Aerith lies sprawled on the bed, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. Her cheeks burn from exertion, and tears streak her flushed face. Though the room is silent now, the phantom tingles of Tifa and Yuffie's relentless teasing still dance across her skin. She tugs weakly at the scarves restraining her wrists and ankles, but they hold firm.
For now, she's alone. Tifa and Yuffie stepped out a moment ago, leaving her to catch her breath. "No more..." she mutters under her breath, her voice hoarse from laughing. She tugs again at the scarves, testing them more out of frustration than hope.
The door creaks open, and Aerith's stomach sinks. Tifa and Yuffie stride back in, their grins promising more mischief. Tifa carries a glass of water, her expression surprisingly gentle as she sits on the edge of the bed. "Here," she says softly, bringing the glass to Aerith's lips.
Aerith drinks greedily, the cool water soothing her parched throat. "Thanks," she murmurs, her voice still shaky.
Tifa sets the glass aside and leans in close, brushing a damp strand of hair away from Aerith's flushed face. She plants a soft kiss on Aerith's cheek, her warm lips lingering for a moment. Aerith blinks in surprise, but before she can respond, Tifa whispers in her ear, her tone low and teasing. "That was only part one."
Aerith's eyes widen in alarm, and she shakes her head frantically. "No! Tifa, please, I can't—"
Tifa cuts her off by nuzzling into the crook of her neck. Her soft lips graze Aerith's sensitive skin, drawing an immediate reaction. Aerith bursts into giggles, her body squirming as much as the restraints allow.
"Tifa, stop! That tickles!" Aerith cries, her voice high-pitched and frantic.
Tifa chuckles softly, her breath warm against Aerith's neck. "Even here? You're too easy, Aerith." She trails light kisses along her neck, delighting in the way Aerith squeals and twists beneath her.
Yuffie watches from the foot of the bed, her grin wicked. "Alright, enough warm-up!" she declares, pulling a black handkerchief from her pocket.
Aerith's green eyes widen as Yuffie ties the handkerchief snugly over them, plunging her into darkness. "Yuffie, no! I can't—"
"Can't what?" Yuffie teases, her voice full of mischief. "Take it? I don't think so!"
The blindfold only adds to Aerith's helplessness. Without her sight, she can't see their movements or guess where the next touch will land. Her breathing quickens, the anticipation making her skin prickle as every nerve stands on edge.
Yuffie starts by lightly tracing her fingers over Aerith's sides, earning a sharp gasp and a burst of helpless laughter. "See? She loves it!" Yuffie exclaims, her fingers dancing over Aerith's ribs with precision.
Tifa joins in, her hands finding Aerith's thighs and kneading the soft flesh. Aerith's laughter grows hysterical as she bucks against the bed, her movements erratic.
"Wait, wait! Please!" Aerith begs, her voice breaking between gasps.
But Yuffie has found a new target. Her fingers zero in on Aerith's love handles, just above her hips, and the reaction is immediate. Aerith shrieks, her body twisting violently as she tries to evade the maddening sensations. "Not there! Please, not there!" she cries, her laughter uncontrollable.
"Looks like we found another weak spot," Yuffie says gleefully, her fingers relentless.
The tickling becomes even more unpredictable as Tifa and Yuffie switch positions every few moments. Tifa moves to Aerith's underarms, her light, teasing touches drawing high-pitched squeals from Aerith. Meanwhile, Yuffie tickles her feet, her nails skimming the arches and making Aerith's toes curl tightly. Then they swap again—Yuffie attacks her ribs while Tifa zeroes in on her waist.
The blindfold amplifies everything. Aerith never knows whose hands are touching her or where the next attack will land. Her laughter rises to hysterical heights, her voice hoarse as she twists and writhes beneath them.
As Aerith writhes, her frantic squirming causes the delicate lace of her panties to slip lower on her hips, revealing a hint of the smooth curve beneath. The unexpected shift exposes more of her vulnerable skin, a detail that catches Tifa's attention. Tifa slows her attack, her fingers decelerating over Aerith's sides. "Alright, I think she's had enough," she says.
But Yuffie, in her gleeful recklessness, fails to notice the shift in the moment and makes one last impulsive move. With a sudden, careless tug, she rips Aerith's panties free entirely, exposing all of the bare skin.
A stunned silence fills the room as the tickling comes to a screeching halt. Tifa's eyes widen, and her jaw drops in disbelief.
"Well, that was unexpected," Aerith mutters, her voice strained as she pants heavily, her body still reacting to the chaotic onslaught.
Tifa looks at Yuffie, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Yuffie!" she snaps, her voice sharp. "What the hell?"
Yuffie sheepishly scratches the back of her head, but a grin creeps onto her face. "Oops? I didn't mean to—uh, it just came off!"
Tifa sighs, shaking her head but holding back a chuckle. "You're impossible," she mutters under her breath, though there's a playful glint in her eyes as she crosses her arms.
Yuffie, clearly not backing down, raises her hands in mock surrender. "Hey, at least I didn't go for the bra!"
Tifa's eyes flicker up, only to notice that the lace of Aerith's bralette has also become loosened with the constant movement, exposing more of her chest. She rolls her eyes and sighs, but the corner of her mouth twitches upward in an unspoken understanding. "I think that's enough for today, don't you?" she says, nodding toward Aerith.
Yuffie nods, finally seeming to regain her composure. "Yeah... okay. But it was fun, right?"
Aerith manages a small, exhausted smile. "I'll survive... maybe."
With that, Tifa moves to untie Aerith's restraints, her hands gentle as she releases her. "You're free now. No more surprises, I promise," she says, though the mischievous glint in her eye suggests she might not be entirely truthful.
As the last of the tension leaves the room, Aerith stretches her arms above her head, feeling the freedom return. "Never again, though," she mutters to herself, her voice lacking the weight it had before. There's a quiet chuckle from Tifa and Yuffie as they watch her, a playful air still lingering in the room despite the earlier chaos.