Authors Note: Ive been asked by so many fans to make another chapter of this story so here you go. Im going to try to finish this one so hehe. Rated M
Anonymous Stalker- Settling In
He held onto her tightly across her chest.
She felt herself getting flustered as he began to nibble her ear. Her body deliberately moved itself closer to him. She loved the attention she was receiving. As she's content and distracted by Clouds meager affection his hand travels down her clothed stomach and stops at the end of her skirt. He then quickly pulls up the short skirt and grasps Tifa's clothed woman hood. She gasps, "Cloud!" her body fidgeted but the blond man held her tightly against him. His hand caresses the clothed genital; to his amazement he felt the underwear already moist.
"Oh, someone's a little horny. Hmm?"
Tifa sighs, did her ears catch his provocative words?
"Mr. Strife don't say such things—ah!"
Cloud immediately dives his hand down her underwear and plays with her drenched jewel. His thumb and finger caress her bead as the brunette squirms.
"I told you to not call me that." He whispers into her ear. "Call me Cloud."
Tifa's hands take hold of Clouds, in which preludes her delicates in a rapid pace. His three fingers rub her drenched pussy to no end causing friction resulting into a wave of pleasure. She slowly lays her head on his shoulder, her eyes stared intensively at the dotted ceiling. Lips parted evenly to give away the most sensual of moans Cloud has ever heard.
"Oh, God. . .Hmm"
Tifa slightly parts her legs, giving Cloud more room to stroke her lips with his fingers. The resulting strokes produced her juices to drip out of her. The clear spunk lubed her woman hood causing Cloud to stroke her faster and faster. She moans greatly in a hushed tone, so that no one in the neighboring offices would hear.
"You like this huh?"
"Mr. Stri—Cloud! . . . I feel that I'm. . .ah!"
Her raspy sighs exited her throat as a wave of tremendous pleasure thrilled her body. She jerked backwards and into the older male. Cloud held her tighter as to not let her fall, he sighs as she comes greatly into his hands.
Tifa 's knees buckled so she fell on the carpet. Luckily Cloud caught her and sat her down on the rug gently. He sits behind her; each leg by her sides, Tifa sits in the middle as she rests against his chest.
Cloud pulls away from her garment and examines his fingers, covered by her thick fluids. He wipes it away on the carpet as he watches her breathing in and out in a shaky manner. He then realizes that her whole body trembles for a reason unknown.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asks her in an urgent tone.
"It's okay . . . I'm just a little shocked . . . that's all." She says as her eyes stares at the carpeted floor.
"Oh," Cloud rests his chin on her shoulder then speaks,"Hey. Thanks'"
She turns towards him. A confused expression on her face almost made him smile.
"For what?"
"For—Well I was under a lot of stress and . . . you helped me overcome it. So yeah thanks'. I have to repay you somehow."
With that Tifa decided to get up and leave. She stood on her feet as she pulled up her underwear and pulled down her skirt. Thankfully there was not a stain in sight. She composed her hair as Cloud stood up as well and asked her, "You're leaving already?"
"Uh-Huh."
"Oh wait I still need to repay you!"
"No you don't have to. "
"But I want to," Cloud takes his hand and into the back of his pocket. Tifa quickly caught on.
"No!" She yelled.
"What?"
"I don't want to take your money."
"Huh?"
". . . I'm not a whore that accepts money!"
The young brunette left the room, slamming the door behind her; leaving a startled Cloud. He sighs letting his fingers slip away from his wallet that was hidden in his back pocket. He fists his fair in a manner that could only be labeled as agitated. Soon after that the telephone on his desk began to ring. He walks towards it and answers the machine.
"Hello?"
"Cloud you're coming or what?"
"What do you mean?"
"Happy hour is almost over!"
The blond man checks the time on the monitor 6:49pm. He'd miss his meeting with Zack.
"Okay. I'll be right there."
Cloud heard a "hurry up" on the phone and hangs up. He straightens his tie and other articles of clothing before leaving the room, when he notices his resignation letter on his desk. Without thinking he hides the letter in his desk, right with the envelope Tifa has given him.
He thought of the young woman. For the life given to him he couldn't help but feel bad for her. Also, to feel a strong need for her. Maybe tomorrow he'll straightened things up with her.
For now Cloud leaves his office then the building. He rides his car to the bar both he and Zack are supposed to meet in. A discussion was to be made, and Cloud knows of the subject. He dreads the upcoming moment.
He drove down a busy street trying to keep his attention on the road.
Every now and then his mind goes off to the obvious. His mind seeks the memory of the young woman he'd ventured with that late afternoon. He could envision her, long silky black hair, glassy eyes, rosy lips, skin so clean, without a trace of negligence in sight. She's so beautiful and her body compliments her as well, long milky legs which where visible by her short skirt. And of course the limited amount of her breasts that was shown to him.
". . .Double D's. . ."
He remembered her words as clear as day. But then he remembered her final words. The last few words she said before leaving his office in bleeding rage. He wondered.
"What did I do wrong? I didn't mean to—"
Suddenly his eyes finally averted to the road before him slamming his foot on the breaks. The tires screeched under him as it was brought to an abrupt stop, almost hitting the pedestrian crossing the street. It was an older male whose entire senses where spooked out of him. As he recovered from the almost accident he went on to continue his crossing, after he flipped off Cloud and told him, "Watch the road jack ass!" and walked away. With that experience Clouds heart thumped madly, he jumped as a wave of horns comes to play behind him. Signaling him that the light has finally turned green and people have places to go and things to do but cannot move because there's an idiot in front causing traffic. So . . . anyway . . . he carries on driving through the night, finally letting others have roads to drive on.
It was 5:32 pm and Cloud finally makes it to the bar. He parks his car a few stores down, yet the restaurants logo shines brightly. Red letters shine into the night, showing the whole city that this is in fact 7th Heaven. A few steps over he finally makes it to the door, upon opening it he finds that several people have claimed a quiet evening. A greeter welcomes him as he steps in looking for the individual who invited him for a drink. As he spots him Cloud takes the high chair next to him.
"Finally, the man of the hour arrives!"
"Sorry, I'm late."
"No biggie. Hey, pop's another drink over here." The brunette calls at the balding man behind the counter.
"All right, one beer coming right up." He replied.
"Ah- Make it a scotch please."
"Cloud. . ."
"It's okay Zack really. One drink won't kill me."
The man behind the counter just shrugs and continues upon his work.
"Uh . . . So what took ya'?"
"It's a long drive from here Zack." Cloud told him, not looking at his friend.
"Yeah but . . . We were supposed to meet two hours ago." Zack minded him.
"Sorry," Was all Cloud would say. For the last couple of seconds the two didn't say a word. Instead they reflected on the various sounds that where in play. People chatting, the news broadcast and finally the voice of the man behind the counter.
"One scotch," He places the glass on the counter. Cloud quickly takes a hold of it and with a final thank you to his server the blonde chugs down the liquid. The cold fluid cascades down his throat, he relishes the smooth taste of the alcoholic beverage. He sighs as the empty glass with ice was placed back onto the wooden surface.
Damn I needed that. . .
Cloud heard his best friend talking, bringing him back down from his thoughts.
"Hello~ Cloud. Come on man I invite you to talk for a while and you're already getting drunk."
Being felt affronted Cloud quickly stepped up for himself, "I'm not drunk, nor am I getting near to that." Zack sighs, "Yeah sure what ever. Just take it in slowly so you wouldn't have to get in to that kind of problem again." It was Clouds turn to sigh, "Zack I know you didn't invite me out to talk about that."
Zack orders two more beers as their conversation is about to begin. "You're right that is not the subject. I think you know. . ."
Immediately Cloud felt uneasy. Anxious as if he can't bear to be in the same room with anyone right now. The thought of just running and hiding made him believe that that was a possible solution to his problems, but no. He couldn't possibly, he has to face the music and now it's the time.
"Cloud. . .You know very well that Aerith cares about you."
At the moment silence. Zack continues as he stares right in the mug staring at golden color of beer.
"She thinks of you as a loved one. Someone to look after actually."
Right then and there Cloud sighs. Enough was enough, he has to come clean.
"Zack. . ."
"Hold on! I'm not done."
Cloud looks at the man beside him, he wore a bright smile on his face. "Geeze you impatient little prick. Another thing I wanted to talk about is. . . well Aerith says you're behaving kind of weird lately. And not the usual weird-Uh- I mean-well um. . ."
Cloud takes the mugs handle. "Its okay I get what you mean." Cloud didn't say a word after that, instead he concentrated on drinking the beer and the memory of him and Aerith at the breakroom. And the accusation of having an affair with her.
He wondered, "What did she tell you?"
"Aerith? Nothing much. All she told me was that you looked at her funny and said some pretty weird shit. She also told me that you ran out of there like a screaming girl."
Irritated Cloud nudged Zack with his elbow, "She didn't say that!" The ebony haired man laughed at his friend quickness of annoyence. "Oh how would you know?" He continues to laugh.
"She's not like you Zack."
He snorts. "Of course not! She's a woman and I'm a man!"
"You moron that's not what I meant . . ."
On a side note the bar tender takes their empty mugs away in order to refill them. The night was not over yet.
". . .What I mean is. . .she's very nice."
"Oh and I'm not nice?"
" Not even close. Remember at the academy? You left that snake hidden beneath the sheets of my bed as a prank."
Zack recalls it as an old folk tale then smiles. "Oh yeah. Heh that was funny."
"No it wasn't. That snake could've been poisoness."
"It was a garden snake. Why are you bitching about this now?"
"To prove a point."
The bar tender appears again with two mugs refilled. "So who's payin'?"
Zack immediatley responded to his question, but Cloud cuts him off and agrees to pay for the drinks. Zack denies his proposal but the blonde insists. The ebony haired man reminded Cloud that he was the one who invited him and that he shouldn't be the one to pay for it. But yet again Cloud insist and opens up a tab. Zack finally lets go and agrees to Clouds wish. Then after, they both took gulps of the fine drink and settled in silence.
Zack chuckles, "Yeah. You're right." He says while staring at the television. Not paying so much attention to it, yet he could destinctly recall a news reporter reviewing the weather forecast for the weekend.
"She's nice. Real nice. . . Hey Cloud . . .?"
The blond sensed the seriousness in his voice and turns to look at his friend.
"You're a bad liar. You say you don't have feelings for her and yet you still ogle her as if she's yours to keep." The blonde looks away, he couldn't bare to look at him as he tells him this. Zack sighs, not looking at the younger man two years his junior, "Its weird I wonder how she feels like? Knowing that theres two men in the world who love her dearly." Silence creeps its way between the two men. Cloud couldn't bare it anymore. He felt guilty. Zack has a right to tell him these things especially since his married to her. Its a proper way of saying "Hey back off she's mine!". Only of course, nicer.
Zack is a dear friend of Cloud's, for heavens sake he saved his life once before.
I can't. . .
Cloud needs to back off. . .
"Zack you're right. About everything. I'm sorry. You know I don't mean to. . .It's just-"
"Cloud don't be too hard on yourself. Besides I'm the one who got you two to know each other."
"Thats no excuse! You where bed ridden and I had no right in taking your place as Aeiths comforter. She was yours in the begining and I became too friendly with her and I developed feelings for her when I shouldn't. It's my fault I fell for your girl. . .I don't know what to tell you. I feel sick just thinking about it. I feel like a monster because I almost tore you too apart."
Zack had enough, with the palm of his hand he pats Clouds back with tolerable force. "There, there you're making a scene."
Cloud didn't dare to meet his friends eyes, he was overwhelmed with all sorts of negative emotions. Mostly sadness and anger.
"Cloud I know it tears you up inside. . ."
"But I gotta change. . ." The blonde turns his attention towards the man sipping his drink. Zack's eyes gaze into Clouds.
"What?"
"You're being nicer than what I've imagined you'd be when we talked about this."
In that moment Zack's phone starts to ring a mellody. "Well this is sort of a touchy subject and you are a good friend of mine." He takes hold of the phone and answers it immediatly after reading the ID. "Aerith. . .?" Cloud decided that it was time for another drink, he orders another glass of scotch and waits for for the call to end as he sips at the liquid. Not being ignorant of course, he listens to what Zack says.
". . .Okay . . .I'll get it as soon as I'm out. . .Hmm. . .stay in bed."
In bed what for? Is he really talking to her?
"Okay then, bye. See you soon. . . It's best if I don't. . .Clouds here. . .Okay bye." Zack hangs up the phone and grins at his friend. "Guess who that was?"
"The President. . .?"
"Hah. . .Not really listen," Zack gets off of the high chair. "I have to go to the pharmacy. "
"What for? Is Aerith okay?"
"Truthfully, she will after the medicine. Lately she hasn't been feeling well."
Zack notices his friends worried face. He panics, waving his hands before him, "It'll be okay. Some vomiting, but it's just food poisoning. You know how the last Staff party went." Quickly he grabs hold of Clouds shoulder and inflicts painless pressure on it. "It's okay Cloud. I got this. . ."
Cloud turns the other cheeks. "Yeah, I know." He heard his friend laugh.
"I'll see ya'. Hey come to Aerith's party. We can some talk more, good things this time."
With a final goodbye the brunette walks towards the door and leaves. Leaving a dejected male behind, surrounded by tons of liquor and unlimited amount of money in his pocket. Cloud sighs heavily, sipping the last drop of his scotch.
He then concoct various messages in his head about his dear old friend. Zack always optomistic and in some ways nice. When he shouldn't have. Right then and there they where talking about a touchy subject and not one moment did he raise his voice. Nor did he insult him about his incurable love with his wife. He knew how he felt and instead of acting furiously jeolous or even mad, he turned it away into the most civilized and appropriate manner. Zack can handle things, he's more profound. Much mature. He's not someone who tail gates an honest woman for a love that can never be. . .
Cloud sighs, "Yo, one more. . ."
"Hmm, according to your friend you're not good with liquor."
"I'm not good in other things, but I'm fine with a little more scotch."
Disgusted the waiter takes a bottle and sets it on the counter. "Keep it. . . I'll be on break soon so don't cause any trouble!"
"Aye Aye Captain," The waiter walks towards someone else in need of service but stopped on his tracks to turn towards the blonde man. "What did you just say?"
Cloud takes a drink of his scotch and shakes his heady childish like. "Nothin'."
Irrated the balding man walks away. Under his breath even quieter than before Cloud repeats the same word, "Prick," and sets of into drinking the scotch.
Nine O'Clock.
That was the time she came in moonlighting as a bar tender. She was greeted upon several men inside the bar. First the owner of the joint. "Good night Tifa." She smiles at him. "Yes it is. How are things going?" The older male crosses his arms, "Its all good. Except," He whispers to her pointing at a gentle man sitting on the high chair in front of the counter. "That man over there. Don't give him any more liquor."
By the distance shes standing Tifa squints at the man whos face is not clear to her. "Okay. I can handle it."
The owner nods, "If he gives you any trouble kick him out! I'm tired of serving people like him. Coming in getting drunk. It's a hang out bar for God's sakes."
Tifa smiles and pats him on the shoulder. "It's okay Cooky I'll take it from here."
"Take care Tifa. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
The older male leaves the bar in responsibility of Tifa. She crosses the bar, while greeted by guests, to get behind the counter. She sets down her jacket and her purse in a cubby and after doing so she was given her first order of the night from a young woman behind the counter. "One Cosmo coming right up." She puts on the bars signature apron that was hanging on a hook behind her and sets of to wash her hands.
It wasn't until she got a towel under the counter that she realized who the drunken man the owner warned her about was. He was slumped over his face was hidden by the weight of his head. But she noticed his destinct features, blonde hair, light skinned, and a suit.
"Mr. Strife. . .?"
The blond man recognized both the idiotic lable and the voiced. His eyes slowly met hers.
"H-Hey. . ." She said nervously. It was him! The only difference in him was his eyes. They where a mixture of red and blue. A result from utter drunkeness or possibly tears.
It took him a moment to process her face, until finally. "Hey!" He said unecessarly loud. ". . . T-Tifa . . . right?"
She nods, "What are you doing here?"
". . .Came to . . . talk . . ."
"Really with who?"
Cloud didn't respond after that instead he chuckles then he laughs. Loudly! With a high voice he tells her, "Hey . . .(laughs). . . Tiff. . .sucked any. . .good dick lately?" He continues to laugh clapping his hands like a sissy. The young woman turns red, she tried to ignore his behavior as being a case of alcohol but it soon became worse. With a rasspy yet still loud voice he tells her, "So. . .where ya happy. . ." He sways back and forth, but he pulls in just so she could hear him clearer. "Did you like . . . my dick in your mouth?"
This time the woman who was waiting for her Cosmo heard the drunken mans words. Insulted for herself and for the lovely maiden behind the counter sh estood up to him.
"Why don't you shut your dirty as mouth you ass hole!"
Emberassed tried to silence the drunken man, but it soon became worse. "You don't tell me to shut up!" He points at the ebony woman with a suit, "And you! Too! . . . Shut up you don't even know. . .Because its true!"
"I bet it is you piece of trash!" The woman grew angrier trying to stick up her guns to this shameless man.
"Hell yeah it is. . ."
"Mr. Strife stop!' Tifa beconned him.
". . . She gave me head in my own office . . ."
Tifa gasped.
"You're sick," replied the woman.
"Yep . . . Editor Strife . . .In the . . . Shinra Building. I even . . .rubbed you out . . .didn't I? Sweetie pie?"
This time it was the womans turn to gasp. Immediatly she steps off of the high chair, taking her coat, and leaves. "No wait!" Tifa called out to the woman but she was long gone. She turns towards Cloud, who was pointing at her while making conversation with another male beside him.
"She has nice tits!" They both laugh, swaying side to side.
"Cloud!" She yells. This caught both their attention, surely startled. The young woman walks around the counter to where Cloud was sitting, she grabs an empty glass from his hand and slams it on the counter. She then pulls hims out of the chair, yelling, "Get out! You're drunk! So leave!" Ignoring the constant stares and chatter Tifa pulls the editor outside the door. Into the chilly night he staggers and falls to his sides. He groans as he rolls on his back. Tifa watches him move in pain and in a serious drunken state for the love of her she felt saddend by his predicament.
A waitress came out in just the nick of time. "What happened?" She waited for an answer.
Tifa thought and she thought well. "My friend fell. Hey, would you watch the floor for me while I'll take him home?"
The young waitress nods, tells her to be careful and enters the bar. Tifa bends over to Cloud, taking his left arm over her shoulders, she ushers him to get on his feet. When he did he staggers once more, but Tifa held him for balance. He winces in pain, holding his head with his free hand, eyes closed shut.
"Where's your car?" She asks him. Maybe she could drive him to his home. Cloud didn't say a word. Well he did, it just wasn't concise, that Tifa has to formulate a new plan.
"Come here," she moved towards some stairs that where placed beside the bar, Cloud slowly followed as she pulls him. "Watch out. Pick up your feet."
Cloud had his sences wacked out of him, yet he could just barely understand her dialect and what she wanted to do. He gently picked up his right foot until it was completely on the first stair tread. Tifa helped him on the next step and the next, his weight could almost pull them both down, but she handled it. Evetually they made their way to an open hall. She walked the drunken body to a door that was placed before them, and with a sound of dangling keys the brunette opens the door. Letting herself and the blonde man in.
