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Such Stuff as Dreams are Made of (Aeris/Tifa)
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Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, "come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while"
Words: 1084
Title: Such Stuff as Dreams are Made of
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Aeris Gainesborough/Tifa Lockhart
Rating: NC-17 for explicit f/f sex
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII belongs to Square Enix. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Tifa knew that Cloud still dreamed of her. Anyone with a brain could see that. But no one, not even Cloud, knew that she did too.
Tifa knew that Cloud still dreamed of her. Anyone with a brain could see that. But no one, not even Cloud, knew that she did too.
Likewise, she knew that Cloud knew that Tifa was in love with him, or had loved him once. But no one, especially not Cloud, knew that she had loved Aeris too, that it had taken everything from her just to stand up after that loss, and that there wasn't much left of her after that, which was why she remained content to follow her leader, even when he wasn't entirely... there.
She knew which nights that Cloud dreamed of Aeris. Generally he woke her on accident when he rose from the bed to stare out into the moonlit city. She would watch him there for hours, trying to divine his thoughts. He'd had something very special with Aeris, whereas she had had something very superficial-- a combat buddy, someone to share a tent with. A girl to think about when she touched herself at night, when Cloud was on the road, trying to escape the ghost.
But Cloud didn't know which nights that Tifa dreamed of Aeris, or what she dreamed.
*
"Tifa," a woman said softly.
She opened her eyes, feeling as though she had just woken from a long nap. Her head was foggy and there was something... wrong about being here. Where had she fallen asleep? She looked up into sparkling blue eyes. Aeris's braid brushed her shoulder when the other woman leaned forward a little bit.
"You fell asleep, love," she said, and Tifa realized that her head was in Aeris's lap. She got up so fast that she nearly cracked Aeris's jaw. Aeris just looked at her, hand on her cheek, and giggled.
"I should have woken you more kindly," she said, smiling, "but I was just looking down at your cute sleeping face and I thought that I would rather like to kiss you, Tifa."
Tifa's eyes widened in shock. There was something... there was something odd about this, but she didn't know what it was. So she nodded.
Aeris rose from her perch at the base of the tree that had been shading them from the sun. Twilight played with the shadows, accenting her wide hips, her oval face. She was utterly beautiful. When she offered her hand, Tifa took it, feeling the soft glove against her palm. It was a soft, caressing thing that made her throat catch a little.
Aeris ran like a little girl, almost skipping. Her hair flew behind her, escaping from her braid, and by the time they reached the small clearing in the trees, she looked a bit worse for wear. She pulled her ribbon free and shook her hair out, a cinnamon-colored curtain that reached her thighs when loose. She smiled at Tifa and extended her hand again. This time when Tifa took it, she pulled the glove off, feeling Aeris's skin against hers as intimacy. Aeris laughed; she took the glove from Tifa's grasp and the other glove off as well, throwing it onto the grass. She pulled the other woman close to her deliberately ran a bare hand across Tifa's chest. Her nipples hardened under the gentle touch.
Then they were kissing. Aeris's lips were soft and gentle, persuasive, causing Tifa to open her mouth. Her tongue was not an invasion, but a conquering; her hand under Tifa's shirt was not a surprise, but a gift. They slid down onto their knees, exploring each other's mouths, and Tifa used a shaking hand to unbutton the top buttons of Aeris's dress.
Aeris was not wearing a bra and her breasts shone white in the near-dark. Her nipples were surprisingly dark, and taut. Tifa ran her fingers across them. Aeris shivered and broke their kiss. Tifa's lips immediately covered Aeris's right nipple; she sucked gently and was rewarded by the other's gentle sigh. She kissed the other nipple, running her tongue around it slowly before sucking. Aeris shifted and her knee parted Tifa's thighs. Unbalanced, Tifa fell back onto the grass and the smaller woman finished unbuttoning her dress and threw it off before she climbed on top of Tifa. She slid both hands under Tifa's shirt and pulled it off, burying her face in Tifa's breasts. She bit once, and Tifa shuddered in pleasure; she continued to nibble, leaving tiny teethmarks over the sensitive flesh. She ground her knee into the cleft between Tifa's legs, pushing the small leather skirt up and out of the way.
Aeris rose up to claim Tifa's mouth again. Her fingers trailed across Tifa's cheekbone and down the side of her neck, across her collarbones, and then venturing further south. She hovered to tickle gently at Tifa's hips and then pushed Tifa's underwear to one side, entering her.
Tifa was wet, nearly dripping, and she cleaved to Aeris's touch, bucking her body against those clever fingers. She moaned quietly. Aeris deliberately bit her earlobe. Tifa moaned again, loudly.
After a few more sensitive touches, Aeris pulled her fingers free. Before Tifa could protest, Aeris had pulled her underwear off and was stroking Tifa's clit with her tongue. Tifa could hardly stand her perfect touches; she was breathing as though she'd ran miles and she thought she would come any moment. Aeris inserted her fingers again, slowly until she was stroking Tifa's insides with three clever digits. She paused her licking for a moment to meet Tifa's eyes, licking her lips, and the image alone, the very thought (Aeris is fucking me!) was enough to make Tifa come, her cunt clutching at Aeris's fingers, her scream inaudible as her throat closed.
Aeris giggled.
*
Tifa woke up. She was soaked in sweat and the bedclothes were tousled, but it didn't really matter, because she was alone. She was alone in Midgar, in the busy, noisy city. And maybe Aeris was there, in her forest, in her field, but she wasn't there with Tifa. Tifa wouldn't be there for a long time. Maybe never. Who knew if there was a god, or one to forgive her.
Tifa breathed in and out slowly, inhaling city air, and then she got up and closed the curtains, though she didn't go back to sleep.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, "come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while"
Words: 1084
Title: Such Stuff as Dreams are Made of
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Aeris Gainesborough/Tifa Lockhart
Rating: NC-17 for explicit f/f sex
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII belongs to Square Enix. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Tifa knew that Cloud still dreamed of her. Anyone with a brain could see that. But no one, not even Cloud, knew that she did too.
Tifa knew that Cloud still dreamed of her. Anyone with a brain could see that. But no one, not even Cloud, knew that she did too.
Likewise, she knew that Cloud knew that Tifa was in love with him, or had loved him once. But no one, especially not Cloud, knew that she had loved Aeris too, that it had taken everything from her just to stand up after that loss, and that there wasn't much left of her after that, which was why she remained content to follow her leader, even when he wasn't entirely... there.
She knew which nights that Cloud dreamed of Aeris. Generally he woke her on accident when he rose from the bed to stare out into the moonlit city. She would watch him there for hours, trying to divine his thoughts. He'd had something very special with Aeris, whereas she had had something very superficial-- a combat buddy, someone to share a tent with. A girl to think about when she touched herself at night, when Cloud was on the road, trying to escape the ghost.
But Cloud didn't know which nights that Tifa dreamed of Aeris, or what she dreamed.
*
"Tifa," a woman said softly.
She opened her eyes, feeling as though she had just woken from a long nap. Her head was foggy and there was something... wrong about being here. Where had she fallen asleep? She looked up into sparkling blue eyes. Aeris's braid brushed her shoulder when the other woman leaned forward a little bit.
"You fell asleep, love," she said, and Tifa realized that her head was in Aeris's lap. She got up so fast that she nearly cracked Aeris's jaw. Aeris just looked at her, hand on her cheek, and giggled.
"I should have woken you more kindly," she said, smiling, "but I was just looking down at your cute sleeping face and I thought that I would rather like to kiss you, Tifa."
Tifa's eyes widened in shock. There was something... there was something odd about this, but she didn't know what it was. So she nodded.
Aeris rose from her perch at the base of the tree that had been shading them from the sun. Twilight played with the shadows, accenting her wide hips, her oval face. She was utterly beautiful. When she offered her hand, Tifa took it, feeling the soft glove against her palm. It was a soft, caressing thing that made her throat catch a little.
Aeris ran like a little girl, almost skipping. Her hair flew behind her, escaping from her braid, and by the time they reached the small clearing in the trees, she looked a bit worse for wear. She pulled her ribbon free and shook her hair out, a cinnamon-colored curtain that reached her thighs when loose. She smiled at Tifa and extended her hand again. This time when Tifa took it, she pulled the glove off, feeling Aeris's skin against hers as intimacy. Aeris laughed; she took the glove from Tifa's grasp and the other glove off as well, throwing it onto the grass. She pulled the other woman close to her deliberately ran a bare hand across Tifa's chest. Her nipples hardened under the gentle touch.
Then they were kissing. Aeris's lips were soft and gentle, persuasive, causing Tifa to open her mouth. Her tongue was not an invasion, but a conquering; her hand under Tifa's shirt was not a surprise, but a gift. They slid down onto their knees, exploring each other's mouths, and Tifa used a shaking hand to unbutton the top buttons of Aeris's dress.
Aeris was not wearing a bra and her breasts shone white in the near-dark. Her nipples were surprisingly dark, and taut. Tifa ran her fingers across them. Aeris shivered and broke their kiss. Tifa's lips immediately covered Aeris's right nipple; she sucked gently and was rewarded by the other's gentle sigh. She kissed the other nipple, running her tongue around it slowly before sucking. Aeris shifted and her knee parted Tifa's thighs. Unbalanced, Tifa fell back onto the grass and the smaller woman finished unbuttoning her dress and threw it off before she climbed on top of Tifa. She slid both hands under Tifa's shirt and pulled it off, burying her face in Tifa's breasts. She bit once, and Tifa shuddered in pleasure; she continued to nibble, leaving tiny teethmarks over the sensitive flesh. She ground her knee into the cleft between Tifa's legs, pushing the small leather skirt up and out of the way.
Aeris rose up to claim Tifa's mouth again. Her fingers trailed across Tifa's cheekbone and down the side of her neck, across her collarbones, and then venturing further south. She hovered to tickle gently at Tifa's hips and then pushed Tifa's underwear to one side, entering her.
Tifa was wet, nearly dripping, and she cleaved to Aeris's touch, bucking her body against those clever fingers. She moaned quietly. Aeris deliberately bit her earlobe. Tifa moaned again, loudly.
After a few more sensitive touches, Aeris pulled her fingers free. Before Tifa could protest, Aeris had pulled her underwear off and was stroking Tifa's clit with her tongue. Tifa could hardly stand her perfect touches; she was breathing as though she'd ran miles and she thought she would come any moment. Aeris inserted her fingers again, slowly until she was stroking Tifa's insides with three clever digits. She paused her licking for a moment to meet Tifa's eyes, licking her lips, and the image alone, the very thought (Aeris is fucking me!) was enough to make Tifa come, her cunt clutching at Aeris's fingers, her scream inaudible as her throat closed.
Aeris giggled.
*
Tifa woke up. She was soaked in sweat and the bedclothes were tousled, but it didn't really matter, because she was alone. She was alone in Midgar, in the busy, noisy city. And maybe Aeris was there, in her forest, in her field, but she wasn't there with Tifa. Tifa wouldn't be there for a long time. Maybe never. Who knew if there was a god, or one to forgive her.
Tifa breathed in and out slowly, inhaling city air, and then she got up and closed the curtains, though she didn't go back to sleep.
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