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Surely, She Ain't Serious	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Surely, She Ain�t Serious

Chapter 13

Cid went back into the airship, keeping a hold of Tifa�s hand as they went. "Tif?"

"Yeah?" she replied quietly, going along with him.

"So, I was thinkin� about that shower. I mean, the women�s shower is all the way on the third deck so�since we�re pretty much alone here, I�ll let you use the one just down the hall from our rooms." Cid tried to make himself sound innocent enough and honestly, after just having had sex with Tifa a short time before, he wasn�t planning on pulling anything.

Tifa giggled and tightened her grip on his hand. "And are you going with me?"

He shrugged slightly. "Only if you want me to."

"I�wouldn�t mind."

The pilot tensed his jaw as a shock ran through his body. That was an offer he simply couldn�t refuse. He stopped before the door to his room. "I�m gonna go get something to put on after our shower."

"Okay, I�ll go to my room and get some things, too." Tifa let go of his hand and hurried off down the hall, disappearing into her cabin.

Cid shook his head and sighed before opening his door and going into his room. After going over to his locker, the blond pulled out a clean tee shirt and a pair of boxers. That done, he stripped down to just the boxers he was wearing under his clothes and then stepped back into the hall, to find Tifa coming back in his direction with some clothes of her own in her arms.

He offered her a smile and then walked beside her toward the door to the showers. Once there, he opened it and allowed her to go in first. Following, he locked the door behind them, just in the off chance that someone else might try and come in. After all, Vincent was on the ship and obviously he had no qualms with walking in on anything.

Tifa walked over to one of the benches present and tossed her clothes upon it. She then turned toward Cid, blushing deeply.

Cid dropped his gaze away. He knew what was on her mind. Although Tifa had been completely naked before him a few nights ago, it had been dark and she had obviously been uncomfortable then. "Tif, really, if you don�t want me in here, I can wait. It�s all right."

She hung her head and shook it a little. "No, I want you here."

Huffing, the pilot took a few steps closer to her. "Tifa, you don�t look comfortable with this�"

Tifa closed her eyes and slowly pulled the coat she was still wearing from her shoulders. When that was off, she reached up with a trembling hand and started to pull her suspenders from her shoulders.

Seeing that she still didn�t seem completely at ease, Cid tossed his clothes onto a nearby bench and closed the distance between the two of them. He placed his hands upon her shoulders, effectively stopping her from undressing. "Tif?"

She looked up at him, her expression pained.

Cid offered her a faint smile and placed one of his hands against her face. "You don�t have to do this, all right? I�ll tell you what, I�m gonna go ahead and take my shower. When I�m done, you can have your turn and I�ll sit over here, on this bench, facin� the door so you can have your privacy, all right?"

Tifa truly felt bad for her inhibitions about stripping for a man whom she had been with sexually and unclothed in front of before. Still, she knew why she was having issues with it, and it again related back to her experience at the hands of the Shinra guards. They had ordered her to strip for them at gunpoint, making a mark on her psyche. "Cid?"

He stared down into her dark eyes. "Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"No problem." He stepped back from her and headed toward the shower, letting his boxers hit the floor as he went.

Tifa watched as he walked away, able to appreciate how muscular his back was as he moved to turn on the water. That�s when she also noticed something else upon his back. She found herself compelled to get up and go closer, never having really seen his exposed back in the light before. "Oh my God�"

He looked over his shoulder at her, holding his hand in the water, waiting for it to warm. "What�s up?"

"This�" Tifa began to trace the outline of the tattoo that covered the upper expanse of his back between his shoulders. It was a beautifully done picture of a B-17 bomber in flight. The plane was battle worn, with a drab paint job and a naked woman painted on the side-- not much different from the girl he�d painted upon the side of the airship. In fact, aside from her lack of the black lingerie he�d added to the girl on the side of the Highwind, Tifa was sure it was the same female.

Cid smiled, fairly proud of it. "Yeah, I got that back when I was in the airforce. That�s the kind of plane my great-grandfather flew."

"I can�t believe the detail�" Tifa had always been an aficionado of well done ink work, and this was perhaps the best one she�d ever laid eyes upon. "I�I can even read the name under the girl on the side of the plane. Sarah?"

Suddenly, the pilot knit his brow and then faced forward again. "Yeah, that�s right."

Tifa picked up something in his voice, and she moved a little closer, placing both of her hands against his back. "Cid? What�s wrong? Who�s Sarah?"

The pilot reached forward and suddenly turned off the water. He straightened back up and then turned around, meeting her gaze. "There�s some things that none of you all know about me."

Tifa blinked up at him, thinking that she saw profound sadness behind his eyes. "What is it?"

"Sit." He pointed to one of the benches.

For the moment, Tifa completely forgot that he was standing there before her completely unclothed. She did as asked and then watched as he came over and sat on the bench opposite to her.

"Tif�" he started, his voice quiet, "Sarah�Sarah was my wife."

"You�re married?" Her eyes went wide in her surprise.

"I said was." Cid leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and hanging his head. "She�s dead."

Tifa drew in a sharp breath and covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God�Cid! I had no idea�"

"That�s because I ain�t never said shit about it." In part, he felt bad from keeping part of his past from her. "It was a long time ago, though. She was my girlfriend all throughout high school and then after we graduated, I joined the service and she stuck right with me. We got married shortly thereafter, when I was only about your age."

"So what happened?" Tifa asked.

The pilot sighed deeply. "Woke up one morning, looked over, and she was dead. Doctors said it was an aneurysm. She never knew what hit her�I guess that�s the good news."

Seeing his shoulders heave, Tifa knew that he was on the verge of tears again. Quickly, she moved from her bench and knelt on the ground before him, reaching up and placing her hands upon his knees. "Cid�I�m so sorry."

He did his best to regain his composure and sat up straight. "That was ten years ago. Today."

Now Tifa felt even worse for her earlier words and having upset him. No wonder Cid had been so sensitive. She looked up into his eyes, not knowing what to say.

Staring down at her there before him, Cid�s smirk soon returned as he tried to free himself of his memories. "You know, you bein� there is gonna get me all worked up."

Tifa suddenly realized the rather compromising position that she�d gotten herself into before him. "Oh�"

He reached forward and ran one of his hands though her hair. "I think that�s why I was gettin� a little�hung up on what�s goin� on between us. I loved bein� married�the whole thing. I miss it."

A weak smile crossed Tifa�s lips as she pitied him. "I honestly never would have guess in a million years. I wish�"

"It�s all right. Not your problem." Cid�s smirk wavered a bit, but refused to fade completely. Although he was trying to not let it happen, he was beginning to feel the stirrings of arousal from Tifa�s continued proximity. Gently, he placed his hands upon her shoulders and pushed her back before standing up and going over to the shower once more.

Tifa remained kneeling on the floor as she watched him turn on the water and then step beneath it, getting to the task at hand. Eventually, she moved back over to the bench she�d been upon and sat again, just watching him move, and the water run over his body. She couldn�t help but admire him-- everything about him. Slowly, she rose from the bench as he turned away from her and leaned against the tiled wall, obviously thinking about something depressing again.

Cid was more than a little startled when he felt Tifa�s body pressed up against his. He spun around in her embrace, looking down as she held him. "Wh�what are you doin�?"

Tifa giggled and blushed, stepping back so that he could get a look. "I got over my shyness, I guess."

Cid�s eyes scanned down, taking in her unclothed and now wet body. "Oh�"

Moving forward, she put her arms around him once more and offered up her lips to him. She wanted to help him forget his past, even if just for a little.

Cid brought his hands up to frame her face and closed his eyes, before kissing her deeply. He pressed his hips forward against her stomach, feeling his flesh firming against her.

Tifa brought one of her hands between their bodies and took possession of his erection, beginning to stroke him gently as the water continued to run over them. Cid growled against her mouth at her touch, wondering what she had in mind.

She didn�t keep him wondering long, as she pulled her mouth from his and then began to trail kisses and licks down his neck and chest. Tifa looked up into his eyes as she sank to her knees before him.

Cid�s breaths quickened as he realized what she was up to. He leaned back a little to brace himself against the cold tile wall. "Tif�"

Keeping her gaze fixed on him, she continued to stroke his length as her tongue darted out and licked the end of it. Liking the way he responded by shuddering and resting his head back against the wall, Tifa did it a second time before parting her lips and sliding him into her mouth and throat.

Cid placed his hands into her hair and sighed deeply as he felt her tongue move along the underside of his cock. She had him all the way to the hilt, her throat tightening as she swallowed around him. It may not have been long since they�d just been together, but Cid felt control slipping away already. "Tif�stop�"

She pulled back and looked up at him, confused. "Why? What�s wrong?"

"I�m�I�m gonna�" he managed, trying to deal with the pain of his arousal.

"I want you to." Tifa closed her eyes and retook him, moving her mouth upon him quicker. The sweetness of his precum was upon her tongue, and she groaned approvingly, noticing that he grew harder when she did so. He definitely was getting close.

Cid reached down with his right hand and cinched his grip down around his cock, wanting to feel her tongue working upon the end of his length while he began stroking himself.

Just having to service the end of his cock, Tifa suckled at him hard, letting her tongue caress the underside of his tip, occasionally venturing up to delve into his slit for whatever he gave her.

Cid finally parted his lips and cried out audibly as he was granted his second climax that evening. "Fuck�Tif�"

The bitterness of his cum was let into her mouth, but Tifa drew as much of it from him as she could, purring in her satisfaction over having done this to him. When there was no more to be had, she stood back up, swallowing what he�d given her.

Cid opened his eyes, panting to catch his breath. He put his arms around her and held her close. "God damn, Tif�"

"Was that okay?" she asked, never having let a man come in her mouth before and wondering if she�d done it right.

He kissed her lips sweetly. "Better than okay� I think it�s time for bed."

Tifa giggled to herself. "I�m not going to disagree with that."

Cid sighed one last time before letting her go and reaching over to turn off the water. He went over and picked up a towel, drying off before slipping on the boxers and shirt he�d brought. Tifa followed and did much the same, donning the underwear and shirt that she�d gotten from her room.

That done, they went to the door and unlocked it, finding Vincent waiting on the other side, arms crossed over his chest as he stood there in his boxers, towel draped over his shoulder. "I was wondering how long I was going to have to wait out here."

Cid scowled. "You coulda used the other showers there, guy."

"No." Vincent pushed past them and went in, closing the door behind him.

Tifa giggled. "He�s so strange."

"You got that right." Cid shook his head and started walking toward his room again, Tifa at his side. "Is having Vincent within a few yards of us becoming a prerequisite for us doin� stuff?"

"Dear God, I hope not," she laughed back.
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