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tifa ❤ she had no fear (premiumheart) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-07-29 16:53:00

who tifa, logan, and later laura!
what an interrupted morning after
where tifa's loft
when pre-gigas plot
warnings some intimacy stuffs, PG-14? That's a thing, right?
status completed!


True to his word, Logan did in fact make breakfast for Tifa. And in fact, he brought it in to her in bed. Because he can be like that and he hasn’t had the chance to spoil a ladyfriend in awhile. And Tifa worked so hard she deserved a little spoiling. “For the record, you ain’t goin’ in today until you relax a bit more.”

Sheets tucked neatly about her, Tifa had stirred awake not long after Logan. She’d taken the opportunity to freshen up for the morning, but went promptly back to bed. It was a rare thing, indeed, for Tifa to kick back and relax. She preferred keeping busy, but taking a step back to be pampered a little, well… It couldn’t hurt.

When he turned up again, food in hand, she smiled up at him appreciatively. “Yeah, yeah,” she nodded. “I’ll do my best. What’s on the menu?”

“Eggs. Sausage. Bacon. Couldn’t find pancake mix so settled on what I could put together.” There was also a bowl of ‘fruit shit’ because some people liked fruit with their breakfast and Logan wasn’t sure what Tifa preferred. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t like Beerios.

Beerios wouldn’t have struck her fancy, but she did seem intrigued by the ensemble he’d put together. With a tiny cringe over the pancake mix, she rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. “Yeah, I don’t hit the store very often,” she confessed. “Isn’t that what Ihop is for?” Whenever she closed the bar down for the night, that was about all she had available for dinner anyway. Not to say Tifa didn’t cook for herself ever, far from it--she only avoided after hours for the sake of her feet.

“Looks great,” she added, happily digging in. “Help yourself, too!”

“Sometimes, you just gotta make your own pancakes. Or get someone to do it for you. Cajun used to make them a lot. Specially in the mornings, for everyone.” Not that ‘cajun’ explained anything to anyone, or what Logan was doing with Remy on any given morning or at any point in the past. “You’d probably like Remy. If he ever shows up. Just be warned he’ll charm the pants off of any one. Once I swear he seduced the coffee maker.”

“I’ll remember that,” she said--politely, of course, between finished bites. Tifa wasn’t a delicate sort necessarily, but she possessed a wealth of manners. “Uh huh, well you can warn him that I’m not that easily swept off my feet,” which she felt was indisputably true. It helped that she remained generally hung up on someone else, but that much she remained tightly lipped about. It took a specific caliber of a man to get that close to Tifa, and Logan happened to be well adept at the sport in that he didn’t make her feel trapped by any notion of a relationship.

“But, a coffee maker? Really?” She grinned.

Being trapped in any notion of a relationship was something that Logan wasn’t particularly interested in either. So he was very happy with where things were. “Well, it was one of those really advanced coffee makers. Had a voice an’ everything.”

Laughing at that, Tfa shook her head at the notion. “That explains everything,” she joked. Not altogether buying that happening, she would take Logan’s word for it nonetheless. “I bet I’m more stubborn than a coffee maker though, just a hunch!” She’d seen and heard the world’s best and worst pickup lines behind that bar of hers and fallen for none. “So, how long does it take to be fully relaxed?”

Just for future reference, of course. She only wanted a ballpark figure for how long it’d be until she could go downstairs and tidy up the bar for the evening.

“A hunch you’re probably right about,” Logan agreed. Though she hadn’t met Remy, and Remy was good. He folded his arms and gave her a look. “If you’re askin’ that question you ain’t relaxed yet. Gettin’ antsy?”

Her nose wrinkled a tad at that. “No… not antsy!” Though it seemed that way, she realized. “Friend of mine took me for a spa day awhile back, she said I had trouble relaxing, too,” Tifa finished with a laugh. “It just feels like something might go kaboom while I’m sitting around doing nothing, don’t know why that is. Silly paranoia,” ingrained from childhood, she knew, but wouldn’t openly acknowledge. “But, I’m good, I’m good! See?”

Tifa shifted around in bed so she looked more at ease and smiled. “Am I improving?”

Logan would be the first to admit that ‘things going kaboom while sitting around doing nothing’ happened to him on a frequent basis. But usually the thing going kaboom was him. He shrugged a shoulder and smirked at her. “Come here.” Logan tugged at her, then started to rub at her shoulders and back, pressing his thumbs into tense parts of her back.

Her immediate reaction at the spa had been to ultimately tense up and resist the urge to knock the masseur flat on her back. She didn’t have issues being touched, but there was a sort of intimacy to a massage, one better reserved between familiar folk. So, Tifa provided very little resistance, instead eased back into the gesture, and gave a faint laugh.

“Alright, alright,” she said, eyes falling shut. “I guess I could get used to this.”

“Not too used to it, though I don’t mind comin’ around often.” Logan’s hands moved lower, and he leaned forward, nipping at her shoulder.

And right about then someone knocked on the door. It was two short, business like knocks.

Just like that, the tiny spell was broken. Brow slanting upward, she sat up from the lean. Not expecting anyone for the day, Tifa was slightly baffled as to who might be turning up at her place. Slipping out of the bed, glad she’d had the forethought to put on something decent already, she made her way wordlessly to the front door of the loft and pulled it open.

Not recognizing the woman on her doorstep, Tifa flashed her a puzzled look. “Hello. Can I help you…?”

Laura had a few inches on the woman (and had a few inches on Logan for that matter). She blinked her eyes, looking Tifa up and down. Her eyes lingered on the woman’s chest before she lifted her gaze back to Tifa’s face. “Hello. I am looking for Logan.”

Did she just…? Dismissing the received onceover, Tifa shifted her weight to the side. How many people knew he was coming by her place once in awhile? Not about to let that bother her, she managed a smile and held up a finger to request she wait.

“He’s here, just one second,” she said, doubling back to the bedroom. Leaning in the doorway, she wore a curious grin. “Someone’s here to see you, Logan. Pretty tall lady.”

“I am not that tall.” It was mostly Logan was short. “I am Laura. Logan is my father.”

Logan crawled out of bed and pulled his pants on. “Wonder what she wants.”

Well, this was a bit awkward. She’d never been with someone whose child she met, let alone one so grown up. She wasn’t sure what to make of this. Looking at Logan, her face turning slightly red, Tifa cleared her throat uncomfortably.

“No idea, just asked for you,” she said, now attempting to come up with a way out of the situation. “Bar’s yours to talk if you want, I can clean up in here.”

“If you are busy fornicating I can come back,” Laura suggested, raising both of her eyebrows as she peered in through the door. “It is not...urgent.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “I just found out about her a week ago.” Fornicating? Really?

“Nice and blunt,” Tifa muttered, glancing at Laura with something of a forced smile. “We’re good. Have at it, really. I’ve got some cleaning up to do.”

Turning to look at Logan, her smile became more relaxed. “It’s cool. I have a million things on my mind I can get done today. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll give you a call.” Dressed, Logan stepped past her, squeezing her shoulder, before putting his hand on Laura’s back to guide her downstairs.

Laura glanced at him, and as they went out of eyesight (but not earshot) of Tifa, said matter-of-factly, “I think I like breasts.”

To which Logan’s reply was, “...I’m gonna need a beer for this.”