Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII with the characters, items, places, etc. are the property of Square Enix, Inc. No infringement is intended.
Author's Note: This is a Cloud and Tifa story, just with a dramatic twist due to his absence. They will be happy later.
I'm so happy to get this chapter out, especially with E3 around the corner! A special shout out to Denebola Leo for being my beta reader and giving suggestions for this chapter, and the next few for more drama! I also borrowed her term of sweet toast from her story What is Up to Mortals, with a recent update to Chapter 17! I help beta that story, and even if it does sound biased, it is my favorite story on FanFictionNet/AO3 right now. After this go read it, you won't be disappointed with the supernatural adventure with them, along with Zack and Aerith.
The last section of this chapter is tricky, but read it all the way through for a special treat...I think many of you will be torn being pissed off and pleased.
Updated 7/26/20
-. Don't Think Twice .-
Chapter XV
Late December, εγλ 0007
"Damn it!" he cursed, lodging his sword back into the sheath on his back. They were underprepared to face goblins out here, and the mob they faced sabotaged his whole party. Everyone was trying to track down Aerith when she ran off to the City of the Ancients on her own. Yuffie and Tifa were with him, and now both were done with status effects. One silenced, the other fighter blinded. Their supplies were scarce as the remaining medicinal items were stolen by the tiny green bastards, and their only Heal materia was repressed until Yuffie was no longer silenced. Even switching it to himself would do nothing; the magic orb was muted for now.
"What's wrong?" Tifa asked, her hands gripping his forearm for support. Cloud was her eyes for now.
"Yuffie's silenced, and we have no supplies," he explained, loosening her hold in order to wrap his arm around her shoulders to keep her close. She looked scared at first when he freed himself, then relieved with his protective embrace. "We need to be careful until we meet up with the others."
"Hmm," she nodded softly, her red eyes dark and murky.
Yuffie flashed the screen of her PHS at him quick, to assure him she made contact with the others. They were nearing the city by the looks of the pastel cobblestones and shell-like architecture a ways ahead. If only they could avoid detection until they reached the others. Right now they were sitting chocobos if they decided to wait it out. Cloud wished this wasn't happening. It was his fault, attacking Aerith, losing control over...everything lately. What kind of leader was he?
"Cloud?" her melodic voice snapped him out of his negative thoughts. Tifa was here by his side to keep him grounded. Both she and Barret promised to watch over him, but he was fearful of the unknown, of what he could do next. What if Tifa became a target of his?
"Yuffie, you have point," Cloud ordered, seeing the ninja bounce on her toes made him smile a little. "Hold on to me, Tifa." He bent down to hook the back of her legs under his arm, picking her up bridal style. It wasn't easy as she somewhat struggled. Yuffie sniggered quietly at the bashful barmaid reddening.
"Cloud, put me down!"
"We need to get outta here, Tifa," Cloud began to chide, "and fast. I cannot let anything else happen to you." He was worried about her, about Aerith, too. Squeezing her closer seemed to halt her movements and her body settled nicely in his cradled arms. Tifa wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck. He knew the open intimacy of this was why she was pushing back so much, however, it couldn't be helped.
"I'll protect you," he whispered into her ear. "I promised, didn't I?"
"Mmhmm." Her breath tickled his adam's apple. He liked this, being needed by her. Cloud took a quick inhale of her sweet hair, the smell of lavender to calm his nerves. He couldn't help himself, but he knew he should refrain from any open affection towards her.
He could hear Yuffie giggling again. It was low due to her ailment, but she stood there rolling on the balls of her feet with a smirk on her face.
"What?" Cloud snapped. He knew she couldn't talk, but wanted her to back off.
The young ninja shook her head and shrugged her shoulders instead. The smirk was still there though…
"What is it?" Tifa asked, looking around even though she couldn't see.
"It's nothing…"
November 26th, εγλ 0009, 7:07 a.m.
"When is Papa coming to get us?" Marlene asked in between small bites of her sweet toast.
"In a couple of days he'll be here, so you'll stay at Cloud's place until then. Do you have everything packed?" Tifa asked in return while picking up Denzel's plate from the table. Both children nodded, earning a smile from the brunette. Due to the excitement of her father coming, the little girl was slow with her breakfast. "Make sure to finish up, because Cloud will be here soon to take you both to school."
"I'm here, actually," Cloud informed her as he casually stepped into the kitchen.
"Cloud! You're here early," the young boy ran over while giving him a hug.
"Yeah, I just needed to go over the plan with Tifa. You have everything ready to go?" the blond asked him while patting his back gently.
"I'll go get my bag upstairs," the youth replied, before ascending the stairs with Marlene in tow. Tifa collected the remaining dishes as Cloud joined up at her side to offer his silent help, picking up the glasses and silverware. Being alone with him caused her heart to race with anxiety. Or perhaps...anticipation? She took a deep breath, trying to unravel her nerves and collect herself.
Normally she would have the children clean up after themselves but the morning routine had been thrown off by her trip to Icicle Inn. She would be leaving soon herself to meet up with Jace. The young mother paused for a moment while glancing at her former partner's assistance, the clink and clanking of metal hitting glass amongst the heavy silence between them. Cloud did help her clean up from family meals in the past, before the marriage began to crumble. Then he began to flee as quickly as possible in the mornings out the door, or upstairs after dinner time. That was...if he happened to be around at all.
Cloud cleared his throat. "Tifa? Everything okay?"
Her cheeks reddened at the call of her name, the plate within her grasp almost slipping. She caught the dish just as she was caught staring at her ex again. "Yeah…it's just you really don't have to do that."
"I know, but it doesn't mean I shouldn't," he rebutted calmly. "What's the plan again?"
"Barret will be here by Thursday, and then he'll have them for a week. But I'll be back before then," she explained as she walked over to the sink, trying to put some distance between her and him. Tifa was about to leave on a week-long vacation with her boyfriend, but she couldn't help ogling over the father of her children. Focused on the running water, she scrubbed the dishes, her brow creasing as she tried to polish off the syrup and powdered sugar from the sweet toast.
Tifa jumped when he set the glasses into the soapy water, as his approach was quiet. She was startled at his closeness, but pretended it didn't bother her. It really shouldn't matter anyway to her.
"Is there a way to contact you for emergencies? I know cell reception is bad up there," Cloud stated casually, his hand closing around the rim of the countertop for support.
She only looked at him through her peripheral view, nothing more. "I wrote the number of the lodge down, on the fridge for you to take," she motioned her head that way, still avoiding eye contact. When she saw him grab the piece of paper, she added, "if you call, you'll have to ask for Jace's room. It's under his name…"
"I see," his voice was devoid of any emotion.
"We're ready!" Marlene yelled from the top of the stairs, before both children clambered their way down. She jumped in excitement with her pink suitcase bouncing at her side, while Denzel stood stoically with his hunter green duffle bag.
Drying off her hands quickly, Tifa went over to bid her farewell. Kneeling down and hugging them close, she gave them each a peck on the cheek. This would be the first time the children would be away from her for so long. "I can't believe I won't see you two for ten whole days! Follow the rules that Barret sets, and make sure to help him, Marlene."
"I will!" the little girl chimed back, unable to contain her smile.
"And the school will give you your assignments to do from the days missed. Make sure to do your homework, okay? Otherwise, you will have to do extra over Christmas vacation," Tifa advised the two children, squeezing each of their shoulders after she stood up. "I'm going to miss you both."
Denzel was the first to hug her waist after dropping his luggage, followed by Marlene. Tifa threaded her fingers through both of their hairs, smiling contently as they muttered goodbye into her clothing, telling her they loved her as well. Eventually pulling away, the children left for school with Cloud. Her heart sank at the temporary separation she would have with the children, the ten days daunting on her. Cloud and Barret were good parents and needed their time too, and the thought calmed her. Time to herself would be good, and with her recent dilemma with the blue-eyed man, time away from him was essential. An ocean between her and that man is just what she needed.
Late December, εγλ 0007
Reaching her hand out, she smoothed out the ends of his wild hair as he slept with his head in her lap. He looked so peaceful in his sleep compared to his awake state, and she couldn't bring herself to move him back upstairs. She sighed, resting her head back on the couch with Cloud sprawled out across the cushions. Here they were at the lodge in Icicle Inn, waiting for the rest of their group to arrive.
Tifa didn't want to lose sight of him, so she trailed behind him closely as he trekked through the howling flurries, knee-deep into the white snow. Cloud pushed further ahead, more distant than he ever had been on this journey. He said nothing after they left the city of the dead, a place of peace for every Cetra that had fallen. She remembered he was shivering in the blasted cold, and a few drops of blood stained the powder he trudged through. Tifa did step in the pitfalls of the snowbank made by him, but diverted when she saw the blood. It was Aerith's blood…her friend, gone.
Yuffie was the only one that kept up with them, and a snowstorm now separated them. Barret had decided to set up camp and meet them here in the morning, giving a few curses that their leader wasn't interested in keeping them all together. He wasn't the only one that suffered a tragedy that day, and the gunman was getting frustrated Cloud was getting caught up in himself lately. He was worried, but agitated.
The flames inside the fireplace crackled, bringing extra heat into the cozy lobby area of their hostel. Tifa had gone downstairs earlier to have his blood-stained clothes washed and get rid of the reminder that plagued them all. Cloud was finally asleep, but woke up in a panic when she had left for her errand, finding her downstairs near the innkeeper's desk. His eyes were erratic, his voice hoarse from hysteria. Tifa threw her arms around him, whispering promises that everything was going to be alright. She was here for him. Always.
Usually, his mako orbs glowed a bright cerulean, but they had dimmed down to a bluish-grey, appearing lifeless over being distraught. Sometimes...sometimes they flickered to a wicked wintergreen, she noticed. She knew something was wrong with him, and it troubled her so. Tifa loved him, but there were times she didn't know if this was her Cloud. He finally calmed down by the fire, passed out in her lap.
"You two look pretty cozy," a young, feminine voice chimed in. She was concentrating on Cloud's breathing, Tifa had no idea anyone else was around. Her red eyes widened at the sight of grey ones, glistening with some mischief.
"Wha-what are you doing down here?" Tifa stammered, removing her hands from his hair, adjusting herself in her seat. The heat crept up on the top of her cheeks, and it wasn't from the fire. It was from being caught.
"I wanted to check up on Spiky. Kinda worried, ya know?" Yuffie explained, circling her hand in the air at the sleeping man. Noticing the brawler's tension, the ninja rolled her eyes back. "I know you two have been boning each other since at least Bone Village, okay? I saw him leave your tent that night. You don't need to pretend you're not into him when you totally are, Tifa."
"Oh," her voice faltered, not having much room to deny it. She thought they were so careful, with how far they had come in in their travels. But Cloud was in her tent that night. "Umm...why are you telling me this?"
"Cause I haven't said anything, so relax a little, okay? I had a feeling about you two since Cid joined, so I'm not shocked," Yuffie comforted in her own way, pushing her own thumb into her chest. "Your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks…"
"Now, is he gonna be okay?"
Skimming her hands through his hair again, she nodded slowly as she watched Cloud's sleeping form. "I hope so…"
November 26th, εγλ 0009, 3:02 p.m.
Getting away was the best decision she had ever made. By mid afternoon Tifa and Jace arrived at their destination, getting a special suite at the lodge. He dropped off their bags and laughed as she ran out the door, down the hallway to exit to the great outdoors. The snow-covered the rich, deep woods and hilly mounds in perfect white. Most of her memories that involved snow were happy times, though a few were sad ones. To her, the flurries dressing everything it touched in tiny frosted crystals was pure magic.
"This place really is beautiful," Jace said when he finally joined her, lacing his gloved fingers in hers. She was outside in the middle of a snowbank on top of a hill, hearing children laugh below as they played different winter games. Her eyes had been shut this whole time as she slowly inhaled the smell of nature around her. "What are you doing?"
"Smelling the snow," Tifa breathed out again. The cold air sometimes made it hard to take deep breaths out here, but it was worth it. Chilly with a hint of mint, the scent of winter was refreshing.
"You can...smell it?" he asked, mystified by her statement.
"Mmhmm," she nodded, opening her eyes to look at her boyfriend, squeezing his hand back. "I love winter, it makes me feel tingly inside."
Jace laughed, bringing her into his arms for a kiss, warming up her lips for just a second. "That's called frostbite, my dear."
She pushed him back playfully for thinking her snow obsession was silly. "No, it's winter!" Stepping out of his hold, spinning around in the fluffy powder with her arms out. "And here it's always winter. It's like the magic never disappears up here."
Catching her passing hand, he pulled her back to him, smiling down at her. "You are such a kid sometimes, you know that?"
"It feels good to do with how fast I had to grow up," she reminded him lightheartedly, beaming back at him.
"We need to get you a snowboard," he decided, brushing her brown bangs out of her eyes, then cupping her cheek. All Tifa could focus on was his amber eyes locking into her maroon eyes. This was why she needed to get away, to be with Jace. Just her and him, as it was meant to be.
Tifa pulled on the lapels of his winter coat, pushing up on her toes to go in for a kiss. However, she wasn't expecting her boyfriend to jerk his head forward and cry out in pain.
"Owww! What the—" he rubbed the back of his head, turning around to see kids playing near them, throwing snowballs at each other. Tifa spotted some remnants of frost on his scalp, making her laugh out at him. He turned back to her, annoyed. "This isn't funny, Tifa!"
She just laughed harder. "Yeah, it is! Come on, let's go get our snowboards."
"But they—"
"Are just kids just having fun, Jace. It's one snowball, probably an accident," Tifa dismissed, trying to suppress her giggles.
"You still think its funny," he pointed out, grabbing her hand as he walked by to head to the rental booth. "That hurt, by the way."
"Oh, you'll be fine!"
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"Nice aim, but did you really have to do that?" Zack turned around, chastising his girlfriend while pointing behind him. He may have understood the reasons for her anger, but it didn't give her the right to throw an ice ball at the man in Tifa's life. When she insisted on checking in on the two at Icicle Inn, he should've known the trouble she could have caused. Coming here was a bad idea, as they've only ever approached Cloud, not the woman he loves.
"He was being a jerk to her!" Aerith replied, her vivid green eyes flashing at him. She was always cute when she got mad, with her cheeks flaring up shades of pink that matched her dress. But he couldn't admit that right now, or ever.
"Yeah, but…"
"Jace doesn't understand Tifa at all! He was basically making fun of her Zack," she argued back, not letting him get a word in. "Tifa deserves better."
He scratched the back of his raven hair, unsure of what to say next. Zack didn't want to interfere in the love lives of their friends in this kind of capacity. But he agreed with her last statement. "I know she does. But no more ice balls, promise?"
"Fine."
November 10th, εγλ 0008, 11:47 p.m.
The street outside of Seventh Heaven was quiet that night. It was nearly midnight and the children were asleep, and Tifa was on the front stoop bundled in her winter coat. The snow was coming early this year, and she wasn't going to miss it. Usually, they had to wait for just before Christmas, or January, but it was hitting Edge a month early. She licked her lips as she eagerly anticipated the oncoming snowflakes.
Cloud had returned home a short bit ago, unstaggered by her putting up with the freezing temps tonight. He was all too familiar with her obsession with snow, even joining her when he was at home. Once upon a time, she would wait up for him inside, but not anymore. He had become distant, and unwilling to spend time alone in her bedroom anymore. Conversations scattered here and there, business as usual. Marlene had caught on and they attempted to change their ways in front of her, but she wasn't fooled.
When he pulled up on Fenrir she gave him a bright smile anyway, as all marriages go through a rough patch. She just hoped they could get through it together, but it seemed she was the only one trying. He gave her a quick nod, closed the garage door, and disappeared into the house. To his own room, with that bed that was supposed to be for show, but he was now using it on a regular basis.
Hugging her knees closer when a crisp wind swept by, she sighed. Her snowfall would bring her peace tonight, she mused.
The front door opened behind her, startling her when the bell chimed. Tifa whirled around on the step, gazing up to see Cloud standing there with two cups of hot cocoa in one hand, and her scarf and gloves in the other. He would always scold her when she would sit outside unprepared. But right now his cobalt eyes were soft and warm when he looked down at her. Unwavering from her own ruby eyes, flickering with many emotions.
Silently, he handed her the woolen accessories.
"Thank you," she took the items, touching his hand for a brief moment. She wrapped the scarf around her neck and placed on the gloves. After she was done he offered her own cup of cocoa, then sat down beside her.
"When's the snow?" he asked, perking his eyebrow up at her before sipping his hot beverage.
"Any minute now," she said as she held the cup to her lips, smiling. It was moments like these that gave her hope.
He was pounding her hard from behind, his hips perfectly aligned along hers as he gripped her waist. The leverage from her allowed him to slip in fully, then almost withdraw completely, increasing in intensity each time he entered. Tifa curled her fingers into the sheets of their bed, grinding back against his relentless rhythm. She was nearly there, the warmth building up where their bodies connected. He reached his hand around and pressed against her clit, driving her completely mad with ecstasy.
"Oh, Cloud!" she gasped out in between throaty moans. His fingers were creating delicious friction with each thrust.
"Ngh, Tifa…" her husband groaned back, not stopping his pace. He had come home from work and ripped off her clothes, bending her over on the bed after his kiss that was so deep and sweet that he used to greet her. Tifa nearly melted to her knees with the way his tongue laved the inside of her mouth. His tie, navy blazer, and pants were the only articles of clothing he managed to shed off before he lost his patience. Most of the buttons of his white shirt were hastily unfastened by her as she fiercely kissed him back. Before he turned her around to take her, she read the glow in his eyes: pure and primal need.
It was everything she was willing to give to him, for she loved Cloud no matter what. Her heart belonged to him, even after the months of emotional distress, and built-up sexual frustration from his absence. Words aren't the only way to tell someone how you feel, and each move of pleasure that irradiated inside her was him asking for forgiveness.
Through pure bliss, she readily accepted. And then Cloud stopped altogether. First, she was confused, then yelping in surprise when she was flipped over onto her back, his hand grabbing her forearm to lay her down before him. He was kneeling on the bed with her legs spread out for him, glistening in sweat and breathing hard with one arm pinned by him. He was naked except for his WRO cotton dress shirt, opened and exposing his taut chest and abs. She really did love his uniform, but it looked so much better on the floor of their bedroom.
"I just want to see your face when you come," he stated with a seductive tone, letting her arm go as he readied himself to enter her again. He pushed just the tip in a bit, holding her hips. "You want to come for me, don't you?"
"Yes…" she breathlessly acceded, reaching her hand for his arm, tugging the ivory-colored sleeve lightly.
"Good," he smirked, drifting into her slick and swollen folds. Tifa nearly came apart when he entered her again, feeling more complete than ever. She had nearly been there earlier, but he took away her chance to come, thus building upon her yearning desire. Cloud was always such a tease. Now wasn't the time with the long months apart though, she had waited enough for him. Waited enough for this.
It seemed like a fantasy that he was finally home, finally cured of his ailment and guilt. She pulled harder on the white fabric over his arm, making him jerk his arm back and clamping her wrist. "Tifa, stop. I don't have Geostigma anymore."
"You don't?" Her brow furrowed at his dismissal.
"No, I don't," he said against the skin of her wrist, kissing her gently in that sensitive spot. She shivered when he circled his tongue there. "I'm here for you now."
"You're...here for me," she repeated back softly, her eyes half-closed.
He laced his fingers around hers, stretching her arm over her head as the other hand slid up her hip and abdomen, fitting himself into her more. Putting himself deeper inside her tight walls when he pinned her down with his rock hard torso. Cloud hovered over her mouth with his own, his breath hot on her lips. "Yeah, I am, if you need me."
She tried to kiss him, but he resisted her advances. Held down by him she could barely move, her lust pulsing between her legs where he retained his cock, and she was quickly growing impatient with him dilly dallying. Tifa locked onto those intense sapphire eyes that glowed back, burning with desire just for her. "I need you."
His face dipped to her throat, nuzzling her neck as he began to slowly work his hips with hers, tiny gasps beginning to escape her mouth as he finally moved forward. She hooked one leg around his waist to push him further in, gripping her fingers onto his hand tighter that he still held above her head.
"Cloud, please!" She begged as she squirmed, wanting him to go faster. Her breathing was picking up again, slowly but surely at each feat by him towards her core.
He chuckled into the column of her neck, before pushing himself up to view her flushed cheeks and breasts. His strokes were still smooth and even. "Something you want, Teef?"
"You! I want you!" she moaned as she withered under him, rolling her head to the side.
"You can have me, if you want me," holding onto her waist to pick her up, his thrusts immediately became faster and deeper. Roughly he slammed into her, over and over. This was exactly the sharp friction she was craving from him. Each grind was hardcore.
"Yes!" Arching her back and twining her legs around him, she met each impact. Her hands now free, she pulled at the hair on her scalp. Tifa was moaning louder and louder, her breasts bouncing with his pounding. Rolling her hips more, she was nearly screaming in pure satisfaction as the pressure built higher and higher. Almost there. She needed him to bring her there.
Then he stopped again. Tifa's eyes were dazed when she looked at him, flustered he would hold back from her once more. Cloud hovered above her face, close by but far away. She laid there at his mercy, her breasts raising and falling at each hard breath she took. When the corner of his mouth cocked up, she knew she was in for trouble.
"Tifa, you need to keep it down so we don't wake up your boyfriend."
"TIFA!"
It was a strange voice that echoed in the distance, and she began to shake a little by an outside force. What was happening? Who was screaming her name? Why was Cloud...fading away?
"TIFA!"
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"TIFA!"
"Wh–what?" Her eyes snapped open, wide and wandering around her. Tifa could feel she was covered in sweat and panting hard, a hand on her shoulder. She looked to the man lying next to her on a plush bed, his amber eyes layered in distress.
They weren't...blue eyes…
"Are you all right?" he asked, voice thick with concern. Tifa focused her vision after blinking a few times, seeing that the man was Jace. "It looked like you were having a nightmare, Tifa."
A nightmare? Taking a few shaky breaths, she hugged the sheet to her chest as she sat up. They were in their suite at the lodge, and it was late at night, she deciphered. She held her palm to her forehead, then slowly pushed her silky locks back. She was still befuddled from her dream state.
"It's okay, I'll give you a minute," he said softly as his hand moved her messy hair behind her shoulder before he propped himself up on his elbow, waiting for her.
Tifa slowly nodded, licking her lips. Both her and Jace had dealt with her nightmares before in the past. At first, it embarrassed her, but she found he was very sympathetic to these occasional night terrors. What had she suffered tonight? By now she would know. Her mind was drawing a blank except for the lavish dinner date, where they both drank too much wine and returned to their room. They were both a bit too drunk, actually.
Was that why she couldn't remember? No, because she also recalled what happened after they got back to the room, too. They had sex, and Jace helped her get dressed into her black nightgown he had bought her so she wouldn't get cold. Maybe she didn't need to remember this time...
"Was it...Nibelheim?" he slowly prodded.
Her breath hitched at his question, her mind beginning to flood with visions of a man with impossibly blue eyes and golden spiky hair. His face near hers, capturing her mouth deeply with his and touching her tenderly. Touching her in many ways, all over.
Oh. It wasn't a nightmare...
"Tifa?"
It was...a dream. With him.
Her eyes flickered over to Jace, her face reddening a bit at the realization of what had happened. She was here on vacation with her boyfriend, and she…
Why was she dreaming about Cloud?
"Yeah. Yeah, it was about Nibelheim." A boy from Nibelheim. Looking down at her chest she could see her silky nightgown dampened by her sweat. "I–I need to shower."
"Are you okay?" Jace asked, reaching out for her hand before she tossed the covers off of herself. "If you don't want to talk about it this time, it's all right with me. Just don't run off cause you're scared of telling me."
Tifa let out a sigh, her eyes pleading with him for space. It was easier to pretend it was a nightmare, tonight being an unconscious fluke. Her voice was timid towards him as she spoke. "I'm covered in sweat, and can't go back to sleep like this. Please?"
"Okay," he let go of her hand, laying back down on the bed as she placed her feet onto the floor. She was in a panic, but she was trying to calm herself down. Her skin was sticky, her short black nightdress clinging to her body because of it. "Do you want me to wait up for you?"
Looking at him earnestly over her shoulder, she shook her head, then walked over to the dresser to grab a new pair of pajamas and headed to the bathroom. She didn't mean to shut him out, but what was she supposed to do? Seek comfort from him after she had a sex dream about...him. The exact man she was trying to escape her mind from. Tifa looked into the mirror, seeing her hair disheveled and her skin glistening. Her cheeks and chest still hued from her earlier fantasy, plaguing her. Tossing her clothes on the counter, she walked over to the shower and turned the knob, still mystified she had that dream. That dream that was so vividly erotic…
Ripping off her nightgown, she stepped into the shower stall for the water droplets to coat her body. The warm liquid lathered her body, but wasn't washing away her thoughts. Biting her lip she turned the tap to freezing, the icy water prickling her skin. Tifa huffed out quietly, and she bore through the cold shower drowning her.
It was just a dream.
Author's Note Continued: Pissed off or pleased? Please review! I look forward to each one I get, especially my very special guest reviewer. You know who you are ;)
Chapter updated on 7/26/20; date/time stamp changes applied.
