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FFVII: Like This
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Tifa/Aeris
Warning: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Aeris' hands are soft. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sugartits.
Aeris' hands are still soft, her skin soft and her touch softer, unworn by fighting and experience and life. There is something gentle about her, about her touches and her smiles and her kisses, that makes Tifa think that the world is not really so bad after all. Right now, Aeris has her almost under a spell, her fingers swirling in long abstract patterns over her stomach as she presses kisses to her neck.
"Cloud is tired," Aeris offers, after a moment more of the silence that isn't uncomfortable. Tifa reaches up and tangles her fingers in Aeris' hair as she closes her eyes, sighing softly.
"We're all tired."
"We should take a break," Aeris says. She nips gently at Tifa's collarbone, smiling against her skin as she kisses again, smoothes over with her tongue. "Have a rest, recuperate."
"You've seen what Cloud is like," Tifa says, a touch breathless now. If it was up to her -- if she were to lead --
If she were to lead, they'd get nowhere while she let Aeris keep on touching her; like this, just like this. And maybe it would feel nicer on the soul. Nicer yet than seeing Aeris smile at them all, far nicer than Aeris gentle touch as she treats a wound, and much nicer than the constant fighting -- this monster, that monster, and always the ultimate battle, laying somewhere ahead.
"You're along for the ride, though, aren't you?" she asks, suddenly uncertain. Aeris looks up with another of her smiles.
"As far as I can go, yes."
Pairing: Tifa/Aeris
Warning: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Aeris' hands are soft. Written for
sugartits.Aeris' hands are still soft, her skin soft and her touch softer, unworn by fighting and experience and life. There is something gentle about her, about her touches and her smiles and her kisses, that makes Tifa think that the world is not really so bad after all. Right now, Aeris has her almost under a spell, her fingers swirling in long abstract patterns over her stomach as she presses kisses to her neck.
"Cloud is tired," Aeris offers, after a moment more of the silence that isn't uncomfortable. Tifa reaches up and tangles her fingers in Aeris' hair as she closes her eyes, sighing softly.
"We're all tired."
"We should take a break," Aeris says. She nips gently at Tifa's collarbone, smiling against her skin as she kisses again, smoothes over with her tongue. "Have a rest, recuperate."
"You've seen what Cloud is like," Tifa says, a touch breathless now. If it was up to her -- if she were to lead --
If she were to lead, they'd get nowhere while she let Aeris keep on touching her; like this, just like this. And maybe it would feel nicer on the soul. Nicer yet than seeing Aeris smile at them all, far nicer than Aeris gentle touch as she treats a wound, and much nicer than the constant fighting -- this monster, that monster, and always the ultimate battle, laying somewhere ahead.
"You're along for the ride, though, aren't you?" she asks, suddenly uncertain. Aeris looks up with another of her smiles.
"As far as I can go, yes."