Chapter 17: Boots

February 28, 0008

Cloud was out and about in Nibelheim in the middle of the next day. He had been curious about how Tifa's appearance on Romina Ronkin affected her place in the polls.

Finally, he couldn't resist, and stopped in the local pub, which always had a TV running. As if it had been waiting for him, the local news was on. People were being interviewed, and it looked like it was about the Romina Ronkin interview the previous night.

"They're a married couple," one interviewee said. "That's what married couples do. It's what everyone's parents did."

That was obviously a reference to her favorite sex position reveal.

"So she's bi," said another interviewee. "So what? If she's attracted to him, she's attracted to him. It's not our business anyway."

"In our latest poll results," the anchor then announced, "Tifa Strife has once again become a dead-even, with 46% for her, 46% for Jack Balen, and 8% still undecided."

Cloud pulled out his cell phone. He knew Tifa was probably watching as well, but he felt the urge to text her anyway.

"It paid off," he texted. "You're up in the polls. Tied again."

His phone buzzed.

"Woot!" she texted back.

"We just need to work on that remaining 8%," he texted to her.

And then, his ears were filled with the sound of an explosion.

It was then followed by an applause.

No, nothing bad happened. Remember how the north end of Nibelheim had the Shinra Mansion on the left side and a rocky wall on the right? That's when dynamite blasted away the latter.

It was the ground-breaking ceremony for the new legislative building, Republic Hall. All members of the upper and lower houses had been elected four days after Bismarck's suicide, but were currently working remotely out of their private homes until Republic Hall was to be completed, sometime at the end of the year.

More houses were expected to be built in Nibelheim, as it was the Western Continent's capital. The population was expected to triple.

Then, Cloud felt his phone buzz again.

"I need your help," she texted. "Come home at six."

"Everything ok?" he texted back.

"I'm cooking for you," she replied. "And I need you next to me."

Cloud decided to be frank and honest.

"I can't cook to save my life," he texted.

Moments later, his phone buzzed.

"I'll probably be cold," she clarified, "so I'll need your body warmth."

"Cold by the stove?" he texted.

This sounded rather odd.

"Yeah," she replied. "Because I'll be wearing just my boots."

That was all it took to win him over for the day. Tifa didn't send sexy texts that often, but, when she did, she hooked him good.

Cloud immediately began watching the clock.

LATER….

Cloud arrived home promptly at six. When he arrived, he noticed that all the curtains on the first floor were closed. His hand trembled as he unlocked the door, knowing exactly what he would find when he entered.

He opened the door, revealing a peaceful light in the foyer. He peeked in the parlor; nobody was there. He went to the dining-room, which was deserted as well. Then, realizing he was being cooked for, he went straight to the kitchen.

There stood Tifa, smiling lovingly at him. Sure enough, she was wearing a pair of sexy black boots that stopped several inches below her knees.

She also had her robe on.

Cloud found it somewhat of a letdown, even though he knew the robe would come off at any moment, revealing her in all her glory.

"You're right on time!" she greeted.

Cloud tried to think of a sexy response, but that was not something he was good at.

"Okay," she said, well aware of what he was waiting for.

She began to undo her robe.

She stopped.

"You will keep me warm, won't you?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes," replied Cloud, with a slight tone of impatience in his voice.

Tifa smiled and resumed undoing her robe.

She stopped again.

"Hey, we really need to stream that Putty the Little Dog special sometime," she insisted. "I heard that's the funniest thing ever."

"Sure thing," he said, the impatience more audible this time.

Tifa laughed and finished doing what she was doing.

The robe fell to the ground.

Cloud looked on in wonder as his beautiful wife stood before him in full nudity.

It was then that he noticed that Tifa was in full makeup, and her fingernails and toenails were newly painted. She also had crystal teardrop earrings on, and well as a gold necklace with an emerald pendant (her birthstone).

She was presently known to be a presidential candidate.

But, for tonight, she was a princess.

Wearing nothing but her boots.

Cloud slowly approached his wife, wrapping his arms around her bare waist and pressing his lips against hers.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you," he whispered back.

She smiled at him and stroked his spiky hair.

"Well," she said, "you must be starving."

She then turned to the counter and began to make them dinner. For about five minutes, Cloud watched his naked wife cut vegetables.

Then, he got chastised.

"Cloud," she called in a playfully annoyed tone of voice, "you promised to keep your wife warm!"

Cloud duly got up and allowed Tifa to press her nude body against his clothed one.

"That's better," she said before kissing her husband again.

She continued to cut food, but would frequently stop to kiss him passionately. Although Tifa was usually anything but submissive, this particular situation was quickly beginning to turn her on.

As for Cloud, well, the situation was obvious. Seeing his beautiful, twenty-year-old wife cook for him in the nude was almost too much, to say nothing of the fact she seemed out of character. Being the dominant one in the marriage, a CMNF situation was one of the last things even I would think she would want.

She finished cooking, and set the table. She then sat across from Cloud, to give him a view of her exposed breasts. They ate their dinner, and Tifa made every effort to keep the conversation at least somewhat naughty. She wanted to see how long he could go without jumping her.

Or how long she could go without jumping him.

"So Cloud," she began, "if I lose this thing, what would you think about buying a boat?"

"A boat?" he asked.

"I've been watching sailing videos lately," she continued. "Couples just sailing around the world without a care."

"Maybe," he said.

"We can sail naked," she suggested with a naughty grin.

"I'll admit I'll like that," Cloud said.

So that was Tifa's naughty desire; sailing naked with Cloud. But, in my book, it doesn't beat an all-nude double date.

Suddenly, halfway through their dinner, Tifa got up out of her seat and walked over to Cloud; her boots clacking the floor all the way.

"Everything okay?" Cloud asked.

Smiling, the naked Tifa took both of her husband's hands and lifted him to his feet.

"Dance with me," she commanded.

That again. But, in this case, it was quite romantic and intimate.

Cloud took Tifa's bare hips and began to rock her gently.

And he kissed her.

He kissed her cheek.

He kissed her on the mouth, their tongues passionately pressing together.

He kissed her neck, causing Tifa to roll her head back and let out a soft, sexy moan of pleasure.

And then, he placed his hand on her bare left breast.

In response, Tifa passionately kissed her husband as they slowly made their way over toward the counter.

Consensual or not, never touch Tifa's butt. If it's not consensual, she'll beat the shit out of you. If it is consensual, she will quickly demand sex, and won't take no for an answer.

Cloud would soon find out the hard way. During one of their passionate kisses, he reached down and rubbed Tifa's exposed buttocks with both of his hands.

"How does that feel?" he whispered.

"Good," she whispered back before placing her lips against his again and pressing their tongues together.

He squeezed her butt with both hands, causing her to let out another sexy moan, louder than before.

She then broke the kiss.

"Alright, pervert," she announced. "Sex. Right here and right now."

She turned around and leaned forward on the counter.

Cloud unzipped his pants, deciding to otherwise keep them on.

He grabbed her bare hips.

LATER…

Cloud zipped his pants back up as Tifa caught her breath.

Of course, my publisher won't allow the explicit details, though what Tifa said next could certainly sum them up.

"That was incredible!" she gasped before turning around and kissing her husband.

And then, she yawned.

"And I thought it was men who always fell asleep afterward!" she laughed.

Cloud carried her up the stairs, another thing she rarely let him do. Once in the bedroom, he changed into his pajamas; Tifa decided to remain nude, though she finally ditched the boots.

"I want to sleep in your arms," Tifa requested.

"No problem," Cloud agreed.

Moments later, they were under the covers with the lights off.

The war would resume tomorrow.