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Rude/Tifa- Kills Him

Title: Kills Him
Author/Artist: butterflys_fics
Pairing: Rude/Tifa
Fandom: FFVII
Theme: #29- argentine, Gamma (30kisses)
Disclaimer: I do not own Tifa or Rude or anyone else in FFVII.
Rating: Older Teens for mild sexual content (more like a slight mention)

He remembers their first kiss, and he remembers their last, both actions that hacked pieces of his heart, one with love and one with sorry. He remembers how beautiful she always looked to him, strong and fearless, and oh, so lovely, pale skin bathed in silvery moonlight, beautiful like a legendary goddess. He remembers how soft her lips felt against his, the slight gasp, the way her body tensed the first time, then slowly relaxed against his chest, in his arms, surrendering herself to this meeting of lips. Her skin was impossibly soft, her hair heavy and silken in his hands, and even through the thick material of his gloves, he could feel her skin heat beneath the intensity of their kiss, felt her chest heaving against his.

He remembers their last kiss, and how she was bathed in moonlight as she had been for the first, only she looked so broken this time that his chest felt tight and his hands shook. He remembered that she was the strongest woman he had ever met and to see her so helplessly broken made him feel like a monster- and maybe he was, with bloodstained hands and empty eyes, except for her. He was only whole for her.

He stops sometimes, and he remembers all the kisses between, the times his lips traveled down her neck, teeth grazing skin, the way her breath hitched and her body arched into his touch, the small actions that always made her breathing turn ragged and made the strong girl he loved become a whimpering fool, eyes closed, chest heaving. His lips would dance across her flesh, caressing, cherishing, listening to her gasp with every touch of his teeth or flick of his tongue, and to him it was music, this beautiful girl squirming and writhing and panting and moaning beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders, whispering his name as she thrust against him in a wild fashion, almost feral. He remembers how warm and whole and safe it felt to be inside of her, the satisfied sigh that would slip through her lips when he was inside of her. He remembered how beautiful she looked, skin flushed, bathed in an argentine glow, smiling almost shyly at him and holding her arms out to him. She would hold him against her, sweat glistening in the dim light, rest his head on her chest, kiss his temple, whisper that she loved him over and over again until they both drifted off to sleep, wrapped around each other.

He remembers their first kiss and he remembers their last kiss. He remembers all the little details of their love, and each detail kills him.
Tags: 30kisses, rude, rude/tifa, tifa, tifa/rude
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