The sand feels cold in between her toes.
What time is it? She doesn't know and she doesn't care.
All Tifa wants to do is to cry, cry and cry until the hole in her chest closes up again like it usually does when she has no more tears to squeeze out of her.
In the darkness, she can hardly see the waves rolling onto the sands but she can hear them loud and clear. She imagines herself floating in the water, getting dragged away by the waves to someplace else where her troubles are nothing but fragments of her illusion.
She's just staring blankly ahead of her, drifting in between the resentment and disappointment she holds for Cloud, the disgust she feels about herself, and her utter remorse.
There's no way out of this blend of fuckery.
At some point, she senses that she's no longer alone.
She turns around and sure enough, someone's standing just a few paces away from her.
Bright green eyes. Long wavy brown hair. A floral tattoo on the left thigh. The person she so desperately wants to melt under and forget, forget, forget.
But also the last person she wants to see.
What's she doing here?
How did she know where to find me?
Even if she's wondering, none of these questions actually matter. What matters is Aerith's here and she might just be the only person who's willing to listen to her.
"Cloud… he… he didn't return to our room last night. He was cheating on me. He was… he was fucking other women. How could he? I mean… how could he when he knew what kind of shit I'd been through? I know. I know I fucked up, okay? I started feeling something for you and I fucked. up. But he can't do this to me. He just can't. Why's he hurting me like this? I can't go through this again."
She's rambling and she doesn't even realize that she's admitting things to Aerith. Things that shouldn't have surfaced and said so clearly in words, especially now when all she's thinking about is her boyfriend.
The boyfriend who got hurt because he figured out those things.
But she's also fucking hurting, isn't she? Surely she's allowed to feel and speak about it?
She lets out a chuckle, a forced one. One that quickly slides into a series of uncontrollable sobs.
She hides her face behind her hands, and severely wants to gouge her face with her nails.
She can't… because another pair of gentle hands are grabbing hers soon, moving them away from her face. What she sees after is the concern radiating from Aerith's bright green eyes. She can tell from the puffiness underneath those eyes that Aerith's been crying too.
Her face is cradled in between Aerith's hands as the other woman gently says to her, "It's alright, Tifa. I'm here. I'm right here with you… You're going to be alright."
Aerith's words… they're like fucking magic. Just like that, the flesh around the hole in her chest is repairing itself. Just like that, her brain is rewired and she's able to forgive herself.
Just like that, Cloud's sucked into a vacuum in her mind.
All her love and care? Only Aerith has them now.
But she remembers the way the asshole's staring at her while his lips were all over Aerith's. For some reason, her fucked up brain's fusing the image with her memory of watching her mother walking out of their home.
She almost wants to cry again.
No one's going to take something or someone from her again. No one's going to take Aerith away, just like how her mother's taken away from her.
So she crashes her lips against Aerith's, giving the other woman an open-mouthed kiss that spells out her neediness. Their making out is so chaotic that the only noises filling the silence at the beach are the smacking of their lips, their heavy breathing and the sloshing of their wet tongues coiling around one another. She feels saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth to her chin but keeps the kiss going.
She just doesn't want to let go. Neither does Aerith.
When they pull away from each other… it's not without wanting more.
Aerith glides one hand down her stomach until it slips into her underwear. There's an intensity in the stare they give to one another when Aerith's fingers begin caressing the cleft between her legs.
Her breathing gets thicker with each passing minute as those fingers are circling her in an enticingly slow rhythm. Almost strategically, Aerith inserts both of her index and middle fingers into her pussy, and grins when she lets out a moan.
God. Who would have that Aerith is so fucking good with her fingers?
She's like a fingering connoisseur or something.
No one has fingered her like that, not even Cloud, the guy who's been with her the longest.
Aerith's fingers are moving inside her like the tips are chipped with some kind of device that knows where the right spots are to scratch and poke. It isn't long before she's already trembling from cumming so hard.
That made Aerith chuckle – probably proud that she made her cum with fingers alone.
Tifa doesn't want it to end yet, so she falls back onto the sand. With just a few tugs at the strings, her underwear's off and she goes on to spread her legs widely.
Aerith smiles, then leans down to start licking her.
"Fuck… Aerith… right there…"
The thought of people hearing her doesn't cross her mind as she moans relentlessly while Aerith's mouth and tongue tease her slit. Neither her labia nor her clit are free from Aerith's wet nibbling and sucking until she's reduced to another round of body-rocking climax.
She's seeing stars.
But Aerith isn't ready to take it easy.
In one swift move, Aerith's straddling her, pressing their hot and slick gashes together.
"First time?"
She knows why Aerith's asking. She's nervous and it shows on her face.
She nods, blushing with shame.
Aerith is the first woman she really wants.
This is all too new for her.
"Don't worry…" Aerith reassures her, smiling and rubbing a thumb around one of her knees.
Aerith starts moving, grinding their pussies against one another. She's doing it slowly at first, as if she's trying to make Tifa get used to it.
In a while, when she's no longer tense, Aerith's speeding up.
And fucking hell… nothing has prepared her for just how good all of this feels.
It's so good that she can hardly think about anything else but the heaven she feels around her pussy.
"Fuck, Aerith… fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Another wave of climax hits her, and she's now screaming her chest out.
But Aerith carries on, seeking for her own release.
Aerith finally cums, and she has to bite down her lip because… what a sight that is to see. All of her daydreaming about this woman can't measure up to the real thing.
Aerith falls onto her, and they just lay there against one another on the sand, trying to catch their breath.
As soon as Aerith rolls over next to her, she lets her lips linger over those beautiful prominent collarbones.
All the crying she did last night and a few minutes ago? It's meaningless now.
A/N: The initial writing plan was to make them fuck in a shack. But like... why would I make them do it in an old shack when fucking on cold sand, near the ocean waves, sounds and feels more romantic? Hypothetically speaking, that is.