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.
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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.
"That's my girl." He whispers into Tifa's ear, hands working their magic on her: he palms, rubs, pinches, squeezes. Each motion is not one wasted, each geared in pressure and roughness to what he knows she generally likes. He could probably make the younger Tifa come with these actions alone if he wanted.
Something to try back in his own timeline, perhaps. Really surprise her with it when he gets back home. For now he waits, biding his time as he fondles this timeline's Tifa with next to no restraint. When she feels him hard against her is when he makes his next move: he releases her breasts to pull his own underwear down just under his ass.
Cloud's hands move to Tifa's hips, and guiding her with a slight lift to get her onto her toes, eases her onto his stiff and awaiting cock. He fills her, hands sliding back up to grab handfuls of Tifa's tits. He squeezes and holds on, Tifa tight and welcoming just like she had been their first time together before.
Like then, he gives her a moment long enough to be ready..and then he starts to move. Tifa's large breasts jiggle within his grasp on her, the amount she receives dictated by how far down onto her own feet Tifa is willing to rest.
For just a moment, his words bring a fresh wave of guilt. She's not his girl. That title belongs quite clearly to some future version of herself, someone who's taken every step of his journey with him. She's important to him, in a way she herself never can be. It's a fleeting thought, though, one chased away just as quickly as it surfaces by the motions of his hands, the feeling of his growing arousal against her ass as she rubs and grinds against him. How can she worry when she can feel her muscles clenching on nothing in sheer anticipation of what's to come?
The anticipation is also why she makes that soft sound of protest when his fingers leave her, even if it's just for a moment, even if she knows why. Her head twists, trying to get a glimpse of him, but he's back against her just like that. And Tifa's vaguely kind of glad that they're out in the middle of nowhere, because the sound that she makes as she's lowered onto him is something too desperate, too loud. There's a flush of pink on her cheeks as one hand comes up to cover her mouth, as if doing so will stop her from making any future sounds. The other arm winds up over Cloud's shoulder, behind his neck, trying to hold him close as she feels him start moving against her.
It's overwhelming, and for now she doesn't dare lower her feet; she feels like she might fall apart if she has too much of him too soon.
Cloud uses nothing more than the power of his hips, rolling them against Tifa as they hold one another there in the middle of the tent.
The movement is simple but effective, pulled off easily by the gifted physical nature of all those that survived being bathed in Mako. The ease in which he does this doesn't even begin to take away from the primal appearance of the pair. Instead of simply holding on to Tifa's generous and beyond ample chest, Cloud takes to moving his hands over them.
He squeezes and fondles her with a hint of firmness in his actions, his breath starting to come out in little audible huffs.
She gasps, and her grip on his neck tightens slightly; there's a need there to cling to something, anything, but held upright like this there's nothing for her to find real purchase on. Her knees are weak, already, just from Cloud's movement against her, and then the mercenary adds his hands to the mix and she moans once more against the gag of her own hand.
"Cloud." She peels her fingers from her lips to gasp his name, her eyes closed, head canting. "Don't... don't let me fall over."
Fingers snap back into place, and then, inch by aching inch, she lowers her feet, her breath shaky and whimpered against her skin, until her soles are flat against the earth, until each of his thrusts feel like they're going to split her in two.
When he feels Tifa start to lower herself fully onto him, Cloud slows his movements to a standstill so she can sink herself good and proper on him. He knew this was her younger self, but he couldn't help thinking back to their first time together for him. To feel her so tight, yet so familiar was pretty wild.
"Don't worry; I'll keep you safe." The words leave his lips easily, because it isn't a difficult choice to make. When he starts to move again, it's with her in mind, starting off a little slow before resuming that earlier speed from before.
It's a relief when he stills his movements to allow her to adjust; without it, Tifa's positive that she'd break. For him, it's a different kind of familiar, but for her it's something she's wanted but never dreamed of having - especially not now, with Aerith in the picture. Between that and the words spoken like a promise, she feels like her heart might just burst.
She just nods, though, eyes closing once more with a new cry against her clasping fingers when he starts to move again, feet staying resolutely flat against the floor despite the part of her that wants to fall apart from how much it all is. At this rate, she doesn't know how long she'll even manage to last..
Cloud knew exactly what he was going to be doing and how he was going to go about this: Tifa wasn't going to be lasting long at all. He's armed with future knowledge of her body. While this Tifa wasn't all that much younger than the one this particular Cloud knew, he was fully aware by now that she was more than tightly wound at this point in her life.
So Cloud takes advantage of this knowledge, seeking to uncoil the woman that he loves--because Tifa is Tifa. So when she does come, she's likely going to be feeling pretty weak in the knees.
Here is where he takes care of her, pausing long enough to slide his hands down to Tifa's arms. He moves them to her side and holds onto them. With her bent over and firmly in Cloud's grasp, he starts to thrust anew in full thrusts, hips smacking against her round cheeks.
Tifa's breasts sway in time with each strong push forward as the sun begins to set..
Forget going to be - Tifa's already feeling weak in the knees, positive that if it wasn't for Cloud's hold on her, she'd collapse straight to the floor. He moves around her body almost with more confidence than even she does, the knowledge of her future self more than evident in how he handles her. There's a slight whimper on her lips when his hands shift her arms, a heat that comes to her cheeks at the realization that he'll hear her more clearly now as she moans and gasps.
He knows her well, and as tightly-wound as she is, there's a part of her even now that feels like the sounds she makes are embarrassing, too raw, too revealing.
Not that she can help it, though; bent over and taking him fully, the sounds fall freely from her lips, no matter how desperately she tries to quiet herself. When she comes, it's with a cry of his name, a broken, shaky sob on her lips, her knees trembling under her weight as she shudders and presses down around his thrusts.
Cloud knew that this wasn't "his" Tifa per se; but there were so many welcoming similarities between the two that he just couldn't help feeling the same way with this one that he does with the one back home.
Like how being with her makes him feel so alive. With his issues, this calms and maintains the young man. He wasn't sure if he ought to use the word soothing to describe it, but what else could it be but that? She helped clear his head back home, and the same thing was happening now. Instead of dwelling on how to get back home, he was focusing on the way Tifa cried out.
Her voice, so soft and light, now so loud and sharp. Her hair falling about, dangling around her, moving in time with her breasts. He imagines them, large and pale, swaying along as he thrusts into her. The way her back arches just enough to put her whole figure on display.
His mouth feels dry; he licks his lips to wet them, eyes lowering to trembling cheeks he was pounding away at. Full, round--they shake with each strong push forward that he gives.
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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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Something to try back in his own timeline, perhaps. Really surprise her with it when he gets back home. For now he waits, biding his time as he fondles this timeline's Tifa with next to no restraint. When she feels him hard against her is when he makes his next move: he releases her breasts to pull his own underwear down just under his ass.
Cloud's hands move to Tifa's hips, and guiding her with a slight lift to get her onto her toes, eases her onto his stiff and awaiting cock. He fills her, hands sliding back up to grab handfuls of Tifa's tits. He squeezes and holds on, Tifa tight and welcoming just like she had been their first time together before.
Like then, he gives her a moment long enough to be ready..and then he starts to move. Tifa's large breasts jiggle within his grasp on her, the amount she receives dictated by how far down onto her own feet Tifa is willing to rest.
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The anticipation is also why she makes that soft sound of protest when his fingers leave her, even if it's just for a moment, even if she knows why. Her head twists, trying to get a glimpse of him, but he's back against her just like that. And Tifa's vaguely kind of glad that they're out in the middle of nowhere, because the sound that she makes as she's lowered onto him is something too desperate, too loud. There's a flush of pink on her cheeks as one hand comes up to cover her mouth, as if doing so will stop her from making any future sounds. The other arm winds up over Cloud's shoulder, behind his neck, trying to hold him close as she feels him start moving against her.
It's overwhelming, and for now she doesn't dare lower her feet; she feels like she might fall apart if she has too much of him too soon.
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The movement is simple but effective, pulled off easily by the gifted physical nature of all those that survived being bathed in Mako. The ease in which he does this doesn't even begin to take away from the primal appearance of the pair. Instead of simply holding on to Tifa's generous and beyond ample chest, Cloud takes to moving his hands over them.
He squeezes and fondles her with a hint of firmness in his actions, his breath starting to come out in little audible huffs.
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"Cloud." She peels her fingers from her lips to gasp his name, her eyes closed, head canting. "Don't... don't let me fall over."
Fingers snap back into place, and then, inch by aching inch, she lowers her feet, her breath shaky and whimpered against her skin, until her soles are flat against the earth, until each of his thrusts feel like they're going to split her in two.
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"Don't worry; I'll keep you safe." The words leave his lips easily, because it isn't a difficult choice to make. When he starts to move again, it's with her in mind, starting off a little slow before resuming that earlier speed from before.
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She just nods, though, eyes closing once more with a new cry against her clasping fingers when he starts to move again, feet staying resolutely flat against the floor despite the part of her that wants to fall apart from how much it all is. At this rate, she doesn't know how long she'll even manage to last..
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So Cloud takes advantage of this knowledge, seeking to uncoil the woman that he loves--because Tifa is Tifa. So when she does come, she's likely going to be feeling pretty weak in the knees.
Here is where he takes care of her, pausing long enough to slide his hands down to Tifa's arms. He moves them to her side and holds onto them. With her bent over and firmly in Cloud's grasp, he starts to thrust anew in full thrusts, hips smacking against her round cheeks.
Tifa's breasts sway in time with each strong push forward as the sun begins to set..
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He knows her well, and as tightly-wound as she is, there's a part of her even now that feels like the sounds she makes are embarrassing, too raw, too revealing.
Not that she can help it, though; bent over and taking him fully, the sounds fall freely from her lips, no matter how desperately she tries to quiet herself. When she comes, it's with a cry of his name, a broken, shaky sob on her lips, her knees trembling under her weight as she shudders and presses down around his thrusts.
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Like how being with her makes him feel so alive. With his issues, this calms and maintains the young man. He wasn't sure if he ought to use the word soothing to describe it, but what else could it be but that? She helped clear his head back home, and the same thing was happening now. Instead of dwelling on how to get back home, he was focusing on the way Tifa cried out.
Her voice, so soft and light, now so loud and sharp. Her hair falling about, dangling around her, moving in time with her breasts. He imagines them, large and pale, swaying along as he thrusts into her. The way her back arches just enough to put her whole figure on display.
His mouth feels dry; he licks his lips to wet them, eyes lowering to trembling cheeks he was pounding away at. Full, round--they shake with each strong push forward that he gives.