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FFVII- A Little Twist

Title: A Little Twist
Fandom: FFVII
Pairing: Rude/Tifa
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #9- Massage (smut_69)
Word Count: 1405
Warnings: Sex.
Summary: Tifa turns the tables on Rude one night.










His fingers danced gently across her shoulders, smooth movements, pinching the nerves with slow, distinct movements. She sighed softly, leaning back against his chest, his firm, calloused fingers working the tension out of her shoulders, pressing his lips to her neck. He had grown accustomed to doing so for her when she had experienced a hard day at work. She had needed to throw more than a dozen people from the bar, each one more annoying than the last.

She sighed softly, rolling her shoulders, and his arms lowered, rubbing her arms softly. “Feeling better?”

She nodded, ever so slightly, turning to look at him, a small smile gracing her beautiful face. “Much. Thank you.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

She blushed, still, even after all this time, uncomfortable with terms of endearment from him, but of course, it only made him smile. He reached out, stroking her cheek with his thumb, watching her eyes close contentedly.

She turned slightly, tucking her legs underneath her, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing his lips down to hers, moving her soft lips against his, slowly. He placed one hand behind her head, tangling his fingers in her long hair.

She took his other hand, much larger than her own, and led it to the top of her shirt. He hesitated- she was not one to take charge, not one to ask for sexual contact, but he wouldn’t- no, he couldn’t deny her.

He grasped the shiny zipper of her shirt in his fingers, tugging it slowly down, his fingertips brushing against her pale skin. She shivered beneath the touch, pressing her lips more firmly against his. His strong hands moved, pushing the shirt from her body, watching the heavy material fall to the bed behind her, bending his head down and kissing the column of her neck, a soft line down her chest. She arched her back, breathing quickening slightly as her own small fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, slowly peeling the thin fabric from his body.

He turned his face upwards, watching her as she gazed down at him with her dark eyes. She was beautiful, more beautiful to him every time he would look at her. She always had this look of perfect trust in her eyes when she would gaze upon him. She knew he would never hurt her, knew that he loved her.

He brushed his thumb across one of her nipple, listened to her breath sharpen, watched her skin color slightly. He enjoyed that, knowing how he could make her react, make her breath hitch. He bent forward, latching on to her nipple with his firm mouth and sucked gently. She cried out, whimpering softly, gripping his arms tightly. He bit down softly, then lashed his tongue across the wounded flesh, and she panted and whimpered once more.

Then, all at once, she was pushing him back and away from her and pressing her mouth to his chest, placing kisses across the firm expanse of his chest. He stroked her hair softly, letting her place gentle kisses across his skin, let her run her fingers across his skin, explore his flesh. His breath hitched as she mimicked him, latching her mouth tentatively onto one of his nipples, sucking softly until he let out a soft groan.

When she looked back up at his face again, there was something in his eyes he had never seen. A kind of boldness he never knew she possessed, a kind of predatory look that shocked him beyond reason. She pressed her lips against his again, firm and insistent, drawing a low groan from the back of his throat. She pressed her palms flat against his chest and pushed until he went with it, lying back on the bed with her hovering over him, lips still moving against his. He brushed his fingers across the underside of her breasts, listened to her gasp and feeling her shudder beneath his touch.

Her lips moved from his to place soft kisses against his collarbone, a spot she knew was extremely sensitive to him. He shuddered beneath her as her fingers danced down across his stomach, stopping to undo the closing of his pants. She undid the closing, placing her hands at the waist and tugged softly, silently commanding that he lift up his hips, which he did, watching her peel the fabric from his body.

Her lips met his again as she brushed her fingers across him. He let out a startled sound as her small fingers wrapped around his firm erection, gently stroking him. He pulled his lips away from hers, groaning softly while tilting his head back. “Tifa…”

She didn’t need him to say anything else. She knew- he didn’t want to come that way. He wanted something more. That was only confirmed when his hands reached down to push at her shorts, but she pulled back from him, removing the last of her clothes, somewhat shyly, on her own.

She kissed him again, sitting on his stomach. He could feel her, warm and wet, pressed against his heated skin. Part of him wanted to roll her over then and take her, but he was more curious about what she planned on doing than anything. She never took charge, so who was he to stop her when she decided to be bold enough to do so?

She pulled back from him slightly, gazing down at him with heated eyes. She smiled at him, flushed slightly, eyes singing out how much he loved her. He loved her, and that’s all she cared about. He was in love with her, and that was more than she ever thought would happen, more than she could have wished for.

She pressed her palms flat against his chest, lifting herself up slightly, watching his face the whole time. She positioned herself above him, brushing slightly against him.

Rude arched his head back, groaning as his hips arched towards her. “Sweet Shiva….”

She took a deep breath, then lowered herself over him in one swift movement, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan as he filled her. His groan mirrored her sound as his hands went to her hips, holding her in place as her head tilted back, her body slowly adjusting to the new feeling. He felt so different from this angle, larger, able to fill her entirely. She clenched around him, and he shuddered beneath her.

She pressed her palms against his chest again, bending down to kiss him, then she began to move slowly, rocking her hips against his. He gripped her hips tightly, groaning with each movement of her hips, thrusting up to her. She was finding her rhythm, growing used to this, moving slowly as she gained confidence. She began to ride him, fast and confident, enjoying the new feeling and the look of pure ecstasy on his face as she moved against him.

His fingers on her hips tightened and she knew he was as close to orgasm as she was. She looked down at him with hooded eyes, grinding against him. He reached between thing, finding that swollen bundle of nerves between her legs and fondled it, making her moan loudly, arching her neck back and press herself against him faster. Then he felt it, her body tensing around him, squeezing him as she reached her orgasm. She moaned above him, and he gripped her hips tightly and thrust up into her harshly a couple of times before he was there with her, groaning out her name as he spilled himself inside of her, her body milking his the whole time.

She shuddered slightly as she felt him filling her, then all but collapsed onto his chest, panting and covered in sweat as his arms came up to wrap around her. He stroked her sweaty hair, kissed her smooth forehead, and laid there with her as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

He smiled against her hair. “Not that I’m complaining, but…..where did that come from?”

She blushed as she looked up at him. “Well……you always said it would be interesting to see me being more bold…..”

He kissed her then, softly. “Well, that was interesting. And I quite enjoyed it.”

She blushed even deeper, resting her head against his chest. “Well….don’t get used to it.”

She could feel the rumbling of his chest as he laughed. “Of course not, sweetheart.”
Tags: rude, rude/tifa, smut_69, tifa, tifa/rude
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