Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, bar sex!
The wood was hard and cool at her back; when he slid deeper into her, little insistent hitches of his hips, Tifa's back arched and she gasped something incoherent, thighs spread. The cloth she'd been using to wipe the counter was under her shoulder, and he was bent over her. When she managed to focus on him she saw his own eyes wide and hazy, glowing mako-bright.
He caught a hand in her hair and she whimpered his name, bucking against him with her heel braced against the small of his back. She couldn't get the leverage, not really, mostly because she couldn't think. He was moving in her slow and insistent, and his lips curved in a soft, almost wondering smile.
"Oh--" She gasped blindly, "Cloud, please--" and then he thrust in fast and hard and she came, tightening around him. Bucking and blindly grasping for an anchor she heard glass break when she threw out a hand, moaned when he kept moving in her for only a few more sharper thrusts before collapsing over her.
Taking in heaving breaths, she managed to lift one hand and touch his cheek. Her wet fingers grazed his skin and she lifted her head to lick it off; alcohol, and she vaguely identified the taste but couldn't be bothered to actually think enough to come up with a label.