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Chapter 13 : It's Getting Hot In Here
Shit.
Reno mentally cursed as Tifa gazed at him through those lashes of hers, his heart racing. He wanted to grab her and tear her clothes off right there and then. But he wasn't sure if this was a trick. And he'd rather not have Tifa kick his ass in his own house if he could help it. That would just be embarrassing. Shifting himself slightly and keeping one arm along the back of the couch, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes on hers. She hadn't pulled back but she hadn't moved forward either. Was she serious? Or was she just playing with him. C'mon Reno. Don't be a pussy. She gave you the green light. Sure, you're both a bit drunk, but she knows what she's doing, doesn't she? The small bit of conscience Reno had nagged at him and he studied her face. Her eyes seemed a little glazed, but she was nowhere near completely smashed. Her chest rose and fall with hurried breaths, and one of her hands rested on the back of the couches only inches from his.
Deciding to test the boundaries, Reno slid his hand forward until the tips of his fingers brushed hers. Goosebumps raised along his forearm as a jolt went through his hand. He had never sat so close to a woman so long without copious amounts of touching (Except for 'Lena of course, but she was like his little sister and ew, no), and finally being able to do so caused his breath to hitch in his throat. He saw Tifa draw in a breath too, yet she didn't draw her hand away. He slid his fingers up over the tops of hers until they stopped at the back of her hand, tracing small circles in her skin. He could have sworn she closed her eyes for a second as she sighed, but when he looked at her, she was still looking at him. Turning to look at their hands, he let the rough pads of his fingers trace up over her wrist and along her forearm, satisfaction purring in his throat as he felt the little bumps that rose up on her skin from the sensation. He couldn't stop the small smirk that crept across his lips as he turned back to look at her. She had moved forward slightly, shifting slightly on her knees. Reno took a minute to thank Holy and whoever else was responsible for him having Tifa Lockhart on her knees on his couch, staring at him like that. His fingers traced over the delicate skin at the bend of her arm and he saw her physically shiver, her lips parting slightly.
Aw hell no. I can't take much more of this. She's killing me here.
Ghosting small shapes and swirls in her skin, Reno moved his hand up over her arm over the fabric of her sweater. He cursed the fabric for being in the way as his hand slid up to her shoulder. He leaned forward a little more, there was barely a foot between their faces now and he felt his mouth going dry. How the fuck can my mouth be dry after all that liquid? He grumbled internally as his tongue darted out across his lips. He noticed her eyes flicked down to his mouth and she mirrored him, her own tongue sliding along her bottom lip slightly. Reno's crotch tightened painfully. His hand made it's way up over the thick polo neck of her sweater and he heard her sigh softly when his fingers made contact with skin again as they traced over the soft skin just under her ear. He didn't know why he was torturing himself so much by going so slow, but the build up was exciting even to him. He moved his fingers up behind her ear and into her hair, moving forward slowly as he did so. She leaned her head slightly into his hand and closed her eyes, her mouth falling open a little further. Reno let his fingers play through the soft silk-like strands of her hair at the top of her neck, his eyes watching hers as they opened again, her lids heavy with desire.
He stopped before he moved any further forward. He wanted to give her an out. He was rewarded with her leaning forward even more, her free hand suddenly holding onto his knee. Reno had never considered himself a religious man, but he thanked every god he could think of as he felt her fingers clutch at the fabric over his knee. Leaning forward and closing the distance, Reno let his lids drop slightly, but not fully closing his eyes as he watched her reaction. He brushed his lips across hers, a low groan in his throat as she gasped onto his lips. Taking her bottom lip into his mouth, he sucked gently and noticed she tasted of whisky. He supposed he did too. Running the tip of his tongue slowly over her lip, he nibbled on it gently before letting it go and pressing his lips more firmly against hers, his breath speeding up as the hand on her knee clenched again before relaxing. He gently massaged the back of her neck with his fingers, and her mouth parted with a deep sigh, and Reno took the opportunity for all it was worth. Pulling her forward slightly and closing his eyes fully, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth and running it over her lips. She moaned slightly and Reno's fingers clenched slightly, grabbing a fistful of her hair.
I cannot believe I'm kissing Tifa Lockhart. And she's practically straddling me. Holy fuck. Reno tried to ignore his inner monologue as she ran her tongue over his, sending shivers down his spine. He made sure to take great care in exploring her mouth, making sure the piercing in his tongue ran over any sensitive areas he could reach. He was rewarded with another soft moan and Tifa's hand started sliding slowly up his leg. Reno's groin actually hurt with the tension.
He didn't know how long they stayed like that for, her hand on his thigh and his in her hair, their lips working with each other's and their tongues dancing between their mouths, but Reno cursed himself when he had to pull back to catch his breath. He was practically panting, and he was almost sure she could hear his heart beating from where she was sitting. She didn't seem to be much better off, her chest heaving with each breath, which wasn't helping him calm down any. Before Reno had a chance to say anything, Tifa spoke first.
"I see what you mean about friction." She breathed. Reno smirked as a small chuckle rose in his throat.
"I did tell you it was worth keeping." He moved his hand from the back of her neck forward, his fingertips brushing along her jaw as he rested his forehead against hers. He wondered how much she'd regret this in the morning when she sobered up.
As if challenging his thoughts, Tifa suddenly leaned forward, crushing her mouth against his and catching him off guard. He practically collapsed back onto the couch, Tifa on top of him. He would have cried out in surprise if Tifa had kept her mouth against his, her hands resting on his chest. The filthy part of Reno's mind was doing cartwheels. They turned to backflips when she suddenly took his top lip between hers and grazed her teeth along it. His arms came up to wrap around her, crushing her against his chest tightly as a low moan caught in his throat.
Tifa wasn't used to being in control when it came to kissing. The guys she had been with in the past were the kind of guys who would have felt emasculated having the woman take charge in the beginning. But Reno was secure enough himself to let her take the reigns. It appeared that it was a huge turn on for Tifa. The fact that it was an old enemy beneath her was barely a blip in her thoughts and she dropped her hips to press them against him. She had to hold back a gasp as she felt the hardness between his legs when it pressed against her thigh. Reno groaned again and took control of the kiss, and Tifa's hips rolled again in response.
Reno pulled back slightly, regarding her with heavily lidded eyes. His breaths came hard and ragged as he moved his hand round to cup her jaw, running his thumb over her lips before he kissed her again. Tifa slid one of her hands up over his chest to play with the loose strands of crimson hair that fell around the base of his neck and she felt him shudder beneath her. Smiling against his lips, she threaded her fingers into the hair behind his ear and tugged gently. Reno almost came undone beneath her. Breaking away from the kiss, Tifa brought his lips to his ear and made sure they brushed against his lobe as she spoke in a soft whisper.
"I guess the game is over now."
" It's just startin'." Reno purred in response, his head tilting slightly to give her better access as she gently nibbled on his earlobe. He had no idea Tifa would have relished being in control so much. Cloud was a fucking idiot for having a hold of her heart and letting her go.
"That so? You gonna ply me with more drink so I'll do what you want?" Tifa teased. She felt Reno stiffen below her, and something told her it wasn't with pleasure. Leaning back she looked at his face to see his mouth had set in a hard line. She blinked in confusion, and cried out in shock as Reno grabbed her shoulders firmly and sat bolt upright. Her mind reeled as he pushed her gently off his lap and stood up from the couch, his eyes dark even as the firmness between his legs pressed obviously against the crotch of his sweatpants. Tifa stared up at him, he heart still racing. "What's wrong?"
"You think I'm taking advantage of ya cause yer drunk."
"What? No I don't! I was just teasing!"
"Yeah, well, I ain't takin' any chances. You'd probably regret it in the morning anyway." Reno grumbled, running a hand through his thoroughly mussed hair. Tifa continued to stare at him dumbly as he started walking away from her.
"Reno! I may be drunk but I know what I want!" She called after him as he reached the door of his bedroom. "And right now I want you!" He stopped and looked at her over his shoulder, a small yet sad smirk on his face.
"Then you won't have a problem joinin' me in bed in the mornin' when yer sober then."
And with that, he walked into his room and closed the door behind him.
AN : So Reno DOES have a conscience. Whodathunk it. This chapter got a little hot and heavy. I'm no good with ratings, so if you think it should be upped, let me know! Also, the next chapter is probably my longest yet. Hope you guys are enjoying so far!