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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 4
Cid and Tifa retreated below deck and managed to get to the door to his cabin without anyone noticing. When Cid placed his hand upon the door to push it open, they heard a sound behind them. They both turned to look, seeing something that surprised the both of them.

Back behind them was Vincent, holding one of Cid�s crewmembers against the wall by his jumpsuit�s collar. Both Tifa and Cid wondered if this was a prelude to a drunken fight, since the movements of both men clearly indicated that they were inebriated. However, when Vincent pressed his body and then his mouth against the crewman�s, both of them seemingly unaware that they were being watched, the notion of an ensuing brawl faded.

Tifa grabbed Cid�s left arm and stifled a giggle as they remained in the shadows, watching Vincent and his chosen partner. "I can�t believe it �"

Cid didn�t know what quite to say, but he wasn�t all that keen on seeing what was taking place. "God damn it, O�Mally�s queer, too?"

Vincent didn�t give them much of a show, because in the midst of his kissing and pawing at the crewman, he managed to reach over and open the door to his room, the two of them then quickly stumbling through and vanishing from view.

"Well, I guess Vincent�s taken care of for the night," Tifa said, half to herself.

Cid shook off the visual he�d just had burned into his mind and opened his door. "Whatever floats his boat, I guess. Just wish he�d left my crewman out of it."

Tifa smiled at the pilot and then brushed past him, going into the cabin. "Your crewman didn�t seem to be complaining too much."

"If it�s all the same to you, I don�t wanna think about it no more." Cid followed her in, closing and locking the door behind him. The pilot leaned back against the door for a moment, smiling to himself as he looked Tifa over.

"Are you just going to stand there?" she asked, clasping her hands together before her, suddenly looking shy.

Now fully conscious that Tifa was serious about this, Cid�s usual confidence was settling back in. "No."

Tifa watched as he flipped off the light, casting the room into the dim illumination of the ship�s night courtesy lights. She stared on as Cid proceeded to move away from the door and shrug off his jacket, throwing it over and onto the floor. He then reached up and pulled his flight goggles from his head and set them down on the table present within his room.

He locked gazes her. "I can�t believe you�re here�"

"Me neither." Tifa offered him a faint smile in the darkness. "I never thought you�d be interested."

"Me not interested in you?" Cid almost laughed. "I figured you�d think I was too fuckin� old."

"You�re not old, Cid." Tifa closed the distance between them and placed her hands upon his chest. "Just a mature man."

The way she said that caught his attention and he framed her face with his hands. "How old have your guys been, Tif?"

She laughed to herself. "The oldest was nineteen."

Knowing that he was certainly going to be able to give her a much better time that some teenage boy had, Cid couldn�t help but smile. "You might just be in for a surprise then."

Tifa cocked an eyebrow at him. "Well, show me."

Cid put his arms around Tifa again and put his mouth to hers, once more being let in. The pilot pressed his body against hers, seeking any precious friction that he could produce between them. In doing this, Tifa was quickly made aware of Cid�s physical state through their clothing. She slid her right hand downward and placed it over the firmness of his cock, rubbing him slowly through the fabric of his pants.

Cid produced an animalistic growl at this against her mouth. He, in turn, brought one of his hands from behind her back and placed it against the swell of Tifa�s left breast, feeling her shiver in response. As he continued to caress her, Cid found that the peak of her breast had come to attention, and he let his fingers run over it, making Tifa catch her breath.

"Tifa," he whispered into her ear, once he let his mouth stray from hers, "what do you want?"

Never having been asked any such question by her previous lovers, she wasn�t sure. "I�I don�t know."

He pulled back from her, smiling. "Kinda shy, huh?"

"A little," Tifa replied, her heart racing as she looked into his eyes.

"Okay," he said back, "don�t worry about it. I�ll take care of everythin�."

She followed as he took her by the hand and led her over to the bed, placing his hands upon her shoulders and indicating that he wanted her to sit. Tifa looked up as he remained standing before him.

Cid looked down at her, his smirk still upon his lips. He ran a hand through her hair, and then let his fingers come to a rest against the back of her neck. "Go ahead, Tif."

With her hands trembling, she reached up and grabbed his belt. She managed to get it undone and then looked up at him again.

Her hesitation was endearing in a way, and he cocked his head to the side. "It�s all right if you don�t want to."

But she did want to. It was just that it wasn�t something that she�d done often, much to the chagrin of her previous lovers. She got back to the task and unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. Tifa slipped her hand inside, and stroked him though his boxers for a moment, before grabbing the waistband of them and pulling. She was soon undeniably confronted with his erection. Tifa grasped him, noticing that there was a hitch in his breath as she did so.

Cid continued to stare downward at her, his lips slightly parted as he eagerly awaited what he hoped she would do. He applied a little pressure to the back of her neck, hoping that she would get the hint.

Tifa moved forward at his urging, letting her lips brush against the end of his length for a moment, appreciating the suede like feeling of his steel. When she heard him groan in approval, she slipped her tongue out and let it graze down his cock and then back up.

Cid closed his eyes, not minding that she was teasing him. After all, her previous experiences had all been with boys who would have been in chronic danger of premature ejaculation. She would have to learn that Cid, unlike they, was in complete control and could take whatever she was willing to lavish upon him.

After a few more experimental passes with her tongue, Tifa parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

Cid sighed at the sensation of heat and wetness, and placed both of his hands on the sides of her face. "Relax just as much as you can, Tif."

She realized that he was going to hold her still and thrust into her throat-- not something she�d experienced before. He was gentle, but deliberate, pushing just a little farther in with each motion, until he had Tifa accustomed to the feeling enough that he was able to get into her throat properly, her lips all the way down to his hilt.

Cid loved it, and was pleased that she was able to take him that far. He was, after all, not lacking for size. "That�s right, Tif�"

Hearing the sounds he was making with his every drive into her mouth impassioned her, and she reached up and placed her hands upon his hips, enjoying the feeling of his movements. The sweetness of his pre-cum was being let upon her tongue, something that she welcomed.

After several minutes, Cid withdrew from between her lips and smoothed back her hair again. "God damn, you�re pretty fuckin� good at that."

Tifa couldn�t help but giggle at little at such a statement. "Uh, thanks."

Cid got to his knees before her, framing her face with his hands. He kissed her for a few minutes, pleased with how she reached between their bodies, stroking him gently. He let his mouth trail down her neck and then back up toward her ear. "Tifa�I�d like to pay you back for what you just did to me now."

She caught her breath at the idea. Never had that been done to her, and she was somewhat embarrassed, despite her arousal. "You�you don�t have to do that�"

Cid pulled back and looked into her eyes. "You don�t like it? Women usually love that."

"Well, I, uh�" Tifa dropped her gaze to the side. "It�s just that I�ve never had it done to me."

The pilot gave her a smile. "Then I�m gonna be the first. Lay back."

Tifa did as asked and closed her eyes. She felt Cid�s rough hands lift up her short skirt, and then grasp her panties, pulling them away carefully. It amazed her how someone as strong as Cid could still be so damn gentle. She was distracted from this thought, though, when she felt both of his hands upon her thighs.

He coaxed her legs apart, pleased at how she responded. Cid�s hands moved to where her legs united with her body, and pulled back gently, exposing her womanhood to him in its entirety. The pilot noticed how her body tensed at this. "It�s okay, Tif. Just take it easy. There�s nothin� to be worried about. I�m tellin� you, you�re absolutely perfect."

To have this reassurance touched her, and she did her best to let go of her fear and self-consciousness. There was something in her past that was welling up, making this hard for her to endure.

Cid dipped down and closed his eyes, being immediately engulfed in her heat. He flicked out with his tongue, testing her reaction to different amounts of pressure and patterns of movement. Her taste and scent drove his senses wild, his own arousal becoming almost painful.

Tifa gasped to feel him starting to work her with his mouth. The feeling was intense and wonderful. Her back arched up off of the bed, and she reached down, entwining her fingers in his hair. "Oh my God�"

With this obvious sign of her enjoyment, Cid dared to move a lower, allowing his tongue to glide over her entrance, eliciting an outright cry from her. Still feeling that he had her approval, he moved a little further, delving into her.

"Cid�" She couldn�t believe what he was doing. The very idea that he was fucking her with his tongue drove her mad.

He kept at it, alternating between driving into her and then lavishing the small knot of flesh above her entrance with licks and careful suckling. Cid felt her begin to writhe more, and he knew that he was driving her toward climax. In order to not break contact with her bundle of nerves and still give her some sort of internal stimulus, he slipped two fingers of his right hand within her.

Feeling his tongue caressing and his fingers thrusting proved to be too much. Tifa felt her body give in and she sat up half way, tightening the grip she had on his head as if to keep him from stopping before she wanted him to. "Oh God�Cid!"

He growled once he felt her muscles begin their rhythmic contractions around his digits, and her wetness increase with her satisfaction. When she finally collapsed back onto the bed and disengaged her hands from his hair, he sat back. "See? You liked it."

She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with lust. "I loved it�that was incredible."

"It ain�t over." Cid placed his hands upon her knees and then pushed himself up until he was standing again. He pulled off his shirt and let it fall to the floor, before getting out of his boots and pants the rest of the way. Soon, he was standing there, completely unclothed. "Your turn."

Tifa�s relentless shyness rushed back in, and she sat upon the edge of the bed. She kicked off her shoes first and then slipped her suspenders off of her shoulders. That done, she lifted herself a small way off of the bed and pulled off her skirt. Lastly, she grabbed the bottom hem of her halter-top and reluctantly slipped it off.

Cid admired her in the dim light, even as she tried to cover herself by crossing her arms over her chest. "Why�re you tryin� to hide?"

"I�I don�t know." She found herself unwilling to look into his eyes now.

He sighed and decided to ignore his arousal for the moment. Cid sat beside her on the edge of the bed. She wasn�t a virgin, so there didn�t really seem to be any reason for her to be this scared or reserved. That was to say, while the pilot could understand her not being familiar with certain acts, or perhaps being a little intimidated to be with someone like he was who knew what he wanted and wasn�t afraid to ask, he couldn�t get past the feeling that something just wasn�t right. Wanting her to look at him, he placed a hand beneath her chin and turned her head. "Tifa?"

Her amber eyes finally met his. "Yeah?"

"What�s wrong?" He placed his arm around her shoulders. "I mean, here we are, supposedly to have some wild, devil be damned fuck, and you�re�I dunno. It just seems like somethin�s wrong."

"I�m sorry�" Her eyes seemed to threaten tears.

"Oh fuck, I�m the one who should be sorry." Cid hung his head, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with guilt. "You�re in love with someone and this is makin� you feel dirty, right?"

To his surprise, she shook her head. "No�it�s not got anything to do with Cloud or anyone like that."

He knit his brow and looked into her eyes again. "Then what?"

"You don�t want to know. I�I should probably just go�" Tifa made a move to get up from the bed, but Cid followed and took her back into his arms.

The blond searched her expression for some hint of what was wrong. "Don�t go, Tifa, please� You can tell me whatever it is."

The tears finally broke free, and her body was wracked with sobs. "Oh Cid�when, when Shinra caught me and took me away�"

He pulled her close, already fearing the inevitable answer. Cid rested his cheek against the top of her head, his previous arousal now all but forgotten. There were things more important than sex, and comforting Tifa however he could was one of them. "It�s okay, just tell me."

"They had some SOLDIERs guarding me." She buried her face into his chest, taking refuge. "One of them�I mean, he was just a kid but he had a gun and�"

"Aw, fuck." Cid sighed deeply and closed his eyes. Here she was, trying to get over being raped and he�d tried to sleep with her. "I�m sorry, I had no idea."

"No one did, except for Vincent." Tifa continued to feel tears upon her cheeks. "I didn�t think it would bother me like this� I didn�t mean to ruin your night, Cid."

"You didn�t ruin anything." He brought her out to arm�s length and locked into her gaze. "It�s okay."

"Okay." She dropped her eyes away. "It�s really late�I should just go back to my room now."

Cid frowned. "Actually, if you wanted to stay here, that would be all right with me. I won�t try nothin�."

With her dreams having been overrun with nightmares since her assault, it seemed like an offer that she couldn�t refuse. There was something just so comforting and safe about being with Cid, that she knew she needed to accept his invitation. "I can?"

He offered her a smile and then went over, slipping back on his boxers to make a show of his intent to behave. "Yeah, I�d really like that."

Tifa dried her eyes and picked up her underwear from the floor, getting them back in place. "Uh, do you have a t-shirt I could wear to sleep in?"

The pilot nodded and went over to the locker in his room, immediately coming up with the requested item.

She took it from him and slipped it on. Tifa couldn�t help but notice that it was permeated with his scent, and she drew the collar of it up to her face and inhaled deeply.

Cid went and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his head in amusement over her. He picked up the pack of cigarettes that were lying on his bedside table and held them up. "You don�t mind if I have one of these before bed, do you?"

"No. I owned a bar, so I�m pretty used to smoking." Tifa came over and sat next to him.

He nodded and then got lit up. Cid put his left arm around her shoulders again, just enjoying her closeness. They remained there in silence for the next several minutes while he had his cigarette. When it was finished, he moved upon the bed and pulled back the blanket. He lay down on his side and then waited for Tifa to slip in next to him.

Once she was settled in, also on her side and facing away from him, Cid spooned up behind her and draped an arm over her waist, holding her close. In the darkness, he whispered, "Is this okay?"

Tifa smiled, feeling her exhaustion settle in. "Yeah. Cid?"

He kissed her neck behind her ear before settling into his pillow. "Huh?"

"Thanks." She closed her eyes and soon drifted off. Being held in Cid�s strong embrace, for the first night in ages, she slept easily and without nightmares.

A/N- Okay, do I still have everyone�s attention?

AND--

If anyone has read my other stuff, and can tell me O�Malley�s first name, they get a cookie! He wasn�t an airship crewman in the other two stories he�s in, nor was he into guys� Good luck with that trivia!
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