A/N: So... I had initially written this for Cloud's bday, then I abandoned it for odd reasons lol. Rediscovering this fic brought me giggles and happiness, so I hope you enjoy it too! 'Alone at Last' was one of my favourite Tifa/Cloti scenes, so here is my take! Happy Tifa Week!


So...

Cloud heard the whispers. They were more like grumbles attached to glaring faces. The voices stormed in with a persistence he couldn't brush off.

"What's a guy like him doing with a girl like Tifa?"

"The hottest girl in Sector 7, and she's swept up by this merc."

"The guy's got a big sword too, seriously? That's probably the only reason she hangs around him"

"Man, can't believe that lucky bastard got a room next to Tifa."

Lucky bastard, indeed.

Tifa and Cloud wandered the streets earlier that day. They fulfilled every odd job they could find, from finding lost kittens to changing water filters—all of that boring crap which wasn't so boring because, well, he was with Tifa.

Under the sun's swelter, he pretended he didn't hear the dumbasses who thirsted after Tifa. However, every mention shot a twinge of annoyance in his chest. Yet, when he saw the jealous snarls and scrunched up brows, Cloud became smug as fuck. A smirk played on his lips each time he heard a scoff. It was like the old days. Except the difference was: Cloud was by Tifa's side as an actual friend. No one was forcing Tifa away from him.

It sure as hell helped that he was an ex-SOLDIER. Ex-SOLDIER, First Class, mind you.

"Come back to my room when you're done installing the filters, alright?" Tifa said this with upturned lips and a coy glint in those eyes. (Atleast, that's what he saw.)

"Y-yeah." Roger that. Sure thing. Back to her room. Nothing suspicious about that.

She nodded at him then sauntered away. The panels from her leather skirt brushed against her thighs, hips swaying. Tifa's left thigh high sock rolled ever so slightly downwards. An absurd thought washed over him, of his teeth grazing her skin then the warmth from between her legs soothing his senses.

After opening the door, she stole a glance at him over her shoulder. Tifa's smile might've looked like a simper. "See you."

The door shut with a gentle thud.

"See you," he replied too late.

Cloud exhaled. Man, she'd look really good with her mouth parted, gasping for breath. Whenever he touched her, Tifa's breath hitched. Whether it was fighting beside her with his hand upon her back or be it his fingers that skimmed hers as they exchanged shot glasses. It was all accidental, at the same time purposeful.

It'd be nice if Tifa succumbed to his touches from time to time. Maybe beg him to do more.

Cloud shook his head. What the hell. Get your head in the game. Don't be weird. She's just a friend.


Cloud scraped the dirt and grime off his body. The showerhead barely sputtered enough water on him. Upon the ledge the soap bar was in broken pieces, made recent by his rigorous cleaning. He'd paid extra attention to his pit and crotch area. There wasn't really any reason to. But...

Tifa seemed like she liked a clean man. Maybe she'd kill for a shower with him.

Shut up.

Nothing was going to happen. Nothing.

When he approached her door, he recalled the times he'd done the same before. He'd be close to knocking, only to stop abruptly.

"Don't be weird, that's Tifa's room," he'd berate himself.

If he peeked through her window, maybe she might've been home during those times. What if she was lying on her bed, skirt tugged down her knees, hands between her thighs – touching herself. To the thought of him, right? Shut up.

(As if Cloud hadn't jerked himself off to the thought of Tifa.)

Cloud took a deep breath. Clear your mind. He knocked on the door twice. When there was no immediate answer, he pressed his ear to the door. There was a faint buzzing, then a click. Footsteps pattered the floor. Something fell and rolled against the wood. He frowned.

What was he expecting? Tifa moaning? Tifa fucking herself? Tifa getting fucked by somebody else?

Oh shit. Nails dug into his palms. Rage held his throat. No, calm down. It seemed that Tifa rejected every man in this sector. Served them right, considering she was a trophy to them. Cloud was different. He'd known her since they were kids. He'd never think of her this way. If anything, his growing lust was a manifestation of what he admired about her. He hadn't expected that the girl he pined for in the pretty turquoise dress would grow up to be such a total badass, owning a bar and beating the shit outta monsters and probably dumbass guys.

He was about to knock again until he heard her voice loud and clear.

"Cloud? The door's open, come in!"

When he stepped inside, a distinct smell dusted over her room. One he could not place, yet there was an overbearance of floral perfume, a poor attempt to mask the scent.

"Just give me a sec, I'll be done soon," Tifa said, sounding breathless as she bent down beneath the sink. Her hands and arms were barren of gloves and armour.

"Sure," he mumbled.

One single lamp dimly lit her room. It illuminated the poster beside her bed: piano keys and musical notes. During childhood, Tifa played loud enough that he could hear her from his window. Bruises and scrapes festered on his knees while he'd listen in. The music softened the stings even when he ripped the scabs off, dreaming of a day he would be gifted all of Tifa's attention.

Below the poster, her bedsheets were crumpled, one towel laid atop. He didn't think anything of it until he realized a dark, dampened spot stained it. The drawer next to the bed was slightly open, as if she had closed it in a rush.

Cloud's heart pounded fast in his chest, his mouth, ajar.

"Finally!" Tifa's cheery voice cut in. She rose. That alluring smile remained on her face, fully oblivious to Cloud's revelation or perhaps, lewd assumption. Tifa approached him slowly, hands behind her back. Her lips were pinker than before, eyes bright as though she hid a dawning sun behind them. "Kept you waiting, huh?"

As she came closer, heat wrapped around his neck. His heart clamored in his chest.

Damn it. Tifa was so damn beautiful. She was like the stars in Nibelheim, almost within his reach but not quite. She glistened in darkness, her presence known when light arose again. Fuck. The desire to tell her his feelings frightened him. His words and thoughts buried in his mouth and clung onto the insides waiting to tear through his teeth.

Tifa stood so close.

A beautiful woman like her deserved all the pleasures Gaia can bestow. It was a shame that Cloud can only offer so little. He wanted to touch her. He wanted her to touch him. He longed to feel her wet warmth on his tongue, to hear her cries, to make her feel good. After all, she deserved it.

Between his lips slipped out a strangled moan. Breathy. Uncouth. Fucking embarrassing. Where the hell did that come from?

"So…" Tifa broke him from his reverie. As she leaned in, Cloud's stare traced her shoulders narrowly avoiding her breasts which were more fully endowed than he expected when they first reunited. Her shoulders needed his bite marks and her breasts, they–

"After you left the village."

"Hm?" Cloud blinked.

"I let you off the hook before, back at the hall. But not this time."

He didn't seem to understand, his lust for Tifa fogged his mind. The circuits in his brain eroded at a gradual pace. All he could see was her plump bottom lip, glossy like she'd just sucked her thumb with it, the other hand amidst thighs. A frown marred Cloud's features. Village. Nibelheim. Childhood. The past.

Disappointment squandered his imaginings. He shouldn't have imagined her like this in the first place. Their shared childhood rendered eternal innocence for them two.

He nodded, unable to properly express his comprehension. Time to give Tifa some answers, he thought, unsure of how to start. Pain sharpened in his temple, but faded quickly. Everything after the village was a gray blurry haze.

Cloud moved further from Tifa, no longer able to face her. He felt like an idiot. He sighed. With weakened knees he sat down on the bed, near the towel.

"When we were kids…" he began, careful not to stumble on his words, "everyone wanted to become a SOLDIER right?"

"Yeah…" Tifa held a hand over her elbow, shifting with discomfort. She seemed to focus on something other than Cloud. The intensity of her stare wasn't for him. She pursed her lips, looking beyond his figure. Her voice was high as she spoke, "You know what? How about we talk about this another time?"

Her forced smile was like a punch to the gut.

"What? I'm okay with talking about it."

"We should head back to the bar, Cloud."

"Are you sure you don't need a break?"

"I already took one." She stepped backwards. Tifa's teeth gnawed her bottom lip.

"Huh?" He turned around, finally spotting what she was staring at.

The towel with the damp stain.

That strong scent. It had to be her arousal. Tifa had to be touching herself senselessly before he came in. That abashed look on her face confirmed it.

Why hadn't he heard her moans? Were they too soft?

The blood rushed downwards, his cock strained against his pants. He suddenly stood up. Cloud needed to leave. Relieve himself. He brushed past her, bumping into her shoulder. "Yeah, let's go."

"Cloud, wait!" Her hand coiled around his wrist, her grip: iron-like. Without her gloves, her knuckles were exposed, caked with healing blisters. And her fingers, they were so small, delicate and long.

Tifa tilted her head, letting go of his wrist. "Are you…are you sure you're not the one who needs a break?"

"Uh…" What was she getting at?

"I just feel bad…you didn't get paid in full, then you spent your whole day with me doing lousy errands."

"I don't mind–" Because I liked spending time with you.

"Cloud, I'm sorry. I'm not really good at this stuff. But–" Tifa brushed her hair to the side. "I hope this is okay with you." Then she dropped to her knees, hair covering a face full of shame.

"Tifa?!"

Her hands fumbled with his belts. The tip of her tongue poked as she pouted in concentration.

Cloud's body burned. He'd never seen Tifa without her gloves since he's reunited with her. Strange to think, when really he's never seen Tifa on her knees. For him. Or anyone else for that matter.

With a click the two belts unbuckled. Tifa stalled, one hand hovered above his zipper. When she met Cloud's heated gaze, her cheeks reddened. "Sorry–I, my hands… I know they're not the prettiest."

"No, no, they're perfect," he choked out. Painful now was his erection, ready to burst at the seams. In seconds, she'd be looking up at him with his cock buried deep inside her mouth, he wouldn't think to judge the appearance of her hands.

"Cloud," she said, voice small. "Is this okay? Can I?"

"Yes!" he blurted. His eagerness humiliated him.

Perhaps that was what devolved her hesitation because Tifa's eyes changed then. They became heavy-lidded, brimming with shy desire.

Behind them, her vintage clock ticked. Heavy air surrounded them. The zipper scratched downwards. His pants dragged to his knees. Cloud stopped breathing.

Fully exposed, his length was inches from Tifa's mouth. Her hot breath tempted him to just buck his hips forward – take what he's been dreaming of. Tifa gazed intensely at his cock like it was meant for her tongue to play with.

Embarrassment flooded his stomach as he noticed how reddish and swollen his dick was. Did it look okay? Did Tifa like its appearance? She probably did right?

She reached for it then, fitting it in her deceptively tiny fingers relinquishing all of Cloud's insecurities.

To see himself in those small palms made him ache. Her hands were used to annihilate foes. Now, they were tasked to bring him to ecstasy. Damn. If he was already quivering from her touch, then how the hell would it feel if he was deep inside of her?

Tifa's thumb smeared the pre-cum around the tip. She began stroking him, up and down. Up and down. The sensation coiled in his abdominal, his cock twitched for more. Tifa prolonged her strokes, grip tightening gently as Cloud's mind muddled in disbelief and anticipation.

The Angel of Sector 7 was on her knees about to give it to him. This was what those foolish bastards in Sector 7 dreamt of. And here Cloud was, living the dream. What did he do to deserve this?

She kept at a nice pace, concentrating as if the further she went the braver she'd be in taking him into her salivating mouth. Cloud withheld every moan, suppressed all his curses. With each ticking second, Tifa's fondles smoldered all his senses. To be so close, but not inside her – this was too damn much.

"H-hey," he managed to say. His hand grazed her cheek, causing her to flinch at the cold material of his glove. "Please, Tifa."

Cloud's hands snaked around the back of her scalp. "…Taste it."

Tifa nodded, opening her mouth wide. Spittle gathered at her tongue. "Guide me," she whispered.

With gentleness, he coaxed her head towards him. Her tongue rolled out and laved into the slit of his tip. She lapped up his precum then glided her tongue slowly over her lips.

Cloud couldn't believe what was happening. Tifa's eyes fluttered shut as she offered his dick sweet kisses and nibbles. Tifa licked a particular spot that made him gasp. He pulled her in once more until his cock's tip was completely between her lips.

She stopped stroking him, her fingers instead curled into his thighs. Tifa anchored herself as she went further down his length. Every cell in his body sang in pleasure. Her wet scorching mouth felt too fucking good, it forced a groan out of him.

"How are you so good at this?"

She couldn't answer. Maybe it was better that way.

His cock muffled Tifa moans as she made love to it. When she hollowed her cheeks, spit dribbled down her chin. Warm droplets fell onto her knees.

Oh God. Cloud thought. There was a slight tremor rippling through his legs. Pleasure shot up his spine. His mouth hung open. This was better than anything he imagined obviously. Way better than nights in the barracks spent stroking himself to thoughts of a country girl. He'd pretend he wasn't a horny teen, he'd even scoff at his teammates when they crowded around magazines. They didn't know that secretly, he'd memorize those gravure idols' bodies in his head, then fix Tifa's face onto them. As years passed, he always wondered how much her face and body changed – if she surpassed her own beauty.

(And she did.)

Cloud realized then that his fantasies were nothing compared to how gorgeous she looked beneath him. Tifa, fully submissive, fully in-charge. Sensual, concentrating on nothing but his pleasure only.

His soft pants motivated Tifa to go faster. Her head bobbed, her tongue twisted around his length.

When her eyes flickered open, revealing dark desire, Cloud lost it. He shoved her head down, further along his cock. He felt her throat shrink. Tifa began to gag.

He screwed his eyes shut. Sweet, sweet pleasure nearly blinded his mind. Fuck. Damn it. He was about to fucking come. Cloud shuddered at the growing sensation. But suddenly, Tifa pulled back. Cloud's grip loosened.

A tiny mewl came, muted by the head of his cock. She paused for a moment, hot tongue resting on his length. Truth be told, Cloud needed a break too, any more and his come would rush out of him and probably drown her mouth. What if it was so much that she'd choke and die? Wait, that was such a stupid thought. He wanted to laugh. What the hell was happening?

Clothes rustled beneath him, and Tifa's moans… they were louder. A lot louder. Cloud opened an eye to peek. And–

Holy fuck.

Tifa's thighs were spread apart. That leather skirt was hiked up by a hand, lace panties stretched to the side, exposing a pussy gleaming with wetness. Her other hand – played and stroked herself without relent.

"Tifa." He couldn't recognize his own voice. It was guttural, demanding, as though it came from a beast untamed.

She made a sound that was like a whine. Her thumb had pressed onto her swollen clit.

Cloud swallowed. He wasn't prepared for this, but…

"Keep touching yourself as I fuck your mouth," he commanded. Cloud tightened his grasp at the back of her head. He didn't have time to wonder how he became like this, or if he was hurting Tifa. His release had been too near. The sight of Tifa fucking herself awakened something dark within him, a side that knew very well that he could lose control.

Tifa whimpered as her tongue slithered all over his cock. She took him whole again, her soft mouth entrapping him. Meanwhile, her fingers danced on her folds, wetness spread. Cloud winced. Synapses from his brain short circuited as his ears filled with the slick sounds of Tifa fucking herself. Soon, Tifa's moans transformed into cries.

That's when Cloud knew she was ready for him. He clutched at her strands, a poor attempt to contain himself. His lips parted in breathlessness. Cloud couldn't stop himself from trembling.

He shifted his hips. Almost there. Cloud held onto her head, then thrusted.

"Oh fuck, Tifa."

Deeper, he plunged. Control. Barely. He shoved Tifa's head down his cock. Backwards, forwards. Shit. The rhythm was set. Fast. Desperate. Sweat broke on his brow as he thrusted and thrusted, dragging her head.

Tifa dove two fingers into herself. Her noises, those fucking high pitched cries. That squelching sound. Hands that played with herself. Saliva dripped off her chin. Spurts of heat spilled onto her thighs.

Insufferable pleasure threatened Cloud's release. No, he wanted this to go on. He wanted to fuck Tifa until her jaw was sore. Take a break. Have him on top. Sink his cock into that pussy instead of Tifa having to do it with her fingers. Hear her scream for more. Damn it. He was shattering.

Tifa violently came again, ruining the pace he set. Ecstasy had her rushing. She took back control, moving faster than he ever could. Tongue. Mouth. Lips. All velvet. All intoxication. His body screamed for release. Haggard breaths allowed moans to tear through him. Shit. It was happening. Pleasure was torture. Tension splintered from his core. He came with a growl, his eyes widened. "Ah! Fuck!"

Cloud wanted to yank Tifa's head off his cock. But she'd resisted, her hands had already crawled to his thighs, clenching onto them to keep him in his damn place. "Stop, Tifa!"

She didn't. She sucked and sucked, then swallowed with ease. Bangs fell across her closed eyes. Humming, she kept taking his spend until she couldn't. It felt like forever. In a spur, her eyes flew open as she slid her mouth away. She choked and coughed, her hand hid her mouth.

"Tifa! Are you okay?" Cloud scrambled for the towel on the bed.

Her surprised gaze was on Cloud's cock. Lining the inseams of her pretty lips was his overflow of come.

"This is a lot, Cloud!"

"Shit, I'm sorry," Cloud groaned, heat rose to his face. He couldn't stop. This was humiliating. What the hell did he taste like? Poor Tifa. Stupid Cloud. Why couldn't he–? Wait, this was not a time for self-deprecation.

He was about to throw in the towel until Tifa's beautiful smile hushed his thoughts.

"I don't mind, Cloud," she murmured. Then Tifa kissed the tip and licked the rest. Tension in his body shed itself like a snake. Peace's light enveloped his senses. Finally.

Cloud ran his fingers through her hair, brushing out the tangles he created. I hope I didn't hurt her.

Tifa released his cock with a gentle pop.

"Umm…"

He immediately jerked his fingers back. "My bad." Cloud bent to his knees to grab the towel he dropped. "Let's get you clean."

When he looked back up, their eyes locked. Tifa blushed and tucked in a strand of loose hair.

"I'm sorry Cloud, I don't know what came over me."

"No, you were amazing. That felt… really good." Like really fucking good.

"I'm glad." She quietly laughed. "Still, it's kind of funny. Us going our separate ways, thinking that must be it...and here of all places we meet again. And then out of nowhere I give you–"

Now Cloud's face was heating up. Her lips gleamed red, he suddenly realized, "I didn't even get to kiss you."

"What?"

Shit, did he really say that aloud?

"...Yeah."

She paused. "You know what? Maybe you'll get to when we celebrate our little reunion! Let's dress up and hit the town!"

"Like a date?"

Tifa gave him a flustered glance. "Well…"

"No, yeah, I want to take you out. On a date. So it'll be a date."

Post-nut courage was real.

Tifa appeared shocked, but she began to laugh lightly under her breath. "You don't know where anything is though."

Cloud scratched the back of his head. "You're right. At least let me pay."

"You won't have enough gil."

"Tifa!"

Tifa kept giggling. She quickly placed her hands onto her hips. The pose was confident. Cute. "How about you choose my outfit for our date? Do you have anything in mind that you're dying to see me wear?"

Damn it. She was giving him way too much power. Coy Tifa was too hot.

While his eyes roamed her figure, his mind wracked for ideas. She'd look good in anything, honestly. Lingerie, dresses, baggy clothes probably his SOLDIER get-up too.

Tifa's smile grew. "Actually, I know. Remember that video game character you liked when we were kids? I remember your room had posters of her."

Cloud was in shock that Tifa recalled that. She'd only been in his room once.

"She was pretty sporty," he mused, despite him daydreaming of Tifa with hair buns, and a thigh high dress slit. The character was also part of Cloud's sexual awakening, but no one needed to know that.

She leaned in and winked. "I'll see what I can do."

He was hard again.

Eventually, after Cloud gently wiped the cum off her lips and chin, he held her hand, unknowingly feeling more elated and confident than he ever did before. If there was anything in the world that could make him feel this way, it was Tifa. The girl of his dreams, the Angel of Sector 7.

As they walked past the streets towards Seventh Heaven, he only focused on Tifa's gentle voice and the smallness of her hand in his. It didn't matter what other people said or thought, as long as Tifa was by his side he knew everything would be alright.