Final Fantasy VII (Elena/Tifa) Title: Wallflower No More Author: Ladyofshadow Rating: NC-17 Warnings: fingering, orgasm Word count: 884 Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Elena/Tifa: Masquerade ball - "No one will ever know." A/N: And now for something completely different - my first yuri fic.
Tifa folded her arms and wished she could disappear into the wall. Unfortunately, the dress she wore made that impossible. It drew too much attention. Black fabric fell from her waist in waves, swaying from side to side as she walked; her dress top accented her bust, and portions of her hair cascaded down her shoulders in tiny ringlets. The latter she could blame on Aerith. She was so excited about Tifa being able to attend a masquerade ball that she insisted on doing her hair.
Though Tifa looked beautiful, she was glad to hide behind the mask. She shooed away potential dancers with a wave of her hand and if they got too close, an elbow to the ribs did wonders to create some distance between her and the opposite sex.
Another dancer noticed her against the wall and strode over to her position, careful to give her a wide berth.
Tifa looked at this latest dancer with suspicion. The dancer wore a deep blue outfit and held two wine glasses. One of the glasses was offered to Tifa and she carefully took the offered glass.
As Tifa drank the dancer asked in a low voice, “Are you enjoying the champagne?”
Tifa nearly choked on the drink and whirled to the dancer. “What?!” The voice she had heard was feminine.
The dancer sipped at her glass, smiling before she placed it on a passing tray. “My disguise must indeed be accurate if I have fooled you, dear Tifa.”
“Elena?”
“Ah, so you do remember me,” she smiled. “I’m glad. Do keep your voice down, I’m on guard duty.”
“At least you’re here for a reason,” Tifa said. “I feel so out of place.”
“Sorry about that,” Elena said. “I thought an invitation to an event like this would make you happy.”
“You sent the invitation to me?”
“I did.”
“Why you-“ Tifa drew her arm back for a punch and was surprised when she was caught and whirled around in a dance-like move.
“Don’t forget,” Elena said, pressing against her, “I’m trained in combat as well. Turk qualification you know.”
Tifa pulled away and growled as she was spun into another dance. “Let go.”
“Dance with me,” Elena said. “If you dance with me, I’ll sneak you out of here.”
Tifa paused. “Fine.”
Elena pulled away to bow and extended her hand.
Tifa took the hand, surprised at the strength of their two grips combined. They joined hands on the dance floor, falling into the rhythm of the choreographed dances of the elite. The pace of the music quickened and couples lost their step, gracefully pulling out of the center floor so they wouldn’t interrupt the dancing.
Tifa and Elena matched each other’s steps, the lead step transferring back and forth between them.
When the music stopped Tifa pressed against Elena panting, “My feet haven’t had a workout like that in weeks.”
“I have this frightful image of you training in heels.”
Tifa laughed and found herself surprised at the action.
“Come,” Elena said, giving her hand a tug, “we can make your escape now.”
“We?”
“I need a break,” Elena said, stealing them into the night.
The music faded to a distorted hum and Tifa turned to Elena. “Why did you invite me here?”
“I wanted to see you in a dress,” Elena said.
“Is that all?”
“No,” Elena said. She turned to Tifa and advanced so that the other woman was pressed back against the wall. “I wanted to see you.” Elena reached out a hand to stroke Tifa’s cheek, her fingers lightly brushing against Tifa’s lips. “I wanted to kiss you.”
Tifa blushed and closed her eyes at the touch. When Elena’s lips touched hers she found herself sighing, pulling the other woman against her chest. Their kiss was soft, but hardly pliant. They took their time, masks close together as they opened to one another.
Elena reached for Tifa’s leg and smiled into the kiss when Tifa shifted to allow the position. Elena slid her hand up Tifa’s leg, massaging the muscle of her inner thigh before she slid beneath a silken panty.
Tifa startled when fingers caressed her nether lips, kneading into the folds of flesh. She arched back, gasping out of the kiss as Elena’s fingers rolled a hard nub between her fingers. Tifa’s body trembled as fingers slid into her moist folds, a thumb pressing quickly against her resolve.
“Bang,” Elena whispered into her neck.
Tifa moaned as she orgasmed, writhing against Elena’s grip. Her muscles pulsed around the fingers, fluttering like her heartbeat. When the spasms subsided she drowned in another kiss.
“Yo Elena, you out here? Tseng’s looking for ya.”
“Shit,” Elena said, pulling away. “I’ve gotta go.” She stepped back, wiping her hand on her pants. “But, I’ll see you later, right?”
Tifa slowed her breathing, very aware of Elena’s gaze focused on her heaving chest. “Yeah, later. You know where I work.”
Elena kissed Tifa one last time before she jogged back toward the masquerade. “I’m coming, Reno. Tell Tseng to keep his pants on.”
“Heh,” Reno said, “like I could get away with saying that.”
Elena laughed and ushered him back inside.
Tifa straightened her garments and tore away the mask from her face.