Pleasure Under Falls
Written By: Sunlit Faerie
Chapter: 1 – Abuse at its Sweetest
Rating: R
Category: Final Fantasy VII
Disclaimer: Owned by Squaresoft.
Warning: Romance fluffin' crap – Tifa/? – Rating may increase – AU – Requested – Mature readers only.
Summary: At the age of eighteen, Cloud asks Tifa to meet him at their secret place before he leaves for Soldier. When he departs, somebody quickly takes his place, but then he comes back home for a visit . . .
Author's Notes: I'm just going to take out my other fic. Not Rose Red, the other one. It didn't turn out so well and I like to keep my number of fics at the minimum of 2 or 3 at the max. And Rose Red will be updated sometime this week. I hope. All of you who like Rose Red, keep praying.
As for this story . . . as a pre-warning . . . they're teenagers. Hormones and teenagers. You figure it out.
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The midnight sky sparkled in eternal brilliance, those shimmering diamonds teasing the dark cerulean ocean below. White foam kissed the shoreline before receding quickly. It was iridescent white on a black canvas, teasing it with light splashes of color.
Nibelheim stood not afar from the beach; the only light coming from the town was from a tiny lamppost at the entrance.
He waited at the edge of seashore for her with suspicious eyes. His friend was taking mighty long just to meet him. It was already ten after midnight.
"Girls," He sighed, shaking his head. A smirk tugged at his lips before he gazed at the far out horizon, the horizon he couldn't see for black had blanketed it in its arms.
"Cloud!" He turned around to the harsh whisper of his name, only to find her running up to him. She wore a strapped, white summer dress with white sandals to accompany her apparel.
She was late because she wanted to dress up for him.
He arched one eyebrow in amusement before crossing his arms over his chest and grinning.
How sweet.
Tifa approached him and stopped immediately as she saw Cloud ankle-length in salt water. She looked up at him questioningly and the daring look in his eyes had her kicking off her sandals and coming up right next to him. Her hand took his and her fingers intertwined with his own digits as she swung their arms together back and forth in a childish motion. He couldn't help but stare down at her and was taken aback at the inane grin on her face.
Almost like she was mocking him about something.
"So . . .?"
"Hm?" He didn't open his lips to speak, just hummed at her seemingly despondent question.
"Hey!" She released her hand from his and smacked him across the arm.
He smiled knowingly at her attempt to hit him. How girlishly . . . cute.
"You're the one who brought me here and I demand that you tell me why." She huffed, resting her hands on her hips.
He licked his lips consciously before taking a step away from her and idly eyeing her whole body. When his gaze finally met hers again, he saw the angry flare in her eyes, which seemed to make his blood boil in enticement.
This innocent conniving vixen of seventeen was exciting him in the most torturous way.
"Just wanted to tell you I'm leaving for Soldier again. They're recruiting men for the attack on Wutai." He shrugged nonchalantly.
Her arms dropped back to her sides as she stared at him in slight alarm. "So you're leaving again? Why?"
"I made first-class the last time so I'm required to go. Besides, I'm only leaving for a year."
"Do you know what could happen in a year, Cloud Strife?" She chastised him as she jabbed him with her pointing finger. He took a step back and braced himself. For a petite girl such as she, she was strong. "I might meet somebody I like and I have nobody to tell my secrets to and worse yet, what if I just keel over and die?"
He added to his mental state of mind that girls tend to go overboard with reasons. Keeping that in mind, a hearty laugh erupted from his lips.
"You're laughing at me?" She inquired with an incredulous glare. "I really mean it, Strife. You're my only friend here."
He was amused. "What about Johnny and his wimp of a posse? They're your friends aren't they?"
She stomped on the ground, causing some of the water to splash on both of them. "That's not fair!"
"Don't be such a whiner." He teased, his blue eyes glowing.
She turned away from him and let out a huff. "I'm never speaking to you again, Cloud Strife."
Cloud took a step towards her and wrapped his arms around her body, holding her close. She struggled for a moment but, knowing it was for naught, gave up.
"You annoy me sometimes." She grumbled.
"You know I don't." He whispered in her ear and in an instant, his tongue decided to tease the skin underneath it. Tifa suppressed the urge to shiver, not the least interested of giving him the satisfaction.
"Yes you do. And when the girls see you in Wutai, they won't be able to come near you because you'll just provoke them to death."
"You sure about that?" He said with a husky tone before going back to business. Tifa made a whining noise in her throat.
"And what about the guys you'll meet here when I'm gone?" He said between licks and playful nibbles.
"What about them? If anything, they're going to be less of a dick than you."
"Your banter is just going to get you in trouble." He growled with an evil smirk. His hand snaked up her dress and before long she let out a shriek as she felt a twinge of pain on her backside.
"Strife, you're such a pervert!" Her hand was about to come in contact with his face, but he managed to grab onto her small hand and grab her close to him.
"Physical abuse is bad, Lockheart." He whispered, as their faces were merely centimeters apart. His cobalt eyes dazzled. "Very bad."
Tifa instantly felt weak in the knees, her heart thumping loudly inside her chest, and her eyelids shutting.
Don't give him the satisfaction, she reminded herself. This is what he wants.
"You're right. Physical abuse isn't right." She snatched her hand away from his and walked back to pick up her sandals.
Cloud looked on as she slipped her feet into them and sauntered away, obviously entertained at her sense of childishness. He watched as she disappeared back into the village. Once out of sight, he pulled on his shoes and walked back to Nibelheim.
As soon as he reached the central part of town, his eyes wandered over to the Lockheart house and smiled inexplicably when he remembered no one was at home. His eyes glanced over at the Shin-Ra mansion and saw the lights on and people dancing through the open windows.
He averted his stare to the house and thankfully prayed to the heavens above that the Mrs. Lockheart had planted an oak tree that had grown unnaturally high, its branches sticking out towards Tifa's open windowsill.
Cloud couldn't help but laugh to himself at the thought of seeing Tifa's face when she caught him sneaking into her room. But that contemplation obliterated into pieces in his head when he made his way to her window.
She had dressed into her nightgown, seemingly made of red satin. Tifa walked to her dresser and back to her bed where she sat down and started removing blankets, getting ready to tuck herself in. She moved stuffed animals away from her pillow and down onto the floor gently.
He thought it silly. A girl her age was taking care of inanimate objects as if they were real animals.
Figuring now was the time, he entered the room in stealth, quiet as a cat, and walked softly to the edge of her bed. As soon as half of her right leg was buried under the blanket, he pounced on her as she emitted a loud screech to which he resolved by covering his hand over her mouth.
"Hey, it's just me." He whispered soothingly into her ear. Cloud felt her tension but she soon relaxed at the sound of his voice. "You okay now?"
She nodded. Cloud lifted his hand away from her mouth only to be greeted by a holler of curses.
"Cloud, you're such a bastard!" She kicked him off of her and scrambled out of her bed. With angry eyes and heavy breathing, she stared down at his sprawled figure on her bed. He propped himself up with his elbows and stared back with those lazy orbs of blue.
Goddamn those eyes.
"Now that's emotional abuse." He replied, smirking. He knew exactly what buttons to push.
"Everything's just related to abuse isn't it?" Tifa huffed indignantly.
"Sure is. But there's one I happen to like especially."
"Dare I ask?" She questioned tiredly.
"Curiosity killed the cat." He said.
"Which is exactly why I don't care what you like."
Cloud laughed at her. "You're not PMS'ing are you?"
"What!" She yelled.
"I have every right as a man to think so. You're going through that mood swing phase. Just a few minutes ago, you were happy to see me and now . . . well, just look at you."
"Semi-happy." Tifa sneered.
"See what I mean?" He didn't mean to make it sound like a question; more like a statement.
She sighed. "Cloud Strife, if you don't get out of my house in three seconds, I'll scream so loud that the whole village will hear me."
Tifa barely noticed the darken of his eyes before she started counting. "One, tw-
He reached out to grab her and pulled her down onto the bed with him. Caught between his arms, she struggled, but with his strength, he pinned his arms above her head with his hands as he held himself up by his knees. She was too fragile to be sat on.
And, with haste, his lips crashed down on hers. His tongue traced her lips and he couldn't help but taste the flavor of gingered peaches. That did not help calm his need so he kissed her more forcefully to which she kissed him back with equal force. Tifa tried to free her arms from his grasp, but it only caused him to hold them tighter.
She moaned against his lips and thrashed underneath him. His tongue found its way into her mouth and probed around. Finally, he pulled away but not before he could get a quick nibble of her bottom lip.
They each breathed heavily and stared at one another with evident lust in their eyes. Cloud's hand slowly meandered its way up her smooth thigh under her nightdress and came to rest upon her hips. His thumb stroked the skin there gently.
"This," He kissed her quickly and his lips made its way down her neck and onto her bare collarbone where he dropped more tender kisses like rain on silk, "is the kind of abuse I like."
The husky tone in his voice didn't help much to her increasing want. She managed to repress most of the need she was feeling, but he had taken the desire she felt to new heights when his callused hands rubbed her shoulders and slowly slipped off one of the straps to her dress.
Cloud inhaled the scent of vanilla she had lathered up on her creamy skin earlier and his craving was growing intense. Before kissing her again, he reached out to turn off her lamp.
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He groaned and rolled his head back on forth on his arms as he tried to rid the feeling of dizziness. Without a second though, he began to bang his head on the table. The pain was surging through his head. Hangovers. What a bitch.
"You shouldn't have drank too much." His friend, Rude, said in his ever-so-blasé tone of voice.
Leave it up to him to think of logic.
He scowled and looked at his friend with tired eyes. Strands of hair fell over his depths of aquamarine. He stood up on wobbly feet, slightly weak, as he strolled over to the door. He saluted the barmaid behind the counter and gave her a weak, yet striking grin. "Thanks, babe."
His friend shoved him out the door. But that was after he heard the reply of the barmaid.
"You're welcome! Come back any time, Zack!"
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End Chapter I