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Wutai, it was fair in the autumn.
A breeze carried over the city, rustling in the autumnal leaves, blurring a pretty painting of red and orange hues, chilling Tifa slightly as the party stood outside of the local inn. They had settled things with Yuffie, who had enthusiastically rejoined them, and now they were all deserving of a good night's rest in real, down beds.
“..and this inn is an onsen!” Tifa heard the tail end of the innkeeper's sentence as Yuffie took a few playful half-punches in her direction.
“Easy,” Tifa warned, taking up a fighter’s stance in faux defensiveness.
Yuffie laughed and dropped her arms, so Tifa followed suit.
What was an onsen? Cloud apparently had the same question, because the innkeep answered goodnaturedly, “Natural hot springs! Open to all paying guests.”
Tifa wetted her lips, considering this. Already having ideas of the less than savory variety. Kissing Cloud in the steam, bending over for him as hot water lubricated and- she cut herself off with a shake of her head. Certainly, Cloud was thinking the same thing, because he coughed up a few extra gil as payment, “Guess we’ll have to become paying customers, then.”
First they settled into their rooms; everyone in the party was now distinctly aware of Cloud and Tifa’s relationship, but to keep up appearances they elected to continue to separate by gender for the night. So Tifa and Yuffie took one room, while the men of the party split themselves evenly between two others.
The room itself was lovely, two twin beds separated by an ornate rug and a screen decorated with a beautiful tableau of a mountain and an army, painted in inks of the deepest ebony and the brightest crimson. At the top of the mountain a cherry tree was blossoming, its delicate pink petals were billowing in an unseen breeze.
“Wow,” Tifa marveled as Yuffie settled in.
“Yeah,” Yuffie stated with pride, “Wutaian art is uniquely beautiful. So, are we going to check out the hot springs? I’ve never been to these ones before.”
“Yeah I think so,” Tifa said, plucking her swimming gear from her small duffel bag. It was the frilly suit she had purchased in Costa Del Sol. The one that had driven Cloud half mad. And wasn’t that the goal? She thought as she popped into the bathroom and took a quick shower, rinsing all of the grit and dust from the road off of her skin.
She dressed herself in her bikini, freeing up the bath for Yuffie to do the same.
Once both girls were dressed down to their swim things, they wrapped towels around their waists and set out for the onsen, eager to take a dip in the hot water to relax their road weary muscles.
“Onsen are the best!” Yuffie proclaimed, “The water is naturally heated underground, and it bubbles up in these pools. It’s so much better than a hot tub, more relaxing too! And the steam is great for your skin.”
Tifa touched her cheek feeling the softness of her pale flesh, maybe a little steam couldn’t hurt… so much dust and grit became embedded in the skin in their line of work, saving the world and all that.
When they reached the onsen they found that they were required to rinse off again in cool showers before they could enjoy the springs proper; her precaution meant to keep the natural beauty of the springs fun and clean for every guest, Tifa understood.
Once they were cleaned, they came out of the restroom to an open area with three pools of water surrounded by smooth stones. Barret, Cloud, Nanaki, Cid, and Cait (who simply sat at the water’s edge) were already there, lounging in their suits in one of the pools. Other guests had congregated in the other two, each keeping to their own group or familial unit as they soaked in the hot, mineral rich waters. Clearly wary of the merry band of misfits that had arrived despite the late hour.
“Hey guys!” Tifa said, dipping a toe into the spring. It was hot, but not painfully so, so she edged the rest of the way in until she was treading water in the center, Yuffie was right behind her.
Tifa made her way over to Cloud, who was bare from the waist up, skin flushed from the heat of the spring. He was handsome, muscular, relaxed back onto the stones. Her first instinct was to crawl into his lap and kiss his jaw, but she resisted in favor of settling onto the underwater outcropping beside him, discreetly winding her arms around his bicep. Cloud reacted by scooting a little closer, closing that precarious distance between them.
The only one who noticed or acknowledged their closeness was Barret, who gave an approving wink before returning to his conversation with Cid about ballistics and the logistics of having a (hypothetical) harpoon for an arm.
“Thanks for helping me face down my old man,” Yuffie said, leaning back against the stones near Nanaki. “I really proved myself today, but damn am I sore.”
“You’re in the right place,” Tifa laughed, “The hot water should be soothing.”
“Yep!” Yuffie kicked her legs up, allowing herself to float, then sighed, shutting her eyes and embracing the healing vapors coming off of the water. “Yep, yep, yep.”
It was past sunset already, the sky held only the vaguest memory of violet across the western horizon. A smattering of stars dotted the dome of the planet, glittering brightly against the inky blackness of the night. A smear of galactic dust was gathered overhead like a brushstroke, and it felt almost close enough to touch as Tifa marveled at its glow.
It was enough natural beauty to remind her of the night she and Cloud had made their promise at the water tower in Nibelheim. She peered at the side of his handsome face, he too was beholding the majesty of the sky, and she wondered if he was remembering the same as her.
She sighed, leaning into his strong shoulder and allowing her eyes to flutter shut. It had been a long day, between Yuffie’s theft of their materia and her climbing the tower to face Godo. Maybe sleep was all she needed.
…but she and Cloud hadn’t been together in that way since the beach in Mideel. And it was such a lovely night, so relaxed, so gorgeous was the sky… a little sex couldn’t hurt. If only the others would catch the hint, she thought as she glared around the pool.
One by one their comrades began to depart. First Barret, who had noticed Tifa’s stare;
“I’m off to bed,” He gingerly dried his gun arm, which he had taken great care not to get wet. “G’night y’all.”
Then Nanaki and Cid departed soon after, impervious to Tifa’s blatant glaring, but still exhausted from their day. The former with a fond farewell, the latter with a few mumbled words.
Nanaki shook the water out of his coat as he departed.
This left Cait Sith, Yuffie, Cloud and Tifa. As all of the other guests had returned to their rooms with the hour, leaving the pools empty save the one.
Tifa had, somehow in their time soaking, found her way into Cloud’s lap despite the audience, half delirious with relaxation from the hot, mineral rich waters. She wound her arms around his neck and shoulders, tucking herself under his chin. He was hard in an instant. Cloud was blushing, naturally embarrassed, and Yuffie finally took notice as she bobbed under to wash her face, then reemerged dripping. A knowing smile cut across her visage, and she pulled herself out of the spring, taking Cait by the hand.
“Lets go, Cait,” She said, goading, “I think Cloud and Tifa want some alone time .”
Cloud’s flush deepened. Tifa only chortled in affirmation, she gave a careful grind against his erection. To anyone else it would have simply looked like she was repositioning herself in his lap.
But Cloud half-whimpered, half-growled, giving them away.
Yuffie made a disgusted face at this exchange, “Geez, at least give us a chance to get out of here first.”
And she dragged Cait away, for once the cat didn’t complain.
After the final two departed, and they found themselves blissfully alone with the coolness of the midnight air circulating with the breeze contrasting nicely to the heat of the water, Tifa kissed his jaw lightly.
“We’re all alone…” she entreated softly, then she kissed his cheek, his chin, the corner of his mouth. His arms slipped around her waist, pulling her flush to his body as he angled his mouth to kiss her thoroughly.
Tifa sighed into the kiss, shifting so her legs bracketed his narrow hips, pressing her woefully empty center flush to his clothed erection.
“We gonna do this here?” Cloud grunted when they parted, his pupils were blown so they completely obscured his mako tinted iris, his nostrils were flared with want. “Anyone could walk in on us…”
Tifa giggled, kissing him chastely, “That’s never stopped us before.”
Cloud gave a cocky smirk, “True.”
They kissed again, hungrier this time, wilder, teeth scraping, lips sucking, tongues lancing; tasting of one another deeply. The heat of the water helped to disguise some of Tifa’s desperate desire for him as she continued to grind her hips along his clothed length.
When their lips separated with a wet pop , Tifa immediately dropped her mouth to suck on the delicate skin of his throat and adam’s apple, leaving little pink-purple marks all over his smooth skin. Her hand dipped below the water’s surface, gripping him through his trunks with a squeeze that had him growling. Then she pressed beneath his waistband, shucking off his trunks so they floated away from the pair, taking the full turgidity of him into her palm to stroke him in time with her kissing and sucking at his collarbones.
“ Tifa ,” he let out a low hum of warning.
It felt too good, and everything was so hot and deliciously slippery beneath the water’s steaming surface.
“Here,” she patted a stone, “Sit up here, I wanna taste.”
He did as he was bid, pulling himself out of the water in a whoosh of liquid.
His erection, tall and proud, instantly began to flag in the cool air that sent a visible shiver through his body, “...Cold.”
“I’ll warm you up,” Tifa promised, kneeling on the outcropping between his strong thighs. She took his softening dick in hand, gave a few swift strokes, then lapped at his tip with her tongue. He instantly stiffened back up. Tifa laid a delicate palm against his thigh, then sucked his tip between her lips, suckling lightly, earning a bead of salty precum in the process.
Cloud rumbled, pushing a few wet strands of hair away from her forehead to clear his view.
Tifa painted a pretty picture, bobbing her dark head black with dampness, moved over his thick cock, shining with saliva on each egress, and she delved deep enough to gag on each ingress. The muscles of her throat quivering around his imposing cock in a way that had him half sobbing with pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Tifa,” she stroked what she couldn’t take in her mouth. Soft, pleased sounds vibrated up his shaft.
“Tifa, Tifa, Tifa,” he chanted her name, and then her hand moved from his thigh to cradle the swell of his balls and he choked on his own words. “Tifa, Tifa, stop .”
She did instantly so, pulling off with a wet sound that sent another shiver up his spine. Without a word Cloud slipped into the water behind her, planting her feet on the floor of the spring, hands on the outcropping, Cloud pushed aside the crotch of her suit, wanting to watch the frills bounce beneath the water’s surface as he fucked her.
“Ready?” He asked, breathed against her ear as he bent over her.
Tifa nodded, worrying her lower lip between her teeth, “Give it to me, Cloud.”
Tifa whimpered as he pressed into her aching pussy slowly, but all at once. Sinking in up to the hilt until his hips hit her ass with a wet, slapping plap.
Cloud groaned with pleasure, and Tifa gasped with the barest tinge of pain that always accompanied his intrusions. He was a big man, and she felt every fucking inch of him inside of her as he began to thrust gingerly, allowing her a scant moment to adjust.
Her fingers curled against the stones of the pool, hot water eased his glide into her, and only served to further encourage her own heat and wetness as he began to fuck her with more vigor.
She was sure he had quite the view just beneath the water’s pristine surface, her ass bouncing and jiggling with each wet plap of his powerful hips, the frills of her swimsuit bouncing with her body. Her insides tightened up at the thought, and Cloud felt it with a prolonged groan of pleasure.
Tifa ducked her head forward, panting out little pushes of her own pleasure. But Cloud could not abide such relaxed attention from her while he was balls deep and trying his damndest to get deeper.
He curled his fingers into the hairs at the base of her neck, yanking her head back so her back arched and his angle deepened deliciously.
“Look- hah - look at me,” he demanded. And, biting her lip hard, she turned her head to behold the majesty that was Cloud Strife caught up in the throes of wild, relaxed pleasure. His big hands spanned the small of her back, his head was thrown, cheeks flushed, spikey hair tousled. Beads of water shone against his skin like so many diamonds. He was so beautiful, Tifa let out a gasping sob.
He buckled forward, releasing her hair and railing into her with abandon, “fuck, Tifa.”
“F-feel good?” She managed to gasp.
He nodded, “So fucking good, baby.”
Then, bodily, he lifted her onto his cock, bouncing her as he flipped her over to sit on the outcropping. He angled himself between her thighs and began to fuck her furiously in missionary.
“W-wanna see your tits bounce,” he groaned. Pressing his forehead to her sternum. He cupped her heavy breasts in his big calloused hands, gently massaging them as he continued to pound into her pussy.
“So beautiful,” he groaned, “So tight and perfect for me, Tif.”
Tifa could only nod, body beginning to tense, taut as a bowstring. Heat pooled between her thighs, growing impossibly wetter, easing his glide further, taking him deeper. He was pounding up against the very deepest part of her now, the fat head of him brushing against her most delicate spot with each egress of his hips, then slamming back into it with each ingress.
Tifa reached out, nails biting into his strong shoulders, raising pretty pink trails along his flesh, “‘m close,” she slurred, half delirious with pleasure. Even as her insides tensed and tightened, her body began to go limp, and soon Cloud was the only thing keeping her from collapsing entirely into the sloshing waters that surrounded them.
“Come on, Tif,” Cloud urged, baring his teeth like a wild animal. “Come on .”
She reached up, cupping his cheek with a small hiccuping noise, and she came with a flash of white behind her eyes; body seizing and bending backward as Cloud fucked her through it.
The friction of his cock in her squeezing pussy was divine, and her cry carried over the entirety of the onsen.
Cloud covered her mouth with a large hand, limiting her squeals, laughing almost painfully as he delivered a few penultimate thrusts, then planted himself deep and came with a sigh.
A balm of warmth filled her, and Tifa sighed, too, eyelids fluttering shut as the post-orgasmic high settled over her in a haze.
“Who’s out there?!”
“Shit,” Cloud cursed, pulling out.
Tifa whimpered softly at the sudden emptiness.
Cloud pushed her bottoms back into position, sat promptly on his trunks, and pulled her into his lap, hiding his nakedness which he had no time to cover. They were both laughing, giddy, and mischievous.
Cloud sealed their lips in a gentle kiss, without the barest hint of sensuality they had just put on display. And when the attendant poked his head out of the inn proper, he saw only a couple in love, kissing in the silver moonlight.