Invisible Ink

Hey all, sorry for not updating in forever. ^^; But the story kinda... died? Maybe. It hasn't been finalized that it has, but yeah. So I'm just gonna go ahead and post up to what we had left. Anyway, yeah. Little more with Cid and Tifa (well, a lot more, but whatever XD). So enjoy and I'll get on with fixing up the rest of the chapters and getting them posted.

~Cid

Chapter Eleven

The night was a little chilly, the air damp. Cid glanced up and noticed clouds gathering overhead, hoping it would hold off raining until he got to Tifa’s. He didn’t want to show up soaking wet and looking like some drowned cat. Catching sight of the neon sign announcing wine and other specialty spirits for sale, he ducked into the building and searched through the aisles but couldn’t make any sort of decision. Finally he just gave up and went up to the counter, leaning against it. “Uh, hey. I need a little help.”

The young man behind the counter looked up from his magazine, lifting his eyebrows. “Yes?”

“Yeah. I, uh, I don’t know shit about wine. What’s a good white one?” he asked, glancing around the shelves nearby. There were just too many for him to even guess about.

“Uh… What’s your price range?”

“Price range?” He hadn’t considered that. If he remembered correctly, wine was somewhat expensive. “Uh… what’s considered cheap? ‘Cause I don’t really wanna get that.” Obviously Tifa knew something about wines to ask for some along with a type, so he didn’t want to make himself look bad by bringing her a cheap bottle of something not even worth what he paid for it.

“Cheap is seven or eight bucks. Mid-range is around twenty, and the higher priced ones go up significantly from there.” The cashier stood from his stool, walking around the counter.

Cid scratched his neck, thinking. “I guess around forty then? Prob’ly make a good impression, right?” He moved to follow the cashier, wondering what he would end up getting.

The cashier nodded and walked toward the shelves that housed Cid’s request. “White or red?” he asked.

“Uh, white.” He stayed close behind the young man, eying the lines of bottles as he passed. “What’s the difference anyway?”

“Color, taste, ingredients, you name it,” the guy said, rubbing his chin as he scanned the selection in front of him. He stepped forward, reaching up a few shelves and pulling a bottle down. “This is a good one. Good year, too,” he said, handing it to Cid.

“Didn’t know they were all that different,” Cid mumbled as he took the bottle, looking it over. It certainly didn’t look different from the other white wines near it, but he supposed that the guy knew what he was talking about. “So this should be okay?”

The cashier nodded. “I’ll take you at the register when you’re ready.”

“Guess I’m ready now,” Cid said as he followed the cashier back, setting the bottle on the counter. He had never imagined trying to find a bottle of alcohol would be so detailed and hard. “I’ll make her choose next time,” he mumbled to himself, not sure if he wanted to try this again or not. The young man was helpful enough, but he didn’t like asking for help. It was just… strange.

The cashier rang him up. “$42.75,” he said, putting the wine in a paper bag.

Pulling out the cash due, Cid handed it to him and took the bag. “So’s this ‘sposed to be put on ice or somethin’? ‘Cause ya always see wine sittin’ around in ice.”

“White wine is best served chilled. Just put it in the fridge for a while. Don’t add ice, whatever you do.”

“‘Kay…” Cid considered asking why not, but he figured it was better just to take the wine and leave. He was probably already running a little late and he didn’t want to make Tifa wait any more. “Uh, thanks,” he said as he tried to find the best way to hold the bag.

The cashier handed over Cid’s change. “Come again,” he said, picking up his magazine once more.

“Yeah, sure thing.” Hurrying out of the door, Cid took a breath. “Hopefully I won’t be back,” he mumbled as he walked, trying to remember the way to Tifa’s place. He finally recalled the directions, making it and knocking on the door as a soft rumble passed through the sky.

It took Tifa a few minutes to get to the door, and when she opened it, she was smiling and holding a spoon covered in something white. “Hey, I’m just finishing up dessert,” she said, her smile brightening.

“Dessert?” Cid grinned, stepping inside. “Damn. Ya didn’t have to go all out, ya know.”

The girl shrugged, pushing the door closed behind him. “I had the time, and I love vanilla cake. Wanna taste?” she asked, holding the frosting-covered spoon out to him.

Leaning forward, Cid pulled her hand a little closer and licked the end, smiling up at her as he did. “Pretty good,” he said as he let her hand go, licking his lips to get a spot of frosting.

She smiled wider, stepping closer and standing on her tiptoes to brush a small kiss over his lips. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, turning to go back into the kitchen. “Everything’s all ready. We’re going to eat in the dining room, that way.” She pointed at an open doorway across the room. “Just make yourself comfortable.”

Cid’s eyes followed her as she left, only moving toward the direction she had pointed out when she made it to the kitchen. Taking her suggestion, he ambled over to the doorway and looked inside. The table was set out with dishes and everything she had fixed for dinner. “Tif, ya didn’t have to do all this, ya know,” he said with a little laugh.

“I like to cook,” she said from the kitchen. “And I haven’t had much time to go all out like I want to, so you gave me an excuse.” She appeared in the doorway, holding the finished cake and still smiling happily. “Have a seat,” she said, setting the cake on another table so it wouldn’t get ruined.

Cid shook his head with a smile. “Shit, don’t go usin’ me as reasons,” he joked, pulling out a seat. He suddenly remembered his part of dinner and held out the paper bag. “Oh yeah. Uh… the guy at the store said it should prob’ly be chilled, but I dunno how ya like your wine.”

She came over and picked up the bag, pulling out the wine. “Oh wow, Cid! This stuff is expensive!” She directed her smile at him. “You didn’t have to spend so much.”

“Not really. It wasn’t bad.” Shrugging, he smiled and stuck his hands in his pockets. “‘Sides. Don’t wanna ruin your dinner by bringin’ ya the cheap stuff.”

She stepped up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you,” she said. She moved to get a wine bucket and filled it with ice, setting the bottle inside. “It’ll just take a little while to get cold.” She gestured to the chairs around the table. “We can get started while it’s hot.”

The blond smiled again. “Good with me,” he said as he started to sit down, then popped back up. “Oh. Uh…” He waved a hand toward the chair, intending to give it to Tifa. “All yours,” he said with another smile.

She chuckled. “You can sit there, it’s okay.”

“But uh…” He gave her a little laugh. “‘M tryin’ to be a gentleman here.”

She smiled. “Well, thanks.” Taking his offer, she sat down, crossing her legs.

Leaning down as he slid her chair a little closer to the table, Cid brushed his lips against her ear. “Thanks for all this,” he said softly. “Ya really didn’t have to.”

She shivered a little, still smiling. “I wanted to.”

“Still. Thank ya.” Leaning, back, Cid headed to his side of the table where he sat down and scooted his seat close enough, smiling over at Tifa.

She reached to start serving him, giving him portions of each food item she had made. “I hope you like everything,” she said. “I just made things I missed eating.”

“It all looks amazin’, I know that much.” Grinning at her, Cid pushed his plate a little closer to make it easier for Tifa. “But then again, that’s not really suprisin’ seein’ who made it. Amazin’ is as amazin’ does or somethin’ like that.”

Tifa giggled quietly. “Flatterer,” she accused lightly, finishing with his plate and starting on her own.

“Maybe, but it’s the truth.” Grinning again, the blond drew his plate back. “An’ I’ll betcha like it.”

“Maybe,” she echoed, taking what she wanted of the food and settling back to start eating, giving him a smile.

Cid copied her, starting on his dinner. It was delicious, as he had expected from just the way it looked, and he occasionally commented on the food with a smile.

After a while, Tifa got up and got the bottle of wine, sitting back in her seat and handing the bottle to Cid. “Would you mind opening this? I’m no good at it.”

“Sure.” Taking the bottle in hand, Cid looked at it. “Don’t ‘spose ya got a corkscrew? Looks like I might need it.”

Tifa chuckled. “It’s right next to you.”

“Oh. Shit. Didn’t see it,” he said with a laugh, working on the cork. It finally popped and he leaned back, holding the bottle out. Standing, he took Tifa’s glass and poured out what he thought was the right amount, setting it back in front of her. “There ya are,” he said with a grin as he moved to fill his own glass, replacing the cork to the bottle and burying it in the ice again without spilling too many of the cubes on the table.

“Thanks,” she said, lifting the glass to her lips. Her nails glinted in the light as she drank, peering over the rim of the glass at him.

A little smirk on his face, Cid lifted his own glass. “To tonight, or somethin’ like that,” he said, taking a sip of the wine, a fruity taste filling his mouth. “Not bad,” he said with a chuckle.

Tifa smiled as she put the glass down. “Quite good, actually.”

Taking another sip, Cid looked at the glass. “Never really thought much of wine, but it’s really not bad at all.” Taking a bite of his dinner, he accompanied it with another sip.

“I’m glad you like it,” she replied, finishing off her food.

Finishing soon after, Cid sat back and smiled. “Best meal I’ve had in a damn good while. Prob’ly ‘cause I don’t do much more than take-out, but still. Good thing I don’t live with ya or I might be askin’ for that every night,” he said with a laugh, standing to take their plates. “Just want these in the kitchen or somethin’?”

She stood to help him. “Just set them in the sink. I’ll wash them later.”

“Kay.” Stacking the dishes in the sink, Cid took the ones Tifa had gathered as well.

She smiled, wiping her hands and sidling a little closer to him. “So… what would you like to do now?” She slid her arms around his waist, playing a little with the hem of his shirt. “I’ve got that cake… or we could watch a movie…”

His own hands sliding around her waist, Cid moved closer. “I’d kinda be a shame to let that cake go to waste, but you’re pretty damn temptin’ yourself right now…” His fingers slipped under her shirt, brushing against the girl’s sides.

She smiled more, glancing at his mouth before looking back up into his eyes. “We could take the cake with us…”

A blond brow rose as a curious look overcame Cid’s face. “Take it with us?” he asked with a smirk.

She slowly pulled away, going back into the dining room. The way she moved just screamed for him to follow. The smirk from before settled on his lips, Cid did as his body was asking, keeping close behind her. When he had gotten close enough, he slid his arms around her from behind, whispering in her ear. “So whatcha got planned, hmm?”

Tifa reached for the cake with a finger, swiping it through some of the frosting and bringing it to her lips to slowly lick it off. “

“Now you’re just teasin’,” Cid said with a grin as he pressed closer, his chin resting on her shoulder so his lips would brush her ear when he spoke. Reaching around her, he dipped his own finger into the icing and started to pull it back.

She caught his finger, turning in his arms and leaning to lick it off as she had her own, smirking.

The blond watched, enraptured, as her lips and tongue enveloped his finger, the white frosting slowly drawn away. He licked his lips and let a small but slightly devious smile rest on his face. When she finished, she reciprocated the smile, pressing close to him.

“So whatcha got in mind now?” Cid whispered with a smirk, his hands moving over the small of her back to dip below the hem of her pants.

“I wouldn’t protest if you wanted to have your way with me,” she said, sliding her palms up his chest. His arms around her felt good, giving her the feeling of protection and warmth.

Cid grinned. “Well, this is the second date so I think maybe I could swing that…” He leaned forward, kissing the curve of her ear before nibbling lightly. “An’ to tell ya the truth, wouldn’t mind it a bit.”

She pressed closer, liking the feeling of his hands on her. “Good… I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

“Really? All week?” Cid slid his hands around until they rested at Tifa’s hips, his fingers petting under the tight cloth. “Damn. Must like me or somethin’.”

“There’s just something about you,” she said quietly, smiling seductively.

“Somethin’ about me, huh? Dunno what it is, but I guess I like that it snagged ya.” He dipped his head and caught her in a kiss, his hand pulling her closer still.

“Mhmm,” she mumbled over his lips, pressing into the kiss. Her hands slowly wrapped around his neck, using the hold to pull herself up onto her toes.

Parting his lips to see if she would let him deepen the kiss, Cid slid his hands back around her. His fingers tickled lightly over the small of her back, rising upward, the fabric of Tifa’s shirt creeping along with them. Following his lead, the girl parted her lips, letting him into her mouth as a quiet moan escaped her.

Their tongues brushed and Cid let out a soft groan, his arms wrapping around her. He wanted her; that he was sure of, enough so that he was about to just pick her up and carry her off to wherever he could find.

Tifa broke the kiss to breathe, staying on her tiptoes. She wanted more touching, more of his hands on her. “You remember where my room is?” she asked quietly, her voiced tinted with want.

“Think I remember good enough to get us there,” the blond said with a grin, ducking down a little to slide his hands under Tifa’s behind. He stood upright again, lifting her and hoping she would hold on. “So ya wanna go?” he said with a grin, holding her tight.

She grinned, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Unless you had a different idea…”

“Nah, I think I’m pretty good with this idea.” Holding Tifa tightly, Cid made his way to her room as quick as he could without tripping, nipping and kissing her neck as he went. “Hey, look. I found it,” he said with a grin, laying her down on the bed.

She grinned up at him, slowly letting go of him and spreading out on the bed. “So you have. What kind of prize would you like?”

Appreciating the sight, Cid knelt on the bed and held himself above her. “Kinda like this one right here,” he replied, leaning down enough to kiss her. She planted her legs on either side of him, bending one and leaning up into the kiss.

Pressing down, Cid shifted so he was supporting himself on one hand, the other free to explore Tifa’s side and stomach, slipping under her shirt to push it upward some. He wanted to touch and feel now that he wasn’t distracted by his mind and wanted to acquaint himself with her body like he didn’t get to last time.

A moan left her throat, goose bumps rising wherever Cid’s fingers brushed. She slid her arms around his neck, twirling his short blond hair around her manicured fingers. A little shiver traveled down Cid’s back as he felt nails scrape his nape and he broke away to start kissing along Tifa’s neck. He made it to her ear and took the lobe between his teeth, nibbling gently.

Arching her back to feel him pressed closer to her, Tifa tilted her head to the side, her breathing picking up. She had noticed the shiver that ran through Cid when she scratched at the back of his neck, so she kept it up, gently brushing her nails over that same spot. The feeling of having him on top of her was amazing. The more time she spent around him, the more she just wanted to constantly feel how strong he was, and the more she thought about that, the more girlish she felt. It was strange, especially since she wasn’t usually like that, but with Cid it just felt so good.

Tipping his head down to receive more of the touches to his nape, Cid followed Tifa’s motion and brushed a kiss against the side of her neck, his lips covering the spot to suck lightly. His hand had since reached the top of her stomach, his fingertips splayed to brush the curve of fabric hiding the girl’s chest. She gasped as Cid’s fingers reached more sensitive skin. She arched her back again, pressing up into Cid’s hand and wishing her shirt were gone. His, too, for that matter.

Cid kept pushing the shirt further, running his palm over the mound of her breast and upward, trying to provoke Tifa into leaning up a little so he could relieve her of the piece of clothing. He certainly didn’t need it in his way and doubted she did either.

Glad for the silent suggestion, Tifa raised her arms high above her head and lifted her shoulders, helping him slide the fabric off of her and revealing a black bra, the dark color contrasting her fairly pale skin. The lacy edges left just enough to the imagination about what was underneath, and a small rhinestone situated in the middle, right where her breasts dipped, caught the light from the table lamp and made it sparkle.

Cid smirked a little as he tossed Tifa’s shirt aside, not caring where it landed. He was far too occupied to even begin to care. Settling himself so he was straddling her hips, the blond sat up and looked down at her. “Well, well. Look what I caught,” he said with a grin, his fingers tracing lines over her bare stomach.

She smiled up at him, shivering at the touches. “What will you do with me?”

“I got a couple ideas,” he mused, sliding his hands back to tuck his fingertips inside her pants.

“I like where this is going,” she said, grinning and wriggling her hips beneath him.

The blond sucked in a breath as she moved and pulled his pants a little tight, pressing against his groin. As his tongue swiped across his lips again, he leaned down and began another kiss. The hand not supporting him tickled along her side and he hoped she would respond like before, arching her back gracefully. She shivered again, indeed arching up into him. Her hands moved down his sides, tugging gently at his shirt in a silent plea for it to disappear.

Deciding to listen to her request instead of his own desires for a moment, Cid withdrew his hands and sat back again, giving her a smile as if to ask her to do it for him.

She smirked, following him up. With delicate, barely-there touches, she lifted his shirt slowly, letting her lips explore every inch of revealed skin as it was presented to her. Tremors of delight ran through Cid as those lips brushed his skin and air rushed up to hit his back. He glanced down and smiled, pressing his palms against her back to drag his nails down it. The barrier of Tifa’s bra stopped his fingers and he smiled again, quickly unfastening it with a flick of his wrist and sliding his hands over the newly bared strip of skin.

When the shirt was gone, Tifa’s hands slid down his sides as she continued to leave kisses up his torso as far as she could reach. She leaned back a little, looking him over and pulling her hands around to let her fingers dance over his muscles, glad for the chance to explore and appreciate him. Those little touches were driving Cid crazy, but he loved them nevertheless. He shivered and let her do as she pleased, his own hands busy running up and down her back, scratching gently every once in a while.

Tifa slid her hands up Cid’s chest again, looking up at him and smiling. “That feels good,” she said, referring to the scratches at her back. In return, she slowly dragged her nails down his torso, going all the way from his shoulders to his hips until she hit the top of his pants. She lifted a suggestive eyebrow at him, asking with her eyes if she could remove the heavy denim.

The blond only grinned at her, blue eyes bright. He definitely didn’t mind if those went. They were getting a little too tight for his liking anyway. She smiled back, looking down to see what she was doing. She could feel the hardness beneath, and was aching to feel it with nothing in the way.

Slowly, she pulled the button open, pulling the zipper down afterwards. She kept her movements paced and deliberate, liking the idea of being able to tease him a little bit. When the zipper was all the way down, she slowly pushed the jeans off, leaving his underwear temporarily. She got the jeans down to his knees before turning her attention to the dark blue boxers left on his hips. Smirking, she gently pressed her hand against the strained fabric and rubbed, watching his face with interest.

Tifa was just teasing him and he couldn’t get enough of it. Biting down on his bottom lip, Cid shifted his hips to rub against her hand almost automatically. A soft sound rumbled in his throat and he dragged his nails up Tifa’s back appreciatively, sliding his palms back down until his fingers rested under her pants. He wanted her in the same state as him, but wasn’t sure if he wanted to give up her caresses right then.

She kept up her movements, occasionally tugging lightly at his boxers to put more pressure on him. Part of her wondered how long she could keep this up before he went insane, and another part of her was curious as to what he would do if that did happen. She smirked, deciding to experiment a little bit, and moved to kiss his torso again, enjoying the way his muscles twitched under her lips and teeth.

Cid enjoyed the teasing, hissing soft curses as he moved with Tifa’s hand. He wasn’t about to let it go on too long though and gave her a smug grin as he slipped his hands around to grasp the brunet’s wrists, pulling her hands back and pushing her down. “Now, c’mon. Can’t be havin’ all the good stuff at once,” he whispered into her ear, releasing her arms and drawing his nails down her body until he reached the hem of her pants.

She shivered, only a little disappointed she didn’t get to keep playing. Her bra rested loosely on her chest, still covering her but not by much. She smiled, though, rolling her hips as his hand brushed over the skin at the base of her stomach. “Ruin my fun, why don’t you,” she said, the sound of her voice letting on that her fun wasn’t anywhere near being ruined.

“Ah, you’ll get plenty of fun soon,” Cid assured her with a smirk, his fingers slipping under the button to flick it loose, dragging the zipper down afterward. “Anyway, it’s kinda unfair for me to be losin’ my clothes an’ you’ve still got yours.”

“I’ll let you fix that,” she said with a smirk, lifting her hips a little to help him.

“‘Xactly what I’m plannin’.” He yanked on the pants quickly, watching them slide off of her creamy legs. “Much better,” he whispered as he dropped her jeans onto the floor and pressed his hands against her legs, moving up until his fingertips brusher her hips.

Tifa smirked at him. “I agree,” she said, keeping her hands above her head.

Resettling himself on her hips, Cid leaned over once more, this time to take one of her bra straps in his teeth. With a devious glint to his eyes, he tipped his head back and pulled the item away, baring her chest to him.

She chuckled. “Like what you see?”

Turning his head aside and dropping the bra, he grinned. “An’ why wouldn’t I?” he asked, lowering himself down to kiss her lips. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, once again arching her back. She liked the feeling of being pressed up against him, skin to skin, and was longing to feel him inside her.

When their bodies began to separate, Cid broke the kiss and smiled down at her, lowering his head to nibble a line across her neck. He paused to kiss where her collarbone dipped, almost as if it was leading him on an invisible path. Covering that path with light kisses and nips, Cid felt his chin bump Tifa’s breasts and he glanced upward, the little smile still riding on his lips.

She smiled back, watching him explore. Every touch sent a little jolt through her body, enough to make her gasp quietly. Lifting just barely, Cid moved to continue his path across her stomach, his nails following after to trace circles and patterns on Tifa’s skin. One hand flattened out, his palm traveling upward to brush against a pert nipple, fingers bending to cover the warm flesh. A moan escaped her at the contact as Cid found one of her more sensitive spots. She leaned her head back, her hands touching his shoulders as she pressed against his fingers.

The reaction he received was just enough to make Cid want even more and he shifted his weight, his lips changing their course to run a circle around her other breast. Ever so slowly, he tipped his head up and brushed a kiss against the nub of flesh, his lips parting for his tongue to caress it as well.

Tifa shuddered, gripping the sheets on either side of them. She let out another moan, squirming in pleasure beneath the blond. Parting his lips more, Cid gave a little grin as he began sucking gently. He didn’t want to hurt her, just make her feel good. Not to be forgotten, his other hand started rubbing and tweaking the warm flesh as well. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait, but it was worth it to hear her cries and feel her writhe beneath him.

Tifa’s back arched again, a reaction she couldn’t help. Her breaths came in quick gasps, punctuated by quiet moans. She moved her arms so they were over her head again, elbows bent and fingers tangling themselves in some of her hair.

Sucking a little harder, Cid just barely scraped his teeth over the nub. Her cries were driving him crazy and he was about at his limit, but it was just too tempting to keep going. The only thing that pulled him away was the fact that he would soon have her squirming and moaning more than she was now. Tipping his head up, he gave her a smirk and let go, kissing her hard as his fingers danced down to toy with the top of her panties, the lace brushing his knuckles.

Tifa immediately responded to the kiss, spreading her legs wide for him. The rush of cold air she got from the action made her moan into his mouth, even as she let their tongues battle furiously between them. Slipping a finger underneath the lacy edge, Cid dragged it along to her hip, pushing it down just barely. He wanted them gone, but would actually have to move to do so, a thought he wasn’t all that thrilled with as Tifa’s tongue slid against his own.

She moaned again, nails scratching down his back lightly. Her legs drew together in an attempt to help him remove the scant piece of clothing, but with him between her legs, it was difficult to accomplish that. Breaking the kiss because she needed to breathe anyway, she panted over his mouth. “Gonna take them off?” she asked, keeping her tone suggestive and her expression seductive.

The blond smirked against her lips. “Guess I could,” he replied, sitting back onto the bed to slide his hands down her body again, his fingertips snagging the lacy edges. Keeping his eyes on hers, he slowly pulled his hands down her legs, taking the piece of clothing with him. She bent her knees to help him, smiling as the air hit her skin. When she was free, she slowly lowered her legs, putting one on either side of him once again.

Dropping his prize to the floor, Cid rose up on his knees and looked over her. She was beautiful, breathtaking even, splayed out the way she was, the expression on her face nearly asking him to look, to want, to use her as he liked. She smiled, showing that she was comfortably enjoying the way his eyes roved over her.

It was hard for him to not just give in to his desires, instead leaning to brush a kiss against her lips, He could feel the heat of her skin and craved it, pressing himself against her. Cloth shifted between him and he suddenly hated the fact that he still had his boxers on, almost hating them enough to wish he hadn’t worn any.

Following a similar thought process, Tifa reached down to his hips as she kissed him, tucking her fingers into the waistband of the boxers and sliding it down his legs. From there, she left it up to him to get rid of them the rest of the way.

It only took a little maneuvering for Cid to kick them away, gasping into the kiss as he was left bare to the air and, more importantly, Tifa. A thought suddenly breeched his thinking and he broke the kiss, looking down at her. “Don’t ‘spose ya have a condom,” he whispered. He carried one, but wasn’t sure if he wanted to go on a search for his pants right then.

“Yeah,” she said, catching her breath. She reached above her head and to the side, rummaging around on the top of her bedside table before she found the box and pulled one out. She settled back down and smiled up at him, holding it up. “Would you like it, or should I do the honors?”

A grin appeared on Cid’s face. “I’m gonna leave that decision up to you,” he replied, wondering what she would do.

“Hmm,” she purred, moving to open the little package. “Then I think I’ll do it.” She pulled the condom out, putting it in her palm and reaching down to slowly roll it onto him, locking her eyes with his as she used the action to stroke him a little in the process.

His breath hitching a bit, the blond smirked. “You’re such a goddamned tease, ya know that?” he hissed, trying his hardest not to enjoy her attention too much. He didn’t want things to end before they even started, after all.

“You like it,” she said quietly, smirking back at him. Her hand slipped away slowly, moving to rest just next to her head.

“Better fuckin’ believe it,” he whispered back, catching her in a hard kiss. He slowly spread his knees on the bed, Tifa’s legs parting along with them. With a little smirk, the blond pulled away and dipped his head to kiss her neck as he lowered himself enough to roll his hips and slide into her. Gasping through any reply she might have made, Tifa rolled her hips up to meet him. He felt big inside her, filling her until she just wanted to keep him there forever.

His own gasp rushing across Tifa’s throat, Cid shifted his hips again. It just felt right as he moved within her, his breath pulled from him as he pressed flush against her once more. His next motion carried him upward and he held himself above the brunet, giving her a little smile.

She smiled back, cheeks flushed and lips parted. Her hands moved to slide up his arms until they rested on his biceps. She rolled her hips as he moved, a quiet moan escaping every time he pushed back into her.

She looked amazing beneath him, that soft blaze on her cheeks. Locking his eyes with hers, Cid moved again, settling himself in a rhythm she could easily join in on, not going too slow, but staying a rather moderate pace. He didn’t want to rush things.

She turned her head a little, closing her eyes. Each breath was a quiet gasp in and a quiet moan out. Her hips moved with his in unison, rolling and falling in time. She felt like they fit together like puzzle pieces, with him reaching deep inside her and touching her innermost sensitive spots.

Arching his back to go deeper, Cid dipped his head to kiss her. His stomach seemed to flip with the sheer desire flowing through him, shivers tracing down his arms as her fingertips moved on his skin. It would have been perfect in his mind if only it would continue forever.

“Mm,” she purred over his lips. “Faster…” Her request was breathy, as was the louder moan that followed it. Tilting her hips forward, she gasped as he brushed her g-spot, making her roll her hips harder into him to get more of the feeling.

With a little grin, Cid pressed his hands against the bed, levering himself better to move faster. He was panting, the heat within him pulling droplets of sweat out on his brow. His hips followed hers in tilting upward, hoping to hit that spot again. Tifa gasped loudly, the quicker pace and new angle wrenching a cry from her. She could feel her muscles twitching, tightening around him and almost sucking him in. She was close.

Her hand traveled between them, sliding down her own stomach so she could touch herself. “Cid… I’m gonna come…” she panted, stroking her fingers over the wetness between her legs and feeling the impact of his hips colliding with hers.

Cid groaned as he felt her fingers reach between them, brushing the base of his erection as he brought them together again. The pressure around him was almost unbearable and he gasped as he found it harder to thrust inside of Tifa, the tightness quickly bringing him close to his end. Her fingers moved faster, making her noises louder. Her back arched, her head tossing back as another cry left her mouth and her insides shuddered, squeezing around him as her orgasm hit hard.

“Fuck,” Cid groaned as he felt her insides constrict, his control faltering and leaving him shaking as he managed a few more thrusts into the incredibly tight heat. He shuddered and pressed his forehead against her shoulder as he came, his hips driving him deep within her as his last motion.

Still moving as she slowly came down from her climax, Tifa wrapped her arms around Cid’s shoulders, hugging him gently as she caught her breath. “Wow…” she said quietly.

Dragging in a rough breath, Cid carefully lowered himself onto Tifa and pressed his face against her neck. His head was swimming from the remains of his orgasm and he just lay there panting for a moment, waiting to calm enough to think clearly.

Tifa rubbed his back gently, still out of breath. She shivered a little bit, feeling the slight sweat she had developed start to dry against her skin, giving her chills. Cid was helping, though, keeping her warm with his body weight. She smiled, feeling good.

Taking a deep breath, Cid tipped his nose against Tifa’s throat. “Wow?” he asked with a breathless laugh, remembering her quiet comment.

Her smile grew. “Yeah. Wow.” She hugged him a little tighter for a moment, still rubbing his back.

The blond laughed again, closing his eyes. “Don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say that before.” Letting out a comfortable sigh, Cid rested his arm over her stomach and gently petted her side.

“I dunno why not,” she remarked, still smiling and looking down at the top of his head.

Grinning a little, Cid kissed her throat. “Whaddya mean by that?”

“That was the best I’ve had in a long time,” she said, tilting her head so he could continue his gentle kisses.

Cid laughed again. “Ah, you’re just sayin’ that to make me feel good.” He grinned a little. “Works though.”

Tifa smiled more, raising her arms over her head and arching her back to stretch, groaning quietly. “Well, you made me feel pretty good, so I thought I’d return the favor.”

“Glad I did a good job, then.” Pushing himself up a little, Cid brushed a kiss against Tifa’s lips.

She kissed back lazily, still smiling. Pulling back, she lifted her hand to pet the short blond bangs away from his eyes. “Will you stay?”

A smile appeared on his face. “Wasn’t plannin’ on leavin’, if that answers your question.”

She kept petting, smiling wider. “Good.” She leaned her head up to give him a gentle kiss. “Guess what,” she whispered, letting her lips brush over his as she spoke.

Cid raised a brow. “What?” he asked with a little smirk.

“Tomorrow’s my day off…” She looked up into his eyes, still unable to keep the smile from her lips. “You could stay all day…”

“Really?” Slipping an arm under Tifa’s neck, he tipped her head closer, his lips brushing hers. “Think I like that idea.”

“Mm, me too…” she mumbled, pulling him into a deeper kiss.

Breaking away only when he realized he needed a breath, Cid pushed himself up a little more. “Should prob’ly move,” he said softly, unwilling to do so but not wanting the consequences of staying the way they were for too long.

The brunette pouted a little. “You feel good where you are…” She slid one hand down his side, just petting. “But I guess you’re right.”

Shaking his head at her pout, Cid shifted his hips and slid free. The air that hit him was cold, the warmth of being pressed against her suddenly gone. Running a hand through his hair as he sat up, the blond looked around the room. “Uh… can I steal your bathroom for a few seconds?”

“Sure,” she said, using the opportunity to stretch again. Sitting up, she pointed to the bedroom door. “It’s just around the corner.”

“Thanks.” Standing and stretching as he walked, Cid found the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He glanced in the mirror as he passed, brushing his hand over his hair when he noticed it was sticking out every which way. He turned and headed back to Tifa’s room, pressing his hand flat against his head until he sat down. “Fuckin’ hair,” he said with a little laugh. “Looks like I was the one squirmin’ around on the bed, not you.”

Tifa had moved a little, sliding herself so her head rested on her pillows. She grinned at him. “I love your hair. It’s cute,” she said, laughing quietly.

“Yeah, yeah, cute my ass.” Giving up, Cid gave her a little smile and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her.

“Yes, that’s cute, too,” she said, laughing again and reaching to poke a finger at his backside.

Sending her a smirk, Cid shook his head. “Sure, whatever,” he said as he slid back further on the bed, rising to his knees to move over Tifa and stretch out next to her. She immediately curled up close to him, laying her head on his shoulder. Sliding his arm under and around her, Cid pulled the brunette close and sighed. He was comfortable there and was perfectly fine with not moving again for the rest of the night.

She rubbed his chest, still smiling happily. “We still have cake, if you want.”

Cid yawned a little, resting his head against the top of hers. “Oh yeah.” He sat up a little, looking down at her. “But that requires movin’,” he said with a laugh. “It’s warm here.”

She cuddled closer, sliding one of her legs over his. “Yeah, it is.”

With a soft smile on his lips, Cid reached down and searched for the edge of the blankets, pulling the covers over them. “Might help a little, though.”

“Mhmm,” Tifa mumbled. She tucked her face into the junction between his neck and shoulder, leaving a few soft kisses there.

Tipping his head up, Cid muffled another yawn behind his hand. It wasn’t actually all that late considering, but he still felt tired, mostly from the little workout they had just had together. Not to mention that he still felt slightly fuzzy inside from it.

Tifa sighed, feeling warm and comfortable. Her hand idly petted his side, just over his ribs, where his skin was softest. She raised the leg she had draped over him a little bit, sliding it up slowly. “It’s only just before eleven,” she said quietly, still feeling happy.

Cid gave a short laugh. “Yeah, I know. Ya just wore me out, is all.” Reaching up, he ruffled her hair before tipping his head to kiss her.

Keeping the kiss brief, she smiled. “I’m tired too. But I left all the lights on…” Staying quiet for a few minutes, her fingers tracing small patterns on his side, she smirked after a minute. “We could do it again to wake ourselves up…” she said with a chuckle, not caring if he took her seriously or not.

Cid laughed as well, thinking about it. “Well, wouldn’t mind it, but ya know we’d be twice as tired then an’ I dunno if I wanna move.” He gave her a little grin. “Though if ya have some way around that, I don’t see me complainin’.”

“I was just kidding, but if you really want to…” She gave him a sexy smirk. “I could find ways around you having to move…”

Returning the smirk, Cid shrugged. “Up to you,” he said as he stretched himself out. “Though I am kinda curious now about these ways…”

Slowly sliding on top of him and keeping the covers around them, Tifa straddled his hips. She braced herself on her hands, putting them under both of his arms and still smirking at him. “Well, this was what I was thinking…”

Cid let out a little snort as he looked up at her, his hands traveling up her arms to trace along her sides. “Were ya? Interestin’ idea,” he said with a grin.

Tifa sat up slowly, letting the blankets fall down her back. “Hey, I just thought of something…” she said, turning serious for a moment.

Cid looked a little shocked at her sudden change, but decided it was probably safe to ask. “What?”

“Are you, you know… clean?” she asked, keeping her tone as gentle as she could. She didn’t want to ruin the mood completely.

Cid tipped his head to the side, not sure if he understood her. He thought he did, but he couldn’t be completely sure. “Ya mean… do I have anythin’?”

She nodded. “I’ve been tested recently… I’m good.”

Cid smiled a little. “Same here. Figured I might as well since I had to do that physical the university requires. Clean.”

She smiled too, relieved. “Good.” Regaining her seductive expression, she rubbed against him slowly. “I’m on the pill…”

A knowing smile slipped onto Cid’s face. “Meanin’… we don’t need those,” he said, tipping his head toward the nightstand. She rolled her hips again, nodding slowly and looking him in the eyes, smirk growing.

His own smirk grew as he let his hands rest against her hips, feeling them move beneath his fingertips. “You’re gonna wear me out, Tif,” he said with a grin, obviously not really caring.

“I just can’t get enough of you,” she replied, mirroring his grin and rolling her hips again.

“Not sure why ya’d be havin’ that problem, but I’m all for it,” Cid replied, his hands moving up and down her hips as they moved. She was in just the right place to brush certain areas and he was starting to feel the effects, his body telling him to just go for it while it was being offered.

She parted her legs a little more, allowing her closer access to him. Leaning forward a little, she brought her hands forward, placing them lightly on his stomach. Her hourglass-like figure flowed like waves in water as she moved against him, her eyes bright and attentive.

With a little smirk on his lips, Cid propped himself up on his elbow. The fingers of his other hand tangled into her hair, cradling her head as he coaxed her down into a kiss. Bracing herself with her hands on the mattress again, Tifa leaned into the kiss, curving her back so their lower stomachs pressed together and trapped his growing erection between them.

A low sound rumbled in Cid’s throat as he pressed her closer, his hips moving up to grind them together. There was just something about the way she touched and kissed that brought his desire back full-force, another groan sounding between their mouths as he felt his erection grow more.

Tifa responded with a moan of her own, breaking the kiss to pant quietly. “I want you,” she breathed, rolling her hips again.

The whisper itself was enough to make Cid moan, but he bit it back in order to nip at her lips, a sign that he wanted her as well. With a playful buck of his hips, he pulled away enough to look in her eyes and catch the shadow of lust swirling in them.

Smirking a little, she slowly sat up again, lifting herself up onto her knees and reaching behind her to stroke him a little with her hand. She kept her smirk as she looked at him. “I’m ready when you are…”

Cid’s breathing hitched as her fingers wrapped around him. His hands settled on Tifa’s hips and he returned the smirk, leaning back against the bed again. “Don’t think I can be more ready.”

Shaking some hair from her face, Tifa grinned and slowly lowered herself, using her hand to help him enter her. She let out a breath at the feeling, leaning her head back and causing her long hair to brush against the small of her back.

The blue eyes that had been locked on Tifa’s face closed as Cid tipped his head back against the pillows. His hips shifted as she lowered down more, sinking him deep within her until they were flush and a gasp slipped from his mouth. Slowly settling down, Tifa chewed her bottom lip gently. She looked down at him, breath hitching at the look of pure ecstasy on his face. There was a light sheen of sweat covering him, enhancing the muscles in his chest and stomach, and it was so attractive to her that it was all she could do to keep from coming on the spot.

Nails scratched her thighs as the blond bucked upward again, urging her to move more. Trembling shivers were coursing through him and he wanted those sensations to continue as much as possible, but in order for that to happen, he needed her help. With a groan, he lifted himself up and wrapped his arms around her waist, brushing a quick kiss against the pale throat as he shifted to move easier, his hips rolling faster.

Tifa put her hands on his shoulders, crying out quietly and leaning her head forward. Waves of dark hair fell around her face as she moved over him, slowly picking up her pace until she was riding him hard. He was big enough that she could get a good range of motion, with deep thrusts and long movements. A low curse drifted into the heated air between them as Cid gasped out against her throat. The force Tifa was coming down on him with combined with his thrusts upward brought them together hard enough to drive the breath from his lungs each time and he found he couldn’t get enough of it.

Even Tifa cursed under her breath as she held onto him. Moaning loudly, she leaned backwards, bending her back over his arms and leaning against the bed on her hands, her face tilted towards the ceiling. The slightly different position left her more open to him, and it allowed him to catch that spot inside her that made her shout.

Pressing his lips against Tifa’s shoulder, Cid grinned and rolled his hips upward. Her shout was only driving him on, making him want to hear more. His hips were tiring, but the sheer desire to finish and bring her with him was too strong for him to give up now.

Feeling like she was on the brink of release, Tifa slowly brought one hand down her body to slide her fingers between them again, rubbing the spot where they were connected. She shuddered, moving harder over him and squeezing her eyes shut. Her chin tilted down towards her chest as she cried out, trying to tell him without words that she was close.

As he felt himself constricted, Cid groaned loudly. Shifting them slightly, he slipped his own hand between them, his fingers bumping hers as he pressed against the hot flesh. He wanted to make her cry out for him, wanted to see her in her moment of ecstasy before he was overtaken by his own. She slipped her hand away when she felt his, gasping in surprise. The foreign touches proved to be too much for her and she let out a loud, breathy moan, her insides clenching sporadically around him as her climax hit her, her hips losing their rhythm as she rode it out.

His arm holding her tight against him, Cid lost his rhythm as well and became overtaken by the urge to just keep going, his hips and muscles working their hardest to keep him moving within her. It was hard, but he managed a few good thrusts before he gave out, a weak curse whispered against Tifa’s skin as he came and felt the world spinning away except for the brunette in his arms.

Shuddering again as she felt him fill her, Tifa moaned, quieter this time, and laid her head on Cid’s shoulder. She panted there, tucking her face against his neck and draping her arm over his other shoulder. Her body was still twitchy from the intensity of her orgasm, every inch of her skin feeling tingly and sensitive. She sighed, a sated smile spreading over her lips as she kissed his neck, tasting a little salt from his sweat.

Cid slid a hand behind him just in time to hold him up, a shaky sigh leaving him. “Now that was wow,” he mumbled when he felt he could speak above an inaudible whisper, a little smile drifting over his face. Tifa was warm against him and he slid his hand up her back, keeping her close to him.

“Mm,” she hummed in agreement, snuggling closer. “You feel good,” she mumbled, tucking her face closer to his neck.

Cid chuckled softly, easing them down onto the bed. It felt good to have support under him and her warmth on top, the wash of her breath over his skin making him shiver. If it was possible for him to feel more satisfied and content, he wasn’t sure how it would happen.

Tifa slowly lifted her hips, feeling a little empty when she felt him slip free of her, but as soon as she could, she snuggled up to him again, keeping her head where it was. Sighing comfortably, she closed her eyes. “Cid?” she asked quietly.

The blond reached down for the covers, pulling them up again. “Hmm?” he asked as he tucked the blankets around them, resting his head against the pillows.

Tifa wrapped her arms around his chest, hugging him close. “Does this make us a couple?” she asked, her voice still casual and gentle.

Cid smiled. “I’m definitely not complainin’ if it does.” He shifted a little, settling his arm around her shoulder. “Or were ya just lookin’ for somethin’ casual?” It suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea what she wanted out of this. It didn’t matter too much either way, but he did like the idea of actually having a relationship for once instead of meaningless little nights.

She smiled, shaking her head. “I like the idea of being your girlfriend.”

The blond’s smile widened. “Then I like the idea of bein’ your boyfriend.” He laughed. “Sounds weird callin’ me someone’s boyfriend. Seems like somethin’ only teenagers do, not people our age.” Shaking his head a little, he calmed his laugh to brush a kiss against her forehead. “Ah well. Whatever. Guess I’ll get used to it.”

She chuckled quietly, nestling her nose against his neck. “I can definitely get used to this.”

Sighing contentedly, Cid closed his eyes for a moment. “Yeah,” he replied softly with a smile. His hand scratched lightly up and down Tifa’s back, occasionally running his fingers through her hair when he felt it. She shivered with each pass of his fingers, goose bumps rising wherever he touched. Smiling, she slowly trailed a line of kisses over his neck, just feeling comfortable and warm next to him.

Smiling more, Cid gave another sigh. He wasn’t sure why he felt so good about being there, but he did and he certainly didn’t want to leave. At least not right then. He figured that Tifa might not like it if he decided to stay forever all of a sudden. He actually wasn’t sure if he would like that. He liked his space a little too much to just give it up and move in with someone he was involved with. But staying for a little while was nice.

Tifa sighed again, feeling spent and sleepy. “Lights are still on… but I just don’t want to move,” she said, chuckling quietly.

Laughing softly, Cid ruffled her hair. “If ya let me up I guess I can go do it. Ya did enough for me already tonight anyway.”

Tifa smiled and held him tighter. “It’s okay. Don’t move.” Stretching her legs and giving a yawn, Tifa slowly slid away from him. She slipped out of the bed, comfortable in her nudity, and walked out of the room, swaying her hips just for Cid’s pleasure.

A smile settled on Cid’s face as he watched her go, the feeling of contentment growing a little. As far as he was concerned, there wasn’t a better way to spend a Friday night and he even snagged a relationship out of it to boot. He chuckled softly to himself. “Pretty good night,” he mumbled quietly, stretching his arms above his head.

Tifa returned after shutting off all the lights and locking the door. She smiled at him, crawling into bed on her hands and knees before slipping back under the covers and cuddling up to him. Cid curled an arm around her, burying his nose in her dark hair. Muffling a yawn, he let his eyes close slowly. “‘Kay, now ya wore me out,” he said with a laugh. “I was jokin’ the first time.”

“Well you wore me out too,” she said, also chuckling. “Though…” she began, nuzzling gently at his neck. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again tomorrow. Got any plans?”

“Nope. Least, not that I know of. Can’t really tell if somethin’s gonna happen, ya know?”

“Hmm,” she said, sighing contentedly. “Well, can I stake a claim on you for tomorrow then? I’ve got the whole day off and it’d be nice to do something good with it.”

Cid laughed. “Think I like that idea.” Muffling another yawn, he held her close. “Got any ideas or ya just gonna play it by ear or whatever that sayin’ is?”

She slid a hand up his chest, smirking faintly. “I think I’ll just… feel my way around.”

Grinning, Cid rubbed his hand over her back. “Good with me.”

Tifa closed her eyes, yawning again and stretching out to press closer to him. “Sleep time?”

The blond nodded, nestling his nose into her hair again. It smelled nice, a soft flowery scent that was comforting. “Sleep sounds great,” he mumbled through another yawn, his fingers idly petting her back.

Tifa sighed again, looking like a contented cat. “G’night, Cid…” she mumbled, her breathing evening out as she drifted to sleep.

Moving his hand to thread his fingers through her hair and kiss her forehead, Cid smiled also. “Night, Tif.”

He lay there for a while after she fell asleep, just pleased with everything that had happened that night. Finally his mind stopped working and he shifted himself further under the covers and closer to Tifa, drifting off as well.