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Sex and Politics	By : blackcurrants Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 7

Tifa looked at the ball of Gil that a customer has left with disgust. Who keeps their money in this shape? She sighed. Something inside her wanted to object to the balled-up notes of Gil, to the liquid shit on the bathroom stool, to the can of beer that never made it into the garbage bin next to which it lay, but she couldn�t verbalize her frustration. It was just the way men were, and it just irritated her. She gathered up a thick stack of yellow missed-phone-call slips meant for Cloud and threw them in the trash. Like that flake will ever call his customers back.

Wiping the shiny new counter Tifa mused about Cloud�s dreamy eyes, remembering the time she could not think about them without butterflies forming in her stomach. He never did move on after Aerith and Zack, and he probably never will. Which is why she gave up on her attraction. She was so drawn to Barrett�s positive get-it-done energy once too, but now she was tired of being a soldier in his army, constantly taking orders and agreeing with him, because he was older, because he knew more, and, generally, because he was a man and he just knew better. Arghrrr!

�Martini on the house? I came without the boys.� Elena slid on the stool right in front of Tifa and narrowed her eyes, analyzing the possibilities.
Elena wasn�t a friend, she wasn�t an enemy. She was a perky, big-mouthed junior Turk Tifa pretended she couldn�t stand but in truth she didn�t mind having around. Elena was the only female in a raging ocean of Shinra testosterone and she �got� Tifa, who was the only female owner of a bar for miles around, the way other people couldn�t. Sometimes Elena would come to the bar, alone, right before closing, and they would talk about random things, and then Elena would get up and leave, without saying anything more. She pretended not to like Tifa either, but they just �got� each other, and Tifa liked the simplicity of their communication.

�Coming right up.� Tifa set the jumbo Martini glass in front of Elena and filled it to the brim with glowing turquoise liquid. To her surprise Elena took the glass and poured it down her throat like decaf tea. Girl�s a lot tougher than she looks. �Shitty day at work?� Tifa scolded herself for noticing the way Elena�s breasts were obviously too large for her bra and were stretching her white shirt wide open. Elena caught Tifa�s eyes on her chest.

�Yeah, I know, damn boobs stand between me and getting some respect. I�m gonna have them reduced in size. Pour me another one, will ya?� Elena struggled to close the gaping hole in her shirt, but her efforts only resulted in one of the buttons coming off, revealing even more of her sensual cleavage. �Fuck. Now I look like I�ve been attacked. Reno�ll be all over it.�

�Kick�m in the nuts, that usually does it,� Tifa poured Elena another Martini. �You should leave your boobs alone. They�re fine the way they are, I think.�

�What do you know about my boss Shinra?� Elena demanded in a slightly drunken voice. Tifa leaned on the counter and beckoned for Elena to come closer. Seventh Haven was busy tonight and she didn�t want curious ears to overhear.

�You know, drunk folks talk around here. I hear there�s a price on his head,� Tifa whispered, matter-of-factly shining a wine-glass. �I hear the old man Shinra�s alive and well, and he�s hired an assassin to take your boss out of the game. If I were you, I�d-� Tifa froze when she spotted Rude at the entrance to the bar.

Damnit. He�s the last Turk I need to see right now. Rude looked like pure muscle, but he was an extraordinary intelligent man. He was a personal medic of the wealthy slum lords before he joined the Turks and having served in the same capacity for Rufus Shinra since Rufus was a teenager, Rude has developed a deep personal attachment to the man. Elena was too junior to have deep loyalties, but Rude was fiercely protective of his boss and disliked rebels who threatened Rufus� well-being. If Rude overheard what Tifa meant to tell Elena, he would stop at nothing , including torture, to find out what else Tifa knew. And she knew a lot.

�Shit, your man there is looking for you, I bet.� Elena took out a compact mirror from her breast pocket and looked into it to check out the entrance without turning her head. Rude was there, scanning the crowed, and he seemed impatient.

�Oh holy hell,� Elena whispered in desperation, �he sees me with that Martini glass and my tits hanging out, when I�m supposed to be guarding boss at the Shinra banquet, Tseng will eat me alive.� Elena sighed, then, without warning, she reached across the counter, coiled her fingers in Tifa�s hair and forced her into a vigorous kiss.

Tifa�s eyes tripled in size but she didn�t pull away because any struggle would attract unwanted attention. She allowed Elena to cover her lips with persistent kisses that tasted like Blue Martini and expensive dark chocolate lip-gloss. Female kisses, Tifa discovered, were curiously charming. Elena�s lips were soft, full, and sensitive to touch. She wasn�t slobbering all over, she wasn�t marking her territory, and she wasn�t so aggressive that the kiss felt like a punch.
Elena was caressing Tifa�s lips the way she would eat a juicy peach, and the heated skin of her neck and breasts felt pleasant to Tifa�s own chilled body. Her nipples shrunk to the size of raisins beneath her fitted leather vest. Her body was relaxing and Elena�s grip on her hair morphed into a gentle hold. Tifa was at a loss. Women had so many scents, from perfumes to shampoos, and the bouquet of fragrances, mixed with body heat and cigarette smoke incited heated sensation in Tifa�s lower stomach and groin. Her clitoris was definitely tingling, in that perverse delightful way it which it hasn�t for a very long time. She was a serious and focused woman whose idealistic pursuits usually took precedence over sex and, while highly sexual, Tifa wasn�t the type to be easily aroused by kissing. But she was now, and she felt the proof of that all over the inner thighs of her legs.

Rude watched Tifa, and he watched the back of Elena�s head, frozen in shock. Now THAT makes my evening! He observed for a moment, and then his lips spread into something of a smile. He turned on his heels and walked away as silently as he came in.

Elena finally let go of Tifa�s hair and sat back down. As if all that just went down was routine business, she adjusted her hair, wiped off the smeared lip-gloss, and raised the Martini glass in an informal toast.
�To superb kissers and best Blue Martinis in Edge,� she poured the glass down her throat and licked her lips with a wicked grin. �I already thanked you for the heads-up. Gonna go spread the word.� She slid off the stool in slow motion and languidly headed for the door.

�Come back again sometime,� Tifa blinked a few times, touching her swollen lips.
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