Yuffie and the Positive Virus
Interlude (contains clo/ti)
Disclaimer: I No own FF7.
A/N: This happened between chapters 2 and 3. Consider it as bonus material (may have to change the rating for this)
Cloud wasn't exactly sure how he had gotten himself into this mess. He was standing up completely naked in Tifa's room. Tifa herself was lying under the sheets with a disappointed look on her face. Underwear was strewn across the floor and Cloud had no idea how it had happened.
All he could remember was Tifa making him breakfast, Yuffie being a pest and then taking a sip of his orange juice then… blank. Nothing from that point. So how the hell did he end up halfway through doing the human pretzel act with Tifa?
"Cloud? Why did you stop"
This sent his mind racing, he was in the middle of doing all he had ever wanted, she was his and he was hers. So why was he ruining it?
"Sorry Tifa" He did his best to look ashamed and try to rejoin Tifa but she held him back
"Oh no, your not playing me like that mister Strife!"
"Mister Strife?" When had she called him that? Well mostly when she was about to take his head off for doing something stupid. Yeah, it was one of those times.
"If you want back in you're going to have to earn your spot." She stated in a matter-of-fact tone while an evil smirk graced her lips. "Open the second draw down."
Cloud would normally never go through Tifa's draws. Mainly out of respect for her but also for fear of being caught. He opened the draw to find… 'Oh gods, when did she get these?'
"Give them to me" She commanded, she could see how Cloud stopped suddenly and just stared, he had obviously found them.
Cloud slowly turned around and handed Tifa a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.
"All of them"
Cloud handed over 3 more pairs obediently
"Congratulations Cloud! You have just earned your spot back but this time…" With her strength she easily threw Cloud onto the mattress before handcuffing his ankles and wrists to the bed. "…You are not getting away"
"Tifa?" Cloud whispered, the panic in his voice clear
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you" she cooed "I love you, remember?"
Nothing more needed to be said, she loved him and he loved her. Who cares if he couldn't remember what had happened before, what was important was he knew what was going to happen next. Or at least hoped that was going to happen next.
A/N: First attempt at CloTi, should I make this a standalone fanfic or keep it as part of the story? Yuffletine will return shortly.
