Lollipop, Lollipop

Cloud wished Tifa would stop doing this.

He really, really wished she would stop doing this.

They're not even supposed to be here. They had an enemy who was hellbent on destroying the world to pursue, and Shinra was still a really big fucking problem. In fact, when they'd first arrived in this tourist trap, they'd run into none other than the vile and iniquitous Professor Hojo, right on this very beach. But despite their bigger priorities, Cloud managed to let his party convince him to give them at least one overnight stay in the sunny seaside village of Costa Del Sol.

It was all Tifa's fucking fault. One look from those doeish burnt sienna eyes and Cloud was instantly defenseless, ready to break down and give her anything she wanted.

It had been that way since they'd reunited, and he was powerless to ignore the hidden attachment he had to her, the way that no matter who or what was around him, she was always the center of his universe and the one whose gravitational pull dragged him in.

It didn't help matters that the girl he'd grown to know and love so innocently but so passionately all those years ago had grown into such a fox. She was easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, easily the sexiest. She was hot. Everything about her was hot. That beautiful, shapely body of perfect and full curves, those sculpted legs that went on forever, those toned arms that held so much power. That lush dark hair and that perfect, pretty, doe-eyed face.

Those tits. That ass.

But it was her mouth that drove Cloud crazy. He couldn't stop staring at her mouth. It was perfect; pouty and full, heart-shaped and blood-kissed. He couldn't stop thinking about those lips pressed against his, about kissing them and licking them softly with his tongue, about nipping them gently with his teeth.

About having them pressed all over his body.

Which was why this was getting ridiculous. He really wished Tifa would stop doing this.

It started that morning after they arrived in the tourist trap, their stomachs rumbling from hunger after the long journey across the Western Sea as stowaways from Junon. Their group found a quiet but cheap beachside taqueria, ordering breakfast that they carried outside to eat in little cabanas along the sand while they planned their next move.

Cloud sat across from Tifa, quickly claiming the only available seat before Aerith or Yuffie could. It was childish, he knew, but he wanted to be close to her.

It was a mistake.

While Cloud ordered a heavy dish of huevos rancheros for breakfast, Tifa opted for a light and healthy dish of poached eggs with fresh fruits. Tifa ate to fuel her body, she had told Cloud once before. He noticed how she sustained herself on carefully chosen proteins and fruits and veggies and whole grains, though she didn't mind indulging herself in some of her favorite guilty pleasures from time to time.

But right now, the problem was the fucking banana.

Tifa smiled at Cloud when he sat down, and he was glad to see that she was welcoming his company. They ate together in companionable silence, the ocean's lapping at the shore and Barret and Yuffie's boisterous shouts nearby their only background noise. But Cloud filtered all of that out, content to sit across from Tifa and drown in her smiles and the faint blush that smattered her cheeks while he scarfed his breakfast down.

Until she picked up the fucking banana.

Cloud wasn't expecting it to twist up his insides the way that it did. He'd never seen anyone eat a banana like that before. She peeled each sliver of skin away with agonizing slowness, whittling it down so that the soft, pale yellow flesh of the fruit inside was exposed. She glanced at him, offering him another (completely unnecessary) smile before she lowered her lips to the tip of the fruit.

Cloud shifted in his seat, dropping his fork.

Why did she wrap her lips around it like that? Those lips were so full, and he could catch the slightest hint of her straight, small white teeth poking from beneath when she bit into the banana. Cloud chewed the eggs he was eating, swallowing hard and reaching for his orange juice before he could choke.

Tifa was smiling again. "How's your breakfast?" she asked, the first time either of them had spoken since they'd sat down to eat.

Cloud blinked, trying to assemble a coherent response. How's your breakfast, you idiot? He berated himself when he felt his throat closing up. Tifa was biting into the banana again, another chunk of it disappearing behind her teeth. A little bit of it lingered on the corner of her mouth, and she darted her tongue out to lick it away.

Fuck , Cloud thought, his dick instantly hard and pressing against the stifling fabric of his pants.

"I," he stammered, looking quickly away from her face to his now half-eaten plate. He suddenly had no appetite for eggs; he was hungry for something far different. "It-it's fine. How's yours?"

Praise be to Odin, Tifa put the rest of the banana down for now and reached for her lemon water, taking a slow sip.

But now, Cloud couldn't stop staring at her throat, watching it bob with every gulp.

"Light but filling," she responded, smiling at him again.

Cloud managed a nervous simper in return but quickly looked away, picking up his fork again and pretending that his meal was the most interesting thing on the face of the earth. Anything to keep him from staring at Tifa's pretty face, from getting lost in those carmine eyes, from watching that sexy mouth move with every bite that she took.

He wasn't sure when he'd become so helplessly pathetic that his brain would simply stop functioning just because she smiled at him, but here he was.

When he looked back up, she was popping the last of that banana into her mouth.

Stopping in Costa Del Sol was a bad idea.

It got worse later that afternoon when they visited the beach.

Waaaayyyy worse.

Cloud wasn't a big fan of the beach and he was even less a fan of the intense summer heat. And it was hot here in Costa Del Sol, a dry but tropical heat that only improved slightly the closer you got to the water. The sun beat down on them like one of Shinra's lasers, bright and unobstructed by a single cloud in the sky. Tifa had at least had the common sense to demand they all put on sunscreen before they ventured out onto the sand, otherwise, they all would have burned.

Cloud may have been their leader, but without Tifa, they truly were directionless.

He had been stewing on that thought, sitting under the shade of a beach parasol that had taken him twenty minutes to set up when he saw Tifa and Aerith approaching in his direction. Barret was sunbathing somewhere nearby while Yuffie was already swimming; Red XIII had quickly made himself scarce, finding shade from the sun.

Both girls had changed out of their usual outfits into beachwear. When the others had decided to go shopping for swimming gear, Cloud had waved them off and waited outside. He was still annoyed with the fact that they were wasting a full day of travel here in the first place, and so he admittedly was being a bit petulant and refusing to get in on any of the fun. He figured that as long as he kept up the stern and onerous leader facade during this convalescence of theirs, they'd recognize his sense of urgency and cut this visit short.

But he hadn't been prepared for the sight of Tifa in a bikini.

As soon as she walked up to him, Aerith veering off towards the water, Cloud felt dirty for the turn that his mind took. Tifa was stunning in cotton and leather, and that short skirt and tight-fitting crop top gave him more than enough insight into the feminine divinity of her form. Those skintight compression stockings that left just a kissably wide swath of skin exposed only sweetened the package.

But it was nothing like seeing her body on display like this, almost totally bare and shimmering under the bright Costan sun, the oil she'd spread into her skin absorbing every ray. She wore a deep, violet-blue bikini set, the bottom high-cut and barely covering the round curve of her ass. Her full, perky tits were supported by a haltered top that left the perfect amount of tantalizing sideboob on display, her cleavage a sharp dip and curve that had Cloud imagining rubbing his face right in its center. He eyed the straps that held it all in place, and he couldn't help but envision what it might be like to just pull that little bow undone with one quick snap of his wrist.

But none of this was driving him as crazy as her mouth. Again.

While Aerith disappeared, Tifa came up to him, ducking under the parasol and taking a seat on the towel beside him. She was licking something - icy and dripping, leaving red stains all over her tongue, liquid running down the corner of her lips.

A popsicle.

Tifa was sucking on a fucking popsicle.

He really wished she would stop doing this.

Cloud felt the instant strain in his pants again, and all he could think about was her mouth on his cock in the same way. What an awful thing to think about your childhood friend , he internally screamed. Your best friend. They should throw you under the jail.

Catching him staring, Tifa blinked at him. "Oh, I'm sorry," she suddenly apologized. "I should have brought back one for you. Aerith and I stopped at a stand on the way back from the beach house, and I didn't even think-"

Cloud felt unnaturally panicked for some stupid reason. "N-no," he interrupted, shaking his head. Why was he always stuttering around her? She licked her lips again, sliding the popsicle in a ridiculous, up-and-down motion across her tongue. "I don't like sweets."

Tifa pulled the popsicle from her mouth with a small pop, and Cloud could see how almost half of it had already been pared down. She was sucking the life out of that thing.

Stop thinking like this.

She let out an airy laugh, leaning slightly in his direction. He could smell the sunscreen and oil in her skin, a heady blend of aloe and zinc. He swallowed painfully, unable to move even when she got close. No, he could never move when she was close to him, if anything he would kill to get closer to her.

"I don't remember that to be the case," she chided lightheartedly, turning the popsicle over and admiring it before giving it another slow lick. "I seem to remember your mom scolding you for getting into her meringue pie before it cooled off."

Cloud's cheeks were instantly scalding, and he turned away from her, biting down hard on the inside of his lip. Now, not only was he combatting a raging hard-on that he was trying desperately to conceal from her, but she was setting him on fire bringing up such tender memories from their past, memories he was still trying to gather like scattered petals in the wind. The combination had him eyeing the ocean, wishing he could dive right in and disappear.

"Maybe," he quipped back as cooly as he possibly could, leaning back on his hands in an effort to appear unbothered.

Tifa giggled, a light but throaty sound that sent sparks flying through his core. He turned back to her, finding her sucking the popsicle again, her tongue working away the last of it until nothing was left but the wooden stick.

And she held his eyes the entire time, Cloud frozen until she was suddenly pushing up to her feet and brushing excess sand from her thighs.

"I'm going for a dip with Aerith," she informed him coyly. "I'll bring you a popsicle on my way back."

And then she turned away, heading towards the shoreline without waiting for a response.

He stared at her ass the entire time she went.

Cloud reached his breaking point with Tifa that night.

After the popsicle incident on the beach, he'd sequestered himself from the rest of the party for the remainder of the afternoon. He'd even avoided taking dinner with the group that evening, not really hungry, his mako-enhanced body still well equipped to function on the fuel he'd loaded into his system that morning. The intoxicating effect that Tifa had on him on an ordinary day was bad enough, but for whatever reason, in this tropical environment, she was making him downright delirious.

So he put some space between them for the rest of the day and let her and the others enjoy themselves while he brooded in his room, thinking over their battle strategy for the next morning.

Unfortunately, this had been a terrible idea.

The truth was, for Cloud, the longer he was away from Tifa, the worse the ache inside of him grew and the deeper thoughts of her rooted themselves in his brain. He tried to distract himself by going over maps of the next leg of their journey or by doing squats and push-ups in his room, but every time his mind wandered, it landed right back in the gossamer threads of her beauty and her kindness.

His memories were still broken and fuzzy, but Tifa was the singular thread that kept all of them together and kept them all from scattering beyond his reach. He couldn't remember all of the particulars of their history together, but the keystone of it was the promise they'd shared that night on the water tower. Ever since that memory had returned to him, he'd been like a man possessed, unable to disconnect the image of her cherubic face and those opalescent stars from the woman he'd run into in a train station in the rain.

Which was why his constant, impure thoughts about her felt so damning but were impossible to ignore.

Cloud sat up on the edge of his bed, running a hand down his face as he thought again about the time he and Tifa had spent together since they'd reunited in Midgar. He was suddenly missing her terribly. It didn't matter how distracting her beauty was or how badly he wanted to fuck her; more important than anything was how badly he wanted to spend time with her.

And now, as his head began to pound, he realized how she was the only one who kept him from teetering over an edge he didn't even know he was on the precipice of.

Sighing in frustration, Cloud got up and grabbed his sword, strapping it to his back before he left his room. The others had decided on visiting a nearby tiki bar to enjoy Costa's outdoor nightlife, while Cloud had opted to stay behind. It was still early enough that they would likely still be out, and it wouldn't kill him to sit down and have a drink with the others.

He made his way through Costa's dirt roads at a light pace, eyeing the way the tropical village teemed with life in spite of the late hour. Music blared from windows of nearby apartment complexes and clubs, while people walked in groups in the streets, ambling drunkenly from one destination to the next. Cloud watched couples pass him by hand in hand, feeling a slight pang in his chest.

He found the tiki bar only a couple of blocks from their inn, an outdoor watering hole with tables and chairs lined up towards the sand. There was a thick crowd around the bar, and Cloud was certain he could see Barret's hulking form throwing back a mug of beer there. Aerith and Yuffie were not far away, dancing in the nearby street with another group of local women.

But Tifa, he quickly realized, was sitting by herself.

She was sitting alone at one of the benches near the beach, just beyond the throng that hovered around the bar or danced out front. She was wearing a short, black, jersey knit dress, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, her bangs framing her face. He spotted her from a distance, and he found himself standing there, staring, until Tifa suddenly looked up, her eyes catching his as if she had felt him watching her.

She smiled at first sight, and the way that her crimson eyes lit up under the moonlight was enough to have him moving in her direction.

"Hey," she greeted him when he sat down on the bench beside her.

She was holding a drink in hand, bright pink liquid in a glass flute with a tiny silver straw in it. The glass was only partially drained, still bubbling and swirling with liquor and mixers.

"Hey," he greeted back nervously, feeling like a fourteen-year-old boy again. He was sitting so close to her that he could catch the mix of saltwater and vanilla on her skin, and it was strangely debilitating. And up close, he could see the way that her thin dress clung to her body, the neckline draping precariously low and giving him, once again, an appreciated view of her gorgeous tits.

Stop it. Stop it right fucking now.

"I missed you this afternoon," Tifa commented, looking down into her drink and swirling the straw inside of it. "You really should have come to the boardwalk with us, Cloud. I think you would have had fun."

Cloud just grunted, shrugging his shoulders. He wasn't really sure what to say. Should he tell her that he holed himself up in his room like a brat because he was sinking deeper into his feelings for her? Because she was so fucking hot his insides melted every time that he looked at her? That her pretty little mouth was sending him straight to the pit of Hades, his mind constantly embroiled in images of it wrapped around his dick?

What the fuck.

As if she knew how depraved his thoughts were, Tifa took a sip from her drink, but not from the straw. Instead, she pulled the straw out after she swallowed, and Cloud blinked as she held it up, a small, shiny pink bauble on the opposite end.

And then she slid it into her mouth.

"It's a spiked lollipop," Tifa explained around the candy in her mouth, her words skewed slightly. "Garnish for the drink, which is really good."

Cloud's throat dried up, and he swallowed desperately to lubricate it, watching the lollipop bump against and poke out her cheek, much like a chipmunk with a full gullet. She glanced at his empty hands, then offered her drink to him.

"Want some?" she trilled. "You can have it, while I have this."

To emphasize, she darted her tongue out, lapping it along the side of the lollipop and sending stagnating pain to Cloud's groin.

"T-thanks."

He was stuttering again. He accepted the drink from her for no other reason than to have something to keep him from choking on his own saliva. Besides, Tifa was always so sweet, always looking out for him. Even in a moment as simple as this, she didn't want him to feel left out.

Cloud carefully took a sip of Tifa's fruity pink cocktail, his cheeks warming from the strength of it but also from the fact he was spending time alone with his favorite person in the world.

And he tried tactfully to cover the small tent in his pants by leaning forward over his knees.

Tifa turned in his direction, and the movement made her dress slide up along her thigh, exposing a wide patch of pale, succulent skin. Her hair painted a long, dark rope down her back, and when she tipped her head in his direction, her earring caught a sparkle in the starlight above. It drew Cloud's attention back to her face, which was an absolute disaster for him because she was sucking that goddamn lollipop again and she was sucking it on purpose.

She smiled around the sweet, her lips curving upward while it slid back and forth over her tongue. The inside of her mouth and her lips were now completely bright pink, sticky liquid caught at the corners of her mouth. Crimson eyes glittered mischievously at him when they met eyes, and it was at that precise moment that Cloud knew Tifa had been fucking with him this whole time.

Goddamnit.

"Tifa," he breathed, though unfortunately, it came out sounding more like a growl.

"What?" she asked innocently.

Cloud could feel the temperature of his blood heat, its pressure beginning to rise. He loved Tifa. Loved her more than anyone or anything, including his own Shiva-forsaken life. But he also wanted Tifa. He wanted her so, so, badly, and the more that he watched her with her lips and tongue twirling around that piece of candy, the more he wanted to fuck her mouth.

You can't think like that, pervert!

"You want to get out of here?"

Cloud hadn't expected Tifa to pull that lollipop from her mouth at his hastily blurted offer.

He hadn't expected her to widen her smile, her tongue making a final pass over her bottom lip as she nodded.

He certainly hadn't expected her to lean in close, her hand sliding over his thigh and dangerously close to the twitching throb in his crotch, her breath skirting the shell of his ear as she whispered yes.

But all of that had happened, and somehow, Cloud had Tifa's hand in his as he led her to the first secluded spot they could find, a narrow, dark alleyway between two pueblo-styled apartments. And now, his arms were wrapped around her and she was clawing at his shoulders, their lips melded together as they kissed and kissed and kissed.

Cloud couldn't be sure how it really had happened. It wasn't like either of them had had much to drink, so they couldn't blame the alcohol. It was nothing but an eruption of feelings that had been brewing for days, the tension torn asunder by Tifa's coquettish impulses with that fucking mouth of hers.

He really wished she had stopped doing that.

But it was too late to turn back now and ohmygod kissing Tifa felt so good. Cloud had never kissed anyone and he'd wanted to kiss Tifa for as long as he knew what kissing was. And now her lips were plastered to his, soft and hot, wet at the seam and far more demanding than he would have expected from Tifa, who was so demure and shy.

But fuck if it wasn't hot.

Cloud heard himself moan, Tifa's teeth trapping his bottom lip before she swiped her tongue over it to soothe it. It was quite embarrassing how he was already falling apart from his first encounter with her like this. He was supposed to be the cool one, reducing her to liquid, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while he unraveled her with his fingers or his mouth or Minerva willing, his cock. But the opposite was happening.

"Cloud," Tifa whispered in response to his pathetic noise. "How long have you wanted this?"

"Forever," he confessed like an imbecile. Why was he running his mouth? The response was the right one, though, because Tifa kissed him harder, pressing her entire body against his. She was so soft, pillowy tits and luscious curves begging to be grabbed and squeezed. He kept his hands sliding up and down her back, summoning every iota of self-control he had left to remain at least semi-respectful.

Fortunately for them both, Tifa had no such self-control. Her hand slid down his chest, fingernails scraping across the soft knit of his sweater and past his belts. Her warm palm settled over his erection, and he couldn't stop the way that he twitched and leaked in his pants.

"You've been suffering all day," she whispered, almost in chastisement, her lips now leaving his and trailing over his jaw.

Fuck, how did she know that?

Cloud couldn't get out a coherent response because Tifa was lowering her entire body, dipping to trail her kisses down his throat until she couldn't get any further with his turtleneck in the way. She looked up at him with another sweet, doe-eyed pout before she crouched to her knees in front of him, her slender fingers working open his belts.

It took half a second for it to dawn on Cloud what exactly was happening. His breathing was already staggered and uneven, but feeling Tifa's hands on that part of his body and realizing what she was about to do had him on the verge of going into complete respiratory failure.

"Tifa," he breathed, dropping his hand to her shoulder. "What are you -"

He stopped because she reached into his shorts and wrapped her hand around his cock, pulling its thick length out until it stood at attention in front of her face. Cloud was instantly mortified at the sight of himself, strained and red and leaking precum in a steady, thick stream in front of her. His unabashed desire that had been simmering all day, and, quite honestly, for weeks, was now on full display for the girl of his dreams who he had grown up with.

Fuck.

"It's okay," she purred softly as if to solace his inward and chaotic thoughts. "I've thought about this for a long time, too."

"Tifa," Cloud tried again, panting now as her lips drew near. "You don't have to -"

He stopped short when Tifa wrapped her lips around his tip, her tongue darting out over the split flesh there, lapping up the liquid he dripped. Cloud moaned, tightening his grip on her shoulder, desperately attempting to keep his balance so he didn't fall over the more that his knees weakened. Her eyes flitting up to meet his, Tifa gave him a gentle suck and then pulled away.

"I want to," she informed him tacitly before putting her mouth back on him again.

Cloud leaned back against the concrete wall behind him and gave in, one hand steady on Tifa's shoulder while the other found the side of her face, holding her gently while his gloved fingers tangled into the wisps of hair that hung by her cheek. He closed his eyes, groaning heavily as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft, one closed fist holding him tight around its base and giving him gentle but firm pumps every time she moved up and down. She dragged her lips all the way to his tip and lapped, and when his hips bucked erratically, she pushed him back into place and swallowed him whole again.

There was something uncoordinated and inexperienced in the way that Tifa moved, as if she were figuring it out as she went, learning what he liked by his reactions and sounds and adjusting accordingly. For whatever reason, this just made it all the hotter to Cloud. Just the thought of him being the first (and only, if he had anything to do with it) guy to have Tifa Lockhart's mouth on his cock was enough to make him come right here. He pushed the thought away, but even without it, the pressurized coil in his belly was burning so hot it was only going to be a matter of seconds and flicks of her tongue before he burst.

His toes curling in his boots, Cloud wrapped his hand around her ponytail and held her tight, fighting tooth and nail to avoid the compulsion to fuck her throat. No matter how horny and pent-up he was for her, he could never do Tifa that way. But Titan, fuck if he didn't want to.

Still, he controlled himself. A little bit, anyway.

It wasn't long before he felt himself tightening up from within, and he was actively trying to suppress his needy moans and gasps. Tifa looked him in the eyes again, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on him hard. Cloud whined and then broke, his cock jumping against the roof of her mouth before he began to empty, and when he tried to pull away, Tifa stopped him and locked her lips around him so he flooded her tongue.

And then she swallowed, those scarlet eyes still connected with his.

Cloud could only pant, watching through a haze of sweat and unspilled tears as he came down from wherever Tifa had sent him. He had forgotten that they were still outside, in semi-public, and he hoped to Holy Alexander no one had heard him. Talk about losing control.

Tifa carefully got to her feet, standing in front of him. Cloud realized at that moment that her dress was hiked up to her hips, her thin lace panties pushed to the side. He got a quick peek at her slick pink pussy, but she was fixing her clothing before he could even fully process what he'd just seen.

And two of her fingers were wet.

Too much was fucking happening.

"Tifa," He breathed heavily, still trying to reorient himself. "Were you touching yourself?"

She smiled wickedly at him, leaning in close so they were pressed together again. "Mhm," she hummed throatily. "Want to help me finish?"

Cloud had never been more turned on in his life, and he'd just gotten his dick sucked.

"Yes," he agreed, far too eagerly, this time earning a grin and then a kiss from her.

But he wasn't going to do it here, out in the open where anyone could walk in on them and see. Tifa deserved much, much better than that. So after fixing his pants, he took her hand and led her back to his room at the inn, double bolting the door before he spent the rest of the night with his face between her thighs, her clit trapped between his lips.

Cloud was really glad that Tifa had kept doing that.