Final Fantasy 7 Copyright of Square soft.

This story contains sexual matters and even coarse language and violence will increase specially this last one. The story is mostly an ALTERNATIVE WORLD and is all ready in my mind but I'm trying to put it down the best way. I actually find it myself interesting, enjoy and R&R please!!

Pleasant Sounds

Chapter 4

When she woke up Cloud was gone.

It was still 9 am and she made her best to get up and take a nice warm bath. Her muscles ached…and she had some major headache.

("When did he leave anyway?") she questioned herself as she grabbed a towel and threw her clothes in the laundry. She opened the hot water and sat on the tub testing the right amount of heat she wanted. Her vision was still blurry and she was still sleepy.

She slid down the tub.

"Ahhh…" she lied there for quite a while with her eyes closed.

("I can't stand it anymore…to feel him disgusts me…") and with that thought of Cloud upon her she scrubbed herself hard as trying to remove his touch. Her rage grew stronger. After her bath she put on some comfortable clothes. Some exercise clothes and went to the gym for some practice. She'd have to take another shower later of course but at the moment she wanted to discharge all that tension on her. She ran and made some push-ups. When Tifa finished it was lunchtime and she ate in her room.

Still no sign of Cloud. She took a fast shower and went downstairs to ask any of the servants if they knew of Cloud's whereabouts.

"No ma'am. I'm afraid Mr. Strife hasn't told us anything"

Tifa was a bit eager to know where he had ended up to.

("Vincent! He and Cloud talked yesterday night!") she slapped her forehead as she dressed up more formally.

She grabbed her usual sheets and pencils and put them on a purse. She looked at herself on the mirror and went outside.

When she arrived at his door Tifa took a last look at her appearance immediately feeling fool for doing that. She knocked lightly and waited.

No response.

Tifa took a look at the smoking chimney and then went to the window…there was no sound.

("Why would he leave the heat on when…Oh darn") she thought angrily ("They left together I suppose") and she went back to the door trying to open it.

Surprisingly it was open and Tifa didn't think twice before entering.

"Oh well…I might as well rest a bit…it is under my propriety, ain't it?" she said out loud reassuring herself.

She took a look around. And let herself go on the big sofa…

"Umm…feels much better knowing you're alone!" and stretched.

"I'd say…"

Tifa startled.

"Y-you were here?!" she stood up immediately.

"I'm paying a rent for this place, so it's actually my property for the mean time"

Tifa smiled trying to look sweet.

"Well, I could evict you…you know…"

Vincent stared at her quietly.

"You'd really do that to me?" not actually believing it.

"Depends…What were you doing upstairs?"

"Maybe my business"

Tifa didn't like the sound of that. She looked away angry. The thought that he might actually have some company passed thorough her mind.

"I was sleeping, happy?"

She got her smile back quite quickly.

"Sorry then…"

Then she remembered.

"Where the hell is Cloud?"

"Hum…well, I know he went to meet this customer. Usual matters, you know…" he added with a certain disinterest.

"When is he coming back?"

"Why? You miss him already?" he grinned.

"Hah! That'll be the day. No! It's the fact of not knowing when he's showing up."

"Scared to have to face him?"

"So when is he coming back?" once more rather annoyed.

"He went quite far…if he comes back it'll be late. I really don't schedule Cloud's moves. Maybe he doesn't want you to know anyway…"

Tifa moved to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

"Why please make yourself at home…" joked Vincent.

"Thanks" she laughed "Want one?"

"No…I'd like to finish my nap…mind?"

"Go along?"

"Y-you're going to stay here?"

"You mind?"

"No, I guess not" he took a deep breath "I'll see ya later then"

"Sure…tata!"

Tifa watched TV and looked trough his small library. Nothing to do with theirs but none of his books were in hers anyway. Mostly books of electronics and science. Nothing that caught her interest. After not even an hour she was bored and went upstairs to sneak in his sleep. His door was not closed so she just pushed it a bit. He was sleeping with his head buried in his pillow and his feet came out of the sheets. The temptation of tickling him was strong but didn't feel it'd be too proper.

She sat on the chair near the bed and stood there for more than an hour. She was somehow happy to be there. Cloud…what was that man to her now that she was with Vincent? She didn't want to see him anymore. She wished to never have gotten married. Probably Vincent would've treated her better. He seemed quite nice, didn't he?

Tifa realized she was actually crying. However she didn't want to stop crying…she sob lightly and was standing up for some paper…when she felt a hand grasp hers.

Vincent was awake and was watching her seriously.

"Why are you doing this? To yourself, but mostly to me?"

"huh?"

"You keep bugging me expecting what? Do I have to keep dreaming of you or I can expect something from you?"

"Are you…"

"There is no need to say anything about it. You perfectly know what I mean…the question is if you want the same"

Tifa sobbed loud.

Vincent got up and grabbed some toilet paper.

"Here"

She blew her nose and cleaned her face. Her eyes nowhere to be found. Vincent thought she was making up her mind,

"It'd be wrong, right?"

"…I won't give you silly advises…you're a grow women. I simply want you!"

He pressed his face against her back.

"You want me?" he asked.

Tifa was going to cry again.

"Of course…yes…but…"

Vincent embraced her and his nose on her neck. She could feel his warm breath shivering her.

"Then stay…"