Please enjoy my humble offering to Freak Week 2020. It was a nice challenge to try and create something sexy in so few words. I've got at least two entries planned, but I might be able to fit a third depending on how the week goes.

Prompts used for this chapter: On The Bar, Tease, Multiple Orgasms, Trying to Stay Quiet, Barebacking

Chapter 1: Closing Time

It started just before rush hour at the bar, when Tifa had asked for Cloud's help in retrieving something from storage. It quickly became clear her request was a hoax, for she backed him into a wall as soon as they crossed the threshold, pinning his arms to his sides. He'd watched slack jawed as she rolled her hips against his, eliciting a groan that vibrated deep within his chest.

Satisfied she had his full attention, she'd leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear. "As soon as we're alone, I want you to bend me over the bar and fuck me so hard you'll need to carry me to bed."

With one last wicked smile, she'd released him before sauntering away. The next five hours crawled by at a snail's pace, as Cloud fought the urge to take her in front of the entire bar, to bite into her skin and leave his mark for all to see.

His self-control snapped upon the last patron's exit, barely giving Tifa enough time to lock the door before he lifted her by the waist and all but sprinted toward the bar, to her great amusement. Once they reached the counter, Cloud wasted no time in spinning her so she had her back to him, hoisting up her skirt and pulling down her underwear in one swift movement.

"Someone's eager," she crooned as he slipped a hand between her legs, his fingers becoming coated in her slick.

"Seems like I'm not the only one," he teased back before inserting two fingers into her. The action seemed to take her off guard, prompting a moan so uninhibited it almost made Cloud come right then and there.

"Shh," he whispered, increasing the pace and power of his fingers as they moved in and out of her. "We don't want the kids to hear us."

Tifa whimpered as she clutched the edge of the counter, her muffled cries becoming increasingly erratic until she spasmed and seized around his fingers. It seemed she'd been just as worked up as he was.

As Tifa recovered, Cloud undid his belt and shoved his pants to his knees, the chilling night air nipping at his newly exposed skin. They both let out matching sighs of relief when he finally entered her.

"Fuck," he grunted, pausing for just a moment before he began to thrust into her, the bar filling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and their heavy panting.

Despite hours of anticipation having brought him near the edge, Cloud desperately held back his own release as his fingers circled Tifa's clit, only allowing himself to let go once he felt her twitching beneath him once again. He stifled his moans against her back, his mind hazing over as he pumped into her for the last time, exhaustion creeping into his limbs.

As he regained his bearings, Tifa's eyes fluttered closed. "Teef?"

"Mhm?" she hummed lazily.

"Any chance you can carry me to bed?"