This is Lemony! Sexual content abounds, if you don't like it, don't read the stuff between the lines! It just seemed wrong to leave Cloud and Tifa's first time out... Characters prop of Squeenix (aka Square Enix)
The Night Before
Cloud easily carried Tifa up the stairs, there was warmth in his heart, and places lower, that affirmed he was making the proper decision. She was the only woman he ever wanted to be with, and he was glad he'd finally found the courage to tell her. They went into her room, since her bed was bigger, and there was a puppy occupying his at the moment. He sat her feet on the floor, though his hands remained tight around her waist. Tifa looked up at him, reaching up to tuck one of his blond spikes behind his ear and ran her finger over his eyebrow, and down the scar. She knew that he'd gotten it during the Geostigma Crisis, but she'd never known how. She had to admit, that made him rather rugged looking, the small imperfection in his creamy skin emphasized his beauty. Cloud Strife was one beautiful man.
The swordsman saw the unasked question in her eyes and smiled a bit. "One of the remnants shot my sunglasses off my face. I didn't have time really to heal it, so it scarred. At that point I thought I was going to die anyway, what was the point?" Tifa leaned up and kissed him softly, letting her hand slide down to his cheek and then she tilted his face down, breaking the kiss and letting her lips brush over the scar. She gently kissed the blemish and smiled. Slipping her hand into his, she led him over to the bed, climbing on the blue quilt and patted it, giving him a sweet look. The bartender kicked her shoes off and lay down, tucking her arms under her head, and waited for him.
Cloud wasted no time and made himself comfortable next to her, smiling softly as she reached over to unbutton his shirt. The blond thought she was just going to start undressing him, so he was a bit surprised when he slipped out of the shirt and Tifa started to gently kiss the scars over his torso. He tilted his head a bit, wondering what she was doing and her mahogany eyes met his glowing blue ones, and she smiled. "Your scars are really beautiful… it makes me want to explore them. Here…" She ran her fingers over the long, thin scar right under his sternum. "This one… is the oldest, and there is a matching one on your back…" She kissed the skin softly, "And it started the scars inside that I can't kiss." She moved her lips up to the other scar on his shoulder, also made by the Masamune. The fighter kissed that scar softly, before moving to the circular one on his chest. She let her lips trail over that one longer, since it had almost taken him from her, and her eyes went to his again. "I want to help the wounds inside you heal, Cloud… the ones you keep hidden, the ones no one sees."
The delivery boy smiled at her and reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Don't you realize Tifa… you already have." He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, lightly brushing his lips across her cheek, seeking out her petal soft lips. He took her in a soft, slow kiss, letting his hands start to roam slowly over her clothed body, thinking she had entirely too many layers on. He reached up and slid the zipper of her top down, tugging the leather garment off, then started to work on her shorts. The bartender helped him as much as she could; cursing the fact that she was wearing such complicated clothing.
((Lemon is coming past this point, you have been so warned!!! Do not flame me if you read it after three warnings!))
Once Tifa was only clad in her white undershirt and white, lace panties, Cloud rolled her onto her back and moved over her, staring down at the beauty. Something primal and strong started to pull at his gut, causing his arousal to harden further, and he got this nearly animalistic look in his eyes. He captured her lips in a passionate, aching kiss, placing his hand on her hip and running it up her smooth side, under the white fabric of her flimsy tee shirt. He broke the kiss long enough to get the garment off, then took a moment to look at her now, bare chest. He reached up with his free hand and gently touched her breast, not wanting to cause her pain, and not quite sure as to the pressure to use.
Tifa gasped softly at the feeling of his hand running so lightly over her nipple, the pink nub hardened and she could feel herself warming up already. I can't believe this is happening, I never thought he'd ever look at me as a woman, only to find out he's seen me like that the whole time. His touch sends a fire through my body… I don't think I can control myself. She let out a soft moan as he applied a bit more pressure; her eyes slid shut so she could enjoy the sensations he was causing in her. The teasing was nearly maddening, and just as she was about to whimper, she felt a hot mouth envelope the attentive nipple, and she let out a loud moan, arching her back, wanting to feel more. He let his tongue run over her for a few more moments before his fingers replaced it and he moved to suck on the deprived breast.
Cloud's desire was mounting, almost to the point of being painful, and he was a bit surprised when he found himself exposed to the cool air in the room when Tifa slid her hand down and unfastened his pants. He continued his ministrations on her breasts, though he did give a throaty growl when her soft fingers brushed over the tip of his member. The contact only served to intensify his arousal, and he pressed his hips forward, against her hand. The bartender took the hint and gripped his length, running her hand over him in a slow and steady motion, running her thumb over his head, catching the pearl of liquid he'd let out at her attentions. He moved back to her lips, giving her a heated and deep kiss, his tongue battling with hers, the pressure between them almost enough to bruise. A slightly calloused hand slipped down her firm tummy, slipping inside her panties and to the small tuff of black hair signaling the beginning of her womanhood. He slid a nimble digit into her moist crevice, hitting her nub with a gentle fingertip. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back up again and rubbing his length with even more fervor. He continued to rub her bundle of nerves gently, keeping the pace slow and constant, until she let out a whimper, then he sped up, the increased motion enough to push her to her climax, Tifa moaned his name and he could feel her juices coat his fingers as he slowly removed them.
The swordsman was getting to the point he couldn't stand it anymore, he wanted her to bad he could hardly contain himself. Tifa seemed to thinking along the same lines as she hastily striped out of her soaked underwear. Cloud kept the passionate kiss going as he moved his tip close to her wet entrance. He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his lips parted slightly and his cheeks flushed, those mako washed eyes seemed to be glowing more in the faint light of the room. "Are you sure about this?" He whispered to her softy, leaning down to lightly brush his lips across her neck, his warm breath playing softly over her overly sensitive skin. She cupped his chin in her hand and moved his face to look deep in his eyes, the look on her face left no question. "Yes Cloud, I'm yours… I always have been. Be gentle," she whispered, kissing him softly, "I've saved myself for you…"
Cloud blinked, a bit surprised after all this time she'd never been with a man, but those words seemed to solidify the fact that her birthday present was the right one. He kissed her fiercely again, reaching down to move his member against her opening, moaning softly only at that simple touch. He slipped his arms around her waist once he was in position and he slowly slid his tip inside, pausing to gauge Tifa's reaction. She had her eyes closed and she was rather tense, she was biting her bottom lip and he nearly withdrew, not wanting to cause her any pain. His need, however, drove him and he leaned down to whisper to her, his voice soft and caring. "I love you Tifa, I don't want to hurt you. Relax…" he gently started to place kisses on her lips, and down her jaw, "if you want me to stop…" He didn't even get to finish as Tifa shook her head. "I want this… I always have, I want you. Hurt me Cloud, do it now and it will turn to pleasure sooner. Please…" he could hear the near desperation in her voice and he nodded, holding her close to his chest, his grip on her firm as he slid himself in farther, until he met resistance. "Please Cloud," she whispered again and he took a deep breath, thrusting in and enveloping his entire length inside her. She gasped, though he couldn't tell if it was in pain or pleasure, though his deep moan was definitely erotic in nature. He didn't move for a few moments, looking down at her to make sure she was all right. She looked up at him and nodded, and he kissed her again, and started to move within her, slow and steady, so she could get used to it, and also because he didn't want their lovemaking to be over too quickly. She was so hot and tight that it was hard for him to keep himself from letting go into wild abandon, but she trusted him, and he would not let that trust be unfounded.
Slowly he started to speed up, when Tifa started to moan rather then whimper and groan, and she started to move her hips against his. Her new found movement was making it harder for him to hold back, and he lifted the busty fighter off the bed and sat up, holding her tight against him, but the position still allowed her complete range of movement, and he could bury himself deep inside her. This motion made her cry out, gasping his name as the thrusts got more fevered, and he was nearing his own climax. "I'm going to come," he whispered to her softly, not sure if she wanted him to do that inside her. She nodded and kissed him, moving against him harder and faster, coaxing the orgasism out of him. As Tifa bucked against him, he could feel her getting tighter and hotter, if that was even possible, and that was enough to have him thrust hard into her, the sensation sending both of them over the edge. The swordsman spilled his seed deep inside her, letting out a growl, holding her hips tightly against him as shockwaves of pleasure caused stars to burst behind their eyelids. Cloud collapsed onto the bed, careful not to crush her under his weight, and buried his face in her fragrant hair while he tried to catch his breath. The fighter wrapped her arms tight around him, pulling him close. After he was able to recover a bit, he reluctantly pulled out of her, moving to lie beside her.
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Cloud gathered her up in his arms and kissed her softly. "That was amazing…" Tifa giggled a bit and pulled the messed up covers over them, "Yes it was… we will have to do that again soon."
"We can have the rest of our lives to do that… if you want."
She smiled and nuzzled his chest, closing her eyes and sighing happily. She'd gone from a hopeless romantic to a hopeful romantic in the span of two hours, and even though she could hardly believe it was happening, nothing had felt so right. "I love you," she whispered, tired, warm and happy. Cloud kissed her again, closing his own eyes, "I love you too Tifa…" He smiled that soft, happy smile that wasn't seen to often, and let sleep take him. Tomorrow was a big day, and he only hoped it went as perfectly as the prelude had.
