The director's room at the Cetra Gallery is a regular size area with just enough space to move around, and amenities necessary to do day-to-day administration work.

It's 9.30am on a certain Wednesday morning, and Aerith's sitting on top of the only desk in the room, with her legs spread apart and her blouse partially unbuttoned.

Her chest rises and falls as she huffs and puffs heftily.

Tifa's crouching on the floor, planting her face in between Aerith's slender thighs and gliding her tongue along the moist folds of the other woman's labia.

She keeps both of her hands busy – the left's teasing Aerith's nub with endless thumb flicks, while the right's wanking herself off.

"Oh fuck… that feels so fucking good, Tifa."

God. She'll never get tired of listening to Aerith whimpering about feeling good.

It makes her hungry for more.

She starts playing with Aerith's nipples – stroking the erect buds as puckishly as she possibly can.

Her only goal now is to drive Aerith crazier.

Within a few minutes, Aerith's already arching backwards with eyes rolling shut. She's smashing her hips against Tifa's mouth, pushing Tifa's tongue deeper into her.

Watching Aerith's desperation for release arouses her even more. She's digging her fingers into herself faster.

With just a few more tongue and finger strokes, they're soon plunged into strong bouts of pleasure – trembling and screaming into the void while fighting to stay sane.

The moment they regain their senses, Aerith pulls her up into a kiss.

"I can't get enough of you," Aerith says, planting more light kisses on the sides of her neck.

"And me of you."

Hell. She's ready for another round if Aerith's up for it.

But someone's already banging on the door and that means playtime is over.

"Are you sluts done? We have a long line of people to meet today, Aerith."

It's Sephiroth, sounding every bit pissed – understandably. Aerith disappeared during the gallery's busiest hour, foregoing an hour that could be spent on hyping up their latest art collaboration.

But this has been her sex life with Aerith ever since that night in Costa Del Sol.

It's spontaneous. It's experimental. It doesn't care about where or when. It doesn't matter if they're outside on Aerith's motorbike, or in a park, or in a public event, or in their workplaces, they'll do it when they want to.

She's had so many partners before Aerith, including Cloud, but she's never been curious about someone else's body as much as she does about Aerith's. And no one is as interested in making her feel good and comfortable during sex as Aerith does – not even Cloud.

"You're such a pussy blocker, Seph!" Aerith yells, fastening the buttons of her blouse and fixing her hair.

Tifa snickers. "Give the guy a break. He's been forced to clean up after our messes many times already."

Aerith gives her a quick peck on the lips. "He's still a pussy blocker to me!"

At the door, just before putting one foot out, Aerith reminds her of their evening plan, "I'll see you later!"

She smiles and nods, then watches the door closing behind Aerith.

From the pocket of her skirt, she fishes her phone out and scrolls through her inbox to find the latest text message she received from Cloud.

MyBabe: Zack's coming over tmrw at 7pm. Picking photos for next week's competition.

While Cloud and Zack are busying themselves at their apartment, she'll be at Aerith's, probably licking and sucking each other as much as they can after eating Wutaian takeaways for dinner and halfway finishing a movie.

This is where she is with Cloud.

He hasn't changed. In fact, he has grown more distant.

He's always never home. She doesn't complain though because whenever this happens, she's free to invite Aerith over to their apartment.

Even if he's home, he would be too far in his daydreams to hold a conversation. So they would just be in one another's presence without saying as much as a word.

Sometimes, they would fuck but it only happens when Cloud comes home drunk or feeling a little too horny.

She lets him have his way because it gives her reason to believe that staying with him is worthwhile.

And that she made the right decision on that particular morning after their fight in Costa Del Sol.

It's 10.16pm.

Tifa's laying on the bed in Aerith's bedroom, soaking from head to toe with sweat while she basks in her post-sex afterglow.

She hears water flushing in the toilet bowl from the washroom that's located three doors away, and then Aerith's footsteps as she's walking back to the bedroom.

"I think you're trying to kill me," Tifa says, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Maybe I am. Dying from multiple orgasms is a good way to go, you know," Aerith quips, making her laugh.

Aerith's flickering a lighter before she catches the familiar citrusy sweet smell of Venomantis cigarette smoke.

Her gaze finds its way to Aerith's green eyes. They're glowing like fireflies do in the darkness. She feels pressure building up in her chest and if she doesn't let it out, she thinks she'll really die.

"Where have you been in my life?"

Those words slip out of her mouth without her even thinking.

They're fucking sappy. She knows from the moment her tongue rolls them out. But this is how she really feels. This is what's been sitting there in her chest, waiting with agony to be released – to be verbalized.

Aerith smiles, then leans down to give several light kisses on her lips.

"You're glad that we met?" Aerith asks, nuzzling their noses together.

"More than glad."

Aerith's phone starts beeping several times.

She almost whines when Aerith pulls away to grab the phone.

Her phone starts beeping too, which she quickly checks since Aerith's still on her phone.

It's a new text message from Cloud – a curt one too.

MyBabe: Zack's staying over. Sorry

"Guess I'm not coming back home tonight," she remarks, replacing her phone back into her purse.

"Why?" Aerith counters without looking up for her phone.

Maybe she's reading into it too much but… Aerith seems a little upset.

"Zack's staying over at our place."

"Is he now?"

Aerith switches off her phone and roughly shoves it into the nightstand to her right.

"You okay?" Tifa asks as Aerith's pushing her back down onto the bed.

"I'm feeling great! Let's continue where we left off."

As soon as they're kissing again, Tifa doesn't want to think about anything else.