Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa (/Cloud), demonstration 1/2 "Oh, honestly. You'll never get anywhere at this rate."
It took a moment for the words to register in Tifa's awareness. Partly because her attention was on Cloud's mouth against hers; partly because although she knew that Aerith often watched over them, she'd never thought the other girl would be enough of a voyeur to watch over them here.
Not that they were up to much, as Aerith had said. None of Cloud's hard-won confidence on the battlefield carried over into the bedroom, and he could be so shy and hesitant that it made her want to scream with frustration sometimes. He would kiss her for hours, hands tracing uncertain patterns over her skin almost where she wanted, needed him to go, but never quite crossing the line no matter how much she pleaded.
They jerked apart like guilty children, and a flash of white filled Tifa's vision. She smelled the flowers before she saw them, heard Aerith's giggle before the familiar form took shape. Somehow, Tifa wasn't surprised to find that she and Cloud had been transported to a flower garden in the midst of radiant light.
She was a little surprised that their clothes hadn't come with them, however.
"Here. Let me show you." Aerith's eyes were as bright as her smile and her hands were warm and solid on Tifa's shoulders as she tugged her away from Cloud. "Now pay attention," Aerith commanded Cloud. Tifa wondered what the other woman was up to...
...and then she didn't have to wonder any more, as Aerith's warm, lively mouth closed over hers. Tifa rapidly discovered that timidity in kissing must not have been one of the traits Cloud picked up from Zack. Not if Zack had ever kissed his girlfriend, because damn Aerith knew what she was doing.
It never occurred to Tifa to object, too caught up in the touch of Aerith's soft lips against hers, so different from Cloud's and yet invoking so many of the same feelings. By the time she realized she was dizzy from more than just desire and was forced to pull back to gasp for air, Aerith's fingers were already playing over her nipples and Tifa would sooner have died than told her to stop.
Cloud... Cloud looked like a stunned fish. The sight of him made Tifa start to giggle, but the sound turned into a moan when Aerith pinched sharply at one nipple before cupping Tifa's breasts in her hands.
"See? Like this," Aerith said with another impish smile aimed at Cloud. Then she leaned over and her mouth was on Tifa's breast, and oh gods if Tifa had thought that clever tongue felt good in her mouth that was nothing compared to the feel of it there.
Tifa made an incoherent sound and was rewarded with a soft hum of pleasure from the other woman. That made her cry out and arch against Aerith's body, scrambling for something to hold on to as heat rushed through her body. She'd been primed already, half mad with need from Cloud's inadvertent teasing, and Aerith's touch was only making it worse. She could feel the wetness between her thighs and a part of her mind was glad that she was no longer clothed, because she'd have soaked right through her panties.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Aerith said - presumably to Cloud, because fear was the last thing on Tifa's mind. "She likes to be touched, she wants to be touched. Look."
Slender fingers slid down over Tifa's thigh, the muscles there clenched tight enough to quiver with desperate anticipation. She was so afraid Aerith would tease her, would drive her higher and higher up the peak with no release in sight, just like Cloud always did. But the other woman wasn't that cruel, and her fingers delved without hesitation deep into Tifa's curls.
Tifa cried out, writhing as Aerith stroked gently over her clit, the motion steady and with just the right amount of pressure. She forgot about Cloud watching them, forgot all about anything but that heavenly touch.
Forgot, that is, until Aerith leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Look." And Tifa looked, opening her eyes to find Cloud staring at them with so much heat in his eyes that it was a wonder he didn't burn up with it. Despite herself Tifa's gaze drifted down over his muscled chest, over the sharply defined abs to the trail of blond hair that led down into a nest of darker curls.