Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
Pairing: Rude/Tifa Lockhart
Theme: 26) Nekkid
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Warnings: Mentions of sex.
He remembers the first time he told her he loved her they were just about to hit their peak, him buried deep inside of her, her head arched back against the pillow, a look of euphoria on her beautiful face. He remembers how she held back and bit her lip and refused to let go. She was so damn stubborn. She just wouldn’t let herself have that release. She was always that way.
He remembers reaching down and flicking at her swollen clit, watching her face contort as she reached her orgasm, whispering out his name as she clamped down around him, and how that was enough to send him over the edge as he spilled inside of her, whispering out he loved her.
He remember that they were in he same position when he purposed to her, him buried deep inside of her, her gasping, scratching at his back, desperate to ride each wave of pleasure he brought her, arching up to meet him thrust for thrust, hair spilling around her on the pillow like a dark halo.
“Marry me,” he whispered, breathless, pressing his face against her neck as he picked up the pace, desperate to bring her over the edge, desperate to hear her moan out his name into the night.
She whimpered, closing her eyes. “What?”
She opened her mouth to answer him, but found she couldn’t, all she could was moan his name out as she peaked, clenching around him, listening to him peak shortly after, whispering her name into her neck.
Afterwards while they lay panting and spent he brushed the hair from her face and whispered, “Marry me, Tifa.”
And she kissed his neck, breathless and content, nodding slightly. “Yes.”
Then she kissed his neck again and pressed herself to him, sticky skin against sticky skin. “Yes, Rude. I’ll marry you.”
Then he kissed her soundly, rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him, holding her close and savoring the warmth of her body and her words.