Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, Bodyguard crush
It's true he'd always had a crush on her, it was kind of hard to hide it. Whether it was a result of his old wish to protect her, or whether the crush came first and the wish was a consequence, he didn't know. All he knew was that the mental image of him as the hero defeating big bad dragons and her as the princess jumping in his arms had been around in his dreams for a long time.
He hadn't expected, though, that being selected as bodyguard for the mayor's daughter would intensify those feelings by a million, as it seemed. They'd only been attacked by some sewer rats and a stray wolf, but his wits were stretched to their limit. Not even because of the critters; it was all the fault of the glowing smile and sparkling eyes she'd be shining on him whenever he turned to check on her. And how breathless she'd seem. Also, her miniskirt. And her top. Actually, every inch of her body and every expression in her face were doing a number on him.
Thus, when she opened her hotel room door that day, grabbed his face by the sides, smothered his lips with hers, hot, hungry and demanding, and pulled him inside without a word, he started to actively question his sanity.
“T-tifa?!” he asked into her lips, stupidly, even though his body waist down was already moving against hers without waiting for his brain to catch up.
“Yes,” was all she said, and next thing he knew they were fallen somewhere halfway between the door and the bed, wrestling naked, and it was the best day of his life.