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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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Well�I�d put another apology for the delay in chapters, but I�m fairly convinced only one or two people are even reading this thing so�yeah. I�d say it�s a motivational problem.

Surely, She Ain�t Serious

Chapter 14

After leading Tifa back to his room, Cid opened the door and ushered her in before closing and locking it. "There, we should be safe from Sunshine, now."

Tifa went and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at him. "Why in world do you call Vincent that?"

"Dunno." Cid shrugged and went over to his table to pick up his cigarettes. He lit one up before continuing. "I guess it�s just to fuck with him. I can call him damn near anything and he never really reacts. It�s kinda funny."

"He thinks you do it because you don�t like him, you know," Tifa replied, dropping her gaze to the floor.

"Did he say that?" Cid asked, landing next to her on the edge of the bed. "Yeah," Tifa sighed in return.

Cid suddenly felt a little bad, but he got past it. "If I didn�t like him, Tif, I�d completely ignore him. I don�t waste energy on people that I dislike."

"I guess I�ll be sure to tell him that." Tifa kept her gaze fixed to the floor. "So, you like Vincent?"

"Sure." He reached over her and claimed his ashtray from the nightstand, then perching it on his knee.

"Really?" Tifa turned slightly to look at him.

"I ain�t fuckin� him, if that�s what you�re after, but yeah, I like him just fine. He�s a little weird�hard to understand, but sure, he�s all right." He narrowed his eyes. "And no, I�m not just sayin� it because I know he�s your best friend."

She nodded, knowing that he was being honest. "Okay."

A short silence passed as he finished his before-bed smoke, eventually crushing it into the ashtray and placing it over onto the nightstand once more.

Tifa looked at him, and gave a sad smile. "I am really sorry about what you told me tonight, Cid."

Not really wanting to think anymore of his past or of Sarah, he shrugged it off. "It�s fine, it was a long time ago."

She caught the meaning of his tone. "Okay, I won�t mention it again."

"Thanks."

Another brief silence and then Cid put his arm around her shoulders. "Tif?"

"Hm?" She nuzzled into his side.

He placed his free hand on her leg. "I owe you for that whole shower bit."

Tifa closed her eyes and smiled. "It�s okay, you don�t have to do anything."

But Cid honestly felt that he did. He got up from the bed and went over to turn off the light, before coming back and kneeling before her. The pilot reached up and framed her face with his hands before kissing her.

Tifa parted her lips to him and invited him in, feeling his hands slide down her neck and around her back as Cid pulled their bodies together. The truth was that she had gotten more than a little worked up while pleasing him in the shower and did need something.

Cid felt her become relaxed and lean against him more. There seemed to be no tension within her, and he hoped that this was a sign that Tifa was finally overcoming her previous trauma. He pulled back from her lips, and looked into her eyes in the darkness. "Tif?"

"Yeah?"

Cid offered her his trademark smirk, before asking, "What do you want?"

Still not accustomed to being asked such a thing from her lovers, Tifa didn�t know exactly what to say. However, the thought of what he�d done for her the first night they�d spent together came to mind and was more than appealing. "W�what about what you did that first time?"

The pilot brought both of his hands up to her face and gave her a smile, before kissing her sweetly upon the cheek. "I�d do anything. Just lay back."

Tifa hesitated for a moment, and then reached down to pull off her shirt. Having gotten over the last of her trepidation over being exposed to Cid in the shower, she tossed the piece of fabric over to the floor.

Cid examined her approvingly for a moment, before lowering down and allowing his lips and tongue to explore what was displayed to him. Tifa placed her right hand on the back of his neck and sighed as he teased her chest with his mouth, shivering at his touch.

After several minutes, Tifa finally did lay back, being ready for him to do more. Cid sat back a little and pulled her shorts away slowly, deliberately dragging out the action of doing so. Once they were completely removed, he coaxed her knees apart and moved between them, running his hands up her thighs.

Tifa closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt him part her and commence toying with her, using his tongue. Every move he made caused her to burn, and when she felt two of his fingers slide into her, she cried out audibly.

Pleased with her response, Cid kept at it, his own flesh coming to attention again despite what he�d already done twice that night.

Tifa, growing close to climax was growing desperate for more from him. She managed to snake one of her ankles between his legs, to search for any sign of arousal from him. Her effort was rewarded when she encountered the firmness beneath his boxers, his hips bucking forward slightly at the contact of her leg.

Knowing that it might be asking a lot of the pilot to pull off a third act with her, Tifa felt a little hesitant in requesting anything, but as she got closer to the edge, the words escaped her lips. "Cid�I really want you�"

Moderately impressed with his own ability to be ready again, Cid opted to give her what she desired. He sat back and pulled down his boxers. "Tifa�get on your knees."

Quickly, she rolled onto her stomach and then slid off the bed, until her knees were on the floor. Tifa closed her eyes and rested her head on the mattress, eager for whatever he was going to do.

Amused with her avid compliance, a smirk passed his lips as he inspected what was being offered up to him. Cid placed his hands upon her hips and then moved forward, driving his length into her slowly.

Still on the brink of orgasm, Tifa didn�t want the cautious pace he was beginning-she wanted him to take her animalistically. "Cid�fast�"

Growling at her request, Cid gave her what she desired. He collapsed against her back, tightly entwining his arms around her waist and drilled at her for all he was worth. Against her as he was, his lips were close to her ear, allowing her to hear each of his grunts clearly.

His sounds and motions behind her quickly became too much and Tifa let go, contracting around him tightly as she screamed out in her release. "Oh God, Cid�"

His motions slowed a bit after her orgasm, as he doubted his own ability to come for a third time in one evening. After all, he wasn�t a teenager anymore, and twice in one day had pretty much been his maximum for several years.

Tifa felt him begin to slow and managed to look back at him. "Is something wrong?"

Exhausted, the blond sighed and stopped moving all together. "No�I just can�t do it again. It�s all right, though. We�re even."

For whatever reason, Tifa immediately felt bad for getting him aroused like this again without any resolution. She was desperate to grant him some means of satisfaction. "Is there anything that you�d like me to do? I want you to finish�"

Cid tensed his jaw as a singular thought solidified. There was something he�d never done before that might just do the trick. Then again, Tifa might not be onboard with such a notion and he actually hesitated to ask.

Seeing the expression in his eyes as he remained behind her, Tifa knew that there was something on his mind, and obviously it was something that was having an effect upon him physically, as she felt his cock harden more as it was still within her. "Cid? I�I�ll do anything you want."

Feeling his face go red, he stared into her eyes in the darkness. "Tif�do you trust me?"

She nodded as best she was able in her present position.

"Okay�if you don�t like this or it hurts, you�ll tell me?" Cid asked.

"Yeah," Tifa replied, already having a good idea what he was after. There was a gnawing anticipation in the pit of her stomach, as this wasn�t something she�d ever done before either.

Cid kept one of his arms around her waist, but removed the other. As he slowly withdrew from her heat, he grasped himself, realigning his length with her other entrance. Already slicked up from fucking her, he supposed that he�d be able to get into her easily enough.

Tifa held her breath when she felt the end of his cock against her ass. He was going to do what she thought. Having discussed this particular sex act with Vincent at one time out of her mere curiosity, Tifa recalled his words of advice should she ever wish to try it.

Vincent had been rather casual about the discussion, as they�d spoken about three weeks before. "Honestly, it isn�t that bad. I think it gets a poor wrap out of sheer ignorance and certain phobias. In fact, it can feel wonderful, although mind you, I prefer to pitch and not catch, if you will."

That statement had made Tifa nearly fall off his bed laughing. "I can�t believe you said that!"

"Tifa, do you wish to know or laugh at my preferences?" he shot back, feigning anger.

"I think it was the fact you used a baseball analogy that got me. Sorry, go on." She�d done her best to gather her composure for him.

"Now, first off, you�ll need to be sure that the proverbial flight deck has been cleared within the previous six hours or so." He paused, waiting to see if Tifa would again come unglued.

God love her, Tifa seriously tried to not laugh again, but it was inevitable and she cracked. "Vincent! Stop with the analogies already!"

He tersed his lips and then reached over, shoving her from the bed. "Would you prefer that I be frank and perhaps a bit gross?"

She hit the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of her, and lay there gasping for several moments, still trying to laugh. "No. S�sorry."

"I don�t think you�re very serious about this."

After clamoring back onto the bed, Tifa got behind him and draped her arms around his shoulders and neck. "I am�really�go on, please."

"All right." Vincent had looked thoughtful. "The best advise I can give, besides lubrication of course, is for you to relax. Just when he manages to get past your initial tightness, push back a little. That lets them get in properly. It takes a bit of getting used to, I�ll admit."

Now finding herself in that very position, Tifa tried to do as instructed. As Cid pushed forward, Tifa did her best to let him in but it still hurt a little and she grabbed at the covers of the bed and made a small sound.

Cid stopped advancing. "You doin� okay?"

Through clenched teeth, she replied, "I�I just need to get used to it�"

The pilot found himself in an unwelcome predicament. "Seriously, Tif, I�ll stop."

"No, I want to do this for you." She looked back over her shoulder at him. "Go on."

Seeing the sincerity in her expression, Cid continued on until he had driven completely into her. He placed his hands on her lower back and sighed deeply, instantly able to appreciate the increased tightness around him. "God damn, Tif�"

Wanting to see if she could drive him to another climax, Tifa pushed back against him a little.

Taking the hint, Cid began to thrust gently, determined to be careful and not hurt her. The longer he went at it, the more she relaxed and began to move with him. As the sounds she was producing became louder and more lusty, Cid realized that she was getting into it and that made his own excitement mount.

Tifa could feel him responding and wanted to do whatever she could to drive him over the edge. "Come on, Cid�I want you to�"

He drove into her with more force, feeling like he was getting to the end. "Still doin� okay?"

"Yes, oh God, yes." Tifa threw her head back, pushing back against him with each of his thrusts.

Finally not able to take it anymore, Cid threw his head back and nearly screamed out as he was granted his third orgasm that night. Although it wasn�t as productive a climax as his other two had been, it took by far more out of the pilot and he soon pulled away from her and lay on the floor on his back. It had been the most physically exhausting experience he�d had in a very long time.

After Cid withdrew from her, Tifa crawled over to where he�d collapsed on the floor and looked down at him. "Are you okay?"

He opened one of his eyes and offered her a faint smirk. "You�re gonna fuckin� kill me at this rate, Tif."

"You�re not going to have a heart attack or something, are you?" she asked, never having seen him look as absolutely worn out as he presently was.

"Again, I�m only in my early thirties, Tif." Cid reached up and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her down against him. "I ain�t that old."

Laughing, Tifa nestled against him and eventually closed her eyes. She was tired enough herself to not care that they proceeded to spend the entire night on the floor.
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