Flying High

It had started out simple enough. A search and rescue mission, nothing further.

And yet, Cid Highwind was aggravated. There was no particular cause for it, he had a thermos full of tea, he was in the air, and it was early in the afternoon, the time of day where he felt the best.

Perhaps it was the emptiness of the Highwind. Only him and Tifa were aboard, as she volunteered to accompany him. The downed crew would make up the rest of the ship’s company, as well as carrying their equipment back to Mideel.

Wrapping the flight jacket around his waist and discarding his scarf, he allowed himself a smoke, his second in half an hour. That was some kind of record for him. Not even the heaviest junkie would need another in that short a time span.

The door behind him opened, revealing the only other crew member. Her hair was mussed and wavy, having just come out of the shower, trying to cure her jet lag. Instead of the usual leather getup she wore these days, she wore something much simpler, more akin to what she would have worn four years ago when Cid first met her.

“You OK, Cid?” Tifa asked, noticing his lit cigarette. He had just finished his other one when she left for that shower.

“It’s nothin’.” Cid said. “Jet lag gone?”

“Mm-hmm.” Tifa said, leaning up against the console next to Cid. The white shirt she wore only accentuated her already large breasts, causing passers by all over the world to sometimes stare and single men to take second and third glances. Cid himself knew he was a man for such pleasures, and Tifa fit the bill quite nicely.

Oh, shit! He thought. I’m horny, that’s what it is!

Perfect timing, just perfect timing. The day was just starting, and Cid would be busy. It was gonna be a long next twelve hours. At least.

Not to mention what had transpired last night in Cosmo Canyon between them. Whatever it had been, it was good, but not enough. He might not be getting any younger, but Cid still had some left in him.

“Cid?” Tifa’s gentle question interrupted his train of thought.

“Hn?” He responded. “What’s on yer mind, Teef?”

“Are we… I mean…” Tifa looked away, trying to figure out just what she could say.

“Tifa, let’s get one thing clear.” Cid said, looking her right in the eye. “If you ever need to tell me something, you just come right out and tell me, all right? Don’t bother sugar coating it, I hate that. Just shoot from the hip and give it to me straight between the eyes. OK?”

“OK.” Tifa said. “It’s just that… you look really good flying the ship.”

Cid blinked. “That’s what was up?”

Tifa shrugged. “Yeah. Just kind of occurred to me now.”

Cid took one hand off the old fashioned wooden wheel and took Tifa’s had. “Well If I look so good flying, let’s see how good you look.”

Tifa’s eyes went wide. “What?? No, Cid, I can’t…”

“It’s not hard.” Cid said, pulling Tifa closer in. “Besides, I’ll be right here.” He guided her hands onto the wheel, showing her just how to hold it.

“There.” He said. “Now just relax, let your hands guide her.”

“Oh,” Tifa said, her expression not unlike a nervous schoolgirl on a first date. A mix of genuine fear and excitement. “I - I’m doing it…”

“An’ doing fine.” Cid said, not releasing his hands from hers. She was fit snugly in between him and the wheel, her backside pressed against him.

“Cid, you’re so nice to me.” Tifa said, looking over her shoulder get a better look at him. “You really are.”

“Hell, ya deserve it, Tifa.” Cid said.

“I,” Tifa said, softly. So softly, Cid could barely hear her. “I think I’m starting to fall in love with you, Cid.”

Cid let out a sigh. He wanted nothing more than to rashly declare that he loved her too and that he’d do anything for her. But that would only be half true, and Cid Highwind was a man of his word. Someone had to be the responsible adult and draw the line before both of them got hurt.

And as far as Cid was concerned, neither of them needed another person leaving their respective lives.

“Tifa, I really want to say that I love you,” Cid said, heavily. “But I just don’t know what we have here. Sure, I love bein’ with ya, and I love the time we spend together, even if it’s just friendly. But I’m not going to say I love you just yet. The most we’ve done is just have one night of passion; I don’t know if I love you myself, even though I’m pretty sure of it.

“What I will say, however, is that I’ll do absolutely anything for you, Tifa. You name it. You want the stars, they’re yours.”

Tifa smiled, nuzzling her head into the nook of Cid’s left arm. “Thank you, Cid.” She whispered. “That means a lot to me.”

“It’s from the heart, Tifa.” Cid said. “I’m an honest man, you know that.”

Tifa nodded. “And maybe I was a bit rash as well. As much as I do care about you, I - I still need a bit of time to be completely over Cloud.”

Cid snorted. “I figured as much.” he said. “I’ll be there for you. Count on that.”

“I hoped you’d say that.” Tifa smiled, leaning back into his arms, her eyes closed contentedly.

‘Well, I’m also gonna say that ya look even better than I do flying this bucket.” Cid said, planting his hands on hips matter-of-factly.

“Oh yeah?” Tifa grinned. “How so?”

“Well, ya make anything look good, Tifa.” Cid said, grinning madly despite himself. “Hell, I- never mind.”

“No say it.” Tifa goaded. “I dare you.”

Cid smiled, that crazy snarl of a smile he had that made Tifa’s skin tingle. “Ya look damn sexy with that wheel.” He whispered in her ear.

Tifa shivered with delight, and purposefully leaned back against the pilot. Cid let out a low groan and said huskily “You dun wanna do that, Tif.”

“Why ever not?” Tifa asked, innocently, the grin on her face mischievous.

“I’m not exactly good at exercising self restraint at the moment if yanno what I mean.” Cid said, shaking his head to try and clear it. Why did this girl have to be so damn sexy??

“No, I don’t.” Tifa said, teasing him so. “You’re just gonna have to tell me.”

Cid put a hand on Tifa’s shoulder, his skin searing as it came into contact with hers. “You don’t know how hard I’m tryin’ to not grab you and go for round two of what we started last night,” he whispered. “You don’t know how much I’d like to fuck you.”

With a small smirk, Tifa looked Cid straight in the eye. “Well then, who’ll fly the ship?”

“Who says we gotta stop flying the ship?” Cid asked, his rough hands caressing her chin. With his other hand, he hit the auto pilot switch letting the ship follow its course without any change in engine efficiency.

Tifa let out a low chuckle and still holding onto the wheel with her left hand, she took Cid’s right hand in hers and slipped it down her skirt. In the same motion, she pressed harder up against him, her backside rubbing up against his groin.

Cid let out a deep breath. Tifa was evidently not wearing panties. Her skin was still soft and warm from her shower, as well as silky smooth where he let her feel.

Bless her, she shaved for me.

His left hand took her by the underside of her jaw, and he began kissing the back of her neck. Tifa was beginning to get wet under his fingers as he found the small mound of flesh that was the button he sought,

It was simple mechanical truth that if one discovered a button, one had to push it. And that’s just what Cid Highwind did. Tifa squealed and wrapped one arm around him, drawing his mouth to hers.

Even as they both exchanged kisses, Cid didn’t stop stimulating her. He brought his other hand down to tease her, earning him a nibble on his lower lip in return.

Cid plunged his tongue deeper into Tifa’s mouth, exploring every inch, every crevice, every taste bud as his hands set to work. While still stimulating her with his left hand, he spread the two petals of flesh apart with his right and inserted a solitary finger inside her.

This earned a stifled moan from Tifa, who grabbed a hold of a tuft of Cid’s hair. Her moans grew in intensity as he began to stimulate the small dime-sized mound of flesh inside her.

When their lips finally broke apart, Tifa let out a loud moan. “Ohh, Cid,” She pleaded. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Cid grinned wickedly and increased the movement of his fingers. Tifa’s right hand was white on the wheel, the left one clawing at Cid as her whole body quivered and writhed for a good five minutes.

Tifa fought against the feeling, trying to prolong it as long as she could, savouring each touch he made on her. Finally, after several minutes, she let out a loud moan and shivered as her orgasm finally released.

Feeling how sopping wet she was, Cid, brought his hands back up. Tifa took his right one, sucking on the finger he used to penetrate her and stimulate her G-spot with, as Cid tasted the left.

“Was that good for you?” He asked.

Tifa wasn’t able to respond right away, for she nearly collapsed. “My whole body just had an orgasm.” She whispered. “All of it.”

“You wanna stop?” Cid asked, noticing her fatigue.

Tifa looked at him as if he had just undergone one of Vincent’s limit breaks. Without another word, she faced the pilot, peeled off her shirt and undid her bra in record time, kissing Cid passionately.

Surprised, but far from disappointed, Cid took off his shirt as well, feeling the cold metal of his dog tags against his chest and pressed himself up against Tifa. It was only now that he realised just how hard he was indeed.

He crushed his lips against hers in a fire-and-lighting kiss that kept both of them quivering with anticipation. Cid felt Tifa’s hands undoing the jacket he wrapped around his waist, and then the belt and buckle on his pants.

Cid’s lips brushed past hers, nibbling on her earlobe and tasting the coppery taste of the earring residing there. He pressed Tifa right up against the wheel, hiking up the miniskirt she wore.

Tifa let out a giggle, grasping at Cid’s erection. With slow, deliberate movements, she drove him wild as she slid her hand up and down its length.

“Oh, yer bad,” Cid hissed, his eyes narrowed as Tifa nibbled on his lower lip.

“Yeah,” She whispered. “What are you gonna do about it, Highwind?”

Taking the mischievous glint in her eye as a challenge, Cid hefted one of her legs up and slowly inserted himself into her.

Tifa’s eyes squeezed shut, gasping for breath. Her hands went around Cid’s shoulders, pulling his face into her chest. His whickers scratched as he kissed her chest plate, angling her body up so that she was completely flush against the wheel.

Tifa wrapped her legs around Cid’s midsection, virtually hanging off him as he gave an almighty thrust upwards, hitting that now excruciatingly sensitive bit of flesh inside her just right to make her squirm in his strong arms.

Tifa screamed his name, her hands all over his muscled back and into the already messy crop of hair he had. Cid gripped the handholds on the wheel behind her, allowing him to pull himself into her as well as thrust with his midsection.

Tifa’s eye began to roll inside her head, as she rocked like a rag doll for Cid’s assault. As she started to climax, her nails dug into the flesh on his back, leaving long red trails. Responding to the pain, Cid growled and started to bite the tender part of her neck.

After she settled, Cid noticed they had been at this for nearly half an hour Time flies when yer havin’ fun, he mused. He leant down next to her ear and whispered huskily “You gettin’ sore, love?”

Tifa nodded. “A little, but keep going, please….”

Cid grinned once more, set Tifa’s legs on the deck and pulled himself out. When his girl looked at him with curiosity, he spun her about, clasping her hands onto the wheel and inserted himself into her from behind.

Tifa’s throat was already dry from how much their standing missionary position had taken out of her. Her moans came out ragged and quick, not letting go of the wheel. Cid’s hands, still clad in those monstrous eagle handlers her wore, were on her wide, feminine hips, holding her in place as he bucked hard, instantly causing Tifa to orgasm. As if that weren’t enough, Cid began nibbling on the nape of her neck, placing one hand on her backside and one planted firmly on her breast.

His pants and low grunts in her ear drove her mad, screaming for him. As a finishing gesture, Cid sharply slapped her rump with one of those gloved hands, leaving a fantastic red mark and a delighted squeal from Tifa.

Shortly thereafter, she felt Cid pull out of her and felt his warm seed on the small of her exposed back.

Cid let out a loud breath and adjusted his goggles to wipe the sweat off his brow. Tifa was sweating bullets, and looked as if she were about to collapse. Leaving the autopilot on, Cid picked her up and carried her over to one of the vacated seats with what he could find of her discarded clothes.

Tifa kissed him once, passionately before he set her down. “Thank you.” She whispered.

“No, thank you, Tif.” Cid grinned. “You just catch yer breath there.”

“What are you doing?” Tifa asked, pulling her bra slowly back on.

Cid looked at her, over his shoulder as he pulled his pants back on. “I got a ship ta run,” He grinned widely.

Tifa smiled and continued to dress herself, more contented than she could ever remember. Who could blame her, this man was so damn sexy! And not only that, but he was surprisingly, a complete gentleman to her. Four years ago when she met him in Rocket Town, hearing him browbeat Shera, she never imagined there would anything like this between them.

Then again, she never really counted on Aerith Gainsborough, did she?

And hell, school girlish and immature or not, she was starting to love Cid Highwind more and more.