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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 7

God damn, guys, I�m really sorry about the delay in updates! I�ve been a bad writer�a very bad writer, indeed.
By the time Cid closed and locked the door, Tifa was already sitting on the edge of his bed, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She wasn�t looking back at him, instead, she was simply staring at the floor. Cid examined her, seeing that she was in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Her hair was damp, indicating that she�d recently taken a shower.

Cid took a few steps toward her and crossed his arms over his chest. "So, you and Vince were talking, you said?"

Tifa nodded. "Yeah, otherwise I would have come here sooner."

He immediately saw something dark descend over her. The pilot went over and sat to her left. "You don�t seem too happy about whatever it is."

"Well, we got to talking about what happened to me." Tifa hung her head and sighed.

Cid had already gotten a pretty good idea that such was the case. He put his arm around her shoulders. "I sorta figured."

"But Vincent�he�s great. He really helped me put it all in perspective. Turns out�" She let her voice trail off as she realized that maybe she wasn�t supposed to divulge certain things to others.

"Turns out what?" Cid moved a little closer.

Tifa turned her reddened eyes up to him. "Turns out, Hojo sort of�did similar things to him, too."

Cid knit his brow. The thought had crossed his mind of what Vincent would have been like during his brutal amputation, and now he found himself also wondering how Vincent would have coped with rape. He quickly tried to shake the visual that gave him. "Looks like Shinra found a way to fuck everyone, then."

Tifa just looked at him and cocked an eyebrow.

"Sorry," Cid turned his gaze away from her, "bad choice of words."

"It�s okay." She offered him a faint smile. "The whole rocket thing, right?"

"Yeah." He shrugged slightly. "But that wasn�t nothin' compared to what you and Vincent were put through. I know that."

Tifa rested her head against his shoulder. "Well, that�s all over and done with now, though. We can either let all of that continue to make us miserable and run our lives, or we can choose to get in control and make life what we want."

Having her nestled beside him as she was, made Cid begin to feel those inner pangs of arousal again. Not being entirely sure of what she was after, he opted for frankness. "So, you plan on spending the night here or what?"

Tifa pulled away from him a little and locked into his stare. "Is that okay?"

Cid stood up and went over, flipping off the light. "You want the bed to yourself? I can stay on the floor."

"No, I�d really like it if we slept like we did last night." Tifa blushed slightly, but it was hidden by the darkness. "I�I haven�t slept that well in a long time."

Okay, Highwind, she just told you in her own way that she just wants to sleep, not fuck around. Behave, God damn it, Cid silently ordered himself.

He came back over and motioned for her to get up, before turning down the sheets and climbing in. Tifa followed suit and the pilot spooned up against her back, draping an arm over her as he had the night before.

Tifa closed her eyes, loving the way he felt against her. Something about him just exuded strength and it was incredibly comforting. "You know, I�ve spent a lot of nights with Vincent like this, but�it�s just not the same."

The fact that the gunslinger would share his bed with her or anyone, for that matter, was somewhat surprising to him. "Why�s that?"

"I don�t know�" Tifa pushed back against him slightly, trying to drive the initial cold of the bed from her.

With her back pressed against him as it was, Cid was finding it hard to keep his body in check. He was starting to stir from their contact, and cursed himself for his body�s refusal to cooperate. Cid knew full well that against him as she was, Tifa would surely know.

However, Tifa had already drifted to sleep, and was unaware of Cid�s inner struggle.

Cid could eventually tell by her slowed breathing and slight dreamy motions that she had lost consciousness. Relieved that he�d managed to not upset her, he was able to sleep as well.

Several hours passed, and a jostle to the ship roused Cid from his sleep. He remained perfectly still in the darkness, listening and waiting for any signs of trouble, but none came. Soon, he was willing to write it off to no more than a gust of wind hitting the airship. As he settled back down, Tifa once more pushed back into him, increasing the friction between their bodies. Then, her hips tilted back against him a second time. Although he figured this was just an unconscious movement she was making in her sleep, it still aroused him, despite his best efforts to not react. He hoped that being asleep as she was, that it would pass without her notice.

But she wasn�t asleep at all. Tifa remained still for a while, her body remaining in contact with his, feeling his response. The firmness that was against her told her that Cid was very much turned on. The fact that this was occurring, and yet he made no advance toward her got her attention. He was restraining himself, and Tifa knew it. Yet, the longer she felt him in that state behind her, the more she began to think about it. Cid had done wonderful things for her the night before and as she dwelt on the thought, she, too, became excited.

Without moving or even opening her eyes, she whispered into the darkness, "Cid..?"

With all hope of her being asleep and not aware of his body�s treason shattered, he went ahead and replied, "Yeah?"

Tifa turned her head slightly, to look back at him. "I�I really wouldn�t mind."

In his drowsiness, he wasn�t entirely sure what she meant, or at the very least, he didn�t want to misunderstand and do something that would upset her. Tifa meant too much to him to risk losing over some sexual indiscretion. "You wouldn�t mind what?"

She drove her hips backward again, increasing the friction against his attentive flesh. "This�"

Cid swallowed hard, not sure if he should give in and go for it or not. Since life had a way of screwing with him, he couldn�t help but wonder if this was just some sort of weird test. "You know I want to, but it�s up to you, Tif. I don�t wanna do anything you�re not ready for."

"I�m ready. Like Vincent told me earlier, I can either let the past rule me or I can live my own life." Once more, she rocked her hips against him.

The pilot tried to not let his excitement get the better of him. The night before, they were heading down the road to carefree and pointless sex. Tonight, that wouldn�t be it at all. Tifa didn�t need just some guy to savagely fuck her, she needed someone that actually cared and who would make honest-to-God love to her. The blond knew that he could be that man. He tightened the grip he had around her waist with his arm, and moved his mouth closer to her ear. "Tifa�I�ll be careful, I promise. If you don�t like anything, I�ll stop, okay?"

"O�okay." Tifa rested her head against the pillow once more and closed her eyes, anticipating whatever it was he was about to do.

Cid took a deep breath before allowing his hand to slide up under her shirt. He gently let his fingers graze over her chest, appreciating the way she held her breath and ached back against him as he did so. He caressed her like this for several minutes, before moving his hand back away, until it came to rest on her hip. "Doing okay?"

"Yeah," Tifa replied quietly, burning with her own desire for the man behind her.

Still feeling that he had her approval, he let his hand then move beneath the waist to her shorts. As he moved lower, he came to appreciate that she wasn�t wearing anything beneath them. This only made his own state of arousal worsen.

Tifa gasped as she felt him part her slowly with his hand, stroking her carefully where she most longed to be touched. She bent her upper leg a little, allowing him greater access.

Cid took the hint and with deliberate slowness, moved to slip two of his fingers into her. Tifa groaned at this and drove against his hand, begging for more from him.

He thrust into her gently with his fingers, wanting to give her plenty of time to decide if she really did want to go further.

Tifa was in ecstasy and the idea of having him stop was far from her mind. Cid seemed to know exactly how to touch her in order to drive her mad. From just this stimulation, she was already beginning to feel her orgasm approaching. He had propped himself up on his free arm, and was trailing kisses and gentle nips along the side of her neck and ear. "Cid�"

"Yeah?" he whispered against her skin, sending a shiver through her.

"I want you�I really do�"

He growled in his relief to hear this. Cid withdrew his hand from her and used it to pull her shorts down a small way, until she was exposed. That done, he grabbed the waist of his boxers and pulled them down a little as well, until he was freed.

Tifa gasped once more as she felt his hand delve between her thighs from behind, guiding his cock toward her entrance. "Oh God Cid�please�"

With his lips against her ear, he asked just to reassure himself. "You�re doin� okay?"

"Yes�" Tifa turned her head and looked up at him. Having him so close to being inside of her was more than she felt she could bear. "Go on�"

He bent down and covered her mouth with his, letting his tongue play against hers. Slowly, he pushed forward with his hips, driving his length into her in an intentionally drawn out motion.

Tifa moaned against his mouth, loving how he was taking her with such agonizing caution. Her previous lovers had all slammed into her, drilling away without care, just racing toward their own orgasm. Clearly, Cid was going to be nothing like that. He took well over two minutes to completely embed himself within her heat, growling once he had seated himself all the way within her.

Tifa reached back and placed one of her hands upon his hip. He was bigger than her previous men, and was reaching deeper within her than anyone ever had. It both hurt and was wonderful at the same time, and the fact that he remained perfectly still within her for quite a while was exquisite but torturous. When his lips finally broke contact with her, she was reduced to begging. "Please, Cid�just�oh God�"

Smiling a bit to himself, he began to move. The pilot rocked his hips back and withdrew, feeling her writhe in response. Tifa cried out as he pulled out nearly completely, fearing that he was going to stop, but then he advanced once more, pushing his way back within, groaning deep within his throat as he did so.

This is how he kept at it for nearly an hour. Moving so slow as to make them both burn in their arousal and keep them on the edge of release. Tifa begged and gasped, occasionally crying out as Cid refused to break his pace. She had never experienced anything like it before. His hand would reach around and part her, stroking the knot of flesh above her entrance from time to time, but just when she would be driven to the edge of orgasm, Cid would stop, and let his hand wander elsewhere.

The pilot had reveled in keeping Tifa in such bliss for as long as he had managed, but even going at the cautious pace he was, his climax was soon approaching. "Tifa?"

"Yes?" she managed between gasps.

"Are you ready?"

"I�m so fucking ready�" She turned her head again to look back into his eyes.

His smirk momentarily flashed across his lips, and he increased the rate of his thrusts just a little. His hand found its way back to where he could toy with her some more.

Tifa�s mouth was partially opened, and her eyes dark with her passion, but she never looked away from Cid as she felt her body respond. She cried out and her body trembled. "Cid�I�m�"

He began breathing faster, already knowing. The pilot could feel her heat contracting around him tightly, as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. This was the last thing that he was able to withstand and he drove into her all the way, keeping his hips pressed hard against her as his cock finally reacted and he let his seed go as deep within her as possible.

With him remaining still while he let go, Tifa could actually feel him come, and it made her cry out. "Oh God, Cid�"

"Tifa," he said, strained by his climax. He remained locked within her for several more minutes after he�d finished, not willing to break their union right away, unsure if he would ever experience it with her again. Reluctantly, he finally settled back and withdrew. He placed his arm back over her waist again, holding her close.

"That�that was unbelievable," Tifa whispered quietly.

"Glad you liked it." Cid couldn�t help but smile to himself as his ego was thusly stroked.

"I more than liked it. I�ve never had anything like that before." Tifa rolled onto her back so that she could look at him easier. She also managed to pull back up her shorts.

"I guess there�s somethin� to be said for men like me as opposed to boys, huh?" Cid got his boxers back as they belonged as well, before once more getting his arm over her.

"Sure is." Tifa offered him a smile. "Cid�thank you. I really mean that."

"No problem." He gave her a kiss on the cheek before settling down into his pillow. "Get to sleep, now. We�ve got a lot more flyin� to do tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir," she said back in her tired amusement. Within a few minutes, she was asleep again.
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