Twenty one

Cloud was in his shoot for the day, it was a shoot for a huge billboard for a know jeans company to be displayed in the big city, a shoot where he was required to rip his white wife beater while wearing the jeans causing ladies to faint or scream in ecstasy. One lady staff boldly commented on how 'orgasmic' he looked.

He was currently on his break, fidgeting and restless as Tifa was out once again to do rehearsals for fashion week, he cursed his blasted hectic schedule which caused him not to be included on the show. He thought of Vincent, he should have threatened the guy that Tifa was his fiance. He was lost on imagining himself strangling Vincent when his phone vibrated, indicating that he has a message, he checked on his phone then he smiled when he saw the name 'My Trollie' on the screen.

Hi, how's my Grumpie doing? Right now, I'm having lunch with Vincent, how about you? Have you eaten?

He narrowed his eyes dangerously at the name 'Vincent' then he started breathing heavily like he was going to die, he immediately dialed her number then he angrily listened to the ringing sound.

"Grumpie..."

"What the hell Tifa?!"

"What?" He could hear the amusement in her voice.

"You know I can't stand that guy!" He could hear her giggling, then she started laughing. "What's so funny?!"

"I was just messing with you, Vincent is with another friend, I'm eating alone. But... Glad to know that you're very jealous, I'm really flattered." She said with another giggle. Cloud's eyes hardened before he exhaled with his eyes closed.

"Of course I'm jealous! Because you're mine you hear me?!" He yelled.

"Yes, yes... I know." She paused. "I love you my Grumpie." She said gently, Cloud tried his best to fight his impending huge grin of super success but failing, making him look like a creeper.

"Whatever, bye!" He yelled before he ended the call angrily, then he smirked. Then he started texting.

I love you my Trollie.

Tifa smirked as she read Cloud's message, even though he had stopped verbally abusing her, or anybody else for that matter, his temper was still there but she found it pretty funny. She will deal with that one next.

Cloud Strife was back to his bachelor pad after his exhausting day, he was looking forward for a night of relaxation while waiting for Tifa to come home to him. She had been staying for a few days since the start of their relationship, a real one this time, but they haven't done anything 'too intimate', much to his dismay, but he respected Tifa, she said she wasn't ready to have her 'flower ripped apart by his trouser snake', her words.

He was about to go do his evening shower when his doorbell rang. He smiled, then his smile instantly faded.

Didn't she brought her key with her? He asked himself then he went for the door. When he opened it, his face changed into shock when he saw Aerith standing there, and she looked like that she was on the verge of tears.

"What the... What the hell are you doin-" He stopped talking when she suddenly launched herself into his chest to hug him tight.

"Oh Cloud, I missed you... I came here to take you back." She reeked of alcohol and was swaying slightly.

"What the!-" But she caught him off guard and kissed him square on the mouth, Cloud, too shocked to moved an inch just stayed still, both of them oblivious to the shocked and wide eyed brunette who was seeing everything.

Tifa couldn't believe what she was seeing, it this what he's been doing while I was away? She thought with her eyes swimming with tears, by the time Cloud pushed Aerith off him, he saw Tifa running away from the door, his eyes widened in shock before he took off to follow her.

"Tifa!" He yelled on her retreating back. "TIFA!" But she kept running.

"Go away!" She yelled back, when she reached the elevator, she rapidly pressed the down button while cursing. Cloud suddenly grabbed her arms then turned her around.

"Tifa! Listen to me!"

"Stop trying to make excuses!" She yelled while she shook, angry tears falling down her cheeks.

"Trollie..."

"Don't you Trollie me! What, you're doing this because I'm not ready to have sex with you?!" She asked while angrily wiped her tears.

"No! Just listen! She kissed me! She suddenly showed up here hammered as fuck and she suddenly kissed me while pressing her breasts hard on my chest! Saying shit about wanting me back! Like I would allow that! I have you now in my life!" He yelled while he held her arms in desperation.

"I didn't need to hear that breast pressing thing."

"You have to believe me Trollie." Tifa glared at him for a while.

"Is that for real?" She asked. "You're not messing with head?" She asked again, Cloud couldn't help but chuckle at his lovable fiancee.

"No, I'm messing with your head."

"Oh Cloudy poo..." Aerith's singsong voice sounded through the halls which made him grimace.

"I got it." Tifa said before she started walking towards the green eyed model.

"What the hell are you doing he-" Aerith tried to trash talk her but she stopped. Cloud groaned with a sour look when Tifa suddenly punched Aerith square in the gut, which made her suddenly throw up all the alcohol she had consumed on the carpeted floor.

"OH MY GODS!" Cloud screamed on top of his lungs like a sissy girl. Tifa backed away, disgusted.

"Stupid move." She said with a sheepish grimace.

"You think?" Cloud said, half amused, half annoyed.

"Call house keeping." She said.

"That's disgusting." Cloud said before he slowly went back to his house to call. Tifa helped Aerith up after she was done retching.

"That'll teach you not to mess with me, you sneaky little biotch." She said before Aerith started weeping.

"Okay... Okay..." She said absentmindedly while she whined. "My tummy hurts, I need my medicine."

"What the hell were you thinking taking back my man?" She asked the drunk model.

"I want my Zack." Aerith said, ignoring what Tifa had just said.

"This one needs a good smack on the head."

Tifa sighed as she watched Aerith as she slept on the couch. She had already called Zack so he can pick her up. She just made an excuse for the model that she landed there, all drunk and confused, Zack told her that they had a huge fight that morning, but Tifa thought it was not an excuse for pressing her breasts into Cloud.

"You okay now?" Cloud asked her while he rubbed her back, she nodded.

"I'm fine. She's not though." She pointed at Aerith.

"She'll be fine once Zack gets here."

"Well, I hope he comes soon because I still have a mission to do." She said before she started walking away. Cloud tilted his head with a confused look.

"What mission?" He asked. Tifa looked over her shoulder with a nasty smirk on her face.

"The deflowering of Tifa Lockhart." She said and her smirk grew bigger, Cloud stared at her like she has ten heads before he processed what she had just said. Then his eyes widened at an alarming rate as he watched Tifa walking away, her hips swaying dangerously and his pants didn't fail to respond.

Holy... Fucking... Shit...

A/N: Poor Aerith. lol.