A/N: The things I 'researched' on for this chapter. Good God.
When lava lamps are switched on, the bubble blobs inside them would rise and fall sluggishly, and they'll keep changing shapes to keep us hypnotized.
It would be like watching a snail crawl across a leaf, and our nerves are meant to be soothed.
Tifa had purposely chosen a blue one for the bedroom because it reminded her of Cloud's eyes. For many years, nothing had brought calm to her life more than those one hell of a drug blue pair of eyes.
That blue lava lamp is like Xanax to her.
But tonight, she doesn't care about the lava lamp, or what it meant. Not when she's splaying on the bed with someone else – eyes shut, brows knitted and mouth parted.
All she cares about is the feel of something hard that's moving in and out of her with shuddering motions. It's scouring and jabbing at places that make her toes curl.
"You like it when I do this, don't you?" purrs Aerith, the literal goddess who now holds all the power over what's happening and what's going to happen to her body.
The purple hard thing Aerith's gripping just keeps on gouging her, making her too on edge to speak. The only thing she's able to let out of her mouth are uninterrupted pants and moans.
"Tell me if you're gonna cum," Aerith demands, inching closer.
Buzzing, buzzing and buzzing.
Fucking good buzzing.
The purple hard thing just buzzes on and on… until Tifa can't take it anymore.
Her eyes flick open and she feels her nails digging into the bed sheets.
"Aerith I… I'm gonna-"
Torrents of pleasure hit her and she drowns herself in them instantly, leaving her words hanging at the tip of her tongue.
"What… the fuck… that was… so good…" Tifa's slurring her words, still trembling from the little leftover sensations of her orgasm.
Aerith giggles. "Another good review for Scarlet on this purple magic wand then?"
Scarlet Ltd. Also known as Midgar's leading sex toy manufacturer. Aerith and she have been experimenting with all kinds of their products. The delivery staff must be tired of their faces already since they've been ordering one thing after another in the past few weeks.
"We should've tried the double-ended dildo," Tifa says, following Aerith with her eyes as the other woman walks across the room to get her cigarettes.
Aerith returns to the bed, leaning her back against the headrest. Sweet citrusy smoke trails out of the cigarette she's lighting up as she asks, "Why?"
"I want you to feel good too."
"Don't worry about me."
Aerith takes a drag, and blows out billows of smoke. "Oh yeah. How's the progress on your exhibition going?"
Aerith's talking about the ceramic art exhibition that she's currently organising to celebrate the 5th anniversary of her business.
"I've managed to book The Sapphire Gallery and the last piece was just put on display yesterday! We only need some old photos for the opening speech slides and then we're done," she tells, thrilled that things are going so well for her.
Organizing an exhibition when you don't have your own gallery can be one hell of a process because of all the red tapes and shit. She can't rent Aerith's since the exhibition for her new collaboration with Sephiroth is still ongoing for another 2 more months.
"Awesome!" Aerith cheers. "And the guest of honour?"
"Madam Shera has agreed to come!"
"Madam Shera?" Aerith repeats, not hiding her surprise. "The Shera? The revolutionary – urgh, I hate this word. It's so fucking pretentious but if there's anyone who deserves to be called one, it's her! Anyway, the revolutionary artist who uses the extremely hard to work with Mako dusts for her ceramic pieces?"
"Yes! She! The Shera. She's also going to lead the workshops."
"Oh hell. I need to come and see her. Getting those Mako dusts to blend into the right colours is a bitch and I need some tips."
Tifa laughs. "I'll give her a heads up for you."
She shifts around the bed, repositioning herself until her head's back on her pillow. Aerith's crushing her cigarette on the ashtray when she's pulling the blanket to cover herself.
"Hey, who told you that we're done?"
"Huh? It's almost midnight, Aerith. We have an early start tomorrow."
"Doesn't matter. Get your ass here."
She's right after all about the double-ended dildo.
You: Do you rmmbr where I put our old college albums?
MyBabe: Probably in the closet. My section.
It's 7am the next morning and Tifa just came out of the shower in a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head. She has roughly 2 hours left to glean photos of her in pottery seminars, workshops, clubs and get-togethers from those college albums for the exhibition. She can't put this off another day – she promised her team that she would get it done.
From the kitchen, she can hear Aerith preparing them breakfast. Something's sizzling on a pan, the thermo pot is boiling and Aerith's humming her favourite song, 'Vibe Valentino' by the Honey Bee Gals.
She starts fishing through Cloud's section of the closet, finding boxes after boxes of his items that's been with him since college (or earlier). She wonders why he still keeps them.
The albums aren't hard to find. They're stacked inside a fabric tote bag that they probably got as a freebie from one of those freshers' week in college.
She pulls the bag out, eager but also slightly hesitant to revisit her past.
There's an unfamiliar box that's been hiding behind the tote bag. She doesn't know how long it's been in the closet but for some reason, her instinct's telling her to inspect it.
So she does.
Holy hell.
She's not prepared for what she's seeing inside it.
Cans of lubes. XL size condoms (a size larger than ones Cloud's currently using?). Handcuffs. Spanks? Some round metal things. Rings…? They are certainly too big to be worn around the fingers. Clips with chains. And toys – lots of sex toys, from the pointy ones, to ones that shaped weirdly like a door handle. She's never used or purchased any of these toys because she knows that the main target customers are not those with pussies.
Oh, there's also a fleshlight that definitely looks like someone's asshole.
She slams the box shut.
A tidal of questions are now boxing her brain. It's like she's hearing sprites – or fairies, whatever they're called – whispering deranged nonsense into her ears.
Why is this box inside their closet? Did Aerith put this in, expecting for her to find out? Is this her way of telling that she wants to try anal sex? But Aerith's not someone who's into the roundabout way of communicating, especially for something like sex. If Aerith wants it, she'll tell it like it is.
"Hey, I made us some sunny side-up egg toasts."
She jolts a little when Aerith enters the bedroom. Aerith's standing with a side wrist resting against the doorway.
Aerith's face doesn't change, even as she's looking at the box.
"Found your albums?"
"I… did."
Tifa replaces the box back to the way she found it, and then the rest of the boxes she took out from the closet.
"I'll look through them after breakfast."
She joins Aerith who's heading back to the kitchen.
"You should really get some avocadoes. These toasts will taste better with them," Aerith remarks, pouring herself a glass of milk.
Aerith's still talking about some café serving a good breakfast menu.
But Tifa can hardly hear because her mind's still thinking about the box.
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