Pairing: Rude/Tifa Lockhart
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or the characters.
It always amazed her how the winters could be so cold where snow never fell. When she was a little girl she would curl up in a small ball on her bed, shiver under her sheets and wait for the warmer weather to come. Not that she hated the winters or anything, she just hated the cold feeling she always got during them.
She found herself now desperately clinging to him beneath the blankets, arms wrapped tightly around his much larger frame, face buried against his side as his fingers ran through her hair, slowly, methodical, comforting. So much about him was comforting when it shouldn’t have been. Somehow she couldn’t care about ‘should be’ when she was with him. All that mattered was then and what they felt and for the first time (that she could remember at least) she felt completely at ease with him, his arms around her, strong fingers running the same line through her hair over and over again.
She yawned, stretching out, and his eyes followed her, drank her in. In his mind she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (and would ever see). He cherished these moments when they were alone and she was his. (No one would watch them with cold eyes when they were wrapped up in their own little world.)
She smiled at him (that sweet innocent childlike smile of hers he had come to love) and wrapped herself back up in his warmth, pulling the blankets up to her chin as she snuggled against him, letting out a content sigh.
He kissed the top of her head, wrapped his arms around her once more. These moments may be far and few, and the numbers rapidly dwindling, but he would make them last as long as he could.
He promised himself that.