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Rude/Tifa- Three Weeks

Title: Three Weeks
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Rude, Tifa, Reno, mentions of Yuffie
Prompt: 25) Smoke (40_loves)
42) Music (50_smutlets)
Word Count: 1,537
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut











Rude sighed as he sat in the dark, smoke filled club with his partner. He blinked behind his glasses, the smoke stinging his eyes as he shifted uncomfortably. He couldn’t figure out why he had let Reno convince him to go to the club with him, then he realized that it was because he always went to clubs or bars with him, usually to baby-sit him incase he should get too drunk to get home on his own, and he did get that drunk more often than not.

Rude sighed as he watched Reno down his third drink in less than half an hour. Adjusting his dark glasses he stood, casting a quick look at his partner. “I’m going to walk around a bit."

Reno leaned away from the scantly dressed waitress he was just giving his new order to and blinked at Rude. “What?”

“I’m going to walk around a bit.”

“What?”

Rude sighed. There was no way that he was going to be able to be heard over the blare of the music, not with one of the speakers right by them, so, rather than straining his voice in a vain effort, he held up one gloved finger to indicate that he would be right back and waited for Reno’s slow nod before making his way off into the crowd.

It didn’t take him long to figure out why I was that Reno liked this club. The women in the club wore what could barely be called clothes. He pushed his way through the club doing his best to avoid bumping into people in inappropriate places, no small challenge.

He was distracted, briefly, by a woman in a vividly colored garment that could only truly be called an outfit if you were being generous, and ended up walking right into someone.

“Sorry.” He reached out, grabbing onto the shoulders of the girl he had bumped into in an effort to steady her.

“It’s okay.”

He froze, instantly recognizing the voice, and the small hands that were now clutching onto his arms to regain her balance. “Tifa?”

The brunette looked up, surprise written clearly in her eyes, but quickly it was replaced by recognition, as a smile spread across her face. “Rude!”

The petite woman wrapped her arms around his neck nearly toppling him over. “I’ve missed you.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her temple. “I’ve missed you, too.” It was true. After five months of dating he found himself missing her even if they were only separated for a short period of time, but this time was different. This time he had been on a mission for three weeks. That was three weeks of not seeing her, touching her, just being around her. “What are you doing here?”

She pulled back with a blush, dropping her arms to her sides. “Yuffie asked me to come with her.”

“Where is Yuffie?”

“Around. Somewhere.”

He smiled. “She abandoned you?”

“I misplaced her.”

“Ah, I see.”

Tifa smiled, reaching out and threading her fingers through his much larger gloved ones. “But it’s okay, because I have you with me now.”

“Yes, you do.”

”I missed you.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

He grabbed her chin, tilting her head up and pressing his lips against hers. He had missed this, the simple feeling of her lips against his, soft and firm. He kissed her again firmer this time, hearing her whimper rather loudly as she wrapped her arms back around his neck. He slid his hand to the back of her head, cupping her skull gently, threading his fingers through her thick hair, his tongue running along her bottom lip.

She whimpered again, arms tightening around his neck as she opened her mouth and his tongue swept inside. Three weeks, he decided, was way too long not to be around her, not to kiss her, hear her making sounds in the back of her throat.

His arms slid down, wrapping around her waist and backing her up to the nearest wall, lips sliding down to her neck, placing soft kisses along the sensitive skin. She shuddered, that whimper crawling up her throat again. He loved that sound, loved knowing he could make her whimper.

She reached up, pulling his glasses off and folding them up, sliding them into his jacket pocket. She was the only one he would ever let get away with that. Truly the only one.

His lips met hers again, heated, his hand sliding around to the front of her, reaching under the bottom of her shirt and dancing along the flesh of her stomach. Through the thick leather of the gloves he could feel her stomach suck and tremble, felt her gasp into the kiss.

He kissed her more firmly, practically devouring her mouth in his, sliding his hand under her skirt and into her underwear, reaching out to stroke her with his gloved fingers. She gasped, tearing her lips from his, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. “Rude…….what are you doing?”

He pressed kisses along her neck, stroking her softly. “I missed you.”

She squirmed under his touch. “I missed you, too, but this is crazy.”

He smiled against her neck. “Crazy is good.”

“Rude…”

“I know you’re shy, Tifa, but be bold for once. No one will know what’s going on.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but ended up gasping as he slid one gloved finger inside of her. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes. “Rude……”

He laughed softly as he slid another finger into her and started working her, feeling her squirm beneath his touch, listing to her as her breathing quickened and turned into soft pants, biting her lip to keep from actually making too loud of a sound. He kissed her neck, running his thumb over her clit. She moaned softly, grabbing his arms tightly. “That’s it, Tifa. Let go.”

Now, normally, Rude wasn't so blatant about their relationship and he did, for the most part, respect her shyness, but there were times, like this one, when the idea of propriety went out the window and all he cared about was being with her in any way he could.

She bit her lip as his thumb flicked over her clit again and moaned louder, arching her hips towards him as she reached her orgasm.

He pulled his hand away from her, kissing her once more, hungry, desperate as he lifted her up, hiking her skirt up to her hips as he pressed her back against the wall. She whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

He kissed her neck, brushing his fingers across her through her panties. “I want you, Tifa. It’s been too long.”

She shuddered, closing her eyes. “But, Rude…..all these people.”

“Do you trust me, Tifa?”

“Yes…..”

“Then trust me.”

She hesitated, then nodded slightly. “Alright.”

“Alright.” He kissed her again as he reached down and unzipped his pants, releasing himself from the confines of his clothes. Her grip on his neck tightened as she felt him move her underwear to the side and thrust into her. She gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, arching her head back with a soft moan.

He stayed like that for a while, eyes closed, savoring the feeling of being inside of her again. He hadn’t realized how much he would miss her, but he was glad he was back. He kissed her neck, then started to move, pulling almost entirely out of her, then slamming back in. Her breathing was coming out in sharp pants, moaning his name softly as her legs tightened around him, arching her hips to meet him thrust for thrust and seeking his mouth with hers, capturing his lips again and moaning into his mouth, stroking his tongue softly with her own.

He gripped her hips tightly and drove himself into her faster, harder, trying to send her over the edge. She shuddered, fingers gripping his jacket tightly, and he met her moans with his own, reaching down between them to flick his thumb over her swollen clit.

She pulled her lips from his, pressing her face against his neck and moaning loudly as her orgasm hit her, tightening around him. A couple of thrusts later he groaned loudly, emptying himself inside of her.

She kept her face pressed against his neck for a while as she tried to regain her breath, lazily kissing her neck until she felt she could move again. He pressed his lips against hers, kissed her tenderly as he slid out of her, moving her underwear back into place and lowering her to the ground. Her hands instantly went to smooth her skirt back down as he tucked himself back into his clothes, then straightened his tie.

He leaned down, kissing her once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

She nodded slightly, cheeks burning bright red as she thought about what they just did. “Alright.”

He smiled, kissed her again and made his way back over to where Reno sat, sliding his glasses back on.

The redhead blinked at him. “You look happy, yo.”

Rude pushed his glasses further up his nose. “Just finish your drink, Reno.”
Tags: 40_loves, 50_smutlets, rude, rude/tifa, tifa, tifa/rude
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