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This was just a plot bunny that plagued my mind for some time... mainly because this site lacks CloTi smut. (It lacks RuTi smut as well... so I plan to write something along those lines sooner or later too) Hopefully it comes off more sweet than anything, but I'll let you be the judge. Thank you for reading!

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I felt myself wake up and I wasn’t sure what the cause of it was. I blinked my eyes open against my will to see if I could figure it out, but all I noticed was that the clock said it was nearly four in the morning and I was still completely exhausted. Blindly, I reached for the blankets so I could go back to sleep, but jumped when I felt arms go around my waist.

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” Cloud whispered, bringing me closer to him to calm me down. I could tell that he was nude, but I wasn’t exactly fazed. Instead of saying anything about it, I relaxed against him and felt him kiss the back of my neck.

“You’re back,” I said sleepily, stating the obvious. He was gone on a four day delivery to North Corel, which shouldn’t seem like a very long time, but it was to me. It was the longest he was away from 7th Heaven in over two months. Even though we talked on the phone every night, it was nice to see him in person and in my room. No matter what, he would’ve gone to my bedroom to sleep, for it was where he had been sleeping since he moved back after his Geostigma was cured.

“Mm hmm,” he murmured, his fingers stroking my stomach. With a small exhale, he shifted against my back, slid his hand over my hip, and curled his fingers over the material of my underwear. “I missed you…”

I smirked at his intentions and said, “I missed you too. Not like I’m complaining, but this is how you say hello to me?”

“I just want to be close to you….” He whispered in my ear in a way that made me close my eyes and exhale. “But you seem to have things in my way…”

Over the past few months as our relationship developed, we rarely wore clothing to bed, which is why he wanted mine off. Since he was on his delivery and I wasn’t expecting him back until the morning or early afternoon of the next day, there wasn’t a point to sleeping naked. Plus, now that winter was starting to creep up on Edge, it was colder in the house and I didn’t have Cloud to hold me and warm me up.

Our relationship started off rather quickly, but I wasn’t worried about the speed that we took it at. We had known each other for the majority of our lives, he was the first boy that I ever met, knowing he was my next door neighbor. It was unfortunate that I spent most of my childhood shunning him, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t want to get to know him. It was more of an influence that the friends of mine had over me, but Cloud was a very attractive boy and I knew his feelings toward me. Perhaps that’s the reason why I took a risk that day by meeting him by the well when he asked me to. That night… perhaps changed my life.

When he left for SOLDIER, I found myself waiting for him to return. He… was always there for me when everyone else wasn’t. When my mother died, he was the one who wanted to comfort me. When I went off into the Nibel mountains that one day, he was the one followed me and saved my life. I owed him a lot. He was my hero… and I fell in love with him while he was gone. I wanted him to come back from SOLDIER and I would finally be able to tell him how excited I was to see him again, but… knowing the circumstances that we saw each other next, our reunion was cut short. He did keep his promise and come back to me though… I guess you could say that he even protected me.

When I woke up again and discovered that he was gone, I found myself waiting around for him still. I had to take care of myself due to my father dying at the hands of Sephiroth, so I made a new life for myself by moving to Midgar and opening my bar. It was something to keep my mind off of Cloud and how things could’ve been, and it also helped pay the bills.

I was surprised to see him again five years later. The little boy from next door… all grown up. I was 20, he was 21… and so much had changed. Everything with the Mako treatments and the rise of Sephiroth… but he still remembered our promise and I still was in love with him. It was difficult, but I didn’t want to say anything to him about it. I kept my mouth shut for so long… and there were times when I felt I just couldn’t take it anymore, but I felt for his sake that I shouldn’t say anything. Why should I? He liked me for all those years and I didn’t do anything about it. I turned my back on him, so why would he openly return his feelings again?

Our friendship grew, and it was something much greater than I ever could’ve imagined. Perhaps I grew to trust him too quickly, but I couldn’t help it. I was there for him when he needed me; through the Mako reactions, Aeris’ death, Sephiroth. I was by his side whenever he needed me, and we grew extremely close.

However, he was hard to reach for such a long time after the fall of Sephiroth. No matter how close I thought we were and as hard as I tried, it seemed as though he just became more internalized. He wouldn’t turn me away or act cold toward me, I could read him fairly well, but there were some things that I could not reach. He tortured himself over the death of Aeris and Zack, solely blaming himself for everything that happened. It was a burden that he didn’t have to carry, yet he did anyway.

Seeing him with a smile on his face after the death of Kadaj and his brothers, I knew that things were going to change… and they did. After Denzel was cured, we all stayed around that pool, just watching how happy everyone was. Seeing the children splashing and having a good time was something that I had longed to see for such a long time. Cloud and I took care of many of the orphans around Midgar and Edge, just to give them a home and some love for as long as they wanted it, and it was hard to see them suffer. The older ones didn’t want to complain so they tried to hide the pain, but there were several times when the younger ones would crawl on my lap and cry to me… asking why they were ‘bleeding black.’ It tore me apart for I never knew how to respond, with the exception of a hug and rocking them to sleep. But… to see them smiling and happy again… to see them healthy again… it was an incredible feeling.

Out of everyone though, I just couldn’t take my eyes off of Cloud. He looked… so different. He was smiling, playing with the children, and I even heard him laugh when Barret picked up Yuffie and threw her in the pool. When most of the people were gone, he walked over to me and asked me to go in the water. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it at first, but he nearly pulled me in so I didn’t really have a choice. He caught me before I splashed and lowered me in the water, just wrapping his arms around me once my feet were on the ground. Hugs weren’t new for us; he always gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek before making a delivery or just whenever he went on an errand over the past two years, but this hug… it said more.

He held me close to him and thanked me for all that I have done for him. I told him that he didn’t need to thank me, it was what best friends did for each other, but he just stood there and held me for the longest time. Then, it almost seemed unreal as he whispered that he loved me… always had… and always would. I wasn’t sure how to react, so I looked at him in shock. He said that the look explained a lot, so he took the risk to kiss me in front of everyone. It was a simple kiss, nothing too pure nor too chaste, but it was enough to change everything. He loved me, I loved him… and we were together. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

“So I’ve noticed…” I said, arching my back a little as his hand released my underwear and went to my stomach again, steadily moving downwards. Moaning quietly, I moved my hand to gently grip his arm.

“Where are the kids?” He asked in the same low, husky tone as he began nibbling on my ear.

His fingers went under the material, teasing me, and wrapped a leg around mine. One of the many things I loved about Cloud was that he was a torture lover. He made me want it so badly so I was on the verge of pinning him down and begging for it, and even though I knew this concept, it still drove me crazy. He knew what I liked and what I didn’t, even though we hadn’t been together that long, but he knew just how to push my sexual buttons. “Barret has them for the weekend,” I whispered, feeling his other hand slide under my side, up the top of my pajamas and stroke the skin underneath my right breast.

“Oh good,” he replied, blowing a stream of air directly into my ear. “That way… you don’t have to stay quiet.”

I softly chuckled and said, “you just like to hear me scream.”

“Only because you do it so well…” Quickly removing his hands from my skin, he grabbed my waist and flipped me to my back without a warning, causing me to let out a small yelp in surprise. “That’s a good start,” he stated before crawling on top of me and kissing my lips gently. He stroked my side with his right hand, pushing up the material of my shirt at the same time.

“Just take it off,” I whispered between kisses, nibbling on his lower lip and resting my hands on the small of his back.

His response was a small sound from his throat as he moved his kisses from my lips to my neck and moved his hand to the outside of my shirt and caressed my breast, letting his fingers play over the nipple. Every time he touched my skin, a shiver went through my spine, making me close my eyes and exhale… wanting more. He sucked gently on my neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make me moan softly and move my head to the side to give him more access.

I was beginning to grow a little inpatient, so I removed my hands off of his back and started to take off my own underwear. Before I was able to get far, he pinned down my legs with his and grabbed one of my wrists and held it down onto the bed. Once his lips were by my ear again, he trailed his tongue along the outside and, with a breathy chuckle, scolded, “Mmm mm, Lockheart…”

Letting my hand free, he shifted his weight so he was lying beside me, and placed his hand on my stomach, tracing muscle with his finger tips, tickling around my navel briefly. That hand traveled up my torso and lifted my shirt so my breasts were exposed, yet he didn’t take it off yet. No, it would still be too soon for Cloud to do that. Kissing my lips again, his tongue flicked my upper lip as his hand caressed my breasts; fingers trailing in random patterns on my skin before grabbing me and kissing me more passionately.

He put his leg over mine and moaned quietly into the kiss, his fingers pinching my nipple, making me moan. I tried turning onto my side to be closer to him, but he held me down, then chuckled a little. It was clear that I wasn’t going to be able to have any control over this unless I wanted to use all my force and pin him down. There were times when I felt up to that, but not now. I wanted him to tease me… I wanted him to torture me. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me.

As he began kissing down my neck, my shirt started to go over my head at the same time. He was moving quicker than I thought he was going to, but the thought was lost as his tongue reached out and flicked my nipple. I heard the material land on the floor somewhere in my room, but I didn’t care where it ended up, I was just thankful that it was off. I couldn’t hold in my moan as I dug my fingers into his hair and held his head down. I felt my pulse race as he gently sucked on my breasts and his hand moved down to between my legs, tickling my inner thighs mercilessly.

My pulse raced as he moved from one breast to the next, trailing his tongue on my skin on the way. Going up on his knees, he drove his knee more between my legs to pry them apart and gently ground his knuckles up into my clitoris. Even though my underwear was still on, I moaned his name softly and closed my eyes as I gripped onto his sides, digging my nails into him.

“Already wet, I see,” he murmured as he looked up at me. I nodded and he gave me a rather proud smirk before backing up, holding my legs apart, and kissing my lower abdomen. His fingers stroked me through the fabric and I again tried to bring my hand down to help him take them off. With another chuckle, he stopped my hand and held it down, then moved my underwear so he could enter a finger inside of me. It was only one, but I still bucked my hips slightly.

I had to clutch the sheets as he slowly moved his finger around then added a second one, pumping them in and out. His kisses continued to go down my abdomen, and I knew he was aware of just how much he was torturing me. He would kiss downward about two inches, then kiss back up one… then would repeat it. My breathing had begun to race, and his free hand reached up and grabbed my breast again, increasing the speed that his fingers were entering me.

Tilting my head back as his lips reached my clitoris, I moaned in appreciation. He nipped at my clitoris a few times before taking out his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. His hand removed my panties, slipping them off my legs before that article of clothing was tossed carelessly across the room as well, then his hand found one of mine that were gripping the sheets and he entwined fingers with me so I could feel my wetness on them.

His other hand continued to fondle my breast, pinching the nipple at regular intervals, causing me to arch my back slightly. The pleasure continued to increase, as well as my moaning, and then he released my hand to again enter his fingers in me, this time using three. I winced at first, but once I relaxed, I was able to enjoy it more. He sucked on my clitoris and entered his fingers in me faster and faster until I felt the pleasure peak and I orgasmed with a small scream.

I began shaking and opened my eyes, not realizing just how hard I was clutching at the bed. Looking up at me, he slowly licked his lips and said, “do you want to finish here or in the shower?”

That was a question that I loved hearing, for both sounded like excellent choices. However, now that we were both naked on the bed, I didn’t want to move for I’d be afraid I’d pin him down halfway to the bathroom. “Here… and then shower later.”

He nodded and began kissing me again, pointedly digging his hips into my nether regions. I could feel how hard he was against me and I didn’t want to wait any longer… I could tell he didn’t either. Digging my nails into his back again, I broke the kiss, raised my hips into his, and whispered, “take me.”

“A little eager, are we?” He asked, although I could see the sweat starting to form on his forehead and feel his pulse beating against my chest. Not giving me a chance to respond, he grabbed my leg and held it against my chest so I wouldn’t be able to move and continued to kiss me. He grinded his hips up against mine for several minutes, making me continuously guess when he was going to stop teasing.

To rush him a little, I lowered my hand and wrapped my hand around his erection, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. I rubbed my thumb along the tip, feeling the pre ejaculate cover my fingers slightly from the motion. He gasped and kissed my lips again, sucking and licking my lips almost desperately as I continued to move my hand up and down.

“Tifa,” he moaned, putting his hand on mine to remove it. I knew I almost threw him over the edge and he didn’t want to quite yet, so I abided his unspoken wishes and placed my hands on his hips, stroking his skin with my fingernails. Freeing his hands, he placed them on my hips and kissed my neck, grinding our hips together once again before giving a small thrust.

“Cloud…” I said breathily, feeling him suck on my neck so hard that I knew he left a mark. It was the least of my worries, but I knew that he was past the point of consciousness, and I wasn’t sure what he was waiting for anymore. “I want you…now…”

I could feel his damp blonde spikes brushing against my face as he nodded and breathed directly into my ear. Moving one of his arms underneath my shoulders to hold me against him, he lifted his hips enough to direct his erection inside of me with his other hand. With one swift thrust, I felt him enter me, and I let out a small cry as he moaned from the sensation.

Again I dug my nails in his shoulder blades, lifting my legs up to wrap around his waist, which was difficult knowing he was covered in sweat. I had to apply pressure to my nails to keep a hold on him, but that only made him grab onto my waist and kiss me brutally as he started to work up a steady and natural rhythm. The fact that his lips were on mine prevented me from moaning too loudly, and the way he was nipping at my lips only milked more noise out of me.

Small grunts of pleasure left his throat every time his hips slammed up against mine, my body nearly bucking against him with every thrust. He was gripping onto my sides rather roughly, but it was to keep me in place, even if he was driving me into the bed.

I wasn’t sure how much time went by, but I could start to feel my body become numb from the pleasure. My moans were growing louder, and I could just feel the pleasure building in my lower abdomen. It was blinding…and the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had.

I broke the kiss to roll my head backward into the pillow as the feeling began to soak my body, and he began kissing my ear. “I love you, Tifa,” he murmured, continuing the thrusts deeply inside of me. I tried to say something back, but I was unable to as he threw me over the edge and I reached an orgasm that had my ears ringing and spotted my vision with black. I screamed as I dug my nails down his back, giving him proof that his thrusts were well received.

He dug his head into my neck as I cried out and he froze as he came deeply inside of me with a moan of his own. I panted underneath him as I recovered from the mind blowing orgasm, feeling him slowly pull out and relax against me, holding me close to him so I could feel his racing heartbeat.

After a few moments, he slid off of me and continued to keep his arms wrapped around my waist, then kissed me gently on the side of my head. “Feel better?”

“Me?” I asked, managing to get some of my wits about me. “You’re the one who greeted me like this.”

“You complaining?” he asked, his fingers gently stroking the small of my back. He was still panting, but then again, so was I.

With a small chuckle, I shook my head and looked up at him, giving him a small kiss on the lips. “Not at all. I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too, Tifa,” he whispered, reaching for the blankets and covering the two of us in a messy fashion. He nibbled on my lower lip again, nuzzling my cheek with his nose. “And… I got you to scream.”

“You always do,” I mumbled, playfully making a face at him. “You always end up with nail marks down your back too.”

“Mmm.” He kissed my forehead before resting his cheek on the spot. Even though I never made the marks on purpose, he still liked to gloat about them… same thing whenever he gave me a hickey. He would snicker at me and, most of the time, he received a punch to the shoulder.

Both of our breathing starting to even out, and I jumped slightly when he moved one of his hands to stroke my hair and then give my scalp a gentle massage. A pleased noise escaped my throat before I snuggled up closer to him. “Good night.”

“Night, Tifa,” he whispered, giving me another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I replied back, barely audible as I closed my eyes, smiled, and drifted off to sleep.