Red, Colour of Passion

Tifa's deep wine eyes opened, and the first thing she noticed, was that she was in a bedroom. A very ornate one at that. The room was smothered with red and gold ornaments, and some Tifa might dare call 'tacky'. A smell of tobacco smoke hung in the air. She grumbled in a manner of disgust and sat up.

Or attempted to.

She found herself rooted to the bed by some...fluffy handcuffs?! This was bad, very bad. It could only mean one thing. Someone had kidnapped her and was about to...

"Kyahahaha..." chuckled a certain someone. Tifa's face blanched. That belonged to only one woman, a Shin-Ra executive named Scarlet. So that’s who owns the room. It’d explain a lot, she thought gloomily. She felt silk against her skin, and looked down at herself to see a red silk qipao draped over her body. The Nibelheim girl winced at it, it was too strong a colour.

“Ugh, red. Colour of blood…” grunted Tifa, wrinkling her nose in revulsion of the vibrant crimson colour. She froze in shock when she spotted a pair of tan nylon clad legs stood triumphantly over her vulnerable body, A fine bright red dress tumbled over one leg but the other was left uncovered. Tifa followed the material up to be met with a grinning face half covered with free blond hair tumbling down, and gasped. It was indeed Scarlet, who had the feeling of victory radiating off of her.

“Colour of blood? Maybe it is, but it is the colour of passion as well…and you’d do well to learn that around me.” purred Scarlet, falling to her knees then onto all fours, blonde hair tickling the sides of Tifa’s face. “Allow me to teach you then, the red of passion instead of your red of blood.”

A puff of smoke trailed lazily from Scarlet’s lips, and the small semi-transparent cloud hung over Tifa’s face. The smell of fine tobacco (not the coarse stuff like the kind polluting a bar) wafted into her nose, and the cloud sheltered parts of her kidnapper’s face. This effect made Scarlet’s face look more alluring, enhancing the sultry look that she was currently using.

"Red is also a colour of beauty, no? Why red lipstick then? It enhances the beauty of a woman's lips, it brings out the lust in men and women alike, it is many things."

"You do agree on that, am I right?" she smirked coyly.

"...I guess I do on the lipstick part..." admitted Tifa reluctantly, hoping to retain some manner of her own dignity.

"Well, let me show you then." The smirk broadened, the eyelids lowered, the seductive look multiplied. She took a long drag of her cigarette and murmured "Breathe..." exhaling the smoke again onto Tifa's face. The latter did not want to take any more of the tempting smell into her lungs but alas, she just could not help herself. Closing her eyes Tifa mumbled somewhat incoherently, but shushed as soon as Scarlet spoke once more.

"Now dear, I must say, your eyes may not be as intense a colour, but they're still a beautiful red. You can't escape that colour you know. It's as much a part of you as your gorgeous dark hair."

She puffed once more, the smoke inhaled by her helpless victim who could not resist the sweet smell, nor the beauty of the smoker herself. A few more puffs and Tifa was under the irresistable Scarlet's spell. A gloved hand stroked her ivory face, the silk heightening the general lust building inside of the subdued woman. Indeed, it also heightened the beauty of the mysterious red silk clad woman shrouded by smoke.

Entranced, Tifa could only watch as the older woman moved her hand from her face, down her neck, onto her chest where it remained, massaging slowly. The silky dress almost enhanced the tingling sensation running rampant through her body. Tifa’s lids began to droop and her mouth hung open, a quiet moan letting Scarlet know that she was doing something right.

She smiled broadly and gently placed the cigarette on the ashtray lying on the bedside table. Now both hands were free to administer to Tifa’s ample bosom and which of course they eagerly did. The martial artist moaned again and arched into Scarlet’s touch. The executive grinned and bent over, so that she was kissing the barmaid’s neck. She opened the dress oh so slowly, as she trailed a path down from Tifa’s neck.

Goosebumps rose on the ivory skin, and the younger woman’s body instinctively tried to squirm away despite the fact that she enjoyed the many sensations. Snaps were pulled, material was tugged slowly down pale, quivering legs and there was a quiet rustle as the dress slid to the floor. Pouted lips traced down, tongue escaping now and then in a way that Tifa could only deem as a sort of sexual arrogance.

There was a shift and an almost boneless roll of the woman’s hips as she slid perfectly in between Tifa’s powerful leg muscles until she was straddling her from below.

Teeth scraped, fingers pulled teasingly on black hair, and the mouth… dear god the mouth traveled lower until Tifa was no longer coherent.

The world was sent spinning when tongue met silken flesh and flicked, until it became swollen. Tifa bucked, a panting gasp came deep from the pit of her stomach as she tried just to stop it. Heat traveled through her spine when mouth connected again, bringing a rose coloured nipple into that sinful mouth, tonguing slowly, sucking, biting…

And all she could do was moan. Devoid of al thought, all she wanted was more.

Hands pulled uselessly against the handcuffs, the feeling of no escape welling up inside, secretly thrilling her at and at the same time, disgusting her.

Silken, long-nailed fingers trailed a path down her abdomen, nails scraping slightly, moving lower. She bucked hard, breath escaping ferociously from her throat when those fingers grazed over her.

“So much tension?” Scarlet raised a penciled blonde eyebrow, smirk traveling over ruby red lips.

“It’s y-your fault…” Tifa managed to gasp out as fingers played over a nipple, pulling gently, then releasing.

Scarlet tutted.

“Now now,” she purred, “let’s not fight. After all…” Fingers slipped down and in somewhat and Tifa clenched her eyes shut, moaning harshly, hand pulling ferociously on the handcuffs, “red is the colour of many things…”

Her mouth returned to pay homage to Tifa’s breast as fingers massaged her folds in a wonderful combination that made the room spin. Her back arched, her thighs clenched, her throat worked as the sensations shot up her spine while hands moved faster in circles, endless circles and a mouth tongued rapidly over a reddened nipple.

Mouth moved downwards, earning an abandoned moan until Scarlet massaged deeper, harder, and Tifa could only slur her moan into a harsh shout. She roamed over lean muscles in an ivory abdomen, feeling the muscles jump when she rolled her tongue in a bellybutton, giving the girl a taste of what she planned to do later on. But not much later, if she managed to keep up this languid pace.

She leaned back, ceased her actions and smiled, viewing her handiwork. A once confident, strong fighter was reduced into a quivering mass by her own hands. She smirked as she met Tifa’s pleading eyes, demanding more, her shaking body still not fulfilled yet. And Scarlet wasn’t going to just up and leave her, oh no, she was going to teach her that lesson.

“You see dear-” She murmured, her hand snaking back inside Tifa, causing the younger woman to groan and inch her body further onto Scarlet’s hand. “-the colour red has a lot of meanings-” The hand pushed more inside “-and I believe the main meaning is passion.”

She removed her hand and lazily licked off the sweet nectar that coated her hand, purring as she did so. She moved up and planted a fervent kiss on Tifa’s panting lips, returning to where she was originally “I’m going to make sure that it will be the first thing you think of when you see the colour red. My favourite colour as well as my favourite emotion.”

With that having been said, Scarlet resumed her slow kisses down from Tifa’s belly button and, upon reaching the martial artist’s most vulnerable area, she lingered, oh so slowly, on the outside. The younger woman could feel an immeasurable feeling building up inside of her, begging to be released. All it took was for Scarlet to go inside once more…

The executive in particular could almost feel the tension inside of Tifa and grinned, sliding her tongue inside, exploring every part of her womanhood as she could manage. The sensation was too much for the Nibelheim girl, who screamed, hips bucking instinctively, calling out Scarlet’s name the more she swirled her tongue around. Tifa felt a wave of something, the thing indescribable, wash through her body, gasping as it did so. After this she fell limp, the tingles remaining from the wave, panting and her eyes closed.

Scarlet smiled and leaned in over Tifa’s head “So dear, the colour red is…”

“Passion…” whispered Tifa breathlessly.

“Good girl.” purred Scarlet, her hand finding it’s way back inside her folds.

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Authors Notes: Jesus Christ I thought I’d never be able to write this. Major props to Sparkly-Elf who helped me so much with the fic, without whom this fanfic would’ve prolly curled up and died. Even then, someone’s done a better ScarletTifa fic >_>.
EDIT: Eeeee, and some extra bits added, thanks to some helpful pointars, lawl.