A/n: Hi guys, sorry for the delay in posts, life got in the way but here's next chapter, a little more CloTi coming your way. This chapter is why I had to change the rating from T to M. While there's nothing explicit there is some sexual content (very mild). I hope you enjoy. Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. 3

Feather-soft kisses traced the soft skin of her shoulders, his lips moving up from her collar and up her neck before making a stop on her soft pink cheeks. Tifa giggled as the man behind her tickled her with his lips, holding her tight underneath their covers. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear before breathing her sweet scent of honey mixed with vanilla in, continuing to kiss her lovingly.

"Mm, do we have to get up?" The barmaid complained as she enjoyed the intimate moment she was sharing with her blonde ex-mercenary.

"Denzel is going to demand we go see Raisel soon." Cloud almost groaned not wanting to leave the comforts of their bed. His left hand traveled up his wife's silk top just above her abdomen where the small lump was now forming. He wondered if he concentrated enough, could he possibly feel any movement? There was nothing, not yet.

"You know it's too early?" She chuckled at his attempts to find their child, placing her hand over his.

"Hmm," Cloud sighed, slightly disappointed. "We have to get up."

Tifa protested as she pulled the covers over their heads, turning around to face him. "Just a little longer?" She asked, large amber eyes staring up at his intense blue. He smiled at her while their fingers intertwined. She leaned in and softly pressed her lips against his. He returned the favor by doing the same. They continued to kiss, once, twice, three times, each time becoming less innocent than the next. Her hands let go of his as she wrapped her delicate arms around his neck, their kisses becoming more feverish.

Cloud's thumbs pressed against her hips while their legs intertwined, their bodies coming closer together with each kiss. Breaking for a breath of air, Cloud looked at Tifa's flushed face, her breathing a little more ragged.

"Tifa we can't." He said, knowing that any minute their adoptive son would be waking up for the day, not to mentioned they had house guests in the very next room.

She heard the words coming out of his mouth but her mind was made up. Her fingers played with the soft spikes of his unruly hair as their lips met again. Tifa as of late was a hormonal mess and this was no exception. He sighed in to their kiss, knowing this was a losing battle.

He succumbed in to her wishes, pushing her so her back was against the mattress, hovering above her, trailing wet kisses on her neck. Her digits gripped on to his hair just a bit tighter while her ankles now pressed at the back of his knees, forcing her spouse's body to press against her own, enticing her. She couldn't help but let out a small groan of pleasure. He smirked as he planted lustful kisses on his barmaid, on her neck, lips, cheeks and down to her collar bone. While his right arm supported his body weight his left traced under her top making its way to her soft—

Knock, knock, knock.

"Tifa? Cloud?" Denzel was up and at their door.

The couple both sighed in unison as their intimate moment fleeted with their parental duties. Cloud caught his breath before placing one last kiss on Tifa's lips. "It's time to get up." He smiled, a bit flushed from their moment.

Cloud pulled the covers off of them, sitting back on his side of the bed while Tifa sat up on hers. There was another set of knocks at their bedroom door, Tifa now answering the boy on the other side with a 'Come in.'

Denzel peered in his head, smiling at his parents. "Can we go see Raisel today?" He asked as he made his way in to their bedroom.

"Sure." Tifa nodded as Denzel now climbed in their bed, oblivious as to what had transpired just moments ago.

"Are you going to come this time Tifa?" The brunette child asked, hoping she'd say yes. Cloud looked at Tifa, wondering if she'd be up to taking a trip down to the hospital where the mysterious girl resided.

"I don't see why not." She smiled as Denzel now hopped off their bed, making his way now to the door. He looked back at his parents once more, giving them a bright smile. Tifa's heart warmed and she couldn't help but smile back. "Go on, get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast." She said as her hands made a 'shoo' motion.

As soon as the boy was out of sight, Tifa placed a kiss on Cloud's cheek, holding tight on to his arm. "You know I need to shower." Tifa suggested, looking up with suggestive eyes.

The blonde was surprised at her forwardness this morning however he wasn't going to turn her down. His lips curved in to one of his mischievous smiles, watching as walked over to their bathroom, glancing back with a 'Are you coming?' look. Cloud wasted no time following her.

Clothes were off quickly, both in their shower, the hot water running down their backs as they joined, moving together as if it were some sort of dance. He lost himself in her quickly and she in him as they made love quietly against the walls of their shower, her body supported by his, every so often letting each other's names spill out of their lips. Cloud's lips mapped out her collar and her fingers tangled in what was now a wet mess of blonde. He held her tightly, sighing in her ear as he came to an end with her, kissing her, showing her that she was the only one for him.

"I love you." He whispered breathlessly on to her lips. Tifa's arms tightened around his neck as butterflies scattered in her stomach at his words. She breathed him in, taking in the afterglow of their actions, enjoying every gentle kiss he placed on her body while they both caught their breath. If it wasn't because the water was now starting to run cold, Tifa felt like she could've stayed there with him forever. They shared one last kiss before parting, each taking their own towel and beginning their morning routine.

On the downstairs portion of the 7th Heaven, Denzel waited patiently, finding out that one of their house guests, the ebony haired man known as Vincent Valentine, was also waiting.

"Morning." Denzel greeted the gunman who had made himself a cup of tea for his morning breakfast.

"Good morning Denzel." Vincent nodded as a greeting to the young boy, "Where are Cloud and Tifa?"

Denzel looked up the stairs, wondering what was taking so long for his parents to come down. "I don't know." He answered, chewing on his bottom lip, not really wanting to think about it much. "Where's Yuffie?"

"Still sleeping." Vincent answered with a sigh. He had this odd feeling about starting the day without her, a bit disappointed that she wouldn't even stir when he awoke that morning. "Are you going to visit at the hospital today?" He asked, changing the subject.

"I hope so, but they're taking so long!" Denzel pouted, wanting to see his friend.

"I'm here, I'm here!" Tifa's voice interrupted as she came down the stairs, dusting her hands off while she made her way to the kitchen to whip up breakfast.

"What took so long?" Denzel asked, following his mother, leaving Vincent to greet Cloud at the end of the stairs.

"Good Morning Cloud." Vincent greeted courteously, noticing the smirk on the blonde's face.

"Indeed." Cloud continued to smile, walking past his friend to join his family in their meal preparation.

Vincent found Cloud's cheerful demeanor rather strange however his face grew hot as soon as he realized why it was that Cloud and Tifa were taking their time coming downstairs.