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FFVII: Unfragile
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Barret/Tifa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Barret hopes he never gets her angry. Non AC canon. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Tifa?"
Barret was surprised to see her there. It had been a while, after all, and he'd always assumed that she and Cloud would just stay out of everyone else's lives, but there she was, smiling that old smile, arms crossed in front of her. "Yeah. Who did you think it was?"
He was surprised, too, when she hugged him, her arms finding their way around him easily, hugging him with an ease she'd never had with him before. He wondered what had changed, and wondered if he would like this new, different Tifa.
"I... just wasn't expecting you," he hedged, and half expected Cloud to appear too, giving it a moment before saying, cautiously, "Where's Cloud?"
"I haven't seen him in months," she said, shrugging slightly, walking into his house and easily taking a seat, as if she belonged there. Perhaps, Barret thought, and not without a quick mental scold, she did. Perhaps he'd been waiting for her to fill up that one last little hole in his life. He scolded himself again for that thought. He wasn't missing anything, he told himself firmly, and tried to think of a response to what she had said.
"So, you two aren't...?"
It seemed to take a moment to sink in and then she laughed, shaking her head. "We're friends."
"Oh," he said, and couldn't seem to find anything else to say.
"I missed you," she said, and then stopped, as if she couldn't think of anything else to say, or as if she couldn't find the right words.
"I missed you too," he managed, although he didn't quite know why it was so hard to say.
She stood up again, reaching up so that her hand rested on his cheek, foreign and feminine and almost frail. But he knew the strength in those hands, too, and didn't think for a moment that she was weak. Instead, he thought about how horrible it would be if she slapped him or punched him, knowing that the shapes of her fingers would be bruised on his face for a while.
"Can I stay for a while?"
"Yeah," he said, and closed his eyes nervously as she leaned closer, swallowing hard just before she kissed him.
He hoped he'd never make her angry enough to prove how completely not fragile she was.
Pairing: Barret/Tifa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Barret hopes he never gets her angry. Non AC canon. For
fic_on_demand."Tifa?"
Barret was surprised to see her there. It had been a while, after all, and he'd always assumed that she and Cloud would just stay out of everyone else's lives, but there she was, smiling that old smile, arms crossed in front of her. "Yeah. Who did you think it was?"
He was surprised, too, when she hugged him, her arms finding their way around him easily, hugging him with an ease she'd never had with him before. He wondered what had changed, and wondered if he would like this new, different Tifa.
"I... just wasn't expecting you," he hedged, and half expected Cloud to appear too, giving it a moment before saying, cautiously, "Where's Cloud?"
"I haven't seen him in months," she said, shrugging slightly, walking into his house and easily taking a seat, as if she belonged there. Perhaps, Barret thought, and not without a quick mental scold, she did. Perhaps he'd been waiting for her to fill up that one last little hole in his life. He scolded himself again for that thought. He wasn't missing anything, he told himself firmly, and tried to think of a response to what she had said.
"So, you two aren't...?"
It seemed to take a moment to sink in and then she laughed, shaking her head. "We're friends."
"Oh," he said, and couldn't seem to find anything else to say.
"I missed you," she said, and then stopped, as if she couldn't think of anything else to say, or as if she couldn't find the right words.
"I missed you too," he managed, although he didn't quite know why it was so hard to say.
She stood up again, reaching up so that her hand rested on his cheek, foreign and feminine and almost frail. But he knew the strength in those hands, too, and didn't think for a moment that she was weak. Instead, he thought about how horrible it would be if she slapped him or punched him, knowing that the shapes of her fingers would be bruised on his face for a while.
"Can I stay for a while?"
"Yeah," he said, and closed his eyes nervously as she leaned closer, swallowing hard just before she kissed him.
He hoped he'd never make her angry enough to prove how completely not fragile she was.