Re: Final Fantasy VII, Aeris/Tifa, "come with me in the twilight of a summer night for a while"
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She bit once, and Tifa shuddered in pleasure; she continued to nibble, leaving tiny teethmarks over the sensitive flesh. She ground her knee into the cleft between Tifa's legs, pushing the small leather skirt up and out of the way.
Aeris rose up to claim Tifa's mouth again. Her fingers trailed across Tifa's cheekbone and down the side of her neck, across her collarbones, and then venturing further south. She hovered to tickle gently at Tifa's hips and then pushed Tifa's underwear to one side, entering her.
Tifa was wet, nearly dripping, and she cleaved to Aeris's touch, bucking her body against those clever fingers. She moaned quietly. Aeris deliberately bit her earlobe. Tifa moaned again, loudly.
After a few more sensitive touches, Aeris pulled her fingers free. Before Tifa could protest, Aeris had pulled her underwear off and was stroking Tifa's clit with her tongue. Tifa could hardly stand her perfect touches; she was breathing as though she'd ran miles and she thought she would come any moment. Aeris inserted her fingers again, slowly until she was stroking Tifa's insides with three clever digits. She paused her licking for a moment to meet Tifa's eyes, licking her lips, and the image alone, the very thought (Aeris is fucking me!) was enough to make Tifa come, her cunt clutching at Aeris's fingers, her scream inaudible as her throat closed.
Aeris giggled.
*
Tifa woke up. She was soaked in sweat and the bedclothes were tousled, but it didn't really matter, because she was alone. She was alone in Midgar, in the busy, noisy city. And maybe Aeris was there, in her forest, in her field, but she wasn't there with Tifa. Tifa wouldn't be there for a long time. Maybe never. Who knew if there was a god, or one to forgive her.
Tifa breathed in and out slowly, inhaling city air, and then she got up and closed the curtains, though she didn't go back to sleep.