeningly adorable, her cherry eyes wide and doeish, framed by the thickest, darkest lashes. Her lips were soft and wet and pink as if she had just been licking them. And her hair was mussed, betraying that she had just crawled out of bed. It was all over her shoulders, static sticking strands straight up in the air.

But more than that, Cloud noticed her body, and he couldn't help but openly stare. He was wearing one of his sweaters - one of his old sweaters, that navy blue relic that had been a part of his SOLDIER uniform - and nothing else. It stopped at the midpoint of her thighs, and even though it was big on her, it sat on her curves just right, her breasts pressed against the soft knit, the fabric gathering at her waist and sitting atop her hips. Cloud could not stop the way that his eyes traveled along the lengths of her legs. They looked so creamy and smooth, like the filling of the custard cakes that she sometimes baked for them on Sundays.

"I wasn't expecting you until the morning," Tifa went on when he just continued to ogle her.

Whenever Tifa was confused or figuring something out, she tilted her head that way, her crimson eyes picking up every filter of light in the room. Cloud loved it, just like he loved every single one of Tifa's mannerisms. There was something effortless about her, sexy and cute at the same time that she didn't even have to try and achieve - she simply had to be .

It had been less than thirty seconds, and already, Cloud was rock hard and straining his pants.

"Tifa," he greeted in a soft breath, feeling his cheeks warm. They'd been together several years already but still, Cloud felt like a bumbling teenager around her most of the time. It was at once thrilling and devastating, and feeling that heat rush through him again, Cloud tried to get ahold of himself. "I - I was able to cut a few things back and get home early. I didn't mean to wake you, though."

Tifa smiled then, so charmingly that Cloud felt his heart clench. And then, she stepped closer to him, until her tits were almost touching his chest and he could smell the rosewater in her skin and the cherry blossoms in her hair.

"You didn't wake me," she responded in a low voice, one that was sultry and that had a tenor Cloud was very familiar with. It made his knees buckle. "I was missing you really badly tonight, and I couldn't sleep."

Oh, shit , Cloud thought.

"I heard your bike, so I thought I'd come down and make sure you had something to eat before you came to bed. But I see you've already found the leftovers, hm?"

She smiled at him even more brightly, and Cloud couldn't help but return it somewhat goofily. It was almost midnight and Tifa was flirting openly with him in a way that he knew meant she wanted sex. In alignment with his plans for the night as it were, he was happy to oblige her.

"Yeah. Thanks, Tifa. Chicken pot pie. I'm hungry."

Tifa held her smile and maneuvered around him, over to the warmer. She checked the temperature, then got a plate from the cabinet above, getting to work setting up a placemat for him at the bar. She even poured him a fresh beer, this time a cold draft from one of the taps.

Cloud watched wordlessly, awestruck by her quiet subservience. Her hips swayed alluringly under his shirt with her every movement, and it became impossibly distracting. It was taking all of the power of a 4X-cut materia to keep him from picking her up and taking her from behind right over the back of the counter here.

He held his composure, though, instead leaning against the bar while the mako in his veins fused with the newfound adrenaline she was stirring in his blood. He watched her move, setting out silverware for him, his sweater riding up when she bent over, displaying the slightest curve of her ass.

"You're wearing one of my old uniforms," Cloud commented nonchalantly.

Tifa turned to him over her shoulder, her bangs falling into her eyes. Her hair had begun to grow longer, especially around her face. Cloud always liked her hair long. Right now, all he could think about was gathering it all into one fist while he pinned her beneath him.

Those pouty pink lips were smiling at him again, this time showcasing just a little bit of teeth. "Oh, this? Yes, I'm sorry, Cloud. Believe it or not, I really fell behind on the laundry this week. I ran out of pajamas, and this was the first thing I found when went through the closet."

There was something undeniably coy in the way that Tifa spoke, and Cloud was no fool. He was roped in immediately.

"Fell behind on the laundry?" He repeated with an eyebrow raised. "That's not like you, Tifa. That's… pretty bad of you."

Tifa simpered and shrugged. "I didn't even have any clean panties," she lamented, turning back to check on his food in the warmer.

Cloud groaned audibly, balling his hand into a fist in order to alleviate some of the wicked pressure that was building in all of his sinews. He thought he heard Tifa quietly laugh, and it made him even more feral inside. Instead of saying anything further, though, he simply watched her fix his plate, turning back to the bar and setting it out for him.

"All set, baby," she whispered.

Cloud cleared his throat and then nodded, coming around the bar to sit at one of the stools. His pants were dreadfully uncomfortable, and he had to adjust himself a few times to sit comfortably.

Tifa seemed to notice because she was smirking at him vividly from the other side of the counter. She leaned over it at him, both palms flat on its surface, the swell of her breasts hanging in front of her. Cloud had an instant flashback of a memory of her leaning in his direction like that a long time ago, only in a different Seventh Heaven, one nestled inside of a slum in Sector Seven, Midgar.

He had wanted to devour her then, and he wanted to devour her now. Instead, he focused on devouring the meal in front of him that she prepared for him.

Tifa grinned and leaned over one elbow, watching him eat. Cloud could never get enough of Tifa's cooking. It always had the down-home taste of their village, hearty and filling and full of flavor. The chicken was succulent and the vegetables were tasty, the dumplings fat and chewy. Cloud practically moaned at the first bite, and then he was scarfing it down.

Tifa giggled.

"What?" Cloud demanded with a mouthful.

"You must be hungry," she commented with a shrug. Again, her voice was fully suggestive. "You're so cute, Cloud."

That was enough. Cloud picked up his mug, swallowing back his current bite. Damn this stuff was strong, and it was good. Where did Tifa get her ales?

"Tifa," he said in a low but measured voice. Her eyes widened, and Cloud knew it was because she recognized its tone. It was quiet, but it was demanding. "Why don't you go and wait for me in bed? I'll clean up here and then I'm gonna take a quick shower. I promise, I'll be quick."

Tifa's eyelashes fluttered, and she stood up straight again. It didn't matter what the context - he could be talking about life or death, or taking out the trash - but using the promise word always left her in shambles. He could see the emotion and the lust pass in the sparkle of red in her eyes, and Tifa nodded, almost obediently.

"Okay, my love," Tifa replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she turned away. "I'll be ready."

You think so , Cloud thought as he watched her walk away.

Cloud dried his hair with a towel and then tossed it in the hamper, pulling his legs hastily through his sweats and not even bothering with boxers. He didn't plan on staying in them for much longer, anyway.

Holding his little black bag in hand, he pulled open the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway, the steam from his shower escaping in front of him. Quietly, he made his way down the corridor, stopping only once to peek in on Denzel and Marlene in their room. It was very late by now, and they were well on their way to dreamland. Cloud smiled at them, watching for a few moments as they breathed and snored. They both looked so peaceful and content, and Cloud felt at ease, already looking forward to spending quality time with them the next day.

He closed their door and went straight for the bedroom, keeping his package slightly out of view behind his back. Opening the door, he found the room dim, only the lamp by Tifa's side of the bed on, light from the streetlamps outside shining in their window above the bed.

Tifa was facing away from him, laying on her stomach on the bed. It left the round curve of her ass on display, and Cloud knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was enticing him. That was perfectly fine with him because he had every intention of giving her exactly what she wanted and needed.

Tifa was reading a book, her elbows perched up on her pillow. At the sound of the door opening, she put it down and turned to him, watching as he kicked the door shut and then approached her. She smiled over her shoulder, carmine eyes twinkling in the light.

"What do you have in the bag?" she asked right away.

Damnit , Cloud thought. Tifa was so observant, and Cloud was so busy staring at her ass that he did a paltry job of trying to hide his parcel, anyway. He tossed it on the bed, slightly out of the way, then came up beside Tifa and sat next to her hip on the bed.

"What are you reading?" he asked instead of answering.

Tifa didn't say anything, just held the book slightly out of reach, teasing him. Cloud smirked at her and easily leaned over her waist, one long arm reaching past her shoulder and plucking the book from her hands. She clicked her tongue against her teeth in protest, sneering at him, but Cloud just laughed and turned the book over in his hands.

" Only Yours ," Cloud read the title of the book out loud. He stared at the image on the cover, a dark-haired man with ripply, oversized muscles holding the waist of a dramatically posed blonde woman whose wrists were bound with red twine. He glanced at the back cover, quickly scanning the synopsis, heat rising in his cheeks as he skimmed over every word.

He looked back at Tifa, catching her eyes and her smirk. He handed the book back to her.

"Well, this looks interesting," he quipped. "What part in the story were you at?"

"The girl was getting spanked," Tifa replied without missing a beat.

Cloud resisted the urge to swear out loud. He could feel the smolder in his bones, and the devilish look on Tifa's face was not helping matters in the slightest. She must have seen what he was feeling, because abruptly, she tossed the book onto the bedside table and devoted her full attention to him.

Cloud summoned his willpower for what must be the third or fourth time since he'd arrived home that night. This was his first time engaging with Tifa in this sort of play in a while, and he had spent the entire goddamn afternoon planning his tactics for this night. He wasn't about to let her brattiness or the way that his fucking sweater clings to her tits throw him off his game.

Cloud hummed a low sound in response, then leaned over Tifa again, this time for the top drawer of her table. He rummaged through it, pushing aside a few of her personal effects until he found the soft, velvet box. Tifa shifted her weight on the bed slightly and watched him, her eyes following his every movement as he pulled it out and set it on the bed.

Carefully, Cloud opened the box and pulled the silver chain free. It glittered in the lamplight, the wolf charm spinning back and forth. Tifa's eyes were wide and desirous, and Cloud winked at her before he bent down to bring the chain around her neck and clasp it under the curtain of her thick, dark hair.

"Was the girl being naughty?" Cloud asked, nodding at the book again once the chain was in place. "You know… forgetting to do things? Like the laundry, or wearing panties?"

Tifa shyly pulled her eyes away, but Cloud didn't miss the way the corner of her lips curved up. "Maybe," she conceded.

Already, Cloud could feel a pool of heat gather in the center of his belly. His dick was tenting his pants and he could feel the ache and the drip inside. But he needed to be calm, to see this through until Tifa was at her breaking point.

"Come here," he quietly commanded.

Tifa slid back and got to her knees, while Cloud sat back against the headboard, settling in the center of their bed and among their pillows. He spread his legs, patting his lap and gesturing for Tifa to join him.

She understood immediately, and Cloud was instantly enamored by the bright wash of pink that colored her cheeks. She crawled in his direction, her tits swinging in front of her. She stopped when she was at his lap, and as she started to lay over his knees, Cloud stopped her.

"Not like this," he said. "Turn around, facing the mirror."

Tifa glanced at the other side of the room, at the dresser just across from the foot of the bed, where the mirror sat. Cloud could see the way her face flushed even more as she realized what he wanted her to do. But he gave the side of her ass a tap, and she obliged, turning away from him until her ass was in the air and facing him.

Tifa laid down between his legs, folding her arms under her chin. Wanting her to be comfortable, Cloud reached for a pillow and handed it to her, and she wrapped her arms around it, holding it tight and hiding her face. Cloud grabbed her by the ankles in response, pulling her ass closer to him as if her legs were the handles of a wheelbarrow, her center sitting right over his strained cock.

He was desperately trying not to combust at the sexy and almost vulgar way that Tifa was spread in front of him, especially when he pushed the hem of his sweater up to her hips, leaving her bare ass and her spread pussy on display for him. She was already wet, and the sight of it had him salivating.

"How long have you been wet like this, Tifa?" Cloud asked, running a finger along the pillowy inside of her seam, gently parting her folds.

"All day," Tifa whined, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow.

This only made his dick harder. Cloud let himself indulge in that thought for a moment, of Tifa working the bar all day, her panties soaked as she thought about him and only him.

Damn, he loved this woman.

"Is that right," he answered. "You know, I was planning on coming home and taking care of you tonight, Teef. But I dunno, now. Not if you haven't been a good girl."

"Please," Tifa purred, turning back to him with that pouty expression on her face again.

Cloud could melt into a puddle at the sight of that face. Shiva, he nearly did, but he squeezed the fullness of one cheek of her ass in his palm to distract himself. Feeling her warm flesh under his hand kept him from turning into a big softy for her the way that Tifa was prone to do to him, and he gave her ass a first, tentative slap.

"You know why you didn't get around to doing the laundry?" Cloud asked. Tifa was silent, still staring back at him, her ankles hovering by his shoulders. "Because you work too hard, and you won't listen to me. How many times have I told you to shorten your hours at the bar so that you weren't always so tired? Why do you always ignore what I say?"

"Cloud, I -"

He silenced her by smacking her bottom again, and this time, Tifa let out a yelp. Cloud rubbed the inflamed skin, his fingers floating lowering and toying at her opening again.

"Shhh," he scolded her. "You need to keep it down. Don't you dare wake up those kids."

Tifa whimpered a pathetic sound and buried her face in the pillow, and Cloud felt instantly triumphant, especially when a stream began to leak down Tifa's thigh, staining his sweats.

Enthused, Cloud started to spank her in earnest, just the way she liked, brushing her river of onyx hair away from her shoulders so that he could watch the muscles in her back twitch with every slap. She writhed on the bed and moaned into the pillow, twisting her hips between his knees. Cloud groaned low in his throat and kept up his pace, only stopping in between every few smacks to rub lovingly on the reddening flesh of her ass as he went.

If you would have asked him three months ago, Cloud would have told you he would never have seen himself treating Tifa Lockhart, the girl he'd loved for almost his entire life, this way. But now, looking back, he'd come to realize that this has always been a part of their dynamic. No - Cloud had certainly never spanked Tifa before that snowy night in front of the bar's fireplace - but there had always been this understanding between them that when it came to certain things. Cloud always took the lead and Tifa never questioned him.

That was why back in Sector Seven - as early as their very first fight together - Tifa had fallen sidestep to him in battle and followed his every command. That was why she never protested when he grabbed her and pulled her out of the way of danger, why she didn't even hesitate when he pulled her into his arms and leaped with her out of a moving train. That was why she always listened to his battle strategies and the way he would chart his maps, even when the others wanted to argue.

And it was why Cloud never second-guessed himself when it came to Tifa. He never questioned whether or not he should grab Tifa and pull her out of harm's way, whether he should make her his second in command or if he should shield her body with his own. And it was why he always got so angry when she put herself in danger or when she worked herself to the bone - so angry that there had been times even way back then that he wanted to put her over his knee.

It had been a fleeting, ridiculous thought back then, but now here they were, living out the rawest elements of their relationship in their bedroom fantasies. And while he had been reluctant and unsure at first to engage in this sort of thing with her, by now he had fully embraced this role.

Tifa was whining and leaking all over him when Cloud broke himself free of his thoughts, winding her hips in slow circles and trying desperately to put pressure on her clit against his cock. Cloud spanked her a few more times and then stopped, rubbing the soreness away and admiring the rosy pink color her bottom had taken on.

"Cloud, love, please," she begged against her pillow.

"Shhh," Cloud warned her again, still soothing her skin. Feeling his heart swell at the yearning sound she made then, Cloud rewarded her by lowering two fingers between her thighs, dipping into her heated wetness. She was scalding, dripping and clenching desperately, lifting her hips. Cloud made a few quick passes at her clit, lulling her desperation until she was moaning his name softly.

"Not yet, baby," he groused, pulling his hand away. "Give me the bag, would you? Then lay up here, on your back."

Tifa puffed out a frustrated sound, but she did as he said and got to her knees, reaching for the black bag he left at the foot of the bed. She handed it to him, and Cloud could see how flushed Tifa was from the spanking, her eyes wet at the corners. Before she moved to lay down, Cloud took her by the shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

"Hey," he said softly. "You okay?"

Tifa simply nodded. "Mhm," she mumbled.

Cloud leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, giving her a sweet, heated kiss. He realized then that it was the first time he'd kissed her all night, and he felt like an ass. He'd been so excited and carried away that he'd forgotten to take care of the little things.

"I'm sorry, baby," he apologized into her lips, and Tifa ate up his kisses like candy. "I love you. Do you trust me?"

"Of course," she agreed, nipping at his lip.

Gods, it was so hot when she did that. Cloud resisted the urge to throw her down and fuck her mindless right there. Instead, he rubbed her bottom again, then squeezed her waist, taking a moment to help her slip out of his sweater.

"Okay," he rejoined, bringing his lips to her cheek, and then her jaw. Soon, he was lavishing her with kisses, making up for his earlier haste leaving Tifa giggling. "I want to try something new. Just lay back and relax, okay?"

Tifa nodded and kissed him again before she turned and lay in the center of the bed, her head among the pile of their pillows. Cloud brushed her hair to one side, admiring her face and her beautiful body, her nipples hard and pert, her tummy rolling and clenching in anticipation, her knees slightly parted.

Fuck, why did he get so lucky?

It was hard to pull away from the affectionate look in her eyes, but Cloud finally managed, reaching for the black bag. Inside was a small wax kit that he picked up from the sex shop in Junon. He pulled it out, a small ceramic disc with a stick of burgundy wax. He opened it and set a flame to it with a match, setting it on the bedside table while the wax began to heat up.

Tifa lifted her head from the pillow. "What is that?" She asked.

Cloud smirked, dropping a hand to her waist, letting his fingers dance over the skin there. They trailed up and up, meeting the soft flesh of the underside of one breast. He gave it a gentle squeeze, making Tifa squirm with pleasure, and when he pinched her nipple, she keened.

"Hot wax," he finally answered after toying with her tit for a bit, her legs parting even further, desperate for relief. "It's made for skin, though, so it can't burn you. It will just give you little… stinging sensations. I promise, you'll be safe."

Tifa swooned, closing her eyes and biting into her lip. Cloud will be eternally grateful to his fourteen-year-old self for making that goddamn promise on that water tower all those years ago.

Tifa arched her back, lifting her hips in a desperate way. Her thighs were parted and Cloud could see the wetness that slid between her folds, her clit engorged and twitching.

Carefully, he brushed his thumb over the swollen nub, and Tifa moaned with abandon. Cloud offered her a smirk and then bent down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it gently and alternating between them both until the wax was ready.

When he sat back, Tifa was writhing wildly under him again, cooing and biting into her lip. Cloud brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it from her teeth, his nerves blown open by how swollen her mouth was from their kissing and her own assault.

"Close your eyes," he instructed. "And keep them closed. Don't make me get the blindfold."

Tifa nodded obediently, and Cloud could see that she was eager, desperate even, for release. Soon , he thought quietly to himself. Just a little more build-up was all she needed.

Tifa closed her eyes, and Cloud reached over for the warmer, lifting the candle from the tray. He held it by the base, the open flame flicking as he moved. Carefully, Cloud tipped it and let a droplet of the dark liquid drop to Tifa's skin, right above her right breast.

"Oh," Tifa moaned, craning her neck to one side, her breasts wobbling magnificently.

"That okay?" Cloud asked softly, not daring to proceed unless he heard her assent.

"Yes," Tifa breathed, almost dreamily. "That felt… um… good."

Cloud's quickening heart rate began to steady, and he nodded, one hand rubbing gently at Tifa's side and her hip to comfort her. And then he tipped the candle again, letting the wax drip with slow drops onto her skin, tracing warm patterns over her breasts, her nipples, her tummy, and her thighs.

The entire time, Tifa sighed and moaned and gasped, her body responding to every droplet with tiny shakes or arches or twists. Cloud watched her like a hawk, taking in her movements and her reactions, divining in the pleasure that she felt. It wasn't enough to drive her where she wanted to go, but it kept her hovering over a precarious edge. She opened her eyes a few times, and every time Cloud scolded and threatened her. And he stopped every so often to kiss her, Tifa smiling into his lips.

As the wax on her front quickly dried, Cloud turned Tifa over onto her belly and gave her back and her ass and the backs of her thighs the same treatment, slow, agonizing drop by drop of the wax on her skin. Tifa moaned the entire time, and as the minutes ticked away with his slow torture, Cloud didn't even realize that he'd lost track of time.

"Cloud, please," Tifa suddenly begged, lifting her head from the pillow. "I can't take this anymore."

Cloud looked down, realizing that Tifa had leaked all over over the sheets, and she was grinding into the bed, trying again to gather some friction on her clit. Cloud snapped himself out of the trance he'd fallen into, blowing out the candle and setting it back on the warmer before he turned his attention to Tifa.

She was looking back at him again, and everything about her was stunning, a flushed and kiss-swollen goddess, hair like oil and eyes like rubies, looking up at him and silently begging for him to release her from the prison he had trapped her in. Cloud offered her an understanding smile, then laid at her side, on his elbow so that he could look right into her eyes while she turned her head to him on her pillow.

"You're such a good girl, Tifa," Cloud praised her, his heart racing just at the sight of her beauty, so wanton and desperate and feverish, pupils blown open just for him. "And so beautiful."

Once again, Cloud wondered what god had ever thought he'd deserved this.

Tifa moaned, leaning up to demand a kiss from him. Cloud indulged her, his hand snaking over her bottom and between her thighs. Two fingers found her clit, hard and swollen, and as soon as he passed over it, Tifa let out a tiny little cry of relief.

"I love you," he told her again as he started to rub slow circles over her most sensitive spot.

Cloud watched her face the entire time that his hand slid between her folds, the pads of his fingers twisting against her clit. She spread her thighs even further, desperate for him to have better access. When her moans began to grow loud and wild, Cloud started to tap at her clit, building a slow rhythm that brought her close, only to stop and then rub his fingers in back and forth strokes.

He kept up this pattern until Tifa's entire body was tight and coiled, and finally, he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed it ever so gently, just enough until she broke. She came with a vivid cry, clamping her legs shut on his hand. Cloud just let it sit there, entrenched in her fluids, leaning over to kiss her mouth and her face as she waded her way through a messy orgasm.

Cloud laid at her side and whispered in her ears, comforting her as she climbed through it and then drifted back down. His mind was dizzy from watching her display, but it was hard to ignore his own burning need at this point. His cock was throbbing with want and he had leaked clean through his sweats. He needed to fuck her and in a hurry.

But Tifa was covered in wax and a mess of her own fluids, and she was still recovering from that first orgasm. Hearing her breathing finally begin to even out, Cloud finally pulled his hand from her things and then nudged Tifa's nose with his, catching her attention so that she opened her eyes.

"Mmm, Cloud," she murmured in contentment.

"Not done," was all Cloud managed in response. He was so desperate himself at this point that he could barely form full sentences. "Come on, Teef. Let's get you cleaned up."

Tifa mumbled a reply, but Cloud pushed up to his knees and gathered her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively, and carrying her stark naked through the house, Cloud prayed to every god in existence that none of the kids had chosen this moment to get up to pee or get a drink of water as he carried her to the bathroom.

Mercifully, he made it there safely, and he set Tifa to her feet, smiling at the sleepy, sated look on her face when she stared up at him. He turned on the shower to a comfortably hot temperature, then pulled her in, and as soon as they were under the spray, they were both all over each other. It was his second shower in less than two hours but that didn't matter to Cloud, he would take fifty showers a day if he could take them all with Tifa Lockhart.

Cloud kissed Tifa mindlessly while she stroked his cock with her fist, and it was so distracting that he almost couldn't focus on his original task, which was to get her clean. He grabbed her soap, and not even bothering with her loofah, cleaned her skin with his bare hands, the suds lining her skin. Tifa moaned under his touch, and when she squeezed his cock and lifted her leg around his waist, Cloud had had enough.

He pushed her away and turned her to the tile, pulling her ass towards his hips. Without hesitation, Tifa spread her legs for him, bending at the waist. His dick hard enough to cut diamonds, he took it in hand and lined up with her entrance, sliding through her wet, slippery folds and holding her hip as she pushed back on him.

They both moaned in unison with the clarity of a choir when he fell inside of her, and he was almost certain he heard Tifa sob. She was so tight, so warm and wet, Cloud couldn't believe he had gone three days without this feeling. A part of him was making the decision to quit his job so he could just stay home and fuck her all day long.

Who needed to pay bills?

Rational thought was gone. All there was Tifa, her sopping, hot, excruciatingly tight pussy gripping him, her walls clamping down and trembling on the steel of his length. Cloud gathered her hair up in his fist, pulling her head back as he stared down at where their bodies were joined. He moved back and forth, drawing all the way out to the tip before slamming back in, hitting the spongy spot inside of her that had her wailing. He went on and on, twisting his hips and thrusting and grinding, the only sound the slaps of their bodies and their moans and shouts, muffled by the hard cascade of the water overhead.

"Gods, fuck, Tifa, I'm about to come -"

"Please, Cloud! Pleasseee, Clouuudd -Ohhh…"

Cloud prolonged things for as long as he could, and he was eternally grateful when her walls convulsed on him, clenching and seizing. She cried out his name in a long wail, slamming her palm against the tile as she came. Cloud let go then, and he couldn't stop the desperate way he moaned her name as he emptied into her, pumping all of the desire he'd had backed up inside of him for three days into her narrow passage as far as it would go.

Both their knees became jelly, but Cloud used the reserves of his strength to support them both, holding her by the waist and leaning against her. They laid under the hot spray for a long moment, gathering their bearings and catching their breaths. Eventually, Cloud pulled away, helping Tifa as they stepped out of the shower, drying each other off and wrapping their towels around themselves before they snuck back to their room.

Once there, they quietly changed into clean underwear, Tifa slipping into another one of Cloud's shirts, only this time an old faded t-shirt he sometimes wore while working on Fenrir. Cloud smirked at her across the room, watching as she pulled it over her head before she slipped into bed.

Cloud crawled in beside her, first unhooking the howling moon chain from her throat before tossing it on the bedside table. Then, he gathered her into his arms, Tifa snuggling right up into his chest and pressing soft kisses to his throat.

Cloud's heart was swelling, every nerve ending in his body alight with affection and satisfaction. He cradled Tifa closer, relishing her scent and her softness. He would never, ever get enough of her, and he squeezed her tighter as if to let her know that.

"You okay, Tifa?" he asked her softly, carding his fingers through her still slightly damp hair.

"Mmmm, Cloud," she murmured. "So good, baby. You're so good."

Cloud felt his cheeks grow bright at that. As much as he loved to praise Tifa, he had to admit that he would never get enough of her praising him, too.

"You're good," he told her in response as if to save face.

"Is that right?" Tifa laughed, poking his rib.

He laughed in agreement, kissing her nose. But he wasn't prepared for the way that Tifa pushed him suddenly to his back, crawling over him under the sheets.

"Tifa -"

"You know," Tifa whispered, her face less than an inch from his, their lips so close he could almost taste her. "You know why I love you being in control, Cloud?"

Cloud could only imagine, his throat growing dry at the prospect alone. "W-why, Tifa?" he croaked.

He could feel Tifa's smirk in the darkness. "I've always loved and admired you, Cloud," she began. "But I also looked up to you, and being under your power and authority turns me on so much It - it makes me feel powerful and alive. Even if it's just something as simple as you keeping me safe when we jump from a train."

"You remember that?" Cloud rumbled, feeling Tifa's soft, wet, pussy grind over his stomach. Godfuckingdamnit - she'd "forgotten" to put on panties again.

"Of course, I remember," she puffed. "I also remember that I was on top of you that time."

"Y-yeah," Cloud agreed, his erection killing him now.

Tifa glanced down at his chest. "Your turn," she breathed.

And Cloud watched, stupefied, as Tifa slipped under the covers, her mouth all over him.

That's right , Cloud thought, closing his eyes and biting into his own lip for a change. She's only mine.