A Night of Passion

Irony had never been one of Cid Highwind's strong suits, but even he would be able to apprectiate it later on. For that very night, he cursed just how hot Cosmo Canyon could get. He woke up at about 1:45 in the morning and cursed the heat for not letting him sleep.

Feeling the whiskey coursing through his system, Cid stumbled up and groggily stumbled his way to the bathroom. Going through two doors, he reasoned that he had gone into the bathroom and back out. He opened his eyes after giving them a hard rub and found himself back at square one at the bed. And he heard splashing.

Dammit, Shera! Can't ya ever shut off the water, for Chrissake? It just costs us more money to pay for all the damn water you use...

Just as Cid opened the bathroom door, he remembered what become of Shera. Then who the fuck is in here?!

He shook his head, clearing the haze of weariness and drink, and prepared to punch whoever it was out. His adrenaline turned to suprise as he saw who was in his bathroom. Or, more accurately, in his bathtub.

She was singing contentedly to herself as she washed down her arms. She obviously had just got in and looked up when she heard the door opening. The woman in the tub shrieked at seeing him and pulled the shower curtain forward to conceal her nude body. Cid jumped and shut the door so as not to look at her.

"Tifa!" He yelled. "What the hell are you doing in my room?!"

"What are you talking about?" Tifa countered. "This is MY room!"

Cid blinked and looked about. Goddamnit, the girl was right. Unless he was more intoxicated than he thought and bought himself some mini-skirts and bras. Naw, that sounded more like Cloud.

"Ah, shit! I'm sorry, Teef."

"It's OK," Tifa said, sounding more than a little embarrased. "What're you doing here anyway?"

"Thought this was my room." Cid said. "I needed to go to the john."

"Fine." Tifa said. "Go ahead. I'll keep the curtain here."

"Aw, thanks, Teef." Cid said as he came back in. All he saw of Tifa though was her dim, fuzzy outline behind the curtain, with her arms over her chest.

After finishing his business and washing his hands, he warned the fistfighter that he was just poking his head in for a second. He thanked her for the time, yet couldn't help but notice just how reserved she was.

"C'mon, Teef." He said with a small smile. "What's a pretty girl like you gotta be afraid of?"

"Plenty. Don't look," Tifa blushed and turned her face away. "Makes me feel uncomfortable."

"You?" Cid said, raising his eyebrows. "C'mon, look at ya. Yer gorgeous."

"Yeah, but I'm NAKED..." Tifa's rich blush only increased.

"So?" Cid said, shooting from the hip. "You're still a great lookin' girl. Can't see a reason for ya to be uncomfortable."

"Thanks," She mumbled. "You done?"

"Hell, Teef," Cid said, straightening up. "If it makes you feel better, we'll be even."

With that, possibly thanks to the alcohol in his system and despite Tifa's strangled protest, Cid Highwind's hands went to the buckle on his pants, undoing them and letting them and his boxers fall down around his ankles. Tifa's crimson eyes went wide in record as she stared for a brief half second at what lay between his legs. You'd think she'd never seen a naked man before, given the look of wonder and suprise on her face.

When she finally realized where she staring, she took an arm from her chest and used it to cover his appendage from her point of view as she tried to maintain her shy smile.

"Well, seeing as we're both here, how's the water?" Cid grinned widely, enjoying making fun of the poor girl.

"None of your business, Highwind!" Tifa's eyes went livid again, trying to conceal a small smile. "But for the record, it's just fine."

"Yeah, I've been without a wash for a while now." Cid said, a light in his eyes that Tifa just couldn't put her finger on. "Mind if I join you?"

...

"Mind if I join you?"

The mere thought was an entirely new concept to her. Cid Highwind, her old friend, (and one of her oldest crushes, though nobody knew that besides her) wanting to join her, naked, in the bathtub.

It was almost too good to be true. Tifa concealed a pinch on her breast to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Nope, still conscious. Hell, just what was Cid thinking?

Never mind that, what was she thinking? Although her consious mind told her to play it safe and to not rush into something she might regret, her mouth had turned traitor and said "Yes" to his invitation.

Cid flashed a grin, that crazy, snarl-like, ruggedly handsome grin of his and clambered into the large bathtub behind her. That simple act gave Tifa that familiar shudder of someone walking over her grave, only it didn't pass within a few milliseconds. It remained, and only got worse as Cid stretched his legs outward to get more comfortable. She sat by the taps, bunched up into a ball of tension and wariness while Cid lay back at the other end. It was a large bathrub, but Cid's feet still managed to come up alongside Tifa's thighs.

Damn that man, how can he be so relaxed?

As Tifa began to unwind and continue with washing herself, Cid piped up after a couple of minutes "Pass the soap back when yer done, eh?"

"Sure," Tifa said, her voice barely audible, even to herself. As soon as she was finished washing her arms down, she passed the soap back. And not a moment after she had passed it back did she feel rough hands on her back. "W-What are you doing?" She asked, fearful and excited at the same time.

Cid simply shrugged. "Ya missed a spot." He said, matter-of-factly.

Tifa's nerves flared on end for a moment. Just what did Cid Highwind think he was doing, touching her like this. Not that she minded though, she had always dreamed of something like this...

But he had to be drunk or something. This wasn't like Cid, at least not the Cid she knew. But after he lathered her exposed back up and rinsed it off, she actually began to enjoy his hands there, feeling their warmth and callusus, in contrast to her supple and soft flesh.

After the last bit of soap was gone, she found herself unexpectedly saying "Don't stop...please, Cid. Don't stop."

Although her eyes closed with some inexplicable ectasy, she could see Cid Highwind giving a bemused smirk. She heard him gruffly whisper, "Why?" to which she replied "Your hands feel so good. Don't stop."

So, Cid didn't stop. He proceeded to rub her down, on her shoulders, her back muscles, all the way down to just shy of her rump, and back up again, in a square-like motion. When she let out a quiet moan of pleasure, he apparently decided to switch things up a bit by digging his thumbs into her soft flesh and making small, circular motions all the way down.

Only did Tifa's eyes open again when Cid gently took hold of her shoulders and turned her around to face him. If one would have told her that was the same Captain Cid Highwind she met in rocket Town all those years ago, she would have sworn they were mad. He looked like a changed man, his normally cold, indifferent stare and stony sneer was relaced with a warm look towards her, with his thin lips pursed, as if he was formulating just the right words to say. His sky-blue eyes harbored hat same harrowed, empty look she saw when she saw him yesterday, but there was something more there now. Something a lot stronger.

There was at least one more strong emotion on the playing field. Tifa's chronic shyness, for she turned away and made a move to cover herself. "Don't look," She protested.

"Why the hell not?" Cid said, genuinely puzzled. "It's not like I haven't seen a naked girl before."

A small pang of jealousy resounded in Tifa's stomach. Well, who was she kidding. Cid was only human, and needed companionship. But the larger matter was that she had never had anyone outside of her family see her without any clothes on. And that was years before she hit puberty. No one besides her had seen the fully developed woman who was Tifa Lockheart, until now. Not even Cloud, who always seemed to busy to be worried about her.

"I'm... not disapointing?" Tifa asked, releasing one of her greatest fears into those three words.

"You?" Cid cocked a bemused eyebrow. "Disapointing? Teef, I dunno where ya got that idea, but yer far from it. Hell, yer the best sight I've seen for years. I mean that, and to hell with whatever Cloud either said or didn't say. Now you just relax. I'm not done yet."

He then took Tifa's right hand and began rubbing down her arm, ever so gently. He noticed the small hairs that hadn't been shaved for at least half a day stand up on end. Her lips pursed as her eyes closed, feeling his rough hands caress her soft arm, each alternating in direction on either side that sent the shivers running down her arm, coursing through her spine faster than a hungry Mako reactor could have drained the Lifestream.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of ecstasy, Cid finished her right arm off with a gentle rub of her palm before moving on to the left arm, which he preformed the exact same treatment.

Just as Tifa thought that she would have melted in the tub with satisfaction, Cid preformed one last finishing touch: he brought his hands up to rest his palms on her jawline as he worked his thumbs gently into her temples and drew the down along her cheekbones. He then began to work his way into her hair on the top of her head, gently rubbing the very tip of her skull, causing Tifa to bring her hands up and hold onto his wrists. After he was done up top, he brought his thumbs down to work along her forehead, and then finally down to her earlobes.

Once he'd finished there, Tifa opened her eyes again, a smile she hadn't shown Cid all evening on her lips. "Thank you," She murmured.

"Hell, ya seemed on edge, Teef." Cid shrugged. "Don't like tension, it erodes the soul. Besides, some people tell me I've got a nice touch."
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"Oh, you do." Tifa's smile only grew and she noticed that Cid's had as well."I think I'd better get out before I become a prune."

She rose, water dripping off her slick body and stepped onto the bathmat, when Cid immediately followed suit. He took one of the towels off the rack and began to dry Tifa off. She thanked him and returned the favour. Although when he asked her about how she felt about it, she wouldn't reveal that this was one thing she thought about from time to time on long, cold nights; Cid, even without his shirt on, seeing the lean muscle that always resided beneath his flight jacket or shirts. Even jus tto lay hands on it once would have made her tingly all over. Now, to be here with him, was like a forgotten dream come true.

Tifa dried the small section of her hair that had been dampened, and dressed in a bathrobe, while Cid pulled his undershirt and pants back on. Since neirther of them were tired, they sat on Tifa's bed and began to talk.

After talk of what Cid had been up to, the clientele of Seventh Heaven, Tifa finally posed a question.

"Truth or Dare."

Cid raised an eyebrow and looked at the clock. It was already two thirty. Hell, it was a Saturday. "Truth."

"Have you ever missed me?" Tifa asked, a slight blush creeping up her neck.

Cid nodded. He said "Yeah, quite a bit." but she had a feeling there was more to it than that. But before she could ask more on the subject, he asked her the reciprocating question, to which she said "Truth."

Cid bit his lip before asking, but finally managed "Do you ever miss him?"

Tifa's face fell. She didn't particulaly like talking about Cloud, especially after she had spent so long trying to get on with her life and wait for him to come back, which both seemed like matter and antimatter respectively. But, she chose truth so she whispered "Yes. Sometimes, I really miss him being able to tell me it's all right. But..."

"Yeah, Cid said, realizing he had strayed into unfriendly waters. Cut it short. "I getchya."

Tifa nodded, her gaze looking at Cid's feet, not his face. Cid mentally kicked himself for bringing it up, but was caught off guard by Tifa's next question to which he answered truth.

"What happened between you and Shera?"

Well, he couldn't have said he didn't see this coming. Cid bit his lip and swallowed his pride.

"She left." Short, simple, to the point. Shoulda been enough.

But, as the case was with women, it wasn't. There had to be how, when, why? How was simple. When was about a month or so ago. Seemed like a lifetime. Why, well that was a tough one. No, not tough. It's just that a man like Cid Highwind had a hard time admitting that he was wrong.

Tifa, bless her soul had decided that this was indeed a sensitive topic for him and chose not to pursue it any furhter than a tight hug.

Her hair smelled faintly of her tangerine scented shampoo and he could still feel the heat of the bath coming off her. And to balance these girly things out, she still had a firm, tomboyish grip.

Although Cid knew he was starting to get in just a little too deep, he found himself asking the reciprocating question. To which Tifa answered "Truth."

Girl likes playing it safe, I guess. Cid thought as he racked his tired brain for a suitable question. "What's it like bein' just by yer lonesome?"

Tifa's eyebrow rose. "Well, I - I guess I'd never really thought about it." She said. "I guess it's all right. I mean, I only have to worry about myself, and the kids from time to time. But, it's okay."

"Doesn't get lonely at times?" Cid furrowed his brow.

Tifa bowed her head slightly. "Sometimes." She said, quietly. "But, the good outweighs the bad. Truth or dare."

Tired as he was with all these unspoken truths, Cid decided to change things up a bit. "Dare."

Tifa's red eyes bore into Cids, and she unblinkingly said to him "Kiss me. Kiss me like you used to kiss Shera."

The hell? Cid thought. What was this girl up to? Had she lost her sense of reality?

The devil on Cids' other shoulder nagged at him Go for it! You'll never get another chance.

Cid Highwind was never much of a saint. He took the front of Tifa's bathrobe in his fists and brought his lips gently to hers.

A lot of Shera's mushy love stories had busshit in them like "Her lips tasted of chocolate" or "Her tongue was the flavour of strawberries". Cid found Tifa's lips tasted of flesh. As well as a hint of fruity liquor and toothpaste. But just being able to have a girl, this girl kissing him, had all those other kisses he'd experienced left behind.

After a few seconds, Tifa put her arms around Cid's neck. He moved his hands up to along her jawline, holding her head in his hands. They angled slightly, deepening their kiss. Her lips parted, allowing Cid's tongue to slip in just a bit to taste hers. Tifa emitted a slight moan as she leant back onto the bed, having Cid Highwind atop her.

When they broke apart, Cid decided to continue with what had tranpired, knowing the answer to both his queries. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Tifa whispered, longing written all over her face.

Cid grinned that snarl-like grin of his and put his hands back on Tifa's robe. "Let's get rid of this."

Cid pulled the white cotton bathrobe off of the lady beneath him, looking her up and down. The cute small feet, her muscular, smooth legs, her firm abdomen, her thin, feminie shoulders connecting to the slender arms he'd massaged not an hour ago, her voluptuos, inviting breasts.

Tifa reached up and pulled Cids' undershirt off, reaching for him, putting her hands all over his chest. She leant up and began kissing at his collarbone.

Feeling what any normal, red-blooded, chain smoking pilot would have felt, Cid began to nibble at her neck, causing Tifa to moan again. When he withdrew for feaar of hurting her, she pressed his head down and whispered "Harder. Bite me."

Gnawing, but not chomping, Cids' teeth dug lightly into Tifas' neck, rousing a thrill of pleasure for her. She arched her neck up, allowing him more surface coverage. Her hands roamed his back, feeling the strong muscles there. Cid propped her up, his strong arms holding her in a python-like grip, not ever wanting to let go.

"Cid," Tifa whipered, pulling his head up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were gleaming with want, her body trembling with anticipation. "I want you."

"Yeah," Cid murmured. "How badly?"

"More than anything," Tifa moaned. "Cid, I want you to be my first."

The realization that Tifa Lockheart, the gorgeous bartender that he had spent nights pleasuring himself over, was indeed a virgin hit Cid Highwind like another Meteorfall. He blinked for a moment, trying to get this straight in his mind.

"Cid, something wrong?" Tifa's desirous gaze was replaced by one of worry.

"Yer," Cid whispered huskily. "Yer a virgin?"

"Yeah," Tifa said, looking down. "I've - I've never been with anyone before."

JACKPOT! Well done, Highwind! Don't let this one go, damn you!

"Is that a bad thing?" Tifa winced, evidently fearing the answer.

"Bad?" Cid looked at her, a look of pure wonder on his face. "Teef, that's every man's fuckin' dream!"

Without another word, Cid pushed her down and brought his lips thundering down on hers. Only then really aware of his now painfully contained erection, Cid undid his pants and slip out of them.

Damn, this girl felt good. So soft, an' warm. Cids' hands swept around to position themselves on her hips as he began to kiss downward. Onto ther chest, onto her stomach, onto her hips. He puposefuly avoded her sex, but instead went around, kissing up her leg. And then, back down the other one, until she was literally clawing at him, begging for his manhood.

all evidence to the contrary, Cid Highwind was a patient man. He could wait a long time to get what he wanted, if he deemed the wait worth it. And for now, there was no rush. He told his lover to be patient as he began kisiing back up her body, then flipped them so that he was on his back.

"Yer turn," he growled, rousing a playful smile from Tifa. She proceeded to return the favour, kissing him long and hard down his chest over his hard toned muscles that had taken years of hard work to shape. Finally, when she reached down to where his legs joined, she gave Cid a playful smirk.

"I've heard a lot about this," She said, grinning. "Always wondered how it would work."

Before Cid could ask what the devil she was talking about, Tifa took hold of his erection and clamped her mouth down around it. Her right hand kept it in place while her left began massaging the package just below his shaft.

Cids' back arched with suprise and gratification. He had a few girls in the past preform this service on him before, but never like this. Most girls were sloppy and rushed. Not Tifa. She took her time, tasting the small amount of fluid that had collected at the tip, and slowly raising and lowering her head to stimulate him. His rough hands took hold of her silky hair, guiding her head to provide a better angle.

After a few minutes of having her taste him, Cid grabbed her by the hips and swung her body around to return the favour. Her taste was unique, as were all girls. She was slightly sour, but not by too much. It was a taste Cid could learn to live with, given the time. He slowly began to stimualte the small mound of flesh that was revealed when he spread both cleanly shaven folds apart, causing loud muffled moans from the other end. He held onto her buttocks for support, marvelling at how round, firm and soft they were.

Once he had determined just how wet Tifa was, Cid realigned them to face each other. They shared a brief, passionate kiss, after which Tifa murmured "Can I have you, Cid? Please?"

"Well, that depends on whether you've been a good girl or not." Cid said, liking to see her squirm.

"Oh, I've been good," Tifa whispered, kissing his neck. "Please, Cid, I'm so wet. I want you so bad."

"Good? I dunno, Teef." Cid said, smiling broadly and wickidly."Puttin' something like that in yer mouth, sound more like ya been naughty."

"Well, you did the same," Tifa protested, grabbing at him.

"Two wrongs make a right, do they?" Cid smiled, feeling himself beginning to break down. He was completely hard and in dire need of release.

"I suppose," Tifa moaned. "Please..."

Cid brought himself atop his lover and mounted her. Her legs spread out, he pulled the bare folds apart once more and prepared to insert himself into her. "This is gonna hurt a bit," He warned.

Tifa bit her lip, preparing for the pain. "All right."

Without another word, Cid slipped himself inside Tifa Lockheart. His forskin had barely made it in when she spasmed with pain and let out a yelp. "Gently," She whispered.

"Shh, shh." Cid assurred her, sqeezing her tight. "Hold on as tight as ya need. Yer okay, Teef."

Her arms went around Cid faster than he could blink, holding onto him. Her natural lubrication allowed him to slip inside without incident, and within second her muffled cries of pain was replaced with a wonderous, satisfied "Ohhhhhh..."

That moan she emitted made Cid forget all about holding back and proceeded to go deeper into her. Slowly thrusting to stimulate her as much as he could, she too began to throw caution to the winds, her moans becoming louder.

Between gasps of pleasure, she moaned to him "You're so big, Cid."

Cid, curious, looked down to where they had connected. As it turns out, he was barely halfway inside of her. He looked back up, right into her eyes and said "You ain't seen nothin' yet,"

For what seemed like hours but was only in actual factabout a half hour, Cid thrust into Tifa, causing her to write, squirm, moan and call out his name. He was finally able to touch her breasts, the wonderful, soft, let's not deny it big and natural breasts he had noticed about her when they first met. (Would ya look at THOSE knockers?! He thought when he first saw her.) Her back arched a grand total of four times, indicating that she came. One of the things Cid Highwind liked best about women was their capability for multiple orgasms. They could go several times and last until the man was ready to and still be satisfied.

Before Cid felt himself come, he flipped Tifa to be on top. Her hands placed firmly on his shoulders as she rode him, her back arching and crying out with euphoria. Her breasts bounced with the rythem she kept, letting Cids' member twitch as he stared at their hypnotic dance.

Finally, after seeing all of her, Cids' hands went behind her, clamping onto her hips and gave one last almightly thrust inside of her. Tifa's back arched again, and the both lovers mat each others gaze.

Tifa rolled off of Cid, gasping slightly at this newfound sensation. Cid lay back, catching his breath.

"Damn, girl," he said, taking deep gulps of air. "Ya gave me quite a workout."

Yeah," Tifa said, a light sheen of sweat covering her desirable curves. "You're telling me. You made me sore."

Cid chuckled, as he reached for his pants pocket.

"Cid?" Tifa whispered a little while later as she snuggled up next to him, feeling his sweat beginning to dry..

"Hn?" He replied in between a puff of his traditional post-orgasm cigarette.

"What's this we have here?" She asked, her crimsom eyes glacing up at him through the dim light. "Between us?"

"I dunno, Teef." Cid said. He then shot another grin. "But I like it." He kissed Tifa on her forhead and put an arm round her. "Go to sleep."

"Night, Cid." Tifa said as she snuggled onto his chest.

Cid simply put out his smoke and closed his eyes, more content than he'd been in a long time. He kissed Tifa again, tasting the salty sweat on her and fell asleep soon afterwards.