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Premonitions II-A: The Long Week of Hell	By : Hippo_and_Friends_with_Benefits Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 2423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 28: And...
Saturday, February 2, 0008
11:00 p.m.
Zack stood in the hotel room, having changed into his trunks rather quickly, unsure of how much time he had. She was right; he would be beyond embarrassed if Yuffie, who was still changing in the bathroom, had walked in on him in his natural state.
He glanced at the clock, which read 11:00.
Just one more hour, he thought. I can do this. The pool will close at midnight, if not sooner. Yuffie will crash, I'll be free. I'll get a room and head back tomorrow. And...
He then, at that moment, realized that he was at a crossroads. Not only was he free from the Island Gulag, but nobody was pursuing him. For the first time in over a year, he was safe. But there was somewhat of a downside: he had no job, and he had no idea where to go.
Maybe I can take on the Continental Governor, he thought to himself. There's enough evidence to put her away for life. Then...maybe we can steer the Western Continent to full democracy. That's something had hasn't been seen in decades. That way, I can really be a hero to everyone.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Yuffie emerged, wearing a black bikini. She looked at Zack, and smiled.
"Ready?" she asked. "We have an hour."
"Ready," he replied.
Let's get this over with.
11:05 p.m.
Cloud and Tifa stood in the sitting room of their cabin on the private island. They were at the end of their journey for the day. It was here that they would be spending the next week. The whole island would be theirs.
Now they were both silently standing there. There was no further destination until they were picked up by the ferry a week later. All that was there would be the island, the facilities, and, most importantly, each other.
Tifa glanced at the hot tub beyond the open door. She wanted to get in, but...
There's no need to rush, she thought to herself. This is the man I love. It would be nice if I could treat him.
"Sit down," Tifa commanded, breaking the silence.
"In the chair?" Cloud asked.
She nodded.
"I've got a little treat for you."
He sat down in the chair as told. Moments later, he felt a pair of loving hands on his shoulders.
"You risked your life for me this week," Tifa began as she began to knead. "Not for the planet, but for me. I'll think of a way to make it up to you later, but, for now, a massage is the least I can do for you."
Tifa got one knot out after the other as Cloud felt weeks of tension ease from him. She then withdrew her hands, and slowly walked around the chair, stopping a foot in front of her new husband with her back turned to him.
"What's on your mind?" he asked.
"The one downside to getting married at twenty is that I'm too young to drink champagne!" she laughed.
Cloud noticed that Tifa was wearing a double-grommet leather belt, something nobody over twenty-two ever wore. It reminded him of how young they were. Of course, as they each had their prime self's memories, they both felt a lot older. But, in any case, he used this time to scan her body, reminding himself of how young, and beautiful, his new bride was.
He placed his hand affectionately on the small of her back. And then, perhaps instinctively, he slid his hand down lower, allowing it to rest on her butt through her jeans.
Tifa did not object. They were married now, and the sensation was more than welcome. She put her hand on top of his.
"Cloud," she said, "you're my husband now, but you'll always be my best friend first."
"Same here," he replied.
Tifa wanted to think of something more to say, but her mind soon went elsewhere.
The sensation of his hand on her backside was getting to her.
In every way.
It's time, she thought.
"Listen," she began, "I'm going to get in the hot tub."
She began to make her way to the room before turning around and pointing to their small bag of luggage.
"You have a pair of trunks in there," Tifa informed him. "Wait until I call you to come in, okay?"
"Okay," Cloud agreed.
He was somewhat confused, but went along with it anyway; there had to be a surprise.
With that, Tifa walked into the room with the hot tub, and closed the door behind her.
All that was for Cloud to do was change into his swim trunks, and wait.
11:10 p.m.
Zack and Yuffie made their way down the hall and into the pool area. As soon as they did, Yuffie made a disappointed face.
There were kids playing in the pool; splashing, doing cannonballs, and squirting each other with their hands.
"What are kids doing up at eleven, anyway?" she complained.
"Beats me," Zack replied.
Yuffie scanned the pool area, looking for the spot furthest away for the noisy kids. A moment later, her eyes caught a sighed that solved the problem: NO ONE UNDER THIRTEEN PERMITTED IN JACUZZI.
"Eureka!" Yuffie exclaimed as she looked downward to behold the jacuzzi the sign pertained to.
She immediately grabbed Zack's wrist and led him over.
"Thank God!" she exclaimed as she stepped into the Jacuzzi and sat down.
Zack stood outside, hesitant as usual.
"Excuse you!" she called. "We're on a date for another fifty minutes! Get your butt in here!"
He sighed as he climbed in and sat down next to her.
Yuffie immediately put her arm around him.
Zack began to tense up.
"It's a date," she reminded him. "You're supposed to cuddle with your date."
Not in the mood to argue, Zack put his arm around Yuffie, letting his hand rest on her bare shoulder.
This isn't so bad, he thought. She is right. That is what you do when you're on a date.
And then, he began to tense up again.
I remember.
"What's up?" Yuffie asked, still sensing the vibe.
"It's a date," Zack replied. "I haven't been on one in years. It feels like I'm starting over, but I guess I have to."
Yuffie quietly rubbed his bare shoulder. She felt somewhat guilty about demanding a date with him without considering what he had been through.
"I was almost engaged once," he continued. "I think. And then I end up in a tube for four years."
Damn, thought Yuffie. He's been through a lot.
She tightened her grip on the shoulder her arm was around.
And then, she rested her head on his free one.
11:15 p.m.
Tobin and Cissnei arrived back in Cosmo Canyon. She parked the car, and they quietly made their way to their hallway. They held hands the entire way.
Cissnei smiled with her eyes closed. She was overwhelmed, but in a good way. All she had wanted was her best friend back. Instead, she got him back, and she married him. It was the most wonderful surprise she had ever had; they were now bound to each other.
As Cisseni took her keys out of her jeans pocket and began to open the door to their apartment, something crossed Tobin's mind.
Aren't I supposed to carry her in? he thought. I've never carried a girl before, but...we did just get married.
As soon as the door was opened, he, to his new wife's surprise, wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up as few inches off the ground.
Cissnei squealed in delight as she was lifted over the threshold, pressing her lips against his cheek.
Tobin gently set her down on the other side. It was not how a man traditionally carried his new bride, but it was the best he could do on such short notice.
Cissnei smiled, closed the door, and kissed him again. She then led Tobin over to the couch, and sat them both down, putting her arm around his shoulder.
"What a day!" she declared, and laughed.
She then smiled at Tobin, and lovingly stroked his hair.
"Feeling better?" she asked.
Tobin nodded.
"There's a special part of my heart that only you can fit in," Cissnei said. "I'm so happy the day turned out the way it did."
She then put her hand on his cheek and kissed him.
"Sorry if I'm too affectionate," she laughed. "But do you have any idea how many times I've wanted to kiss you?"
It was true; she had a lot of affection for him bottle up over the years.
"A lot?" he asked.
"Bingo!" she declared before kissing him once more.
Tobin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
"Like when we reunited outside of Midgar," she continued. "But I knew we had to save Zack. And...it kind of felt like you wanted to kiss me, too."
"I was tempted," he admitted.
She smiled and kissed his cheek.
"So, what now?" he asked.
"Let's plan a honeymoon!" Cissnei replied enthusiastically. "I know it make take a while to plan, but it's something I'd like to do if you would."
"I would," Tobin agreed.
"Where were you having in mind?" she asked.
"Costa del Sol?" he suggested.
"Tempting," she replied. "I haven't worn a bikini in forever."
"Or we could go on a ski trip on the Northern Continent," he said.
"I do like to ski," Cissnei replied. "But I like the beach a lot better."
"Sure thing," Tobin said.
Cissnei then stood up, and stretched.
"But we can talk about that tomorrow," she continued. "I'm off to bed."
She turned around, leaned over, and kissed Tobin once more before making her way across the common area and disappearing into her bedroom.
Tobin sat back, and sighed in amazement.
He had married Cissnei.
He had certainly not seen that coming at the beginning of the day. In any case, he had no regrets about it any more than his beautiful, red-headed bride did.
And then, out of the corner of his eye, Tobin realized that she did not shut and lock the door as usual.
11:20 p.m.
Cloud paced the sitting room.
He had changed into his swim trunks, but the door to the room with the hot tub had been closed for ten minutes. It should not take her this long to change into her bikini, especially since, as he had seen on the ferry, she seemed to be wearing it under her clothes.
He then stopped pacing, and scanned his surroundings. He could not believe where he was; he was on his honeymoon. Just eight weeks ago, he and Tifa were strictly platonic. Before that, he was thirty years old in the original timeline, and Tifa was married to Bo. In that timeline, he terribly regretted not telling her how he felt.
But now, that timeline was gone; there would be no regrets this time. She was his. Nothing would change that now.
"Cloud?" Tifa's voice suddenly called from the other side of the door. "I'm ready."
"C-coming," he somewhat stammered.
He began to make his way to the closed door, wondering what he would see on the other side.
Then, he turned the knob, and slowly opened it.
A beaming Tifa was in the hot tub, facing him. She was on her knees, and Cloud could only see her from the chest up. She was still wearing her earrings, and had reapplied her lipstick, as well as the rest of her makeup.
So that's it, Cloud realized. She wanted to look beautiful.
He could also see her blue bikini top; he found her beautiful and sexy at the same time.
"This water feels good!" Tifa declared.
"I'll bet it does," he replied.
"Seriously," she insisted, "I thought it was going to be too hot or too cold, but it's perfect."
Tifa then sat up, extending Cloud's visibility of her to half an inch below her belly button.
"So," she continued, "out of the corner of my eye, I saw a gaming system and a copy of Mousetrap in the other room. Someone knew we were coming!"
Cloud smiled, and decided that he had to acknowledge her beauty.
"So that was what kept you?" he asked. "To put you're makeup on?"
"Maybe," she laughed.
"You look beautiful," he complimented.
"Thanks!" Tifa said with a smile. "You definitely make this lady feel special!"
"Because you are," Cloud said.
Tifa blew him a kiss. She then lowered herself to her knees again. She became quiet.
It's time for him to see, she thought.
"So Cloud," she began. "There's actually another surprise."
"What's that?" he asked.
"You'll have to see," Tifa replied with a nervous smile. She then pointed to her left, to a spot on the side of the tub. "Why don't you walk there and stop?"
"Why stop there?" Cloud asked.
"You'll see," she insisted.
Curious, Cloud made his way to the side that his wife had designated. Looking forward, all he saw was the wall, and the island out the window. He then turned to Tifa to admit he did not get the surprise.
And then, as he saw the side view of her, he noticed.
He could only see flesh where here bikini bottoms should be. The blue bikini top was all she was wearing. She was naked from below that.
"Surprise!" she said with a smile.
Cloud felt his mouth dry; he had not seen that coming. He knew he would be seeing her naked tonight, but he thought he would have more time to prepare. Now, here she was.
"W-where are your bottoms?" he naturally asked, although he knew that it was a silly question.
"Off," she replied as she briefly looked down. She turned her head to face him, and smiled. "Well, I can't wear bikini bottoms if they say "Lockheart" on them. It's not my last name anymore!"
Cloud was at a loss for words; the inevitable moment had come. He had trouble focusing, of course; he kept staring at his wife's bare flesh where her bikini bottoms should be.
Tifa, meanwhile, felt her heart racing. She knew he could see her; it was the most any living person had ever seen of her. She knew this moment would come, and the feelings were exactly how she had expected them; she was nervous and excited at the same time.
"Welcome to married life!" she laughed.
Unknown to Cloud, she was saying it to both him, and herself.
As Tifa laughed, Cloud could see her perfect teeth. Scanning her mostly naked body, he again admired her beauty.
Then, she looked at him sincerely.
"I love you," she said.
The sincere look in her chestnut eyes would always touch his heart, regardless of the circumstances.
"And I love you," he replied.
Tifa was now beginning to feel easier. The moment had passed; he had seen her. They were married now; they would be spending a long, long time together. She was now ready to invite him into the tub with her.
She slightly bobbed her lower half in the tub, giving Cloud a brief, momentary view of her butt cleavage.
Cloud's own heart was beginning to accelerate. It had sunk in.
"Well," Tifa continued with a smile, "you're not going to leave your wife in here all by herself, are you?"
Cloud simply shook his head. His heart beat even faster, as he knew she had just invited him in.
"Well, get your butt in here!" she laughed as she pointed to a spot behind her.
Cloud swallowed, slowly made his way to the hot tub, stepped in, and sat down behind his bride. He was immediately greeted by the sight of Tifa's beautiful, exposed rear-end, submerged in the water but clearly visible, and mere inches in front of him. He had spent his adolescence and early adulthood wondering what it looked like. Now he knew. He was beginning to sweat.
"See?" she asked. "What did I tell you? Doesn't it feel good."
"Yeah," he replied quietly.
She knew he was gazing at her butt, but she could not care less. It was their wedding night.
"I thought about wearing my bridal veil in here," she continued, "but it would break my heart if that thing got wet."
"It would be," he replied.
He was still eying her bare bottom.
Tifa could still tell this, and laughed to herself. She had been frequently complimented on her breasts, but it was a relief that a different part of her had captured a man's attention.
And then, she began to feel chills up her spine. The fact that he could see her naked behind made her feel...vulnerable.
And she then realized what would intensify that feeling.
It's time for him see more, she thought.
Tifa slowly stood up, allowing the water to drip off of her body. She hesitated for a moment, and turned around, giving Cloud a view of all her glory.
She gave him a few moments to check out her exposed lower half. Her realization had proven correct; she now felt more vulnerable than ever.
Cloud, meanwhile, sat in awe. The most private person he had ever known now stood before him, nearly naked, and made no effort to hide herself, wanting him to look at her. He scanned her body, and noticed that she had her pubic hair groomed for the occasion.
Tifa suddenly signaled for him to stand up.
He did so.
Then, she placed her hands on his shoulders, leaned in, and kissed him.
Cloud placed his hands on her bare hips, and kissed her back. He then kissed her more deeply.
They then broke the kiss, and stood for a moment, smiling lovingly at each other.
"Well, this is amusing!" Tifa laughed.
"What?" he asked.
"You're topless and I'm bottomless."
She then released her husband, and turned around, returning to her original position on her knees. She took her left hand at patted the rim of the pool next to her, signaling for him to come and join her.
Cloud took the hint, and lowered himself onto his own knees next to his wife.
"We did it!" Tifa said enthusiastically as she high-fived Cloud. "Fuck yeah!"
"We did it," he repeated as he admired their matching wedding bands.
"See?" she continued with a smile. "I told you we could be both best friends and a couple at the same time!"
Before Cloud could respond, Tifa leaned in and kissed him once more. Their tongues quickly met as the two young newlyweds shared another passionate kiss.
Cloud took his right hand and placed it just below Tifa's neck. He then slowly ran it over her bikini top and down her back, stopping briefly at the small. He then ran his hand further down to her bare butt, and began to slowly rub it in circles.
"How does that feel?" he whispered as he broke the kiss.
"Good," she whispered back. "Touch me there."
More sparks began to ignite in the young bride as she pressed her lips against his again, kissing him more hungrily than ever.
As passion began to fill him, Cloud stopped his right hand on her exposed left buttock, and gently squeezed it.
Tifa let out a moan.
A soft, sexy moan.
"Okay," she said. "I'm ready."
Cloud, in a rare moment, knew exactly what she meant. She was ready to consummate their relationship.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
Tifa nodded.
"I'm ready to take this next step," she replied. "Right here, like this."
Cloud nodded, and disappeared behind her.
Tifa waited silently; in a few moments, she would no longer be a virgin.
She heard the sound of Cloud slipping his trunks off and dropping them on the rim of the tub. She then felt his hands on her bare hips.
She closed her eyes, and braced herself.
Cloud, already erect, guided himself to her enterance. Pausing for a second, he guided himself in, breaking her hymen in the process.
"Ow!" cried Tifa. "Fuck!"
She bent forward in pain and grabbed the edge of the hot up.
Cloud immediately pulled out.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied sheepishly. "Sorry. I heard it would hurt the first time, but I never actually believed it." She then looked up. "Okay. Can we try on my back? It won't be so deep. And we can kiss."
"Sure," Cloud agreed.
Tifa smiled as she got out of the hot tub and lay on her back.
Cloud followed her, bearing over her.
"Okay," she said. "I'm ready. Slow, okay?"
Cloud nodded.
He aimed himself again, and soon felt the warmth of his best friend's interior.
Tifa let out a gasp, but out of pleasure instead of pain.
Cloud, realizing she was no longer hurting, began to pump in and out of her, slowly and gently.
Tifa continued to gasp each time he did so.
Sex was an amazing feeling.
"Kiss me," she whispered.
And Cloud did.
11:30 p.m.
Tobin continued to sit on the couch. He kept glancing at his own wedding band, and finally understood why neither of them had any regrets. They both had hidden feelings for each other for years. They both already lived together, and, at the venue, they had every person they knew and loved that was still alive. The perfect moment had come for them when they had least expected it.
I guess that's the way life works out, Tobin realized. Sometimes, you don't get to plan for a moment. Sometimes, it just comes.
At that moment, Cissnei called for him.
"Tobin?" she called. "Aren't you coming in?
Tobin looked toward Cissnei's bedroom. The light was still on, and the door was still open. But, he knew Cissnei all too well. At this time of night, wouldn't she be...?
"Aren't you cartoon animal style?" he called back.
"Yes," Cissnei replied.
Tobin scratched his head. She was cartoon animal style, yet the door to her bedroom was wide open. And then, he realized.
"I'm also your wife," she added.
That's right, he thought. We got married. And we get everything that goes with it.
Tobin slowly got up, and began to make his way toward the open door. He felt his heart beginning to accelerate.
I was so lost in the moment when I said yes to marrying her that I didn't even consider the wedding night, he thought. I didn't consider we would be seeing each other...naked.
He took step after step, slowly approaching Cissnei's open bedroom door. The light was still on, and he could see her queen-sized bed, along with her night table and lamp thereon. But he could not yet see her.
He had sometimes wondered what she looked like naked, but quickly banished those thoughts from his head, having never expected to elevate his relationship with her beyond a deep friendship. But now, it was different. She was his wife, she was somewhere in her bedroom half-naked, and she was a hundred percent okay with him seeing her that way.
He then realized something else.
It's not her bedroom anymore, he thought. It's our bedroom.
Finally, he reached the open doorway. Pausing for a few seconds, Tobin then stepped into the bedroom that they now would share.
Light and warmth greeted him immediately upon entering. At first, he still saw only the bed and nearby furniture.
Where is she? he thought.
Then, he turned his head to the left.
There stood Cissnei, facing him with a smile on her face. She was wearing a blue tee shirt that stopped just above her waist. Nothing else.
"There you are!" she said happily.
"H-here I am," he stammered, immediately, instinctually, focusing on her naked lower half.
Cissnei did not mind at all.
"Go ahead," she permitted. "You can check me out. I am your wife, you know."
Tobin did as he was permitted; he never knew she had beautiful legs.
Then, Cissnei turned a hundred and eighty degrees.
"Here," she said, as she patted her exposed rear end with both of her hands. "It's my butt. See?"
Tobin found her derriere to be pretty nice, even though it was most certainly not the reason he had married her.
She then turned around again, and walked up to him, stopping two feet away.
"I just realized something," she said with a smile. "After all these years, I've never introduced myself using my real name."
"That's okay," Tobin assured her. "Like I said, Cissnei will always be your real name to me."
Cissnei shook her head.
"I want to do it anyway," she insisted. She then, to Tobin's curiosity, stretched out her right hand. "My name is Alicia Lockheart!" She then playfully shook his hand as her eyes became wet. "It felt so good saying that!"
It felt good for Tobin as well; she showed her love for him by taking his name. It was another thing he had not considered.
The two newlyweds then kissed, lightly at first, but the kiss soon grew deeper. They quickly felt their tongues pressing against each other.
It was a new feeling for Cissnei; who had had her first kiss just earlier that day. It was a welcome feeling.
After the kiss was broken, she smiled before making her way to the bed and sitting down.
Tobin gazed at his wife; the side view of her sitting naked from the waist down was something he found surprisingly...sexy.
"Well, are you going to just stand there?" Cissnei asked with a smile. "I'd kind of like to have sex with my husband."
That did it; Tobin practically charged toward the bed.
11:35 p.m.
Tifa was once again on her hands and knees in the hot tub. Only now, Cloud was ramming into her from behind. She kept gasping, as the feeling of her best friend's penis deep within her was starting to overwhelm her.
Cloud, meanwhile, had his hands firmly on her hips, as he felt her bare butt continue to smack against him.
This was a turn on for her as well, and suddenly, she felt her walls began to tighten. It was her first time, but she still knew she was having an orgasm.
"HO-LY SHIIIIIIT!" Tifa cried as she climaxed.
Cloud then climaxed himself, firing his seed into his wife.
They remained in position for a few moments.
Cloud sat back in the hot tub, catching his breath.
Tifa remained on her knees as before, only now, her hair was a sweaty mess. Catching her own breath, she slowly took the reality in.
She was no longer a virgin. She had made love to the man of her dreams.
"You okay?" Cloud gasped.
"I don't...think I can move!" Tifa laughed as she rested her head on the rim of the hot tub. "And I thought it was guys who always got tired from sex!"
"Me, too, actually," Cloud agreed.
"I've never been this worn out in my life," Tifa continued. "I must have one long gone wild mind of a vagina."
She then sat back, resting her back against Cloud's bare chest.
Cloud lovingly wrapped his arms around her midriff and kissed her softly on the cheek.
Tifa was content. Despite being a strong woman, she realized how safe she felt with his arms wrapped around her. The feeling of her bare butt on the skin of his thighs was most certainly welcome as well; skin-to-skin contact was something she had been looking forward to almost as much as the lovemaking.
And yet, fatigue began to take her. It had been a very long day.
"You okay?" Cloud repeated, noticing the silence.
"My butt hurts," she replied.
"Need to get out?" he asked.
"It is getting late," she admitted. "I'm fading fast."
The two newlyweds slowly climbed out of the hot tub. After drying each other off, they made their way, hand-in-hand, through the sitting room, and into the bedroom, both climbing onto the king-sized bed that awaited them.
Tifa knelt on her knees, facing away from Cloud.
There was a mirror in front of the bed, and it reminded Tifa that she still had her blue bikini top on. Knowing Cloud had a front view of her reflection, she pointed her chest toward the mirror, and smiled back at him.
"Well," she laughed, "it's not going to take itself off!"
Again taking the hint, Cloud raised himself to his knees behind his wife. He slowly gripped her bikini top and began to lift it.
Tifa raised her arms as the bikini top slid off.
Both looked in the mirror, watching her now-exposed breasts spring free.
Tifa, now completely nude, turned toward her husband. She gently stroked his face for a few moments before kissing him. She then wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly, savoring the feeling of the skin of his chest against the skin of hers.
After breaking the embrace, she gently lay him down on his back. She then reached over and switched the light off. Finally, she rested her head on his chest as he stroked her bare back.
"I love you so much, Cloud," she said, with a tone of emotion in her voice.
"I love you, too, Tifa," Cloud said.
Soon, they were both asleep.
11:40 p.m.
Tobin and Cissnei sat naked on the bed, each with their legs folded, and facing each other.
Still sweaty from their lovemaking, the two newlyweds gazed into each other's eyes as they both caught their breath, both with beaming smiles on their faces.
And then, Cissnei suddenly felt a wave of joy rush through her as she gazed at the man she loved. She rested her head against his shoulder for a few moments before lovingly placing her hand on his cheek.
"Thank you," she said lovingly.
"For what?" Tobin asked.
"For being so amazing. So perfect. So wonderful," she replied with a smile.
With that, she wrapped her arms around her husband and hugged him tightly; she was immediately greeted to the feeling of his bare skin.
"Your skin feels so good," she whispered as she tightened the hug.
She had remembered what Tifa had said; how she had looked forward to having Cloud's skin on her. He was right; Cissnei found the feeling of Tobin's skin on hers the most wonderful feeling yet.
Cissnei kissed Tobin's shoulder before smiling at him and kissing him on the mouth. She then held him tightly to her own chest, kissing the top of his forehead.
I love this, she thought.
Tobin raised his head, kissing his wife once more.
"Today was so special," she choked, full of emotion.
She kissed him again, and rested her head on his bare chest.
I knew it would feel good, she thought. But I wasn't expecting to feel so emotional!
Tears formed in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She could no longer hold anything back.
"You okay?" Tobin asked as he gently stroked her bare back.
"I lost a best friend and got back a husband," she replied. "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world!"
They continued to kiss for a few minutes more before laying down in bed and turning off the light. They remained facing each other, smiling at the fortune that befell them that day.
"I love you," Cissnei said before closing her eyes.
"I love you, too," he replied.
11:45 p.m.
"So, Yuffie," Zack suddenly asked. "Something's been on my mind from the beginning."
They were still in the jacuzzi, but he was no longer watching the time.
"Shoot," she permitted.
"Back at Fort Tamblin," he began, "did you realize you could have been killed that night?"
"Yes," she replied.
"But you were only..."
"Nine," Yuffie finished.
Zack sighed.
"By SOLDIER definitions, anyone who interferes with a mission is considered a threat," he pointed out.
"Even little girls?" she asked.
"You bet," he replied.
"Then can I ask you something?" Yuffie requested.
"Shoot," Zack replied, echoing his date.
"How old was the youngest person ever killed by a SOLDIER member?"
He gave her a sincere look.
"Ten years old," he answered.
"Seriously?" she asked.
"By Sephiroth," Zack added. "I know he's a nasty guy, but he was doing his job. In SOLDIER, you have to eliminate every possible threat."
"And yet you spared me," she said. "You disobeyed protocol and let me live. Why?"
Zack stared at the ceiling.
"I dunno," he replied. "I guess...something just told me you're better off alive than dead. Killing you wouldn't have done you any good."
Yuffie sat silently for a few moments. Then, she found herself placing her hand to her heart. She was beyond touched.
He could have killed me every time I steered him afoul, she thought. But he never did. Hmm...
"Hey! You two!" exclaimed the lifeguard. "We're closing!"
"But the sign said you're open 'til midnight!" Yuffie protested.
"It's close enough," the lifeguard said. "I want to go home and fuck my old lady."
She sighed and folded her arms.
"That was more than I wanted to know," she complained.
"I said I want to go home and fuck my old lady!" the lifeguard repeated. "Now get out!"
Defeated, Zack and Yuffie climbed out of the tub and left the pool room, but they did end up getting the last laugh.
"Hey!" exclaimed the lifeguard again. "Where are your towels?"
"Sorry, bud," Zack replied. "We kind of forgot."
"You'll get water all over the carpet!" the lifeguard complained.
"Go fuck yourself," Yuffie retorted. "Buy another carpet!"
Zack and Yuffie went back to the room, leaving a trail of water along the way. As soon as they got in, Yuffie led him to the bathroom, grabbed herself a towel, and tossed another one to Zack. They both began to dry themselves off.
"That was hilarious!" she laughed.
"Now he has to stay late and clean it," he added. "So much for his old lady."
Yuffie laughed again, finished drying herself, and tossed her towel onto the curtain rod.
"I really had fun today," she complimented, and smiled, aiming her face directly at his. "And, Zack," she continued, "you really touched my heart when you told me you spared my miserable life."
She looked into his eyes gently.
She's not going to kiss me, is she? Zack thought. I'm old enough...
Instead, she stepped a couple of feet back.
Whew. That's a relief.
And then, Yuffie pulled down her bikini bottoms, turing around as she did so, and stepped out of them.
Ho-ly shit!
"I'm your girl for ten more minutes," Yuffie announced as she quickly slipped off her bikini top and placed her hands on the sink, positioning herself. "Can you do a quickie?"
No! he dismissed to himself. There's unacceptable, there's bizarre, and then there's this.
And yet, at the same time, he found himself discarding his swim trunks, making his way over to the naked Yuffie, standing behind her, and placing his hands on her delicate hips.
Fuck it, I've given in.
11:50 p.m.
"Almost midnight," muttered Shera as she paced around the still-open convenience store in the hotel lobby. "Almost midnight."
Cid was pacing around himself, waiting for the exact same moment.
They had spent the majority of their time in Coveter's Row at the gaming kiosks; they were really the only places that would allow Shera in.
The clock in the store read 11:51.
They had tried to get into the casino, but were turned away on account of Shera's age.
"You're only seventeen," the guard informed her. "I can't let you pass."
"I'll be eighteen in less than two hours!" Shera protested. "What am I seriously going to learn in that time?"
"That nobody makes exceptions," the guard replied as he pointed his finger.
The clock in the store read 11:52.
They had tried to get into the clubs as well, but they would not let Shera in, either.
"Come back when you're twenty-one," the bouncer told her.
"Don't you know girls are done growing by fifteen?" Shera protested. "My liver's not going to change!"
"Discuss it with the Continental Governor!" the bouncer retorted before pointing his finger as well.
The clock in the store read 11:53.
They settled at the gaming kiosks. Shera had found the Mog game, much to Cid's annoyance. Fortunately, it was right next to Mousetrap, so Cid had few complaints.
The clock in the store read 11:54.
"Why does age even have to be a thing?" Shera protested as she continued to pace. "Can't they just have maturity tests or something?"
"Hell, no!" Cid dismissed.
Shera stopped pacing, and put her hands on her hips.
"Why not?!" she demanded.
"Because I'd fail miserably," he replied.
Shera giggled; he was probably right.
And then, the clock in the store read 11:55.
"Can we go up?" she requested. "By the time we get there..."
Cid nodded.
"Yeah," he said, "let's go."
He took her hand and led her to the elevator.
She pushed the button, and, by the time the doors opened, the clock read 11:56.
Four more minutes, Cid thought.
The two of them held hands all the way up.
Shera's knees were trembling; she had heard what the first time would be like. But she wanted to share it with him, so she kept her confidence as best she could.
The elevator dinged, and they quietly stepped off and made their way to their room.
By the time they got inside, the clock read 11:58.
Two minutes, Cid thought.
These are going to be the longest two minutes of my life! Shera felt.
The two of them began to pace around the hotel room, glancing at the clock any chance they could get.
The clock then read 11:59.
The couple suspended their pacing, keeping their eyes on the clock.
The clock read 11:59.
Cid cracked his knuckles.
The clock read 11:59.
Shera took a deep breath.
The clock read 11:59.
Cid cracked his neck.
The clock read 11:59.
Shera cracked her own neck.
The clock read 11:59.
Shera cleared her throat.
The clock read 12:00.
Shera, wasting no time, immediately lunged at Cid, pressing her lips against his.
"Happy birthday," he gasped.
"Thanks," she gasped back before practically ripping off his sport jacket.
Cid responded by reaching under Shera's green wrap-around skirt and yanking her white panties to the ground.
"You're such a pervert," she teased as she stepped out of them.
She then gripped his golf shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside.
Cid unbuttoned her wrap-around skirt, causing it to fall off with the greatest of ease, exposing Shera's lower half. He immediately set his attention to her unshaven vagina.
"I mean, I'm a grown-up now," she gasped in a rushed manner as she stood before him, clutching her now-bare bottom. "I know I can handle-"
Cid silenced her by pressing his lips against hers, picking her up, and carrying her over to the bed.
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