In Costa del Sol within a beach house Cloud and his wife are just waking up. It's one of many days they plan on spending together and yet still something special every time they awaken.

"Good morning Cloud." Tifa says cheerfully, rocking him to wakefulness.

"It had better be a good morning." Cloud replies crankily. "Waking up in this place keeps reminding me of how much it cost."

"It didn't cost that much." She chides, sitting upright and prodding her mate to get up. He removes himself from her and flops down on the mattress face down.

"Let's see you go buy a villa! Just pull a few hundred thousand gil out of your butt and buy a cottage in a resort town!" He says pensively into the bed.

"It's right next to the beach, isn't that convenient?" Tifa gets up. "I say it's worth it."

"Everywhere is next to the beach!" Cloud retorts. "It's a resort town! For the Planet's sake all the taxes I pay I should own the damn sand strip!"

"Well I'm going to the beach. You want to come?" Tifa says changing into a swimsuit.

"Yeah, hold on." Cloud fetches some specially tailored swimming trunks from nearby. "I'm coming." They walk down to the beach.

At the shoreline Tifa sets up the umbrella and a towel for herself. Cloud lies on the sand checking out the scene.

"Ahh." Cloud looks around. A favorite pastime of his was to try and find a girl with something skimpier on than Tifa. He had only found on once before and she had to find her top. He knew it wouldn't happen. After all who else would buy a swimsuit two sizes too small? He supposed it was just as well. It drew attention from himself and his size. Just about all of it in fact.

"You shouldn't gripe so much." Tifa says interrupting his search. "You saved a ton on the rings."

"The wedding and engagement rings…" Cloud says derisively. "As if they would've run a quarter million!"

"You put materia in as the insets! Cheapskate!" She lies down on the towel.

"Just because I didn't buy the materia doesn't make it cheap. I put the pieces you wanted as the stones!"

"You could've bought new pieces!"

"They don't sell mastered materia! Just admit for how much I paid for our beach house I should own the waterfront that comes with it!"

"Whatever." Tifa stops paying attention. "That's kind of selfish, if you ask me."

"Hey cool rings." Remarks a girl walking by. "What are they?"

"The blue one is an MP Turbo, the green is a Transform." Tifa replies. "They are custom made."

"Cool." The girl walks off.

"What are you doing?" Tifa asks, looking up at him with an inquisitive look on her face.

"Laying out my towel." Cloud replies. "I'm sure it's obvious." He unrolls his beach mat on his chosen place.

"Not right there. You'll ruin my tan."

"You're under an umbrella in case you haven't noticed." Cloud reminds her. "Those can really ruin a tan."

"You don't need a towel." She says with a wry grin. "Really, since you're not on hot sand."

"It's the principle. Lie around on the beach on a towel." Cloud explains spreading his towel out smoothly across the already soft surface.

"People are starting to stare." The beach bunny mentions. "You're acting silly."

"Do I care? They should get off my beach! Tourists!" Tifa laughs at that and Cloud almost loses his balance on her. "Besides they're probably just jealous." She laughs again, forcing him to fall atop her clumsily and bounce about.

"Are you happy now?" Tifa asks, teasingly of the now resting Cloud.

"Of course. I've got the best seat in the house after all." He replies, rolling over to meet her eyes as though atop a waterbed. "I've told you that before." He smiles. "You remember."

She giggles. "Silly boy…"

Fin