Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Rude, Tifa, Senna (OC)
Prompt: 45) Thigh Highs (50_smutlets)
Word Count: 2509
Warnings: Smut, oral
Shoes clattered softly to the floor as he came back into the bedroom, having put their daughter to sleep. Once he had been sure the little girl had fallen into a state of sleep, he had stroked the child's sleep and kissed her smooth forehead before vanishing back into the bedroom to watch his wife remove her shoes. They had been out for most of the night, attending an event at his job. He knew she wasn't too thrilled about the idea of spending all the night there, but she had done it because she loved him, and if she hadn't shown up, she knew how it would look.
She smiled, taking her hair down so is cascaded across her shoulders. "She is a sleepy child."
"Her mother can be, too."
He loved how her skin would stain with a dark blush when he said things like that, how she would look down at her legs as the did blush in hope she wouldn't be seen.
He chuckled at her, removing his tie as he did and placing it on the dresser. "You look so beautiful when you blush."
Her blush deepened as she leaned down, rising the bottom of her crimson dress and began tugging down her thigh highs. His gaze stayed on her long, firm longs as he watched her roll down the dark fabric and roll the thigh highs up, placing them on the bedside table, eyes never moving to him. He knew, deep down, she didn't even realize how alluring she could be to him when she did such things. She was beautiful beyond her own knowledge, but she never would agree with him when he said to. To her she was always plain, always average. How she couldn't see her own beauty he would never know: she was the most beautiful women had ever met. No woman he had ever cared for before her could even compare, but she would never believe that.
She stood then, hands reaching behind her to unzip her dress, but his hands stilled hers, so much larger than her own, palms calloused from years of work. He gathered her dark hair in one hand, moving it over one shoulder as he bent down to place a kiss on her neck, feeling her shiver. He smiled against her skin. "You looked beautiful tonight."
He could see the pale flesh of her skin darken red again as she protested that she hadn't, but of course, he never agreed with her. He thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she thought the same of him: he was the most handsome man she had ever met, kinder than she could have ever imagined him to be. He was a loving father, a loving husband. She couldn't imagine ever spending her life with anyone other than him.
He unzipped her dress, fingers dancing across her spine, watching her body shudder under the touch and he placed another kiss on her shoulder bare shoulder as he slid the sleeves down from body.
He stepped back when she turned around, skin bright red. "Reno seemed to be having fun." And just like that she was changing the subject, trying to take the focus away from her. It was her habit.
Rude nodded slightly, stepping back over to his dresser as he unbuttoned his shirt, fingers working of their own accord. "He did. He looked rather happy."
"He always is with her."
The edge of Rude's mouth curved into a small smile. "He's in love."
"It's hard to imagine that Reno would ever fall in love."
"Yes, I suppose it is."
He turned back to her as she was folding up the smooth fabric of her silken crimson dress. Her back was to him, the smooth expanse of her skin unmarred by her life, unmarred by the horrible things that had happened to her. She laid the dress on the bedside table over her thigh highs, then turned back to face him, a shy smile on her face. His eyes jumped across her body, over the smooth tops of her breasts peering out from the top of her lace bra, she smooth pale pink shimmer of her giant scar disappearing into the dark fabric. That one thing, that one scar, was the only thing that marred her perfect pale skin. That one mark from the crazy general when he had nearly killed her with his giant sword.
Her skin was so much purer than his, contained fewer scars. He had so many of his own, some small and crisp, some large and ragged. But she never seemed to mind his scars, just gently traced them with her small fingers, kissed them with her sweet mouth.
He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and bending down to kiss her, enjoying the way she sighed at the contact and melted into him, stepping closer to him and placing her palms flat against his chest. His fingers danced across her naked back, loving the way her skin sunk away from him, shuddering under his touch.
He tightened his grip around her waist, lifting her up. She squeaked softly, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as if afraid he would drop her, but he would never drop her. He was always so very careful with her, treating her like some fragile treasure.
His lips met her again as he brought her over to the bed again, and kneeled down on the bed, setting her down in front of him. She pulled back far enough to see his face, to lift her small hands up and pull off his dark glasses, to fold them up and place them on the bedside table.
He blinked twice to adjust his eyes to the light and watched her smile, fingers reaching out to trace his cheeks. She loved him without his glasses- not that she ever minded when he wore them- but she thought he looked so much better with out them. The loved his face, his eyes, so much lighter than she would have expected.
He kissed her again, firmer, pressing one hand to the back of her head to cup her skull and draw her closer to him, and she kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck. His other hand slid down, dancing across her back, pausing at the hook of her bra, then undoing it, sliding the fabric away from her body.
Even now, after he had seen her nearly a hundred times with out her clothes on, she still blushed when even partly naked around him, blushed under his sweeping gaze. He reached out with one hand, running his fingers across her breasts, stroking one nipple softy with his thumb, listening to her gasp and hiss slightly under the touch. He couldn't help it, a smirk crossed his face. She always melted under his touch. It gave him some sort of pride to let him know that he could make the girl he loved react so strongly with a few small touches.
His lips pressed against his neck as he laid her back on the bed, listening to her smooth, slow breathing. His lips traveled across her neck, down across her collarbone. He knew she was watching him, cautious, curious. She trusted him beyond reason, but she was always cautious, always curious.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to one nipple, listening to her hiss in surprise, then his tongue lashed out across the sensitive skin. She whimpered, softy and almost pitiful, and the sound made his back twitch. He dipped his head down lower, taking the nipple into his mouth, dragged his teeth across the nipple, lashed his tongue across the flesh, then sucked softly on the nipple, listening to her whimper slowly turn into a barely audible moan. He pulled away from her breast, placing a soft kiss on it, then jumping to the other one and repeating the same actions on the other.
She was panting softly by then, squirming softly beneath his touch and his mouth as his kissed trailed down her chest, lashed his tongue out against her stomach. She whimpered and her stomach sank away from him. He kissed her stomach again, fingers grasping the edges of her dark underwear, tugging softly. She seemed to hesitate, then lifted her lips up slightly and allowed him to remove the fabric from her body.
Instantly she crossed her legs, always so shy, always so modest. He couldn't help but chuckle at how modest she could still be, and danced his fingers across her stomach, enjoying the way it shuddered beneath his touch. He leaned down, kissing her hip, listening to her soft sigh, then he leaned further down, gently prying her legs apart and settling himself between them, kissing her inner thigh, then lashing his tongue across it until she whimpered.
He looked up at her, watching her face, then ran a finger, slowly, softly between her legs. She moaned softly, sinking her hips slowly away from him. He gripped her hips gently in his hands to keep her from moving away from him, and bent his head down, lashing his tongue against her, slowly, caressingly, tasting her slightly. She moaned again, attempting in vain to arch away from him. Then, he went to work, licking at her, listening to her pant and moan as she gripped the sheets tight enough to turn her knuckles white. He found her swollen clit, rolled his tongue over it and took it into his mouth, sucking softly, then bit down on it, drawing a low scream from her throat. "Rude......"
He pulled away just enough to kiss her thigh. He knew what she was going to say. "Go ahead, Tifa." Then, his mouth was on her again, her swollen clit in his mouth again as he sucked, softly at first, then more insistent as he felt her holding back, felt her resisting. He growled softly, gripping her hips more firmly and bitting down on the swollen bundle of nerves again, feeling completely at ease as she moaned out his name, arching her back off of the bed as she reached her peek and her body shook with her orgasm, his tongue slowly stroking her during the process, and as she came down, before kissing her thigh softly and dragging himself up her body, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, listening to her pant softly, her skin softly glowing.
She reached up with her small hands, pushing his shirt from his body, watching the crisp, white fabric flutter down behind him, then she was sitting up, forcing him to sit on his knees as her small mouth curved over one of his scars, caressing it with her lips, then softly tracing it with her tongue until he groaned.
He laid her back on the bed, removing the rest of his clothes with steady hands, placing soft kisses to her neck, her forehead, her lips, then his hands were back on her hips, and he was thrusting inside of her. Her head arched backwards into the pillow as she moaned softly, hair spread out across the pillow like a dark curtain. He kept his eyes on her face, thrusting slowly inside of her, drawing nearly completely out of her, then thrusting slowly back into her, drawing out the pleasure, feeling her slowly contracting around him.
Her hands reached up to grasp his shoulder tightly, nails digging into the skin of his back until he hissed as they pierced his skin, leaving little crescent marks and his blood flowed out. Her legs wrapped around his waist, almost of their own accord and he began to move faster, moving deeper inside of her. She moaned loudly, arching her head back again and his kissed the curve of her neck, lashing his tongue out across the skin. She shuddered against him, whimpering softly, and he could feel her beginning to tighten around him with her approaching orgasm, but she refused to let herself go.
Rude buried his face against her neck. "Let go, Tifa."
The brunette shook her head slightly, refusing to do it, too stubborn, too wrapped up in what was going on. He reached down and stroked her swollen clit, rolling his fingers over it, watching her bite her lip as she reached her orgasm again, clenching tightly around him and letting out a small moan, head tilting back again as her body shook. He thrust inside of her a few more times, riding out her orgasm until he reached his own, burying his face against her neck and whispering her name against her skin as he emptied himself inside of her.
They stayed there like that for a while, him buried inside of her, their breathing short and ragged, waiting until they felt they could move, then her legs slowly unwrapped from his waist and he slowly removed himself from her, groaning softly. His pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply, showing her with that small action just how much he loved her, then bent down, sliding down her body and pressing another kiss to her stomach before laying down next to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his body.
She sighed softly as she wrapped her arms around him, kissing his bare chest, both coated in sweat, both of their hears beating erratically. His fingers brushed softly against her stomach, slowly caressing the skin as she slipped off to sleep, picturing the small life that was growing inside of her. He smiled slightly, kissing the top of her head, both extremely happy that they were together, and perfectly both anxious and proud that she was carrying his child, again. Seven more months and he would be able to look into their new child's eyes.
The next morning she came down the stairs into the kitchen, holding their daughter in her arms, wearing his shirt, their daughter's darker skin making her mother's arms seem pale in comparison. He smiled as she came by him, placing a soft kiss on his bald head, handing their small daughter over to him.
He gazed down at Senna's pale blue eyes, stroked her cheek as he watched Tifa moving around the kitchen, setting the coffee pot up, then taking their daughter from him again, cradling their six month-old daughter to her chest as she slowly unbuttoned the shirt, pressing her child to her chest.
He watched them quietly, listening to the soft sounds of their daughter being fed and knew she couldn't be happier. He knew, soon enough, Tifa would be switching Senna over to a bottle, but he also knew, soon enough, they would have another child for her to take care of the same way she did Senna, a child just over a year younger than Senna.
Life, as he knew it, was perfect.
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