If she's understanding him correctly, then... she helped him find his way again? Who he really is, than who he thought he was? It sounds so much bigger than anything she could imagine herself doing; but then again, just a little while ago she would have said the same about going face to face with fate itself. Her life seems like it's bound to be one surprise after another.
A smaller surprise is the press of his lips against her forehead, his hand on her shoulder - and just like that, the wall crumbles all over again. As does her resolve.
Tifa leans into him, presses her lips into his... although the kiss barely lasts a second before she springs away, her eyes wide, cheeks pink.
Cloud shakes his head slowly. So much has already been changed potentially that he feels certain this kiss didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. On a smaller, more personal level however?
He loved it. Even that brief connection flooded his heart with emotions old and new. When she swiftly pulls back, Cloud smiles in response.
"I've been wanting to kiss you since the moment we got rid of those monsters." When he thought that she was the one he currently knew, that is. Still, much about this Tifa is definitely similar to the other.
The softness of her skin, the occasional bashfulness when they did something new...
With a small smile, Tifa shakes her head. No, even without letting herself finish that thought, she knows what he means. When he saved her, he thought she was his Tifa. Someone she most certainly is not.
Someone who even now she fears for both of them that she may have taken away from him.
And yet despite that knowledge, and the guilt, and everything else that should be stopping her, all she can think about when he smiles at her is that she wants to kiss him again.
"Don't... don't smile at me like that, Cloud." It's said in a near-whisper, her fingers clenching into a fist at her side. "It's not fair."
"Oh. Okay." She's making it pretty clear, so he stands and makes his way over to Fenrir. There's some rummaging around before he comes back with a tent.
"Well, they went to the Chocobo Ranch nearby. It's the only way to cross the marsh without having to fight the Midgar Zolom." He keeps his eyes off of her, instead focusing on unfurling the tent and beginning the parts of setting it up.
"If you want to go, I won't stop you." He's calm as he speaks, his tone understanding. He gets it, he does.
He's understanding where he shouldn't be. Since he arrived here and saved her from the Fangs, she's oscillated constantly between wanting to draw him in and wanting to push him away, and she's done a terrible job of hiding it. It was never her intention and yet somehow it feels like she's toying with him. The careful aversion of his eyes as he works on the tent only serves to deepen the guilt.
"I can't leave you," she replies after a too-long silence, and she stands too, moving over to help him with the tent. Can't, but also won't. "And I have the PHS. If the others need me, they'll let me know."
Tifa takes a deep breath as she works on anchoring the tent. Her mind is caught between two extremes. On one hand, there's the desire to see him safely home, to return him to the her who's surely waiting for him. But on the other, there's the swirling thoughts that won't leave her alone:
What if he never makes it back? Or worse, what if he does get back, only to find that everything is wrong? And, even more selfishly: What if this Cloud isn't in her future? What if their actions against the Harbingers have ruined it for them before they even have a chance to begin?
Tifa has never been good about allowing herself to be vulnerable. And yet here she is. Here they are. Has she hurt him, in her indecisiveness?
She takes a deep breath. "You have no idea how badly I want to," she tells him, her voice a near-whisper. "It's just... It wouldn't be fair to her. To me. Your me."
"I have a better idea than you think." Cloud replies calmly. It's true thanks in part to, well, everything he's experienced, but he doesn't feel like he needs to add to it, so he doesn't. Instead he digs around in the tent and pulls out a portable stove of some sort. He takes his time setting it up, and it isn't until after he uses Fire to light it that Cloud realizes he's been quiet the whole time since.
"Sorry." He tells Tifa, motioning for her to follow him as he heads for the land's edge. "I wasn't trying to ignore you. Just didn't know what else to say."
Cloud pulls out a contractible fishing rod and takes a seat. It's gonna be fish for dinner! If he's able to catch anything.
His words, few as they are, only serve to add to the internal maelstrom. Tifa bites her lip but doesn't say anything else, instead watching him set things up around the tent. So when his apology comes, she can only shake her head. It's not like she was talking either. And besides, despite the awkwardness of her own creation, it wasn't an unpleasant silence.
She follows him over the edge, brows lifting when he pulls out a fishing rod, and takes a seat beside him in the grass.
"I didn't know you could fish."
Then again, she supposes now that there's a lot of things she doesn't know about him.
"Not very well." He admits, sitting patiently to wait for a bite.
"I used to be alone a lot on my deliveries; certain things get old pretty fast. So I would try to mix it up." They could have gone to Kalm maybe, but Cloud didn't want to risk something happening to their tent.
"Won't exactly be the best dinner." Cloud finds himself absently wishing for a fish de-boning Materia...
Deliveries, huh? There's an undisguised curiosity in her eyes as her head tilts; deliveryman is a pretty far cry from mercenary. Once again it's there, that urge to ask, to know more than she reasonably should, but this time she smothers it. It's not fair to keep asking questions of him. Especially now, when she's spent the last however long jerking them both back and forth, and when her heart and mind are threatening to keep doing it the longer she sits here looking at him.
Thankfully, she's spared from the back-and-forth of her own thoughts and feelings for too much longer though, because when Cloud speaks up again, it gives her an idea. For a moment, it's hidden behind her hand in the form of an amused smile, before she offers:
"Let's make a deal, then. You fish, I'll cook. I can probably find a few herbs around here to flavor it, too. Okay?"
Cloud doesn't even bat an eye or hesitate in his response. "Sounds good." He looks to her and gives her an approving nod, careful not to smile too much at her--instead Tifa gets a small smirk. Still it doesn't even matter: the look in his eyes betrays him.
The warmth, the love--the appreciation--it's all there in his Mako-tinged eyes. Then they pull away to look back out to the ocean. He fishes for a bit and does catch a couple of nice sized types, then takes to scaling them to remove...you know..the scales, does his best to pull out bones and filet the fish up before cooking them.
Every now and again, Cloud can't help but look Tifa's way, even if he doesn't say anything while he works.
The look in his eyes is enough to send another shiver down her spine, heat pooling in her stomach. Warmth, love, appreciation - all of them are clear, easy to understand even without his having to say anything at all.
It's terrifying.
Tifa is almost grateful for the chance to break away from him for a little, to look around for something they can use to season the fish in some way. She's not expecting much - after all, the land around Midgar is largely barren, drained of its energy by the reactors. Even this far out, plants apart from grass are few and far between. She is able to find a few herbs though, coming back to him just in time for him to have the fish descaled and filleted.
"My turn." It's said with a small smile as she joins him again. "Relax a little, okay?" After all, he's come so far and put in so much work for her already; this is the very least she can do.
"Sure." He's perfectly fine with that and rises to his feet, looking around before stepping back to let Tifa take over.
"Wish there was a stream or something nearby." He grumbles, totally loud enough for Tifa to hear him. Cloud looks towards the ocean and makes his way to the edge of the continent. He lays flat on his belly and reaches over the edge while Tifa busies herself with seasoning and such.
splish splash goes the water as Cloud basically washes his hands in it. Sure it's all scales and blood and such, but it's the ocean! Fish do that to each other all the time. "Whoops--!" A much bigger splash can be heard as Cloud one hundred percent slips and falls into the ocean.
The smile curving her lips broadens a touch in response to his grumbling. The whole moment feels almost domestic, despite the initial strangeness of their encounter and how mixed her feelings seem determined to remain. Still, it seems that he's able to find a quick enough solution, and so she turns her attention back to the fish, preparing it with the few herbs she's managed to find.
She's just placed the filets on the grill when the splash sounds behind her, and she whirls around, her eyes wide. "Shit..!"
Fish forgotten, she sprints over to the water's edge, searching the waves for a sign of him.
"Cloud?!"
Can he swim? What if he can't swim? It's not like Nibelheim was coastal... Panic dictating her speed, Tifa tears off her boots and gauntlet, leaving them in the grassy dirt as she prepares to dive in right behind him.
His head bobs up in enough time that Tifa need not worry about soaking herself to help him. It's almost comical in a way really. It isn't unlike a the way a fishing bob might do it.
bob bob
Then his head shows above the water completely, Cloud crossing the little bit of distance to the bit of earth there. He's just going to cut a little foothold with his smaller sword and then from there he just "Hup!" jumps up and over her.
He lands safe and solid on his feet and sheathes his smaller sword back in place. Now he's all wet though. "I'm all wet." See?
It's a sigh of relief that washes over her when Cloud resurfaces, the whoosh of air from between her lips no doubt audible to him. She turns when he leaps over her, a hint of an amused smile tugging at her lips. He is all wet, the water running off him in streams now.
She shakes her head. "That's what happens when you fall in the ocean, Cloud."
Still, she wouldn't be Tifa if she didn't worry about him, even over something as little as him being a little waterlogged. With dusk setting in, it's hardly getting any warmer, and the last thing she wants is for him to get sick. Especially when he's come all this way (time?) for her sake.
"You should lay them out by the fire, let them dry."
At least for now, she's forgotten about her own discomfort.
Cloud sloshes his way over to the fire in slow, deliberate steps. His clothing is weighted down by all this water for sure, but it isn't like he couldn't manage if he had to. He just doesn't care to right now, thanks.
He's quick to listen to Tifa though, pulling off his shirt before he even reaches the camp. It soaked up the water in crazy amounts, and as he squeezes it to try and relieve it of said H2O, a big load of it is dumped onto the ground. Tifa's also given a nice look at the way his back muscles twist and work--if she's even looking.
Cloud's busying himself with whipping the shirt a bit just to get more air to it and all that, but stops once he gets close enough to the fire. He doesn't want to put it out or anything like that. So next are is boots, and then his pants. Thankfully there's underwear or Tifa would likely have a stroke; she might still have one because even with the fabric on, it's still soaked and clinging to every bit of him.
She can easily see the shape of his ass as she approaches from behind, and if she can see that, she can see something else if she troubles herself to come around and face him. That's when he turns around suddenly! Tifa need not worry however, his pile of clothes helps cover his front so that part of him remains a mystery still.
"I'm going to put these in the tent." He tells her, moving to toss the shirt in first. When he leans to that? The tight muscle that is his butt gives a nice shift. The boots are placed on the ground, and then he moves off to the side some to give his pants a good wrenching away from their place of sleep.
Oh, now the cheeks are clenching while he works on the pants..."Don't worry, I'll keep these on still." He tells her suddenly--not because he thinks she's looking, but because she seemed so troubled earlier about him even smiling. Surely if he sat naked around her, that would be an issue for her as well? So he turns to face her and tosses the pants in the tent and off to the side somewhere to finally join her by the fire.
"Looks good." He says, complimenting the fish so far as he just...stands there all cut and chiseled. Worse yet, he seems just a tiny bit thicker than her Cloud. Nothing crazy or anything, just the sort of detail a Cloud watcher like herself might pick up on.
Almost as soon as the words meet the air, Tifa realizes that she's probably just made a really big mistake. It was hard enough to keep her eyes off him before, and she's just gone ahead and invited him to take his clothes off. Great job, really.
She's quick to move back to the stove, putting her attention on the fish. She's preparing their dinner, not ogling him.
Or so she tells herself.
In reality, it's impossible to prevent herself from peeking out of the corners of her eyes, watching as he moves around the makeshift campsite, muscles shifting as he squeezes the water out of his clothes. She manages a weak smile when he tells her of his intention to keep his underwear on - but really she wants to ask him what the point of that is when she can see his glutes shifting against the fabric with every movement.
He's all muscle. Surely he could just pick her up and...
The compliment on the fish snaps her back into reality, and Tifa blinks, clearing her throat and nodding perhaps a little too stiffly, turning her head to give a smile that is definitely too strained.
"I just hope it tastes good. Not a lot of options around here."
"Yeah, guess not. I--" Cloud remembers to step away from the fire to do the one thing he very nearly forgot--to shake his head in order to free his spiky hair of water. He gets a few good shakes in and then stops abruptly, the hair fluffing into place pretty perfectly.
Then Cloud comes back, eyes on the fire. "--I have confidence in you." As well he should; it's not like he cooked anything back home.
It's one thing to be confident in her when she's got all of her usual tools and herbs and spices available. It's another entirely to do so when they're using things she's randomly foraged - oh, and also when she's completely and utterly distracted in her cooking by the way he shakes his hair free of the water.
How is that so sexy? A shake of her own head to clear it and Tifa focuses on the stove again, turning the fish now that the aroma is starting to really permeate the air.
"I, um."
She feels like she should say something, but she's stuck with little more than a helpless smile.
"Hm?" Cloud glances over at Tifa, a question on his lips that dies when he sees the look on her face. She's fine, it looks like. So instead of asking if anything is wrong, he opts for a different path.
"It's okay to enjoy the moment. This, I mean." He motions to the fire, and she knows that he means all of it.
She knows. She knows, and something in the words cuts right to her core, leaving her feeling helpless all over again. Words that she's wanted to hear from him for so long, without even knowing it.
Their dinner forgotten, Tifa lifts her head, her gaze falling to Cloud once more. For the first time since she realized the danger she was in, she allows herself to really look at him: the gentleness in his expression, the strength behind every shift of his muscles, the water still beading in some places on his skin.
"Cloud..."
The thought goes unfinished. Enjoy the moment, he said?
With a few short, determined steps, she finds him, her arms circling his shoulders and her mouth pressing into his, insistent and wanting.
I mean yeah, he did say tha--oh. She's kissing him now! Cloud goes with that easily, his own arms wrapping around Tifa's slender waist to pull her snug against him. There isn't even the slightest hint of hesitation on Cloud's part.
Instead he opens the kiss up, deepens it. After a lengthy moment of holding her against him and basically making out with her, he breaks the kiss, looks Tifa right in the eyes and says: "Get in the tent."
From there he slips away to put out the fire because at some point he's going to eat. He just is. Especially after he's done with her.
By the time he breaks the kiss, Tifa is breathless, her eyes half-lidded as he stares right into them. The promise in those words sends a pleasant shiver down her spine, and she nods, licking her lips as she extracts herself from his arms, watching him for just a moment before she obeys, slipping silently into the tent.
She's sat on the bedroll for all of five seconds before she recognizes the insidious creep of the doubt at the edges of her mind, and she bites her lip. If she doesn't keep the momentum going, her nerve will break, and it'll be over.
That's why, by the time he comes back into the tent, he'll find her already out of her skirt and tank top, and halfway out of the safety shorts that usually hug her thighs. She pauses in her motions when she sees him, and her smile is warm, if a little embarrassed.
"Hey." Cloud subtly looks Tifa up and down for a moment and then approaches, stepping behind her. He pulls the shorts down just enough to expose her ass completely--and then fits her against him. She can feel the bulge pressing between her round and supple cheeks. From there his hands move her own to the hem of her top.
"Need some help?" He asks, speaking softly into her ear as together they slowly lift Tifa's top up and over. Her breasts give a very hearty bounce and wobble as they're freed. There's a soft sound of skin meeting skin as Cloud brings his hands up to them. He fondles her in a way that makes her feel as if he knows her body better than she herself does.
It makes sense of course, because he's from the future, and who knows how many times him and the older--ah, but now it's her turn, and she's reaping big time benefits from it. Each inch of her that his fingers and palms rub, squeeze, and generally claim seem to be all in the name of pleasing her.
And doing it just how she likes. As he knows she likes. "You can move against me, if you want." He murmurs into her ear, taking hold of the outer shell of it with his teeth. Just as he gives it the tiniest of tugs, he does the same with Tifa's nipples, trapping both between the fingers of each hand to do so.
There should be something uncomfortable about being pulled back into him when his underwear is still wet from his accidental ocean swim. But she barely even notices the damp; she's far too focused on the bulge pressing up against her, the lips against her ear.
With his help, she's free of the restrictive sports bra, a sigh of relief on her lips that quickly becomes a trembling moan, Tifa's head tilting back against Cloud's shoulder as he fondles her, her back arching into the touches. Every movement of his fingers against her skin sends a spark of pleasure between her legs. She already feels overwhelmed in all the best ways, his touches awakening pleasure she's never felt, ever. She didn't even know she could feel this good.
If she wants? She's given in completely now, guilty and hesitance be damned. She wants everything he's willing to let her have. And so at the suggestion, Tifa... well, she can't find the words when he's tugging on her ear and nipples; all that comes out is a helpless little whimper. But the agreement is implicit in the way she starts to shift her hips back against him, rubbing her ass into his clothed erection.
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If she's understanding him correctly, then... she helped him find his way again? Who he really is, than who he thought he was? It sounds so much bigger than anything she could imagine herself doing; but then again, just a little while ago she would have said the same about going face to face with fate itself. Her life seems like it's bound to be one surprise after another.
A smaller surprise is the press of his lips against her forehead, his hand on her shoulder - and just like that, the wall crumbles all over again. As does her resolve.
Tifa leans into him, presses her lips into his... although the kiss barely lasts a second before she springs away, her eyes wide, cheeks pink.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."
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He loved it. Even that brief connection flooded his heart with emotions old and new. When she swiftly pulls back, Cloud smiles in response.
"I've been wanting to kiss you since the moment we got rid of those monsters." When he thought that she was the one he currently knew, that is. Still, much about this Tifa is definitely similar to the other.
The softness of her skin, the occasional bashfulness when they did something new...
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With a small smile, Tifa shakes her head. No, even without letting herself finish that thought, she knows what he means. When he saved her, he thought she was his Tifa. Someone she most certainly is not.
Someone who even now she fears for both of them that she may have taken away from him.
And yet despite that knowledge, and the guilt, and everything else that should be stopping her, all she can think about when he smiles at her is that she wants to kiss him again.
"Don't... don't smile at me like that, Cloud." It's said in a near-whisper, her fingers clenching into a fist at her side. "It's not fair."
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"Well, they went to the Chocobo Ranch nearby. It's the only way to cross the marsh without having to fight the Midgar Zolom." He keeps his eyes off of her, instead focusing on unfurling the tent and beginning the parts of setting it up.
"If you want to go, I won't stop you." He's calm as he speaks, his tone understanding. He gets it, he does.
That just might make it all worse.
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"I can't leave you," she replies after a too-long silence, and she stands too, moving over to help him with the tent. Can't, but also won't. "And I have the PHS. If the others need me, they'll let me know."
Tifa takes a deep breath as she works on anchoring the tent. Her mind is caught between two extremes. On one hand, there's the desire to see him safely home, to return him to the her who's surely waiting for him. But on the other, there's the swirling thoughts that won't leave her alone:
What if he never makes it back? Or worse, what if he does get back, only to find that everything is wrong?
And, even more selfishly: What if this Cloud isn't in her future? What if their actions against the Harbingers have ruined it for them before they even have a chance to begin?
Tifa has never been good about allowing herself to be vulnerable. And yet here she is. Here they are. Has she hurt him, in her indecisiveness?
She takes a deep breath. "You have no idea how badly I want to," she tells him, her voice a near-whisper. "It's just... It wouldn't be fair to her. To me. Your me."
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"Sorry." He tells Tifa, motioning for her to follow him as he heads for the land's edge. "I wasn't trying to ignore you. Just didn't know what else to say."
Cloud pulls out a contractible fishing rod and takes a seat. It's gonna be fish for dinner! If he's able to catch anything.
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She follows him over the edge, brows lifting when he pulls out a fishing rod, and takes a seat beside him in the grass.
"I didn't know you could fish."
Then again, she supposes now that there's a lot of things she doesn't know about him.
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"I used to be alone a lot on my deliveries; certain things get old pretty fast. So I would try to mix it up." They could have gone to Kalm maybe, but Cloud didn't want to risk something happening to their tent.
"Won't exactly be the best dinner." Cloud finds himself absently wishing for a fish de-boning Materia...
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Thankfully, she's spared from the back-and-forth of her own thoughts and feelings for too much longer though, because when Cloud speaks up again, it gives her an idea. For a moment, it's hidden behind her hand in the form of an amused smile, before she offers:
"Let's make a deal, then. You fish, I'll cook. I can probably find a few herbs around here to flavor it, too. Okay?"
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The warmth, the love--the appreciation--it's all there in his Mako-tinged eyes. Then they pull away to look back out to the ocean. He fishes for a bit and does catch a couple of nice sized types, then takes to scaling them to remove...you know..the scales, does his best to pull out bones and filet the fish up before cooking them.
Every now and again, Cloud can't help but look Tifa's way, even if he doesn't say anything while he works.
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It's terrifying.
Tifa is almost grateful for the chance to break away from him for a little, to look around for something they can use to season the fish in some way. She's not expecting much - after all, the land around Midgar is largely barren, drained of its energy by the reactors. Even this far out, plants apart from grass are few and far between. She is able to find a few herbs though, coming back to him just in time for him to have the fish descaled and filleted.
"My turn." It's said with a small smile as she joins him again. "Relax a little, okay?" After all, he's come so far and put in so much work for her already; this is the very least she can do.
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"Wish there was a stream or something nearby." He grumbles, totally loud enough for Tifa to hear him. Cloud looks towards the ocean and makes his way to the edge of the continent. He lays flat on his belly and reaches over the edge while Tifa busies herself with seasoning and such.
splish splash goes the water as Cloud basically washes his hands in it. Sure it's all scales and blood and such, but it's the ocean! Fish do that to each other all the time. "Whoops--!" A much bigger splash can be heard as Cloud one hundred percent slips and falls into the ocean.
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She's just placed the filets on the grill when the splash sounds behind her, and she whirls around, her eyes wide. "Shit..!"
Fish forgotten, she sprints over to the water's edge, searching the waves for a sign of him.
"Cloud?!"
Can he swim? What if he can't swim? It's not like Nibelheim was coastal... Panic dictating her speed, Tifa tears off her boots and gauntlet, leaving them in the grassy dirt as she prepares to dive in right behind him.
She'll just give him a few seconds...
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bob bob
Then his head shows above the water completely, Cloud crossing the little bit of distance to the bit of earth there. He's just going to cut a little foothold with his smaller sword and then from there he just "Hup!" jumps up and over her.
He lands safe and solid on his feet and sheathes his smaller sword back in place. Now he's all wet though. "I'm all wet." See?
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She shakes her head. "That's what happens when you fall in the ocean, Cloud."
Still, she wouldn't be Tifa if she didn't worry about him, even over something as little as him being a little waterlogged. With dusk setting in, it's hardly getting any warmer, and the last thing she wants is for him to get sick. Especially when he's come all this way (time?) for her sake.
"You should lay them out by the fire, let them dry."
At least for now, she's forgotten about her own discomfort.
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He's quick to listen to Tifa though, pulling off his shirt before he even reaches the camp. It soaked up the water in crazy amounts, and as he squeezes it to try and relieve it of said H2O, a big load of it is dumped onto the ground. Tifa's also given a nice look at the way his back muscles twist and work--if she's even looking.
Cloud's busying himself with whipping the shirt a bit just to get more air to it and all that, but stops once he gets close enough to the fire. He doesn't want to put it out or anything like that. So next are is boots, and then his pants. Thankfully there's underwear or Tifa would likely have a stroke; she might still have one because even with the fabric on, it's still soaked and clinging to every bit of him.
She can easily see the shape of his ass as she approaches from behind, and if she can see that, she can see something else if she troubles herself to come around and face him. That's when he turns around suddenly! Tifa need not worry however, his pile of clothes helps cover his front so that part of him remains a mystery still.
"I'm going to put these in the tent." He tells her, moving to toss the shirt in first. When he leans to that? The tight muscle that is his butt gives a nice shift. The boots are placed on the ground, and then he moves off to the side some to give his pants a good wrenching away from their place of sleep.
Oh, now the cheeks are clenching while he works on the pants..."Don't worry, I'll keep these on still." He tells her suddenly--not because he thinks she's looking, but because she seemed so troubled earlier about him even smiling. Surely if he sat naked around her, that would be an issue for her as well? So he turns to face her and tosses the pants in the tent and off to the side somewhere to finally join her by the fire.
"Looks good." He says, complimenting the fish so far as he just...stands there all cut and chiseled. Worse yet, he seems just a tiny bit thicker than her Cloud. Nothing crazy or anything, just the sort of detail a Cloud watcher like herself might pick up on.
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She's quick to move back to the stove, putting her attention on the fish. She's preparing their dinner, not ogling him.
Or so she tells herself.
In reality, it's impossible to prevent herself from peeking out of the corners of her eyes, watching as he moves around the makeshift campsite, muscles shifting as he squeezes the water out of his clothes. She manages a weak smile when he tells her of his intention to keep his underwear on - but really she wants to ask him what the point of that is when she can see his glutes shifting against the fabric with every movement.
He's all muscle. Surely he could just pick her up and...
The compliment on the fish snaps her back into reality, and Tifa blinks, clearing her throat and nodding perhaps a little too stiffly, turning her head to give a smile that is definitely too strained.
"I just hope it tastes good. Not a lot of options around here."
XD OoOo~ Cloud: *shakes head* Tifa: *Careless Whisper plays*
Then Cloud comes back, eyes on the fire. "--I have confidence in you." As well he should; it's not like he cooked anything back home.
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How is that so sexy? A shake of her own head to clear it and Tifa focuses on the stove again, turning the fish now that the aroma is starting to really permeate the air.
"I, um."
She feels like she should say something, but she's stuck with little more than a helpless smile.
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"It's okay to enjoy the moment. This, I mean." He motions to the fire, and she knows that he means all of it.
"You deserved it a long time ago."
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Their dinner forgotten, Tifa lifts her head, her gaze falling to Cloud once more. For the first time since she realized the danger she was in, she allows herself to really look at him: the gentleness in his expression, the strength behind every shift of his muscles, the water still beading in some places on his skin.
"Cloud..."
The thought goes unfinished. Enjoy the moment, he said?
With a few short, determined steps, she finds him, her arms circling his shoulders and her mouth pressing into his, insistent and wanting.
Dammit Tifa, the fish! XD
Instead he opens the kiss up, deepens it. After a lengthy moment of holding her against him and basically making out with her, he breaks the kiss, looks Tifa right in the eyes and says: "Get in the tent."
From there he slips away to put out the fire because at some point he's going to eat. He just is. Especially after he's done with her.
Yep, fish totally forgotten. LOL
She's sat on the bedroll for all of five seconds before she recognizes the insidious creep of the doubt at the edges of her mind, and she bites her lip. If she doesn't keep the momentum going, her nerve will break, and it'll be over.
That's why, by the time he comes back into the tent, he'll find her already out of her skirt and tank top, and halfway out of the safety shorts that usually hug her thighs. She pauses in her motions when she sees him, and her smile is warm, if a little embarrassed.
"Hi."
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"Need some help?" He asks, speaking softly into her ear as together they slowly lift Tifa's top up and over. Her breasts give a very hearty bounce and wobble as they're freed. There's a soft sound of skin meeting skin as Cloud brings his hands up to them. He fondles her in a way that makes her feel as if he knows her body better than she herself does.
It makes sense of course, because he's from the future, and who knows how many times him and the older--ah, but now it's her turn, and she's reaping big time benefits from it. Each inch of her that his fingers and palms rub, squeeze, and generally claim seem to be all in the name of pleasing her.
And doing it just how she likes. As he knows she likes. "You can move against me, if you want." He murmurs into her ear, taking hold of the outer shell of it with his teeth. Just as he gives it the tiniest of tugs, he does the same with Tifa's nipples, trapping both between the fingers of each hand to do so.
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With his help, she's free of the restrictive sports bra, a sigh of relief on her lips that quickly becomes a trembling moan, Tifa's head tilting back against Cloud's shoulder as he fondles her, her back arching into the touches. Every movement of his fingers against her skin sends a spark of pleasure between her legs. She already feels overwhelmed in all the best ways, his touches awakening pleasure she's never felt, ever. She didn't even know she could feel this good.
If she wants? She's given in completely now, guilty and hesitance be damned. She wants everything he's willing to let her have. And so at the suggestion, Tifa... well, she can't find the words when he's tugging on her ear and nipples; all that comes out is a helpless little whimper. But the agreement is implicit in the way she starts to shift her hips back against him, rubbing her ass into his clothed erection.
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