Sanguis Jus Soli

The Old Church, Midgar
Midnight

Cloud picked up a flower from the enchanted soil of the Old Church and looked it over. He was surprised that the flowers were still growing long after Aerith's death. He thought they would have died after Aerith's nurturing hand had left them.

Tifa's rich and sweet voice filled his ears as she whispered, “You sure you'll be okay?”

Cloud nodded to himself and looked up to her with a slight smile. She had taken care of him since they had returned, triumphant, from the battle between Sephiroth and himself. He had been hailed a hero and he was thankful for AVALANCHE's help in escaping the media.

The Old Church was destroyed along with the rest of the slums but Cloud had decided to simply lift the plate, clear the bodies out, and let everyone see what transpired in the city long ago when the rich had control of the poor; it was Aerith's final contribution to an otherwise desolate place.

The white wood blended in terribly amidst all the destruction and had not been saved in the flattening of the town. But the flowers still grew somehow.

As he gazed into Tifa's eyes he smelled the smell of Aerith waft into his nose. Quickly, he turned his head away as he felt his deep regrets filling his soul and eyes with tears and sorrow.

Tifa had been too close to Cloud for too long in the last few months to not recognize that he had just tried to hide his emotions from her. As gingerly as she could put it, she asked, “Aerith?”

His body slumped and he began to sob lightly to himself. Sorrow welt up in Tifa as she saw the 'undoggable Cloud Strife' reduced to a mere shadow of his former glory. Her maternal instincts kicked in and she kneeled and took his chest in her arms and held him tight as he cried softly.

As the feeling of her arms encircled him, the feelings intensified and he turned to grasp her fully, resting his head unconsciously in her chest; too deep in sorrow to register that he had placed his head between her breasts.

Slightly surprised by the sudden invasion of her chest area, now filled by Cloud's spiked hair and tears, Tifa allowed herself to calm down and soothe Cloud's pain. “Shh—it's alright, Cloud, it's alright.”

But everything wasn't all right. Aerith's death had hit Cloud the hardest. Tifa had always suspected that Cloud secretly loved Aerith. Perhaps it was because she was the only one he had really identified with. It also could've been the fact that she had been an anchor of hope and ideals for him when he was awash in his sea of confusion and sorrow.

Tifa eventually gave up on trying to get Cloud as her boyfriend when she had taken aside Aerith one night to speak with her privately. She asked Aerith if she loved Cloud. She gave her an odd response which Tifa remembered to this very moment, “I don't love him the way you want to; I love him like a son, like a brother—somewhere along in there. He's all alone in the world Tifa and so was I; it's the worst feeling, ever, when you feel all alone in the world and with everyone against you. Without me he'd be lost and alone but you have to promise me, right now, that if I ever---pass on, that you'll be to him what I was to him.”

She had agreed to it and realized how true the things she had said were when Cloud had put her to rest in the same pool where her Materia had fallen. She had almost been frightened by the anger and sorrow that wrecked his body inside and out. It was then that she knew that Aerith had been right, without an Anchor Cloud would be lost; lost in a sea of hate and regret forever.

Cloud's tearful eyes glistened as he looked up to Tifa and he asked, “Why are you so nice to me, Tifa? Why do you always help me out like—like she did?”

Snapped out of her thoughts suddenly, Tifa gave a comforting smile and said the first thing that came to mind, “Because I made her a promise I would Cloud. I wont leave you alone in this world, you've suffered too much already.”

“Tifa...” he managed to get out before his tears arrived once more. His body collapsed in hers and she felt helpless. The only thing that she wanted to do now was to make sure that he started smiling again, that he would start talking again as he once did.

“Shh...it's alright Cloud. I'll be by your side forever, you can count on it.”

His arms gripped tightly around her back and he held on and sputtered out between the tears of pain in his heart, “Please---do that. I can't lose you after her...she was different than you but... you both mean so much to me...meant so much to me...”

Surprised slightly by his phrasing, the thought caught in her mind. Maybe he actually did love her but also loved Aerith, but as the mother that was taken from him?

For the next several minutes, she helped him release the pain he had been storing up for so many months and when he finally began to stop crying she pulled his chin up and decided to test her theory.

His red, tear-soaked eyes looked hauntingly into hers as a myriad of emotions swept into her. His pain was almost palpable and his hope was crushing. Without even thinking, she swept her lips onto his and held him strongly in her arms as she wished that somehow she'd be able to return him to normal, the Cloud she had grown up with.

Cautiously, he held her more tight and returned her kiss with his own, deeper kiss. She broke off from his mouth gently and looked into his eyes, hoping against hope to find some spark of love towards her.

His eyes were wide, full of surprise and hope. She saw it there, in those eyes, that he did want to love her all that time but had been afraid that Aerith would think he didn't love her in his own special way. His taught muscles relaxed and he whispered almost inaudibly, “Please...”

She melted and laid down on him gently, letting her tongue slowly explore his mouth as his arms began to stroke her back. She had never been this close to Cloud before. She noted that he had lightly scented himself with something, an odd quirk for a man like cloud, but he must have his reasons.

Rising from his lips, she felt her hair fall about his face and she smiled hopefully, “You loved me back then and Aerith too, didn't you?”

Ashamed, Cloud began to turn his face away but Tifa gently caught his jaw and turned it back to face her eyes. His were unsure, full of conflict, hope, desire, fear. She smiled widely and slowly descended to his face, “It's okay Cloud—you can love us both. I know you love Aerith in your own special way. Besides, you needed a mother didn't you?”

Cloud's stone interior crumbled away and, for the first time since his childhood, he smiled with tears in his eyes. Tears of thanks; of joy. He asked to make sure, “You loved me too? Both of you?”

Tifa nodded, now next to his face and staring him lovingly in the eyes. “Yes, we did. But she loved you as a mother, a brother... somewhere in between. She wanted to be the mother that was taken from you.”

Cloud stammered, “I-I...I didn't know...”

Her eyebrows raised and Tifa explained, “She made me promise her.”

“Promise...what?”

“Promise that I protect you; that I love you if she ever passed on. Of course,”she stroked his hair back from his eyes, “she didn't need to ask me to do that. I was planning on being by your side from the beginning.”

Cloud blushed lightly, “Why didn't you say so?”

“Because I wasn't sure if you wanted Aerith or me. I was jealous, too.” Tifa giggled a little and shook her head, “I must sound awful.”

“No,”Cloud said as he smiled another genuine smile, “you sound like Tifa.” He brushed her hair away and pulled her down into another kiss. When they broke after a few brief moments, he added, “You sound like the person I loved so long ago.”

Tifa blushed and grinned widely, “You mean ass-kicking wise or personality wise?”

He smirked mischeviously, “Oh, I thought we were talking about falling in love with your martial arts talents,” he then faked a sigh and frowned, “Well damn, now I don't know what to say.”

Tifa giggled to herself and tilted her head as she asked, “Why say anything at all?”

“Besides,” she mused as she decided to be a bit naughty, “I don't need words to get to you, Mr. Emotionless.”

“Hey, I just don't find much pleasure in talking with people,” Cloud defended.

Tifa faked going for another kiss and instead slid down his cheek and behind his ears with her tongue. He shivered deliciously and she chuckled lightly to herself. “I think you'll find a little bit more... pleasure in your conversations with me from now on?”

She proceeded to lick inside his ear sexily as her hand drifted into his shirt. He gasped quietly at the sensation and she felt a thrill building in her body that she'd wanted satisfied a long time ago.

Turning her attention back to Cloud's face, she kissed him again, this time deeply, and began to roll his hardening nipple in her fingers. His body squirmed slightly against her touch as she continued to get more and more aggressive. Finally, she released him from her mouth and fingers for a moment and looked into his lust-filled eye-lids as they opened to reveal to brilliantly lit, sex-hazed, blue diamonds.

“Tifa...” He began as he tried to gather his thoughts from her assault, “how far are you going to go?”

Knowing exactly what he really wanted to know, she bent over to his ear and whispered, “Don't worry, hon, you're getting off one way or another today.” She ended the sentence by slathering her tongue around the sensitive parts behind his ears again.

His body shuddered and he relaxed, letting her do what she wanted. Deciding to tease him a bit more, she asked him to help her move some of the debris out of the way. Quickly, they did, and soon enough, he found himself laying against the grass and flowers with Tifa staring down at him.

“Take off your shirt?” She asked lustily. He obliged quickly, without ceremony; desperate for release. Her mouth descended onto the ripe, pink flesh of his nipples where she sucked and nibbled lightly. His mouth gasped open and Cloud's body squirmed under her tongue as she continued.

Straddling his groin area, Tifa made sure he was watching and took off her shirt, revealing her boobs already unmasked. She blushed slightly as she explained, “I don't wear bras during the summer; lucky you.”

Again, she descended on his mouth, loving the feeling of her breasts meeting his hard pecks, but this time decided to get him really going. Her hand slithered down from his side to his abdomen and on the liner of his black, flowing pants. His whole body stopped as she inserted a finger and a gasp escaped his mouth as his eyes opened wide to the wall of sensation smacking into him.

She smiled cattily and scraped her finger lightly against the part of the pants that held them to his waist and threatened to explore deeper. Looking back at Cloud's crotch, she could already see the tent raised high. She guessed he was about four or five inches in length; probably nothing she couldn't handle.

With great care, she slowly, carefully slipped her hands into his pants and wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft. Cloud gasped again, deliciously long, his breath coming out in short rasps from the height of the sensation.

“Sensitive, aren't you?” Tifa asked cattily. She resisted the urge to get straight to his meat and get him to explode, opting to instead elongnate the experience. Shifting her body a bit, she ground her pelvis against his penis, which she held against herself with the hand already on his shaft, and felt him slightly buck in response.

Grinning to herself, she bucked again, and he closed his eyes as she began to make a rhythm out of it. Slowly, and with pressure, she ground against him through her jeans. As she did, she recalled that her birth control had gone into effect several months ago, so she'd be fine right now if he spilled a little in her.

Smiling at her unaware and incapacitated victim, Tifa Lockheart set to work on getting Cloud to cum the hardest he had in his life. Slowly shifting off his groin, she pulled off his pants, which he tried to desperately get her to do faster.

She raised her eyes in surprise at his actions. He really wanted it bad and she couldn't help but asking the delicious question, “So when was the last time you masturbated, Cloud?”

His eyes opened slightly as a blush reddened on his face and he tried to decide whether to answer her or not. Finally, with great effort, he responded, “It's been about two months now. I've been busy...”

Not missing a beat, she smiled and said sexily, “Great, I'm going to make every day you didn't count.”

Her hand slithered into his underwear, grasped his meat, and he gasped, “Oh shit...”

She slowly began to jack him off while her other hand pulled at her zipper. She deflty slipped out of her pants to reveal white, cotton panties, and made sure that Cloud got a good look as she took his underwear off slowly.

“Tifa, what are you--?” His voice cut off sharply as she lowered her mouth onto him, replaced by a loud gasp of pleasure. She felt the throb going through his penis and felt oddly powerful having all of his sexual organ in her control at the same time. Every movement she made got a reaction out of him, just as she had imagined it would.

Slowly, she began to massage the length of his shaft with her mouth, making sure to catch every wrinkle and blood vessel on the way up and back down. Once she got the routine down, she lightly danced her tongue over his member.

Cloud began to moan loudly as soon as she began to center her efforts around his top, and so left her right hand to do the bottom part while her mouth worked on the top. Almost too quick for her to stop before he went over the edge, Tifa took her mouth off of him and waited for him to look at her.

When he did, he looked confused and slightly betrayed. She smiled to re-assure him and said, “Tell me when you're close to coming, alright?” He nodded and laid his head back down on the ground.

She giggled softly to herself and descended on him again. Already she could feel the difference in his body as it began to buck lightly against her mouth and as his breath began to grow shallow.

She grinned catilly, taking advantage of his eyes being closed and said, “Hang on, I need to stop for just a second. Don't worry, my mouth is comin' right back on.”

'But which mouth?' She asked evilly to herself. Taking off her panties without a sound, she straddled him and his head quickly ascended in question, “Whoa, isn't it too—oh my...” His words melted in his mouth as she positioned his penis outside her vagina.

“You want to come in, Cloud?” Tifa asked, feeling even more torturous. Cloud nodded once, with a grimace of expectation so tight she knew that it wouldn't be but two seconds after he got in her when he would come. As she wanted it to be.

Slowly, she lowered her chest onto his, grabbed his head, and launched him into a deep kiss as she guided herself onto him. His tongue rolled around vibrantly until she felt the first inch of penetration. His tongue had stopped dead in his mouth and she could already feel his breath quickening and his penis pumping.

“Close?” She asked lightly.

He nodded fervently, “One small pump and--”

“Well, I can't have that!” Tifa chirped as she thrust him into her vagina hard and ground against him as quickly as she could; as soon as she did, he thrust violently into her, hitting her G-spot and Cervix numerous pleasurable times. His fingernails dug into her flesh and his body tensed, she felt the pressure building for what seemed like an almost comedic pause and then...

“Oh my G--!!!” His penis blasted into her, rocketing back and forth with incredible, primal speed; taking her by surprise and with absolutely lust. His gasp turned into a grimaced, squeaky groan, and then ended with an explosion within her vagina and a scream of lust she had never heard before from anyone. His body shook with the power of his orgasm and the scream was, what would be best described as, unrestrained and primal; his voice broke, his voice went up into falseto as he screamed and hollered, and he didn't care who heard him. It was one of the sexiest things she'd ever heard.

He kept screaming out his pleasure for what must've been six seconds and then his body relaxed and he slumped almost lifeless against the flowerbed; panting feverishly as his penis pumped more and more of its warm and inviting seed into her womb; making her feel somehow completed for the moment. Wanting something out of the encounter, she resolved to get him to do the same to her tomorrow.

Gripping his body smoothly against hers, Tifa whispered in his ear, “I'll always be with you. Always.”

His arms grabbed onto her back with almost frightening strength and he laid his chin on her neck, “Please do...”

They held each other for a long time until, finally, exhaustion consumed him and completeness consumed her.

The Reunion: Now four days away.