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“Those guys there are from the splinter cell,” Nayo said, finger pointing past the dusty crawl of the slums. Even amidst the scattered crowds of threadbare civilians and men with poorly-oiled firearms, it wasn't hard to find who he was talking about: the group was unmistakable. Really, the giant mountain of a man with a rotary cannon as an arm pretty much assured they would be noticed in every room they walked into.

“Splinter cell?” Yuffie parroted, trailing her eyes up and along the broad width of strong shoulders and down along the tattoos of his arms. He was a real mountain of muscle, and the young ninja sized him up. She wondered how he'd be in a fight, and how quickly she could win.

“Yes,” Nayo elaborated. “They used to be with Avalanche, but left after a… ‘policy dispute’.”

“Oh.” Yuffie frowned. She trailed eyes over the companion at his side who was definitely the shorter of -

Whoa.

Yuffie paused to blink. She wouldn't say she was the type to do that very often – to stop and blink and just stare – but she almost couldn't help herself. Beside him was an absolute bombshell of a girl, and she wasn't at all ashamed to think it. The young ninja was honestly hard-pressed to think if she'd ever seen someone so seriously pretty in her entire life, in fact. Her jaw hung limp as she traced eyes over the paleness of a round face of Eastern descent and the redness of eyes that were almost piercing.

Her hair was long and straight like a perfect sheet of midnight-black, and Yuffie was captivated. As seriously pretty as her face was, her body was so very much the definition of 'knock out' that it almost left her dizzy to take it all in. The girl was a curvy bombshell if she'd ever seen one, with tremendous curves to her chest, a waistline that screamed hourglass, and hips that anyone could just grab and hook into – and her legs. They just went on for days. 

Yuffie stared rather shamelessly, if she were being honest. She admired the black-haired beauty as her group stepped up to one of the Avalanche contacts up on the steps, but she didn't really pay attention to that nor the words they exchanged. She stared at the way the girl's chest filled out the clinging white of her crop-top and the fullness of her elastic sports bra beneath, and she licked her lips as the shortness of a skirt complementing toned thighs – and holy hell, was the girl toned. 

Yuffie just knew she had to be a fighter, and that only made her appreciation swell tenfold. Biceps that looked like they could use Yuffie's admittedly insignificant weight as dumb bells, legs that looked shapely and strong, and a stomach that was flat with the definition of a four-pack – she was entranced. The girl, whoever she was, was damned hot, and the young Wutai girl had a newfound appreciation for the women of Midgar.

Then the girl was gone, walking right alongside the big mountain-man into the building, and Yuffie felt as if a light had gone from the world. 

“They’re the ones who blew up the reactors,” Nayo told her, though she spoke and faced the vague direction where the two disappeared. 

“Cool,” Yuffie said at length, and there was a tremor of anxiousness in her voice. She rounded on Sonon with more than a little hint of eagerness in her voice, almost as if his validation would allow her to act on her sudden, pervasive interest in the stranger. “Should we go say hi?”

“Nah, better not,” he replied, shambling into motion along with the already-moving Nayo. “After what they’ve done, you gotta assume Shinra’s on their tail.” He looked at Nayo for support, and found it there in her glasses. “Should keep our distance.”

“Yeah,” Nayo assented, to Yuffie’s chagrin. “My thoughts exactly.”

“Oh, well.” Yuffie couldn’t exactly fault that sort of logic, especially for a ninja such as herself. She, naturally, was totally undercover, and if she planned on her infiltration-slash-sabotage, she couldn’t exactly risk being caught out because of some high-profile splinter group. “Maybe we’ll talk to them later?”

“Maybe,” Sonon said dismissively. “After we’re done.”

Yuffie just sort of hummed wordlessly after that. She wasn’t dumb, she understood that tone. It was unlikely they’d see the splinter cell again, and she wasn’t likely to get a chance to talk with the drop-dead gorgeous girl she’d just seen. That was fine; it was more a passing fancy for her than love at first sight, and even if she would have outwardly loved to get to know her, she had a job to do - and Shinra took priority. She would be happy if their paths crossed, but if they didn’t… well, she wouldn’t split hairs. 

Even if the girl was seriously pretty. 

Honestly, honestly, Yuffie wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up into a fight with some blonde dude wielding a giant sword that should have been entirely impractical, but, if she really thought about it, she was liable to say the reason she picked a fight with him was precisely because of those reasons. He looked like he could take a punch - or a kick, or a shuriken - and she was happy to test her skills against him. She wasn’t displeased, either: he was tough, he was fast, and he was a darn good fight.

Naturally, Yuffie would never say she lost. Of course, she didn’t. The moment he stepped forward to ask her if she was alright she was on her feet, springing up with a preppy bounce, rocking on heels to present a lean, confident figure, and grinned in a way that was all teeth. Sure, maybe he knocked her on her back, but that was just fine; that was just round one, as far as she was concerned. She wasn’t going to be taken lying down by some dude with a big sword; she’d run through the gauntlet of Midgar’s security, fought through Shinra’s HQ, she’d face - 

Her face twitched a tad at what she’d gone through not so long ago, but she didn’t look back. She refused to look back. She kept moving forward, both physically and mentally. 

She raised her fist in challenge. “One more time, let’s go one more time!”

The blonde man frowned at her. “...Not interested.”

“Hah?” Yuffie’s face froze and her expression fell. “What’ya mean, no?”

“I didn’t say no, I said not interested,” the man replied impassively. He swung his sword around to sheath it on his back, which Yuffie was pretty sure seemed impractical with its size. 

Yuffie sputtered. “You must be pretty scared of me, huh?”

He blinked slowly. Very, very slowly. “...Petrified.”

Yuffie's eyes narrowed at him. He was a big guy, but she did not believe herself outmatched in the slightest. His responses were clearly dry and sardonic, as if he wasn't taking her seriously – and if that was the case, if he thought her a kid, he was going to get a serious piece of her mind. “Hey, hey. You being sarcastic?”

He looked at her blankly. He opened his mouth to speak -

“Cloud?” A voice asked, and Yuffie blinked out of her concentration. “Hey, what's going on?”

Yuffie looked off to the side, just as the blonde man did. There was a big mountain of a man rounding the building that served as a Chocobo farm – oh, right. Yuffie blinked in brief confusion before remembering that she had, in fact, stopped off on the farm for the birds, and then got into a subsequent fight with the blonde dude. It hadn't been a planned encounter per se, but Yuffie had been itching for a fight and the guy came across way too forcefully for her tastes. 

“Cloud? What's that about clouds?” She asked, head cocked. Her brow furrowed as she took in the mountain-man's big, broad form, wondering why the tattoos and the chaingun-like arm seemed so familiar to her.

The blonde looked beyond the distracting man and toward the feminine voice that had so obviously spoken – a small, diminutive girl not much greater in size than Yuffie herself, and wearing a slender little flower dress. A very distinctly pretty girl, in fact, with a sort of elvish appearance about her. Cute enough for Yuffie to chat up, that was for sure. 

“I was just...” The blonde looked over at Yuffie. “...Talking.”

Yuffie narrowed her eyes and puffed out her cheeks, the newcomers forgotten. “Uh, excuse me, mister, but I was totally kicking your butt -”

“What's this?” The big man rumbled, his voice somewhere between gruff and gravely. “The hell's this about?”

“Probably nothing,” the blonde said again. “A Chocobo dispute. Probably.”

“Uh, can we, like, not ignore me?” Yuffie cut in, leaping forward to skid to a stop between the blonde and the others. She flung a hand out to puff herself up and make herself seem bigger, but it didn't seem to affect anyone in the slightest.

“Cloud...” A new, feminine voice chimed in, and Yuffie, with puffed out cheeks, stared off to the side. 

She paused. She wasn't entirely proud of where her eyes went first, but when faced with a girl with a frankly amazing rack, she found it very hard indeed to keep her eyes on her face. As her teenage brain struggled with the thought that was cleavage, the rest of her tried to process the familiarity of the two people standing in front of her – and as eyes finally flicked up to observe red eyes and midnight-black hair, it hit her. It took barely five seconds all told for her to place the startlingly gorgeous girl from her time at Avalanche's base, and in that time she felt her heart rise up into her throat. 

The splinter group! She thought triumphantly. The ones that we saw- the ones that Sonon said we should join!

“Hey!” She shouted all too suddenly, her finger snapping forward to point a finger-gun at the shapely woman. Said woman blinked in quick surprise, and an arm reached up for a throat – but it wasn't quite a timid motion judging by the cestus-like arrangement of red plate on her forearm. “You're Seriously Pretty!”

There was a moment of silence as everyone stared at her. The blonde blinked, the big man furrowed his brow, the flowery girl brought her hand up to her mouth in surprise, and the red-eyed beauty herself just raised her eyebrows and puffed herself up backward. 

No one spoke.

“Uhm,” the buxom girl started tentatively, “thank you...?”

Yuffie squinted. It took her a moment longer than she wanted to realize that shouting 'you're seriously pretty' at a person could really easily be misunderstood and kinda awkward, and she immediately made for damage-control. “I mean, you're welcome! But, like, I mean, you're Seriously Pretty; that's the name I came up for you.”

The expression of the flowery girl transitioned into amusement, that of the blonde into boredom, and that of the big man into wry amusement. The red-eyed beauty, though, just licked her lips and looked off to the blonde as if seeking reassurance, then flicked back slowly. “I won't pretend... that I understand, but I see?”

“And how is it you came to know her, huh?” The big man asked, his voice edging into something like concern. The way he stepped forward was most certainly cause for concern, indicating that he, unlike the others, saw a big problem with what Yuffie was saying.

Yuffie waved her armoured hand to brush him off. “Wait wait wait, let me try that again: I saw you at, uhm, the avalanche base? That one in the slums, right?”

At once, the beauty's jaw set itself tightly and the big man tensed up. Yuffie, though, powered on past that brief disturbance; her eyes too keen not to notice their disturbance with her bold proclamation of their ties to a terrorist group, but her mouth moving too fast for any sort of reassurance. “So, I thought you were seriously pretty back then, and that's how I decided to call you in my head: the Seriously Pretty girl.”

Seriously Pretty bit her lip. “I understand that you're trying to explain yourself right now, but you've basically just hit on me four times in a row without explaining anything.”

Yuffie opened her mouth, then closed it again. Thinking about it, she realized that she had a serious point, and so just nodded her head in rueful acknowledgment. “You know what? That's right, actually. Er -”

“And I'd like some damned explaining!” The big man half-shouted, his voice terse and curt. In a rush, he grabbed Yuffie by the back of her clothing, hiking her up with nary an effort. Given the size of his muscles, she wasn't surprised; that did not stop her, however, from kicking in protest almost instantly. “So get to it, kid! How the hell you know we were at an Avalanche base, huh?!”

“H-hey, put me down!” She protested, wriggling in his grasp like an eel. She was not daunted by the gun pointed at her, and only tried to free herself without ripping her scruffy green crop-top. 

“Explain,” he demanded in a snarl. “You a spy? Some rat civvie? You-”

“Barret...” Seriously Pretty sighed.

“I'm also a member of Avalanche!” She scoffed, feet kicking. The dude – Barret? - was built like a brick wall, and her actions were ineffectual. “I led the attack on the Shinra HQ! Their weapons division, yeah?”

There were a series of blinks. 

“Wait, that was you?” Seriously Pretty asked, brows furrowed. 

“I – oh. We did hear about that, didn't we?” The blonde's face tightened. “Huh.”

“We don't got any Wutai in Avalanche,” the big man huffed, face tight. 

“Yeah? Ya do now,” Yuffie scoffed. “That's where I just came from, okay? And I -” her lips twitched “-I wasn't the only one. Not the only one.”

There was a brief moment of silence as the sadness tinging her words played their importance across the others. A rueful acknowledgement came with it, and there was a nod from the blonde guy. 

“B-besides,” Yuffie sputtered, “What would you know? You guys are totally, like, a splinter cell, so -”

“Drop her,” the blonde asked – ordered, maybe – and the bigger dark-skinned man stared pointedly. 

He dropped her. “Alright, little missus. Down you go -”

“Yeah!” Yuffie sputtered “You know, I could have gotten out of that any time I wanted to!”

The man looked particularly unperturbed. “Didn't look like it.”

“You totally snuck up on me,” she told him with a hip cocked out and a finger pointed accusingly. 

“I ain't snuck up on nobody,” he snarled. 

“Yeah, you did!” She protested. She pounded a fist into her palm as if that would somehow emphasize her words. “But it doesn't matter, because I could have escaped any time I wanted to.”

“I mean, it looks like you lost,” the blonde said dryly, and Yuffie glared at him. 

“It was only because I was distracted by Seriously Pretty's eyes,” Yuffie scoffed. 

There was another moment of rather confused silence through the group. 

“This is... getting confusing,” Seriously Pretty said at length, with one of her hands pinching her nose. “Okay, can we start this over? Cloud?”

The blonde started up. “What do you want me to do?”

Oh, Yuffie realized. He's Cloud. Okay. Makes sense. Not.

The big man rolled his eyes. “Uhg – fine. Since y'all seem to be lackin' the finer touch...”

The big man rounded on Yuffie, and she was struck, again, by just how big he was. She even flinched when he jutted a finger at her, so she licked her lips with concern. “You said you were with Avalanche, eh?”

“For a bit,” Yuffie replied evenly.

“With who?”

“Er... Nayo, Sonon – he's -” she flinched. “-He was the other Wutai. Uhm, Zhinje -”

As she rattled off names, he nodded knowingly. “Right, right. And you're the ones on the news? The attack on the Shinra building?”

“Yeah,” she said, and there was a note of sorrow in her voice. “For better or worse, things went... okay.” She forced a smile onto her lips. “I think I've still got the counterfeit ID's to prove it.”

The big man stared at her. He stared at her very fiercely, almost as if trying to intimidate her – but Yuffie was not intimidated. She stared back with her usual preppy grin and rolling heels, matching him beat for beat.

Suddenly, he started to guffaw. “Well, well, well! Looks like we've got another little terrorist with us, eh?”

Yuffie couldn't tell if he was happy or he was angry, and the expressions around her seemed mixed, so she settled for a semi-awkward smile and a wince of her eyes. “Uh, yeah?”

“Put her there,” he declared boldly, broad haven thrust forward. It took her a moment to realize he wanted a handshake, and a further moment to realize she was meant to take a handshake, so that was exactly what she did.

She tried not to squeak when his much, much more powerful hand squeezed down on her own in a deathlock strong enough to crush bone. He held it and watched her as if to see what she would do, and she tried to very stubbornly hang on. 

“Hm, hm.” He nodded twice. “You look like a kid, but you've got some heart, don't ya?”

“I am not a kid,” she huffed petulantly, ignoring everything else in his statement and even the squeezing of his hand. She tried to squeeze back, and as insignificant as it was compared to him, she enjoyed the act of trying.

“Nah, no kid would break into Shinra,” the big man said boldly and earnestly, his smile growing with each passing moment. “But I will keep calling you kid if I don’t get a name.”

“Yuffie,” she said quickly. “Yuffie Kisaragi.”

“Barret,” the man said, confirming that it was, in fact, his name. “Blondie there is Cloud, girl in the dress is Aerith, and….” he trailed off amusedly. “Tifa’s the one you’ve been complimenting.”

“Hello,” Aerith greeted with a wave of her hand. 

Cloud huffed. 

Seriously Pretty - or, rather, Tifa - similarly raised her hand in greeting and gently dipped her head in a soft bow. “Hey.”

“Good to, ah, put a name to the face,” said Yuffie with a grin. 

Tifa looked back at her rather dryly. “I’m… sure.”

“Look, as fun as this all is,” Cloud started up dryly as he padded forward across the sand, moving, “we’ve got places to be, things to do.”

Tifa let out a little sigh. “Cloud…”

“Well, ain’t that true enough,” Berret drawled. “We’re still too close to Midgar for my liking, and we do have places to be.”

“People to find,” Cloud pressed.

Another nod.

“Okay,” Yuffie interrupted, one finger jutted up into the crowd of eco-terrorists. “Clearly, you guys have got a lot going on.”

They all exchanged looks. The looks were affirmative, as if they were ruefully agreeing with her assessment.

“And I bet it has something to do with Shinra,” she pressed, and again, earned looks for herself.

“To an extent,” Cloud murmured.

“They’re the enemy,” Berret told her. “Just not the only one right now.”

Yuffie plastered a grin on her face again. “Well, just so happens you’ve got a Ninja of Wutai right here who’s got a bone to pick with Shinra! And with others, I guess. Bad people.” 

Cloud looked at her. “You… you’re saying you want to come with us?”

He sounded more confused than he did accepting, but Yuffie threw out a thumbs up and a nod anyhow. “If you want me to help you out, I’d be glad to!”

“I didn’t say I wanted you to help me out,” the man said just as slowly, as if teasing out the meaning of her words.

“No need to be bashful,” she proclaimed. “With a ninja on your side, nothing can stop you!”

“Uhm.” Cloud frowned. He looked over at the others for reassurance, and found vague nods and shrugs. “Sure. Feel free to tag along.”

It was the most dismissive sort of acceptance she’d heard, but Yuffie was used to people not having the best of personality traits; that was fine with her. As far as she was concerned, though, her work against Shinra wasn’t yet done, and if these were the people that had blown up those Reactors and caused the full-blown panic in Shinra which had subsequently allowed her to sneak into their HQ, it was more than worth tagging along with them.

After all, Sonon had expressed that working with the Splinter Group would be better for them and the goals of the New Wutai Government. Avalanche was… soft, as he said. She didn’t really notice too much in that she always did what she wanted, but they were soft - soft like Wutai, soft like her father. The Splinter Group was tough, they were decisive, and from the looks of it, they were exactly where she wanted to be right now.

Before, at least, she got back to Wutai and was able to inform them that the Ultima Material did not, in fact, exist.

“Yeah?” She asked excitedly. 

“Yeah,” Cloud replied curtly. “Just don’t expect us to babysit -”

“Okay, if you start with the kid stuff - !”

“What he means to say,” Tifa said quickly, “is that everyone around here has to pull their weight. Especially since Shinra’s agents are probably on our tail, and we’ve got other things to look forward to.”

“Don’t worry, Seriously Pretty; you guys won’t be disappointed.”

Tifa scratched her cheek. “It’s… Just Tifa. Tifa Lockheart, but… Tifa.”

“Right, right,” Yuffie nodded. “Tifa. Pretty name, totally won’t forget it.”

Yuffie set her hands on her small hips and looked around. “So! Uhm - we gonna hit the road?”

Cloud snapped his fingers. “Right, transport. Chocopos, anyone?”

“Not going to lie,” Yuffie said rather boldly, “This shit is crazy.”

She hoped her words would have some sort of effect on Tifa, perhaps get her to crack a smile, but the gorgeous girl just looked sorrowful. She sat perched on a bench, but her position was collected in on herself - arms low, elbows on knees, back hunched. The buckles, belts, and garters of her outfit were all taut against the skin as she pushed them to their limit, while the weight of her chest pushed heavily against the white of her top. She still looked gorgeous even when she was hunched over, but Yuffie knew better than to say anything. 

“Convoluted, I mean,” Yuffie elaborated. “Uhm.... Sorry?”

Tifa looked at her. “It’s… a lot to take in, I think.”

Yuffie coughed to clear her throat. “Er - can I sit?”

“Hm?” Tifa lifted her head, then belatedly, if half-heartedly, gestured off to the side. “Sure. Go for it.”

Yuffie sat down. She did so a bit awkwardly, and that was mostly because she wasn’t quite sure what to say or how to say it. She sat ramrod straight, hands on her knees, shoulders puffed back - maybe to make herself seem like a smaller target, maybe because she felt a bit strange being close to Tifa right then. She was, as always, a seriously pretty girl, but Yuffie thought more than with just her attraction; she understood that the girl was confused, and she didn’t quite like seeing that on her face.

She didn’t really like, either, the way Cloud treated things.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine knowing your home town was burned down,” Yuffie said with a half-laugh, “then finding it rebuilt and used as a front for Shinra. Kinda crazy.”

Tifa shook her head. “Tell me about it. And it’s just - just infested with clones and employees and I just don’t…”

Yuffie clicked her tongue. The Sephiroth clones were a bit much, in her opinion - and kinda creepy when they were apparently chasing this dude around because he had some rather sick designs on the entire planet. The slaughter on the airship, the visit to the Canyon, the jaunt through the Golden Saucer - it took a lot out of a girl. It was more than she’d imagined she’d be getting into, and it started to feel weird. She expected to be striking out directly against Shinra, and the closest so far was dealing with Nibelheim’s problems.

“And...How’s Cloud treating it?” Yuffie questioned, carefully pointing out the elephant that was in the room. 

Tifa clicked her tongue and looked away. “Fine. I don’t know.” She licked her lips and brushed black hair behind her ear. “He’s taking... well enough.”

Yuffie nodded. She understood that. His entire story about Nibelheim had been fairly fantastical in the first place, and Tifa had appeared less than enthused about it at the time; now that they were there, in the place where it all went down and found it whole, Cloud seemed to be taking it a bit too well. He seemed confused more than anything, like someone trying to understand how they should feel.

Yuffie did understand that sort of feeling. Her problem was, instead, that Tifa was concerned, and he didn’t appear to notice that. Instead, he was off with Aerith, and Tifa was there alone - again. It wasn’t the first time, either. She wouldn’t call Cloud a bad guy by any means, but he clearly didn’t know what women wanted; and when a girl like Tifa Lockheart carried a torch for a guy so damned obviously, she could only consider him an idiot.

It was why Yuffie didn’t really bother hitting on Tifa, either. She could see the way she looked at Cloud, even if he himself was blind to it. All the same, neither would she ignore a hurting girl, and if he wouldn’t help she would be happy to try. 

Even if she was awkward as all hell about it.

“I mean, uh…” Yuffie licked her lips. She stopped, but Tifa’s prompting look had clearing her throat. “I definitely get how it is. I’m something of an expert on burning towns myself. I get that it’s… kinda an emotional wreck.”

Tifa raised an eyebrow. 

“And I kinda know what it’s like to see it all burn down -” Yuffie waved her hand “-and then see something else in its place. It’s kinda like seeing a circus being put up in the ashes.”

Tifa blinked slowly. “...You know, that’s exactly what it feels like. This doesn’t feel like home, it’s just -”

“-A sham?” Yuffie offered, and Tifa nodded. “Yeah. Honestly, I just wave at this kinda of stuff as it passes by.”

Tifa stared at her critically. She shuffled out of her hunched pose to roll her shoulders, and Yuffie admired the play of muscles beneath the skin. The black-haired beauty was lean and powerful, like a predatory cat. Smooth muscle, fine skin, great posture… and drop-dead gorgeous. “You’re talking about the Wutai War, right?”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Wutai was a huge place once, but you’d never think that now. I grew up during the entire war, so I saw it all fall apart.” She waved her hand and made an expression like an explosion. “Had all these stories and stuff about Wutai, saw soldiers fight, and then one day it was all gone. Now? Wutai isn’t some military power, we don’t train ninjas or warriors, we’re just a tourist spot.” 

Yuffie leaned back as she kept on talking. “I basically had to train myself, too, because all the teachers? Disbarred. Basically, I saw this great, awesome culture, heard all these stories, but now when I look at it, it’s a damned amusement park.” She looked back at Tifa. “To be honest? Sometimes, I wish it had burned down. Then, we’d at least have some honour left.”

Tifa put her hands on her knees and looked vaguely upward at the sky. She appeared to be considering her words, and when she spoke again, her voice was measured. “I’m not sure if… if I’d agree. I think I’d rather have something than know Shinra is putting up a front to look good. This is just dishonest. You’re… Wutai is…”

“Disgraced?”

Tifa shrugged, and a shy smile found its way onto her face. “Yeah.”

“I get that.” Yuffie also looked up at the sky. “It’s more a feeling for me, because what I see there now is unrecognizable from what it was before. So just, like...I get what you’re probably feeling right now. It’s not the same, but, uh, it definitely doesn’t feel good.”

“It’s a shame to Nibelheim’s memory, I think,” Tifa said at length. “I remember - I meant, I think I remember…” she trailed off briefly. “Well, I saw this place burn. It’s surreal to see it again, only to know it’s just a way of Shinra avoiding responsibility again.”

“Just one more reason to get back at them,” Yuffie said. 

“It’s a long list already,” was Tifa’s wry reply.

“Long is better than one,” the Wutai girl replied almost a touch too smugly. “I know I’ve gotta do something. And, hey, maybe it’s just nostalgia and rose-tinted glasses! But I want to return honour to Wutai.” She leaned in to gently knock shoulders with Tifa. “So, maybe think about returning honour to Neibelheim, huh?”

“I’m not sure I think the same way you do,” Tifa laughed. “But…”

“Do it in the memory of it, then,” she suggested. “Whatever memory that is.”

Tifa shook her head and smiled. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re the vengeful kind of girl?”

Yuffie laughed. “I’m just your average ninja!”

“I thought you said Wutai didn’t train any ninjas anymore?”

She shrugged. “Not many. ‘Sides, that just makes me exotic.”

“You sure are one-of-a-kind,” Tifa replied dryly, but her voice was tinged through with amusement. 

Yuffie winked. “That’s my pick-up line, actually.”

Red eyes rolled with amusement. “Work often?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” She offered with a grin and a wink, but her enthusiasm was met with a chortle and a shake of the head. 

“You’re funny,” was what Tifa said, and it really wasn’t what Yuffie wanted to hear - but she got it. She understood it all perfectly in just those few moments, too. It was why she didn’t try and hit on Tifa in earnest at all - she was very much interested in Cloud, and held that torch for him in a way where everyone else ceased to be an option. At least, insofar as Yuffie understood it; regardless, she wouldn’t press her luck and wouldn’t let it keep her down.

“I try, I try,” was her easygoing reply. “So - you feeling any better?”

Tifa laughed again. “Were you trying to cheer me up?”

“I was trying to let you know you’re not alone,” she huffed, cheek puffed out almost childishly. “Because… I know how that is. And yeah, our situations aren’t the same, and yeah, I know it’s not actually gonna make you feel any better, but I just wanted to let you know this isn’t the first time Shinra’s done something despicable like this. It won’t be the last, either, if we let it keep us down.” 

Tifa looked at her. She didn’t quite appear convinced, but there was something similar to understanding in the crimson of her eyes; a sort of look that said I get what you’re saying. She nodded crisply with her round face and set a hand on Yuffie’s shoulder to squeeze it as one would a friend, and the younger girl preened.

“Thanks,” Tifa said - a simple thanks. “It is good to know we’re all in this together. And that… you know, if we don’t stop this, it’ll keep on happening.”

“Yeah,” Yuffie agreed. “So… Don’t let it get you down too much. Just let it, uh, psyche you up for the future.”

Tifa smiled wistfully. “Well -”

Whatever she was going to say was cut off by Cloud’s return. She stopped immediately and turned to look at him, and there was no small measure of suspicion in her gaze; almost as if she knew something more than she was letting on, or, perhaps, observing for something out of place. Yuffie knew that kind of look well. 

“We’re heading out,” Cloud said a little curtly, as was his usual style. “We have to cross Mt. Nibel to catch up to Sephiroth.”

“He’s… going to Rocket Town?” Tifa asked, to which Cloud nodded. 

“Yeah, it seems like it. I’ve checked around, and…” He trailed off and frowned. “Well, yeah. So.”

Tifa looked at him for a moment longer, then forced a smile. “Sure, Cloud. Let’s get to it before he gets away from us.”

Tifa stood, brushed the imaginary dirt off of her skirt, and tidied herself up. She looked - in Yuffie’s humble opinion - amazing, and the way her waist flared as she brushed herself off, the way her stomach contorted with muscular finesse, and, heck, the snapping of her suspenders across her back made her look worship-worthy. She was hot, and Yuffie was entranced.

Cloud seemed barely affected. Yuffie honestly had no clue in the world how anyone could not be affected by such a sight, especially a fellow hot-blooded person like him, and it sort of just made her feel bad for Tifa. 

Tifa half-turned and offered her hand. It took Yuffie a moment to realize it was being offered to her, and she found herself blinking up at red eyes. 

“Come on,” Tifa urged, and Yuffie accepted her help. Even if she didn’t need it, she wanted to show she was, at least, appreciative of it - unlike Cloud. It also gave her a perfect excuse to stare right up into her pretty eyes, and continued to stare into her pretty eyes even when the strong fighter tugged her up into standing position with a simple flex of her muscles.

They stared at one another. 

Tifa cleared her throat. “Yuffie?”

“Yeah?”

Tifa made a face as if to say I should have to tell you this. “You’re staring.”

“I know.”

Tifa rolled her eyes and laughed softly.

Cloud appeared perplexed.

Yuffie counted it as a win.

There were many things Yuffie hated. Shinra was one of those things. The other, and arguably the one most important to her as a person, was motion sickness.

She was trying her damndest not to throw right up and hurl the contents of her stomach out over the edge of the plane - if it could be called such - as it awkwardly tumbled across the sky like a drunken bird, any capability of flight slowly stolen away from it with each bullet fired by Shinra soldiers. The Tiny Bronco, or whatever it was called, listed badly, smoke pouring off of engines designed for flight, and the way it moved through the air went from graceful to haphazard to something more like plummeting in short order.

It didn’t matter if the Shinra soldiers had poor aim, or if their assault rifles weren’t rated for those distances or targets; even low-caliber bullets were enough to down a plane of their size and construction, and enough filled the air to serve as makeshift anti-air fire. Bullets pinged off the metal frame of the Tiny Bronco and created sparks all across its red skin, and each salvo broke it down further; engines sputtering, propellors dying out, chips of painted metal flying out.

“Stay down!” Berret shouted, though it was entirely unnecessary - no one was keeping their heads up with the bullet storm directed at them. 

Yuffie, at least, held on for dear life, trying not to vomit her guts out. Motion sickness took a whole new meaning when on a plane, and she swore it’d be the last time she was on board anything that could vaguely resemble one - that was, if they survived the current journey. To think that they’d gotten through the mountain, fought through Rocket Town, beaten up Shinra soldiers by the dozens, and were now in very real danger of being gunned down in the air.

“Shit!” Shouted Cid, the pilot who had so generously- if now apparently fatally - helped them out. “The tail’s been hit!”

We’ve been hit everywhere! Yuffie wanted to shout, but she didn’t trust herself to speak and not throw up.

“Right, well, we’re going down!” Cloud shouted, hands clawing at the metal frame of the ship. How the pilot managed anything, Yuffie didn’t know; neither did she care. “Emergency landing!”

Someone else started speaking, but Yuffie was beyond listening. As the plane started to list, she slid along the metal frame until she hit a nook; her hands began to desperately clutch at everything, at anything in reach, holding as tightly as she could manage while screwing eyes down shut. She felt someone grabbing her in turn, but as reassuring as having an incredibly strong hand on her forearm felt in keeping her steady, it really didn’t help when they were plummeting toward the ocean. 

When they slammed into the water, when it sprayed across her, she swore her soul left her body.

The ship took some time to stop, but it seemed, miraculously, to float. People started to talk around her, but Yuffie was honestly too damned motion sick to care; she swore she had died, honestly, because that was how it felt. She shuddered there, body soaked to the bone, trying her damndest not to let her head get all woozy and dizzy. She was honestly sure she was dead; or shot; or just totally gone, her spirit -

“Hey,” said a very feminine voice, “you can, uh, let go now, Yuffie. We’re safe...ish.”

Yuffie’s eyes opened. She stared right into Tifa’s face, and she was captivated. How could she not be? The girl was gorgeous. Stunning, breathtaking, drop-dead beautiful. It was beyond emotion, it discounted feelings; she was just that good-looking. The fact that she was desperately clinging onto her arm only hit her a moment later, and the fact that Tifa was similarly holding onto her forearm to keep her from slipping off the plane only hit after that.

“Oh.” Yuffie pulled back rather belatedly. She flushed red, though it was more from embarrassment out of how childish she’d been rather than any inherent shyness from using Tifa like a lifeline. “Right. Right.”

“You… you feeling okay?” Tifa asked her. The black-haired girl slipped up along the metal frame of the plane to get into something like a side-sitting position, and Yuffie, again, stared. The way her skirt rode up to show off her thighs was beautiful, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever appreciated thigh-high stockings before - but she did so, so much. “You’re kind of green in the face.”

“I-It’s nothing,” she protested.

Tifa raised a concerned brow. “If you’re not feeling okay…”

“It’s just -just get a bit motion sick, it’s nothing,” she lied, waving it off with her hand. “A-anyways…”

“...Temple of the Ancients? That name bothers me -” 

Yuffie’s ears perked up. In search of something to the distract her from the utter embarrassment that was motion sickness in front of Tifa, she looked up at Cloud and Cid. They talked about something she half-missed, but the act of looking had her scanning the shoreline - a very familiar shoreline, in fact. It was clearly off their intended target, but now that she got a good look around, she realized just how close they were to Wutai Village. 

“...Hm,” she spoke up, brushing past her embarrassment to chime in a few words of her own. “How ‘bout goin’ West? That is, if we need to pick a direction or whatever.”

Cloud cocked his head over at her, and even Tifa glanced up curiously. “Why?”

“No reason! No, uh, no reason at all!” She replied, a smile on her lips that probably wasn’t at all convincing given the green shade of her face, but Cloud seemed to buy it.

“...Sure, why not,” he allowed, looking more resigned than anything. “We’ll have to figure out how to sail this thing around, but…”

Oh, no, she lamented instantly. Not more moving…

She plopped herself down, and found everyone else was in much the same state - making themselves comfortable, trying to settle onto the makeshift boat they now had. 

“...Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Tifa asked her pointedly, to which she just shook her head - then nodded her head upon realizing that shaking meant no. 

“Yup, totally, absolutely,” she affirmed several times more than was necessary.

Tifa kept on looking at her. “Why West, anyways?”

“Huh?” She blinked and pretended it meant nothing. “Just ‘cause it’s a good direction. My default direction. For travelling.”

Tifa squinted at her. “You’re not gonna do anything silly, are you?”

She sputtered. “S-silly? C’mon, where would you get that idea from?”

“I mean, it’s not like you haven’t held out on us before,” Tifa pointed out, and, again, she sputtered.

“C-come on, name once.”

“The guards earlier,” Tifa pointed out, and Yuffie winced.

“I had no idea that was going to happen!”

“You were pretty shifty back on the airship with Sephiroth…”

“How was I supposed to know that was the guy you were chasing?”

“You also stole a bunch of Materia from -”

She held up her hand. “Funds for the cause.”

“What cause?”

She winced, then shuffled back. “Hey, look, I’m just a lonely, solitary ninja, no girlfriend and no team to my name! Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, you know?”

Tifa kept on staring. “Why does girlfriend even factor into that logic?”

Yuffie put her hand over her heart. “I wouldn't be led astray if I had a good woman for myself.”

Tifa snorted. “You’re just as bad as…” She trailed off and shook her head, and Yuffie took a chance to grin and wink. 

“I’ve just been doing stuff like this for a long time,” she explained calmly. “Being a ninja means living off of what you can find, and I’m not great at working with, uh, non-ninjas, I guess. So.”

“That seems like an excuse for when you do something dumb,” Tifa pointed out slowly. 

Yuffie just grinned. “Absolutely nothing done being planned here, boobs.”

Tifa blinked at her. “What did you say?”

Yuffie blinked, too. “Wait, did I say that out loud? I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud - “

“Yuffie!”

Inwardly, Yuffie felt smug. Distraction successful! Time to plan… whatever it is…

-

If Yuffie was to think about the definition of something dumb, it would be what she planned. Not to say that she properly planned it; not necessarily at all. She had attacked Shinra in Midgar to make a statement, and to take down the Advanced Weapon Division for what they had done in Wutai; it was their machines, their weaponry, which had been decisive in the fighting. She had subsequently joined up with the splinter cell because she thought they were going to keep that cause alive after she'd bailed out of the city; Avalanche was in shambles, after all.

From there, she knew she needed to get back to Wutai to make a difference. To show that action was successful, that something could be done. She had thought that Cloud's party would keep up that fight on the way, that she'd keep hitting Shinra when they were confused, but that didn't seem to be the case – Cloud was on some vendetta to fight a dude that was probably insane, and their encounters with Shinra minimal besides their last attack on the town. Really, it was insignificant; they didn't even attack the reactor at his home town.

She wasn't happy with that. It felt like they didn't have a goal in sight or a target in mind, and all she wanted was to regain the honour of Wutai. That meant taking down the Shinra Power Company in whatever capacity she could, not gallivanting around. She needed supplies and gear for that beyond what she had on hand, though, and it was the reason she'd joined up with Avalanche in the first place. She would have kept at it, too, had the events inside their headquarters not played out as they had. 

It wasn't, therefore, correct for her to say that she'd planned on running away from the group, or ditching them when Shinra guards posted around the perimeter lands of Wutai found them; neither was it exactly planned when she nicked their Materia in her hasty departure, reckoning that she needed it up in Wutai. It was more out of necessity than it was out of maliciousness, and only because it seemed like their cause no longer lined up with hers.

That was the only reason. She didn't think of herself as malicious in any way, though she took advantage of what she could when she could. It would have been exceedingly dumb to tag along with them for so long when they were all clearly 'wanted', with Shinra – and worse – tailing them. She could have left them for dead at any point in any conflict by stealing their stuff and ditching them; the opportune times had come and gone multiple times.

Maybe it was fondness that stayed her hand, or maybe it was because Tifa was seriously pretty and Yuffie kinda-sorta had a crush on her, but she didn't. She didn't steal from them when it was obvious she could have, and she didn't leave when it was clear their goals diverged. It was only when Cloud took them West and in the clear direction of Wutai that she decided to go for it, and only because her logic held that they wouldn't bother to go to some tourist spot and help her liberate it from cowardice. 

They, after all, had their own goals. It was with a heavy heart that she ditched them, though, and that was mostly because of Tifa Lockheart; but Yuffie thought with more than just her dick, and she knew that the beauty's heart was too set on Cloud to offer her any attention either romantically or physically. 

Of course, the problem then became that she didn't actually think they would follow her and chase her right back to Wutai village. 

Then, the problem was that she didn’t know there was Don Corneo or the Turks in the village.

Then, the problem was that the Splinter Group chased her around, trying to figure out what the heck she was doing, while she was trying to figure out what the Turks were doing - vacation, in part - while also trying to contact the New Wutai Government while also trying to avoid getting kidnapped by some rando Midgar gangster boss- because why was he there? - and subsequently attempting to avoid general capture by any Shinra soldiers because anyone in any sort of Wutai warrior garb was instantly in their sights and -

Things didn’t go exactly well for Yuffie, if she were being entirely honest. She didn’t expect things to go downhill so fast, but it did. Then, she had the Splinter Group fighting with her to take out the Turks trying to weasel the New Wutai Government out of the dark and help beat Don Corneo, along with another selection of Turks that had decided being ‘off duty’ meant that they didn’t need to do anything more than stop the gangster - a series of events so convoluted that Yuffie felt her head hurting.

Then, she was confronted by the people she’d abandoned. 

Then, she was telling them to wait as she led them down into the remains of the oldest fortress to hold out against the Shinra Power Company, and then down to where the New Wutai Government had given her the mission to find and obtain the Ultima Materia to use against their enemies. She could feel the questioning stares of the Splinter Cell on her back the entire time, but that was it; they said nothing as she’d advised them to, for their entry and passage into Wutai’s clandestine freedom fighter’s headquarters was only on her word and by her say. 

“There was no Ultima Materia,” she was forced to confess to their leadership; their eldest warriors, their fighters who refused to back down against Shinra. “It was a lie. Or, it’s not… anywhere close to done, I guess.”

She felt the questioning stares of her friends on her back, but she didn’t say anything to them. There wasn’t anything to say; they just had to listen, and she just had to give her report. 

“We struck a blow to their Advanced Weapons division,” she told them. “We destroyed some new weapon of theirs, and a bunch of other stuff. Sonon - you know. I sent word.”

She didn’t allow their solemn nods to bother her.

“And the… thing that killed him is probably still at large. Around, I’m not sure. I don’t know if it’s strictly a Shinra weapon, but…” She shrugged. “The operation was a failure.”

Discussions were had, and plans needed to be made. Arranging the infiltration mission hadn’t been all that hard, no, but Yuffie’s role as a Materia hunter had been meant to obtain a weapon they could use to fight back - or cripple them. Destroying new weapons and machines only slowed the Shinra machine, and by no means crippled it in any way. They had more resources than the freedom fighters of Wutai could hope to have. Without Yuffie’s non-existent Materia to use against them, they were back in the planning stage.

All while Shinra ran rampant in Wutai itself.

A bad state of affairs, in Yuffie’s opinion.

Then, and finally, the New Wutai Government dismissed them, and they were back in a room together for the first time in a little while -a calm room with tea between them, sure, but with a terse, loaded silence in the air.

“Sorry,” she said at length to break the silence. “About all that.”

Cloud merely sighed. The rest looked uncomfortable, but he looked annoyed. “You led us on a wild goose chase, Yuffie.”

“Technically, I led you on nothing,” she replied with a waggled finger. “You guys followed.”

“You stole our Materia,” he pointed out tersely.

“I took some of your Materia,” she countered with another waggled finger. “Only, like, a third. Just enough to get me by. You’ve seen how infested Wutai is -”

“Don’t care,” he interrupted flatly, and Yuffie sighed.

“Cloud,” Tifa lamented, hand rising - but it was Aerith that put her hand on his bicep to calm him, not her. 

“What… what was all that?” Berret asked her as the silence lengthened.  

Yuffie looked at him. She cradled a cup of tea in her hands, and used it for warmth. “What was what?”

“That,” Berret said, hand waving. “You’ve got an entire organization out there. Shit, if Avalanche had half the shit you do -”

“-That’s all that’s left of Wutai’s military,” she said flatly, almost dejectedly. “Our most powerful warriors, our greatest generals, and our best strategists. There are the only ninjas still willing to fight, and the only soldiers we can scrape together under Shinra’s oppression. Oh, and a bunch of politicians from the actual government who want to do something besides kiss the company’s feet.”

Yuffie looked into her tea for a long moment before shrugging. “We want to reclaim our land; what more can I say? I was sent - uhm, along with Sonon - to Shinra HQ to steal some super-powerful Materia they made. Only, our intelligence was wrong; it wasn’t made, not by a long shot. We left empty-handed. We were going to use it to throw them out of Wutai, but…”

She shrugged half-heartedly, her story finished.

“Look,” Cloud said flatly, leaning forward against the table. “I don’t care about your feelings, Yuffie -”

“Cloud!” Tifa scoffed, scandalized. 

“-But where does stealing our Materia come in?”

“Half!” She protested again, but it was weaker, more idle. “...I dunno. I couldn’t come back totally empty-handed, and with another operative - a good man - dead. And… sneaking in empty-handed isn’t easy with Shinra and the Turks at every single corner, ya know? You saw what we had to fight through. They’re always watching. There are so many. We need everything we can get, and that's not much at all. So. That’s why.”

Cloud humphed. Aireth seemed more concerned with Cloud than she did with Yuffie, but Berret and Tifa mused on her words.

“Nah, I get that, I get that,” the big man said at length. “I’d do anything I could to… well. I have, and I did. But I wouldn’t steal from my friends, kid, and I wouldn’t leave ‘em in the dark about being part of some big conspiracy shit, you get me?”

Yuffie winced. “Well, it ain’t some big conspiracy, though. I mean, it’s just like Avalanche, but too far from Midgar to make a difference there… yet. And unlike Midgar, we can’t do anything here because if we mess up, if we lose, Wutai is gone. They’re not gonna - they’d purge everything. It’s different. They don’t care about us, and barely care about this land.” She sighed. “You know, at one point, they were gonna blow up the mountain just to put a reactor there. It took a lot of time to stop that, and they’re just itchin’ for an excuse to try again.”

Cloud bristled. “If you had problems, you could have said something instead of just acting like a kid -”

“Cloud,” Aerith warned, hand on the blonde’s shoulder, and he sat down. He wasn’t entirely upset, not even really angry, but more pissed that his supplies had been diminished and his apparent goal sidelined for what was, essentially, some small side-quest on his journey. Yuffie understood that; it would piss her off, too. It was exactly what she felt the entire time she was with them looking for Sephiroth, the rogue golden boy of Shinra. 

“Would you have even come if I did?” She pressed. “If I said, hey, gotta go report to my bosses, and by the way, it’s totally out of the way and super dangerous?”

Cloud sniffed.

“I get it; this isn’t important to you guys. It is to me, though. It’s why I left; we’ve been chasing what’s-his-name instead of fighting the baddies, and each day I’m away -” she bit her lip. “I just want to make sure everyone’s okay. Get some orders, do something to help Wutai.”

“Well, you’ve done that,” Cloud murmured. Then, he sighed. “But I’m not sure killing a bunch of Turks is going to exactly stop them from screwing your plans right over, Yuffie.”

“Maybe not,” she allowed with a bit of a somber laugh. “But… they’re getting desperate. I betcha that’s the case. How do they let a gang lord into this city without knowing it, honestly? I bet they’re all scrambling because of that Sephiroth dude, too. There was that war just a bit back, there’s all those destroyed reactors, we totaled half of the weapons division and their boss lady… I dunno. Maybe things are changing.”

She looked at each of them in turn, and each of them looked back in their own ways. She felt bad for what she’d done, and she felt worse that they followed her at all when it clearly wasn’t necessary. Berret seemed the least pissed, though, as if he understood her problems all too well; Aeirith seemed as sympathetic as always, while Tifa appeared a bit sorry for her. Cloud was much as he always was - stoic, lonely, unwilling to bend too far.

“But, I am sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this. This is my problem, and I just thought that, uh, it’d be better if I went for it on my own. So… yeah.”

Cloud looked around, and the rest looked between themselves.

“We’re a team,” Tifa said gently, breaking the silence. “You could have asked us. We’re not gonna just turn you down off the bat.”

Cloud shrugged. “That’s… not wrong.”

“A team,” Aerith affirmed. “And friends; we wouldn’t just let you down.”

Berret nodded. “I think it’s great to know others out here are fighting to make a difference, and, hell, if that informant is really doing you guys a number, this place might be better off than Midgar. But, just like the city, we don’t got much to do. We can’t -”

“Yeah, I - yeah, I know there’s not much we can do here,” Yuffie affirmed, eyes shifting around. “I was just hoping that my bosses could… offer something. Tell me to do something to stop Shinra. But-

“Look,” Cloud said flatly, “Wutai’s problems aren’t our problems. But Sephiroth? He’s everyone’s problem; Wutai, Shinra, Midgar, the planet. So.”

“I know,” she said, and winced. “I get that. I just…” She licked her lips, then shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. We can’t throw them off like this, but the Turks, at least, won’t be on our tail for a while. So that’s probably a good thing, right?”

“No, they won’t be,” Cloud affirmed as he leaned back. “But it won’t stay that way.”

“I think… I’ve done what I can for Wutai from here, right now,” she admitted at length. 

Cloud sighed. “Yeah. So, the sooner we’re off the better-”

“-But,” Yuffie interrupted, and Cloud went silent. “My dad is still in charge, and I bet he’s got something tucked away for us to use. In fact, I’d bet on it.”

“...What’s that supposed to mean?”

Yuffie grinned and leaned forward. “Ever heard of Leviathan?”

Yuffie was sure that Cloud was much more modestly happy with their jaunt into Wutai now that they had the Leviathan Materia to supplement their combat potential, and given that it more than made up for any lost Materia along the way, it could only be a good thing. She hoped that, at least. The treasure map to sunken Wutai war material under the sea could only prove helpful in the future, too, so that restored at least some of the party’s faith in her. And, more importantly, kept their spirits going. 

For Yuffie, it was a bit more of a revelation. The fact that her father, Godo, had hidden away the Leviathan Materia from Shinra meant something; that he’d taken his post as their political hostage to drink himself into oblivion to give Wutai some chance at future life meant something; that he kept up his front until it ate him down into nothingness while knowing that he allowed political dissent to build until revolution brewed meant something; it was like he’d been fighting in his own way for longer than she had, and allowed for everything that went on while taking the entirety of the blame for it.

At least, so he said. Yuffie honestly wasn’t sure what to think about it, and having him drop all of that on her was more than a little bit stressful. So she sat on her crate and she thought pensively to herself about the entire state of affairs that was Wutai: that was her father giving up on a war to preserve their culture to some modest degree, to give them a chance in the future where otherwise there would be none at all, and she did all that while the rest of the team took the modest helping of supplies offered by the New Wutai Government.

She was still very much aware, however, and she could tell Tifa's signature gait out rather easily. Yuffie perked up at her approach, even if only a little. The shapely beauty swung herself around to sit down on a crate just beside her, and the Ninja found herself far too distracted by a pale, invitingly lean stomach than she did with inquisitive eyes directed at her. 

"'Shit's kinda crazy,' huh?" Tifa said, and Yuffie just blinked. 

"Huh? Oh, yeah." She shrugged and leaned back, only to find there was nowhere to lean.

"...It's what you said to me before," Tifa pointed out with amused slowness, and it took a moment for realization to hit. 

Yuffie facepalmed. "Ah, right."

Tifa laughed. "I didn't expect you to remember something that small -"

"-Honestly don't know how I didn't," the younger girl sighed. "Your home is crazy, mine is crazy…"

Tifa put her hands on her knees in an almost picturesque fashion. It surprised Yuffie just how much of a 'good girl' Tifa could present herself as, despite her fearsome combat capabilities. She did not know if those things were mutually exclusive, but for her, they were. 

"At least your dad is still around," Tifa said softly. "And it looks like he's still been caring for you, in his own way."

"A really weird way," Yuffie muttered, then almost belatedly glanced sidelong at Tifa. "And, uh, sorry about your dad, of course. Like -"

Tifa waved her hand, and the red of her armoured forearm glimmered. The paint was heavily chipped to show the metal beneath, and the many scars across its surface were testament to her proficiency at punching people. "Hey, don't mention it. Thank you, of course, but that was a long time ago."

Yuffie wordlessly hummed. 

"At least you seem to be… reconnecting?" Tifa offered, and Yuffie, again, hummed noncommittally. 

"Maybe," she allowed. "Dunno. Takes time for stuff like this."

At that, Tifa smiled. She looked over at Cloud being buddy-buddy with Aerith, then back again. "Don't I know it."

Yuffie was not sure what to say there. She was aware of the complications between the two old friends, and the suspicion that Tifa seemed to carry only intensified as time went on - but the Wutai girl did not know how to even begin to approach such a subject, and Tifa seemed hardly aware of how to put her feelings into anything concrete, either. 

"Anyways," Yuffie settled for, "all's well that ends well, yeah?"

Tifa's lips pulled into a lopsided grin. "That's one way of looking at it."

"The best way," Yuffie assured confidently. 

"Says you."

She shrugged. "For a small investment in Materia, we got better Materia, supplies, and, uh… friendship. So."

Tifa raised her eyebrow.

“Okay, so,” Yuffie started earnestly, “in my defence, I thought this was a great idea, okay? And now it’s definitely a great idea.”

“Well, at least you’re seeing the bright side of it,” Tifa giggled, and Yuffie found the sound to be a real treat.

“There’s always a bright side,” she huffed adamantly.

“What’s the bright side of this situation, then?” Tifa pressed. “Chasing Sephiroth, huh?”

Yuffie squinted. “The friends we made along the way?”

Another laugh. It was hard not to notice that when Tifa laughed hard enough her chest gently vibrated, and Yuffie very much liked that. 

“What?!”

“That is so stereotypical,” she laughed, and Yuffie sputtered.

“Well, I mean, you met me, so that’s the bright side of this whole adventure for sure.”

“At this point,” Tifa kept on laughing, “That’s highly debatable.”

Yuffie pouted and turned her chin up. “I disagree.”

Tifa winked, and Yuffie almost felt faint. It was a shame that she was so hot because Yuffie found it hard to control herself around her. “Sure, Yuffie. Sure.”

Yuffie laughed as well. It was a bit awkward, but Tifa didn’t seem to notice. “Hey, just callin’ it how I see it.”

Tifa leaned back by placing her hands behind her on the crate, and again, Yuffie was distracted. She didn’t blame herself or her wandering eyes for it, though. It was just impossible to stop staring at Tifa when she unintentionally pushed her chest out like that, presenting herself almost on a platter. “...Yuffie?”

“Er -” Her eyes snapped up. “Yeah?”

“Next time, don’t go running off,” Tifa said - demanded, really, but her voice was kindly. “And don’t steal. Makes it hard to trust you.”

Yuffie winced. “Ouch.”

Tifa looked at her pointedly. “That’s how it looks, and you know that.” 

“I know,” Yuffie huffed. “I am sorry. It worked out, though!”

Tifa remained unimpressed, so she licked her lips.

“Yeah, sorry, sorry,” she apologized. “I won’t do it ever again, cross my heart.”

Tifa nodded once. “Good. That’s good. We’re a team, okay?”

“Yeah,” she agreed - mostly because she wanted to agree with Tifa. It was hard not to. Maybe Yuffie was hopelessly pining, maybe she was hoping to get into her good graces, but it didn’t quite matter. 

“We’ll fix everything as best as we can,” Tifa told her, and there was a note of assurance in her voice that even Yuffie didn’t often feel. “I’m sure of it. We’ll catch Sephiroth, and we’ll help you with liberating Wutai, too.”

Her broad smile, her nods, her twinkling eyes, all of it made her almost convincing. Yuffie liked that; Tifa was as self-assured as Yuffie herself was, but tied together in a less cocky, more gentle package. She was polite, graceful, almost like a well-bred girl for some noble family. She wasn’t, but her manners carried her half the way, and her talents the rest. It was nearly impossible for the younger, more cocksure and very much hormonally-inclined Yuffie not to find that terrifyingly attractive.

So, she nodded in assent. “Yeah, we will.”

Tifa winked again. “Then after, you can show me all around Wutai, alright?”

“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed, and pushed her fist out amicably - a display for a fist-bump, which Tifa happily returned. Yuffie felt her heart swell, though she was almost guilty about it; she felt like she shouldn’t allow herself to hope when Tifa was holding a torch for Cloud, but it was damned hard not to take her clearly friendly offer in a much more flirtatious way.

Tifa was drinking. She was drinking… not very hard, not from what Yuffie knew, but she was still drinking. The way she knocked back glasses left Yuffie in something like awe, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a woman do that before but was totally helplessly attracted by it all the same. It looked amazing as her black head of hair flipped back and threw down what looked like straight whiskey, or maybe even some bourbon - she didn’t know, but it looked great.

Yuffie licked her lips as she made her way over to her. If she were being perfectly honest with herself, she felt bad to be anywhere near Tifa at that moment; she knew why she was there knocking back the drinks, and she understood how bad she probably felt right then. She didn’t want to be there purely because what Tifa wanted was not her, and she absolutely did not want to come across as playing her cards when Tifa was in the dumps; that would just not do.

However, the way that the guys around were leering at her and how the current slick-haired dude was hitting on her, she decided her presence was necessary. She sashayed over with her slim, slender hips swinging and her bare stomach flexing with subtle muscle, all of which paled in comparison to what Tifa could do and what she had - her curves were the only things that ever made Yuffie feel like a child. She was a Woman, capital W, and Yuffie was a girl.

Still, it made it easy for her to slip up alongside the drinking woman and flash her a grin, which was returned with all of Tifa’s usual exuberance. The guy hitting on her looked briefly put-out by her approach, and he scanned eyes over her without much of a care; clearly not enjoying what he saw, which rankled Yuffie just as much as it always did. Sure, she didn’t care for guys in the least, but she didn’t enjoy knowing that people wouldn’t look at her twice like that.

“Hey, Tifa!” She greeted, slipping into pace and tapping two fingers on the bar top to get the bartender’s attention. “Sorry I took so long. All good?”

She glared at the random dude staring down Tifa’s cleavage like a shark, but he didn’t care.

“Yuffie,” Tifa said warmly. Maybe she understood that Yuffie was running a distraction, maybe she didn’t, but it didn’t quite matter. “Yeah, all good. Just getting a drink.”

Her warm tone was only slightly marred with disappointment, but Yuffie could hear it. 

The guy made a noise. “Friend of yours, or something?”

Yuffie glared, but Tifa remained kindly as always. Yuffie didn't think the girl had a mean bone on her body, but that very much was not the case.

“Yes, she is,” Tifa affirmed. “We-”

“We were gonna hang out,” Yuffie told him. 

“Cute,” the dude interrupted. “With friends like that, though, you definitely need some company from a grown-up crowd.”

Tifa blinked slowly. “Uh-huh. I mean, I think I’m pretty set in that category.”

“Thanks for that, mister overcompensation,” Yuffie drawled at him languidly. 

He raised his brow. He clearly had too much success in his life to be dissuaded by one minor insult, and treated Yuffie exactly like a kid. “That’s cute. Anyways - Tifa, right? You’re one hell of a girl to knock back drinks like that. Want some top-shelf stuff? We’ve got some great stuff back in our room, if you wanna head back and have some fun.”

“Oh, no thanks,” Tifa brushed off warmly, showing the same level of respect she always did. “I’m good.”

“We’re busy,” Yuffie insisted, rapping fingers on the counter again to get the bartender’s apparently nonexistent attention. 

The man didn’t look at her. “You would have way more fun hanging with us adults, trust me. I know the owner, too. I can get you into all the VIP stuff, if that’s more your thing.”

Tifa smiled dryly. “It’s not, but again, thanks.”

“We’ll let you know if we end up caring!” Yuffie dismissed with a smile.

The man looked at her properly for once. “Kid, are you even old enough to be here?”

Yuffie sputtered. “Uh, excuse you, I’m perfectly legal thanks!”

“Huh.” He looked her over. “Well, we ain’t partied with a Wutai girl before. You’re welcome to join in with your friend. More the merrier, and all that jazz.”

Yuffie wanted to scoff, but then, instead, grinned slyly. An idea came to her, so she leaned into the table. “Hey, maybe I will.”

“Yeah?” He grinned like a hungry shark. Clearly, he was in the mood and on the hunt for one thing and didn’t care where he got it. Likely, if Yuffie or Tifa went with him, they’d find themselves passed around for a few hours and then wake up in the morning in a sweaty heap.

“Yeah,” Yuffie teased, finger sliding out to touch his arm. “Didn’t know you swung that way, though.”

A shadow of a frown passed over his face. “What?”

“Just didn’t know you were up for a girl to dick you down,” she said casually, dropping the crude remark without a thought. “But if that’s how you swing, I’ll save Tifa the embarrassment of rejection and just take you upstairs -”

The man flushed and pushed himself back. “Wait, no, that’s not what I -”

“-It’s pretty open of you to hit on her if you just wanted someone like me to-”

He pushed back. “Yeah, you’re not my type, Kid.”

“Shame,” Tifa drawled, and this time she sounded almost amused to play along. “Guess you wouldn’t swing my way, either.”

“You’re -” The man flushed a little bit more as he pulled away entirely. “You know what? I just remembered I had to -”

“Yeah, sure,” Tifa hummed coquettishly. 

“Later,” Yuffie said, lips popping.

She wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen anyone run that fast before.

Tifa laughed into her cup. “Men. So insecure sometimes.”

“Tell me about it,” she agreed. Again, she rapped two fingers on the bar counter. “So -er. How are you?”

“Fine,” Tifa replied, sounding not fine at all.

“...You’re drinking pretty heavily,” Yuffie pointed out, to which Tifa only shrugged.

“This? This is nothing. Trust me, I can put down my alcohol.”

“No no, I believe you!” She rushed to say. “You said you, like, used to run a bar, right?”

“Hm - yeah, Seventh Heaven,” Tifa replied. “This isn’t anything new to me.”

Yuffie nodded as she thought about how to approach the elephant in the room. “You could probably do this guy’s job better than him, huh?”

Tifa chuckled. “Maaaybe. I know how to mix a mean drink.”

“You gotta do that for me sometime, then,” Yuffie chirped, leaning into the counter with one arm.

“Do you even drink?” Tifa asked amusedly, and Yuffie was forced to laugh shyly.

“Not really… But I’d try!”

Tifa looked down and smiled. “Maybe sometime, then.”

Yuffie looked off, then back again. “So… any reason why you’re at the bar?”

Tifa shook her head. “Not really.”

Yuffie hummed. “Well. Uhm. Just because others won’t keep you company doesn’t mean I won’t, you know? So. If you wanna do something…”

It was the best she could offer, but the way Tifa looked at her told her that she knew what she meant. It wasn’t any secret, either. While Tifa sat at the bar in the Golden Saucer, Cloud was out and about with Aerith on a date. There was no surprise there for Yuffie, not with how close they were, and they rode the gondola all alone doing all sorts of things that she didn’t want to imagine. She was sure Tifa didn’t either, and that was why she was drinking herself away.

She didn’t think Tifa was very happy with that turn of events. Sure, Cloud didn’t say date, but he and Aerith shared a private night together in a manner that could only clearly indicate some romantic forethought, and for a girl like Tifa that clearly had some level of feelings for him, she was sure that was hitting her hard. Yuffie did not know what to say about it, though. She didn’t want to say that outright as if she knew that Tifa liked her, and she didn’t want to make things awkward.

“Thanks,” Tifa said at length. “I mean, I was just planning on spending the night alone, you know. Not really up for anything.”

“I know, I know,” Yuffie said. “Just an offer. Like, ah, a girl’s night, y’know? No reason we can’t have fun if Cloud’s gonna go out on dates.”

Tifa sighed, and Yuffie instantly flinched in realization. “Oh. Sorry. I wasn’t thinking -”

Tifa closed her eyes, and Yuffie stopped speaking. Immediately, she raised her hand and the bartender slipped right on over to pass her another drink - and as she knocked it back, Yuffie’s jaw dropped.

“W-w-wha - h-hey, what am I, chopped liver?” She demanded, palm slapping against the counter. “You come when she calls but not me!?”

The bartender eyed her as he collected Tifa’s glasses. “You old enough to drink, kid?”

As indignant and angry as Yuffie got, she found it totally okay when Tifa started to laugh uncontrollably. She just bawled out into giggles, almost doubling over as she found the interaction utterly hilarious - or maybe she was just so drunk it hit her that easily, but it didn’t really matter. She giggled and laughed enthusiastically, and Yuffie was totally a-okay with being insulted if it brought Tifa’s spirits up.

“You’re pretty funny, Yuffie,” Tifa giggled gently. 

“Thanks?” She thanked, hand rubbing the back of her head. “Uh… anything for a pretty girl!”

Tifa snorted and shook her head. “Just for a pretty girl?”

“Well, a friend too,” the Wutai girl explained casually. “I’m just partial to pretty girls, I’ll have you know.”

“Trust me, all your flirting is well noted,” Tifa giggled against the rim of her glass. 

“Hey, it’s appreciation,” she protested. “I’m appreciating.”

“I feel like it’s the same thing,” Tifa drawled, and Yuffie laughed.

“Maaaaaybe.”

“So maybe you’re flirting with me?” 

She huffed out a laugh as she looked off to the side. “I wouldn’t say flirting specifically…”

“Why not?” Tifa asked, and there was a hint of challenge in her red eyes. It struck Yuffie right then just how noncommittal her words might seem, as if flirting with Tifa wasn’t worth as much as just admiring her for her body - or maybe, Tifa too distinctly passed it off as disinterest in her, much like Cloud. 

“...Look, uh…” Yuffie scratched her jawline, thoughts swirling. “I don’t want to make this awkward, but I kinda thought that you and Cloud were a thing. I’m not that kind of girl.”

Tifa looked away. She rapped fingers on the bar counter, and Yuffie felt her heart beat faster with each tap. “I don’t know why that would make things awkward. Cloud can do whatever he wants.”

“I’m worried about you, not Cloud.”

Tifa looked back at her. “Nothing to be worried about. I’m not a young girl.” 

Yuffie bit her lip. “I just know you kinda, like, had a thing for him. I didn’t want to intrude, that’s all. But, uh, don’t let it get you down? Cloud, I mean. I -”

Tifa shook her head. “I’m not down at all. I’m…”

Yuffie shrugged. “Sure, yeah. Of course. Just - you know, if you wanna talk about it, I’m here.”

The silence lengthened before Tifa broke it. “There’s nothing to talk about. Cloud can be with however he wants.”

“Even if that’s not you?”

Tifa sighed. “Yeah, even if that’s not me. I want him to be happy, and she makes him happy… I guess.” She shrugged. “Look, Yuffie, I appreciate you wanting to talk to me about it, but I just don’t want to think about it.”

Yuffie raised her hands. “I’m not trying to pry, Tifa, honest. I just get what it’d be like to see someone you like get with someone else, so I just don’t want you to feel like you’re alone or something.”

“I don’t feel alone,” the other girl admitted. “I’m just thinking about it. Yeah, okay, I like him - but I’m not some jealous, pining maiden; he can do what he wants, and I’ll do the same. I’ll get over it.”

“That’s the spirit!” Yuffie said cheerfully, arm swinging -then faltered. “Probably? As long as you’re okay and stuff.”

Tifa huffed in laughter. “I’m okay and stuff. I think I just need to work it off. Distract myself.”

Yuffie matched her laugh. “Distract yourself by drinking?”

“Well, that’s one way to do it.” Tifa looked down as she tilted her empty glass around. She set it down flat and leaned back, then folded her arms under her chest. Yuffie’s eyes were attracted down on instinct, and she tried not to stare at the impressive cleavage in front of her. “...Yuffie?”

Yuffie’s eyes flicked up. “Yeah?”

“You’re… staring,” Tifa said at length. She didn’t sound amused, and she didn’t sound distracted. She seemed off. “My eyes are up here.”

Yuffie didn’t bother to deny the statement, and only shyly shrugged. “Ahah… sorry. You were talking about distractions?”

Tifa snorted. “Are you appreciating again?”

Yuffie licked her lips. “Maaaybe. Just a bit.”

“Just a bit?”

“What can I say? You’ve got a lot to, ah, appreciate,” Yuffie explained, eyes flicking right back down. Just a glance, really, but Tifa’s cleavage was far too enticing to resist. “Sorry. Wandering eyes, and all that.”

Tifa stared at her while subtly working her jaw. She didn’t seem offended or annoyed, though she never really did when it came to Yuffie’s clear-as-day staring. Tifa was too nice for that, in her own way. Her look had turned calculating, more like crunching numbers than observing - though there was a fair share of that as red eyes very languorously trailed along the length of the Wutai girl’s body, slipping down across the curve of her chest, down over the flatness of her midsection, and over high-waisted shorts.

“I guess that’s not so bad,” Tifa eventually settled on.

Yuffie wasn’t sure what she heard, so she cleared her throat and cocked her chin. “‘Scuse me? Wandering eyes isn’t so bad?”

“Appreciating,” Tifa elaborated.

“Oh, okay.” She nodded. “I’ll keep that in mi -” the full import of Tifa’s words hit her, and her pupils dilated just a bit. “Oh.”

“I’m thinking that maybe…” Tifa licked her lips. “Maybe I need a better distraction than sitting at a bar, you know? Something a bit more physical.” 

“Sure…” Yuffie followed with a slow nod. 

“Like, a rebound,” Tifa said, and Yuffie stiffened from head to toe. “Work out all these frustrations, you know.”

“I mean… if that’s what you want to do,” was her slow, careful reply, because Yuffie wasn’t really sure how to respond to that. She didn’t think Tifa was saying what she thought she was saying, but…

Tifa made a noise. “What’s wrong? Normally you’re way more energetic, Yuffie.”

Yuffie laughed shyly. “Sorry. Not every day I’ve got a super hot girl saying things like rebounds and stuff. Makes a girl nervous.”

“Does it?” Tifa licked her lips again - quick, furtive, and probing. “I think it’s kind of exciting.”

“Exciting?”

“Liberating.”

Yuffie stared. “I think I can agree with that.”

“You know…” Tifa looked off to the side. “We do have some time for ourselves. And since Cloud’s with Aerith… want to keep my company for the night?”

Yuffie cocked her head. “Sounds like you’re asking me to be your rebound, Tifa.”

Tifa raised a challenging brow. “So what if I am?”

“I think I have to ask if you had too much to drink.”

“Whether I did or didn’t,” Tifa sounded out, “do you think I’m not capable of making my own decisions?” 

“I think you’re capable of everything,” she replied, and meant it honestly 

Tifa smirked. “So?”

Some part of Yuffie wanted to protest against the indgnancy of being a rebound for Tifa, to be someone’s second choice - but, hell, she’d never in her life pass up the opportunity to sleep with Tifa Lockheart. 

“Just because they’re having fun,” Yuffie drawled out slowly with a grin, “doesn’t mean we can’t, right?”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Tifa drawled out. “Bartender? Two more to go. Then -”

“-Put it on smart guy’s tab,” Yuffie finished, jerking her thumb over at the recently-fled playboy.

Tifa and Yuffie shared a grin.

They crashed into the room. They weren't a tangle of limbs like in the stories and they weren't some fierce, passionate force of nature spawned from denied love and mutual desire – rather, it was just a girl that was denied by someone she cared about and needed a rebound to soothe the ache in her chest and the desire in her body. Yuffie was a willing participant carried along for the ride, her breast swelling with the lust she'd carried for Tifa over weeks or travel. She had the hottest girl she'd ever seen in her life in arms reach, and even if she felt a bit bad about being just a body to distract her, she was okay with it.

She made out with Tifa as she was pushed through the room by the bruiser's much more significant strength, and was perfectly happy with it. She locked lips with her using all the skill she understood, which wasn't much – she hadn't exactly slept with anyone seriously before. Kissing, though, was an easy thing for her to do, or so she imagined, and happily embraced the softness of her crush's mouth. She leaned in and was happy to feel lips squishing, and the application of pressure drew out the subtlest of moans.

Tifa sucked on her bottom lip rather quickly, tugging it up into her soft mouth and suckling firmly. She was no tender maiden that needed to be shown what to do, and was a fierce participant in the sexual encounter of her own creation; the last thing Yuffie could have predicted as the outcome of the night, but one she was suddenly grateful for. She let Tifa suck on her bottom lip until stimulation coursed pleasantly through her veins, and she groaned into her with a sort of lust she rarely felt. 

Yuffie's hands greedily cupped Tifa's broad hips and narrow waistline, and a surge of glee filled her. She got to touch Tifa for the first time after salivating over her for so long, and though it seemed surreal, it was anything but. She was real, so real, and even as the ninja squeezed her hips and pushed fingers into her taut waistline to prove it, her mind soaked in the surrealness of the situation. Everything about the creamy-skinned beauty was real, and touching her filled Yuffie with unimaginable glee.

As she was pushed toward the bed and as Tifa made out with her mouth, showing a sort of frenzied hunger that she was sure had been reserved for Cloud, her hands scraped over the leanness of her stomach and the definition of her abs. She pushed fingers against the smooth-skinned firmness of her belly while greedily exploring whatever she could, happy to get the buxom beauty that was Tifa in her hands at last. A part of her – a small part – felt bad about it when she knew the reasons, but those were easy to brush off.

Her hands rose up to grab Tifa's heavy, luscious tits by their undersides, and a grateful groan left her lips as she finally was able to get her hands on the amazing chest she'd been stealing glances at for so long. She did not hesitate as she hefted them up by their undersides, immediately pushing on white cloth and black sports bra in equal measure to properly manhandle the impressive weights in her small palms. She squeezed once, but powerfully; kneading the skin in a way no one clearly had in way too long, judging by Tifa's resulting moan.

“Damn,” the black-haired woman huffed. 

“I've wanted to touch these puppies for so long,” Yuffie admitted with pleasure. She squeezed her breasts eagerly, digging fingers into the skin with relish, bending cloth around her fingers and hefting the incredible weights up in her palms. She pushed down and felt the skin give way, bending around the shape of her in the most distinctly pleasing way she could imagine. “They feel amazing, too.”

“Puppies?” Tifa laughed, her face tinged with the colour of arousal.

“Beauties,” Yuffie corrected. “Your boobs are just amazin', Tifa.”

Her head dove down before Tifa could get a word in edgewise, and with her shirt still on, she practically buried herself in her cleavage. The black-haired girl laughed before letting out a groan as the first kiss landed on her soft skin, then let out another as Yuffie starred up into the lewdness. Hesitation did not hold her back, and she very eagerly planted kisses along the exposed line of her cleavage: letting her lips trail across the rounded flank of one tit before slipping in against the other, her mouth hungrily diving down to pluck at the soft white.

Her round face nuzzled into Tifa's chest while her hands went at her and squeezed, groping the fullness of her breasts with a hunger that was downright sinful. She bent cloth and elastic fabric around as she massaged them with all the intensity she could manage, and her clever ninja-fingers dove down into choice spots. It took her barely any effort to find her nipples through it all, and she applied pinpoints of pressure that had Tifa gasp sharply – and through it all, her mouth dove down, planting wet mark after wet mark along the inner slopes of her breasts, peppering them both with slick kisses. 

“You don't even know how good that feels,” Tifa sighed, head rolling. She allowed Yuffie to bury herself in her cleavage, and the younger girl took advantage of that as she kissed and suckled at whatever was in reach while hands groped and kneaded. “Oh, Yuffie...”

Yuffie was sure her cock went ramrod straight because of that itself. Hearing her name spill from Tifa's lips in a sexual manner set her off hard, and every bit of her blazed with anticipation. The feeling was rewarded as Tifa's own hands moved along the length of her body, sliding down to caress her stomach before landing on her shorts- and then impatiently, hungrily starting to tug. Her button was popped, her fly dragged down mercilessly, her underwear brushed aside so that the girl could get to grips with her cock: the object she wanted to fulfill those desires she'd left burning up inside of her.

None of it was passion meant for Yuffie, but she loved it anyhow. She squeezed Tifa's breasts and kissed at the upper slopes before starting to rise and plant kisses along her neck, and the beauty soaked it up with soft little moans and sighs. Her hands pulled at shorts and fingers immediately wrapped around the thickness of her dick inside. Yuffie gasped at that soft brush of pleasure, then moaned more throatily against her neck as a hand wrapped securely around the thickness of her already stiff dick. 

“Fuck, you're not small,” Tifa said. Her fingers squeezed around Yuffie's dick to draw out a gasp, and her lips pulled away from the softness of her neck. “Holy shit...”

She stared down for a brief moment of admiration as her hands pulled along her dick, almost as if mapping out the shape and heft of it. Yuffie was by no means small, and she'd always known it. A good eight inches of cock meant that she could rather happily boast if she wanted to, and clearly Tifa hadn't been expecting that at all. The admiration in her eyes almost made Yuffie feel stiffer, if such a thing could ever be considered possible.

Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but it didn't matter – the two didn't linger long enough for that to be a thing. The brief lull was instantly broken as they went back into a fit of motion, and Tifa pushed her back toward the bed once more rather insistently. Yuffie landed on it with a huff and sat up, only for Tifa to push her down flat by her shoulders. The gorgeous girl then snapped at all the straps, garters, and suspenders on her body to make them go slack, quickly pooling on the floor in a tangle of black elastic.

Yuffie sat up again eagerly, her cock pointing up from her shorts like an iron spear – and was pushed right back down again. Tifa hooked her fingers into her white top and tugged it up, showing off a sports bra that was only really meant to cover half of her breasts at any time – just enough to support, not enough to cover. The girl knew what she was packing and how to show off, and Yuffie loved that. She loved it even more when the sports bra was tugged up and over her head with an easy sweep, and the resulting drop-and-bounce of her tits was like a work of art.

“You are sooo gorgeous,” Yuffie admired as she sat back up, only, again, to be pushed down. Tifa merely laughed at her words as she got down and straddled her waist, prompting Yuffie to both shuck off her shorts and to grab hold of her hips. The black-haired beauty leaned down to messily lock lips with her again, but the nakedness of her chest meant that they swung forward and sank down against her still-covered breasts in the most groan-inducing way possible.

Tifa’s hips rose as they lip-locked and made out with one another there on her bed, almost in shameless defiance of what Cloud and Aerith were surely doing. Tifa didn’t seem to care as she rolled her hips against Yuffie’s dick, sliding her undergarments across its pulsating length. She moved with passion and not a conscious thought, but that suited Yuffie just fine; if the beauty wanted to commit headlong to the lewdness and not think twice, she wouldn’t, either. 

Her hands lifted to grab hold of her curvy body and ravenously explored the width and depths of her curves. She loved how Tifa felt against her, and she happily sent fingers pushing into fit white skin just to explore. She touched whatever she could and palmed the rest, all which sent delicious breasts pooling against her chest while a hot mouth tangled with her own. Hips pushed and rolled to slid a cloth-covered core against her, stimulating her dick more and more with each passing moment, with each needy, bucking roll.

It felt amazing, and it was moving fast - so fast that Yuffie found herself dragging off a skirt in a haphazard rush before moving on to dig fingers into the surprisingly minimal underwear Tifa had chosen to wear beneath her scandalously short skirt. She didn’t even get the chance to do much as Tifa rolled her hips and bucked her hands right off of her, then slid her own hands down into the gaps of their bodies - touching, probing, feeling, all the way down to the stiffness of her dick. 

She grabbed hold of it to Yuffie’s sighing pleasure, and lips kissed more forcefully for it. Fingers squeezed as she hefted the thick slab up, and Yuffie was all too eager to allow it. Tongues tangled and twisted, hands rose to start massaging pleasant side-boob that squished against her chest, and her cock pulsated as a strong hand tugged it up. She felt the thickness smack up against Tifa’s core in a sort of frenzy of motion that left her dizzy, because things were moving fast - they were throwing themselves into it head-first, taking no time to think.

Tifa wasn’t hungry or passionate for her, just in general. She was needy, deprived, horny, and filled with a frantic energy that wanted to be spent elsewhere but couldn’t be; maybe she threw herself into it all head-first to try and assuage herself that she made the right choice, or perhaps it was to drown out her thoughts; Yuffie honestly did not know, but she supposed it was fine. She didn’t see a problem with it at all, and she, above all, wanted to be there for Tifa. With her, too. In her, a close first.

She was aware of the fingers hooking into undergarments, though she saw nothing as she kissed plump lips until her mouth felt raw. She only groaned when a strong hand hefted up her meaty pillar of a dick to send it slapping against a puffy core that was just begging for attention, and Yuffie’s pulse kicked into overdrive to feel it; she bucked her hips up as Tifa did the same in turn, rolling into her, grinding herself against the thickness of her shaft. It was what she wanted, what she craved, and the movements were so insistent they almost blindsided Yuffie.

She felt Tifa’s raw arousal, and wondered how long the girl had been waiting for someone that didn’t look at her the right way. She felt bad; but she was gleeful that she could be the one to satisfy the busty beauty. She conveyed the raw depths of her appreciation in the power behind her kiss and the eager touches of her hands, showing Tifa that she was thoroughly admired by her in every which way possible - she wasn’t just a hot body to be enjoyed, a pretty face to be admired.

She supposed it was somewhat marred by the fact that she was going to fuck her, but that was just fine. 

Tifa shoved the cock up against her sodden lower lips, and Yuffie groaned at the touch of squishy petals against her tip. She shuddered and flexed her stomach to push up against Tifa, but the girl’s hand controlled her; she controlled her as she dictated the senseless pace of it all. She kept the cock braced and steady as she rolled her slickness against the head of the shaft, then pressed down and against her to send the girl-dick positively vibrating with need. She wanted it so, so badly, and feeling the insistence behind everything that Tifa did was almost overwhelmingly mind-consuming. 

Tifa didn’t break the kiss as she braced the dick securely against her entrance and started to push backward. She slid herself onto her shaft with a backward press, driving herself onto the turgid pillar she had lifted, and a potent groan left her lips to feel it. She knew what was happening, and she helplessly lost herself in the kiss as it did; nothing was in her ballpark right then, nothing in her corner, and she was helpless to Tifa’s whims. She could do what she wanted to her, and that would suit Yuffie just fine.

It most certainly did as a warm heat bathed her dick in just a few scant seconds as she was treated to the glorious warmth of Tifa’s insides right then and there. Nothing to mark it, nothing to punctuate it, but a very simple and very rough backward push that saw her thick, hoisted-up meat sliding into her core in just a moment. The black-haired beauty making out with her moved hungrily as she attempted to satiate her deep urges and cravings, and with just a skilled backward shove, sent herself sliding onto Yuffie’s cock right then and there. 

Both of them groaned into one another’s mouths, but that was all there was to mark the lewd descent. Nether regions were joining together, and all they offered were moans and husky sighs in between traded kisses. Tifa was too hungry, too horny, to take it slow, and hips pushed back as she hungrily started to shove herself full of thick cockmeat. She pressed back with her potent hips, sliding the first few inches into her in a rush of movement, and Yuffie was shocked at just how easy it was; how welcoming and wet her pussy felt in spite of everything, and just how perfectly she was able to press back against her. 

It happened quickly, so quickly, and all as wide hips pushed backward to shove the shaft into her tight core. Yuffie loved it, though, and groaned happily at the sensation of having her shaft firmly stroked by her warm inner walls. The moulding touch of the soft pink left her in bliss, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt something that felt that good before. The wetness, the clinging heat, the supple, velvety squishiness, all of it combined to offer a potently dizzying sensation. Her fingers dug hard into the curves of Tifa’s body as pleasure rocked her, and hips jerked up uncontrollably to slide more inside.

The kiss broke with a wet slurp, and a beautiful face panted down at her. “Damn, you feel big. That’s really nice.”

“Y-yeah?” Yuffie huffed, face red. The pleasure clearly hit her harder than it did Tifa, and she simply adored the feeling of her tightness wrapped around her shaft. She was so squishy and smooth from top to bottom that it had her throbbing, and the sensation was positively lip-biting. “Honestly, you feel as amazing as you look, Tifa. That’s sayin’ a lot, trust me -”

Before she even finished speaking, Tifa laughed. The powerful girl pushed herself up with hands clamped down on Yuffie’s shoulders and instantly got up into a rough sitting position - but that had the added effect of almost brutally shoving herself backward against the meatiness of her cock, driving it up into her tight insides in a rush of movement that was utterly blinding. The pleasure of having her sensitive shaft just rammed up into hot, tight insides was the epitome of bliss, and she moaned out drunkenly at the sensation. 

“Fuck,” Tifa groaned. She whipped her head around to send her hair flying behind her, then rolled her neck to bite her lip. “That’s really - really good.”

“Shit,” Yuffie swore, hands digging into the wide berths of Tifa’s hips. “Y-you’re tellin’ me!”

Tifa moaned wordlessly as she rolled her hips in her hands, grinding the cock that had been so unceremoniously shoved into her cunt. She stimulated her insides with it, squishing walls out against it and wedging them out nice and wide, much to their groaning bliss. Fit stomach muscles flexed in stark relief with each enthusiastic roll, and biceps gently tensed with strength as they held Yuffie down by her shoulders. It was all distinctly pleasurable, and the young ninja girl could only stare up at her partner in awe. 

She barely understood the alluring situation she found herself in, but she loved it. She liked seeing abs flex in front of her and a powerful chest quiver with fleshy motion, and she adored the simple flexing of tight inner walls around her throbbing bulk. She bit her lip just like Tifa was and enjoyed the writhing squishiness around her cock, all while juices started to squelch and bubble up around her. Tifa was almost desperately horny, and Yuffie could tell from just how wet she was; and it only thickened with each passing moment.

Tifa breathed out through her nose and smiled down at her. “You don’t mind if I take you for a ride, do you?”

The breathless question delighted Yuffie in all the right ways. “Not at all.”

“Good,” Tifa declared, teeth bright all across her smile. 

Her wide hips pulled up, and Yuffie was again left in blissful satisfaction as her cock slid through the lush warmth surrounding her. She moaned at the pleasurable feeling of silken pink rubbing against her and she sighed as the hotness of her tunnel rippled pleasantly, which prompted her to dig her fingers into the creaminess of her partner’s skin. Tifa moved heedless of that, and simply extracting inches of rock-solid dick from her tight pussy in a potent rush of movement that was entirely indicative of her sheer want.

Yuffie loved it, though. She loved seeing those wide, gorgeous hips rise up and pull her cock out, and she adored the feeling of being inside of Tifa more than she ever thought she would. As that blissful satisfaction carried on through her she watched breasts bounce up high, and she admired the perfect roundness of her partner’s chest: a fullness that seemed downright incredible, and yet with a weight that had them gently slumping down with perfect lushness - the idealized kind of chest as far as the young ninja was concerned. 

“Damn,” Tifa swore as she rolled her hips and used her fit stomach to drop herself down, almost slamming herself onto the cock she’d so quickly taken. She stopped short of just hammering down, but her movements were more than close enough as she sent herself sliding all in against it and filled herself right back up to the brim with a good, hard cock. The meaty inches of Yuffie’s shaft pushed into her and sent juices squelching, and the joy that came with being buried right back inside that sopping warmth pleased her more than she could easily express.

“S-shit, Tifa,” she sighed. “You feel amazing. Honestly, honestly amazing…”

Words were met with another series of rolling hips and a contented groan. Muscles flexed as Tifa’s hands roved down off of her shoulders to plant themselves down on her stomach, using that as her new handhold to pin the girl down and ride her. She stimulating the cock with her inner depths as hips bucked, the sensation of sliding, writhing walls becoming even more intense. They squished into her hard bulk with each buck and roll, almost as if Tifa was using it as a toy to stimulate herself.

The red-eyed beauty sighed as she ragged herself right back up in that same forward bucking motion, causing her textured pussy to slide up against the vascular underside of her meaty shaft. Yuffie groaned and swore as the sliding of pink sent her into a tingling fit, and she clenched her fingers down against the rapidly rising waist. She let out another curse as the warmth rippled around her, clenching down in relish at its prize. 

Tifa dropped down with that same bucking roll, sending her sopping insides sliding against the hard cock. She pushed down in a fit of motion, driving it up into her depths, filling them right out with dense cockmeat. Inches of it pushed into her until Tifa was flush with Yuffie’s lap, then she rolled her powerful waistline to grind the dick inside of her. It was quick, harsh, and oh-so-pleasant, which was made all the more so when the busty girl rose up again to drag herself off - then slam right back down in a fit.

That was the best way to describe Tifa in that moment, as far as Yuffie understood. She moved in a hungry fit; her waistline bucking, her hips shoving forward to mercilessly grind the shaft inside of her, and then moving to slide her in and out. She was fairly rough in her movements, with each one growing more and more intense each time she dropped her hips. They rose, drawing the cock out with a pleasant rippling, and dropped straight back down to mercilessly fill the length of her tunnel with the hardness.

Tifa seemed so hungry for it that it blew Yuffie’s mind, but she loved it. She was needy and horny, and it had her pinning down and riding the young Wutai girl right then and there. She needed the satisfaction and relief, and that was perfectly fine by her - she was happy to watch it and see it and feel it. The pleasure that came with having her cock shoved into Tifa was even better than watching her pretty face contort or her magnificent breasts bounce, and her hands desperately clenched all the more.

“You’re big,” she moaned, “so big.”

Tifa’s words were mostly to herself, despite spilling freely from her lips. She had nothing to talk about, nothing to really say, and just committed to the lewdness with a desire that had been weeks in the making. She might not have wanted Yuffie, but she needed her in that moment - and for those moments, Yuffie was her prince charming. At least, so the girl would have liked to believe. It didn’t really matter if it was mutual passion or something else so long as they continued to feel good with each other, and they very much did that as the sound of flesh on flesh contact began to intensify. 

“You are just so gorgeous,” she told Tifa as the black-haired girl rode her hard and fast, hips sliding down to thump against her pelvis then rock back with a grinding roll. She caressed her wide waist and touched her flexing abs as she bounced on her, and she loved it. “So pretty, and you feel amazing.”

“Yeah?” Tifa asked with breathless lust, and Yuffie affirmed it readily.

“Oh, yeah. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Her own hips bucked up in tandem with her movements, more thoroughly impaling her on slick cockmeat. She thrust up into her while hips dropped down, and the clapping of skin reverberated across the room. Yuffie was not in control, though. Tifa’s hands pinned her torso down, and she shoved her palms flat against her taut stomach to ride her roughly. She was in full control, and she used it to actively flex her waist and slam herself down on the turgid rod again and again with clear glee - and didn’t care for anything more. 

“You’re only saying that because you wanted to fuck me,” Tifa said with another breathless laugh and an even more breathless moan, to which Yuffie laughed. Her hands slipped back to cup the wonderful softness of her ass, and she squeezed the fleshy hemispheres as they bounced up and down. Tifa moaned receptively at her touch, and threw herself down all the more fervently for it.

“I definitely wanted to fuck you,” Yuffie admitted, “but it’s just because you’re so damn pretty. Prettiest girl in the whole world, I swear.”

Tifa looked pleased by her words. Maybe she was just that easy to pleased when she was feeling both denied and horny, but Yuffie didn’t care. She happily heaped on her praiseful words as Tifa dropped her hips and fucked herself onto her thick slab of a cock time and time again, filling herself straight up with something she so desperately craved and filling the Wutai girl with pleasure in the process. Walls fluttered and squeezed around her rod, and the thickness pulsated more and more by the moment. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Yuffie groaned out at her, “and the way you’re moving your hips - so perfect.”

Breasts bounced up and down lewdly with each enthusiastic drop, and the flesh seemed to almost careen outward as hips enthusiastically bucked. Hard, frantic motions saw Tifa’s body bounce in her lap over and over, showing just how eagerly she went at her cock. Her stomach flexed, her waist bunched up, and her hands tensed as she fitfully fucked herself down over and over again, taking the shaft into her with raw glee. She did not stop for one single second and just kept going, riding her shaft for all it was worth and then some. 

Pleasure surged through Yuffie more and more with each passing moment as Tifa so greedily slammed herself onto the thick cock. Her cunt gobbled it all up to the base as her hips clapped against her pelvis, and the ninja moaned out as soft thighs caressed her waistline. Tifa’s own moaning was constant and thick, like a purring sound of approval from a cat. It was a true delight to watch her go at it and satiate herself, and Yuffie was more than happy to be the one to show her the good time she’d been denied. 

“Fuck,” Tifa panted, “Forgot how good this felt - ah -!”

Hips dropped at an incessant, merciless beat, and pleasure filled Yuffie straight up to the brim. She huffed and sighed and groaned as she dug fingers into Tifa’s ass and thrust up into her warm core, slamming into her in time with dropping hips. Skin clapped and filled the air with lewd smacking, and generous, womanly curves all wobbled frantically as bodies bucked into each other. The repeated bounces sent pleasure into both girls, and they happily indulged in the shameless, frantic movements of the moment.

It soaked straight into Yuffie’s brain, though, and made the pleasure almost overwhelming. Tifa was clearly experienced, but Yuffie, not so much at all. It was too intense to feel her cock sinking into her lush depths again and again at such a frantic, eager pace, and she felt herself starting to throb with undiluted need in mere minutes. Her balls tensed and readied themselves no matter how hard she tried to hold on, and it showed in the tightness of her face, the grit of her teeth, the concentration on her brow. 

“T-Tifa, I’m close,” she warned. “I’m going to - I’m close, but I can keep going after just -”

“Don’t talk so much,” Tifa huffed, pleasure thick in her voice. “It’s fine, I don’t care, I’m not stopping now -”

She kept on riding, kept on thumping down and making skin clap noisily. Her core swallowed up her throbbing cock even as it throbbed and swelled into thicker life, and even as Yuffie’s face tightened in concentration, she was slamming herself backward with the same wild passion as before. She didn’t let up, even as the shaft pulsated harder and harder with raw, physical need, leaving Yuffie to just try and fight to hold on - but the tightening of her face didn't translate to self-control, and it rapidly fell apart.

As Tifa slammed down hard and fast, riding her recklessly, Yuffie lost control. She couldn’t hold on, and with eyes shut and fingers clenching down around soft skin, she thrust up mindlessly - and with a hoarse groan, she came violently. It was immediate, and it was enough to make her eyes want to roll. Ropes of cum launched out from the tip of her cock and directly into Tifa, slamming up across pink folds and clenching walls in a rush. Hot gushes of white surged out as if from a firehose to plaster her tunnel in a rush of gooey thickness that was almost shocking, but made all the more intense as Tifa spasmed and gasp.

“S-shit!” Tifa gasped. Her curvy body flung herself forward, and she dove down partways before her hands tensed up and arrested her fall. Her head flung back and sent black hair whipping around in a sheet of pure black, and her face filled with something like numbed bliss as she enjoyed the feeling of hot cum filling her unprotected insides. “F-fuck!”

Yuffie grunted and kept herself firmly pushed inside of her sopping tightness as she blew her load into the girl she’d been so attracted to since she’d first seen her. It was something she never expected, and it was almost as if her body worked overtime to make sure it was real and as a result. provided the thickest ropes of cum possible. All that hot, gooey baby-batter drenched Tifa’s cunt in white, plastering every square inch of it in a warmth that blew the girl’s mind. 

Hips rocked and bucked to draw out every last droplet of cum from the spasming shaft, and through it, Yuffie groaned. Her face formed an expression of bliss as she sent ropes flinging up into Tifa’s cunt, and a warm pleasure coated her skin from head to toe. A fuzzy blanket of satisfaction filled her, and in that lazy moment she stared up at the gorgeous, buxom form of Tifa on top of her. She took all of her cum with satisfaction, and that delighted her.

“H-holy shit,” Tifa swore after a long moment of panting - but Yuffie was too busy staring at her swinging breasts to take note of the wild look in her eyes. “That’s a lot, Yuffie.”

“Yeah,” Yuffie panted in turn, hands casually groping Tifa’s curves. There was so much to enjoy, and she didn’t want to stop doing it. “Warned you.”

“You didn't,” Tifa laughed. 

“Eh - kinda did.”

Tifa sat up straight and whipped her hair around, then ruffled her bangs with her fingers. “That’s not all you’ve got, though, right?”

“Not at all,” she replied happily, eyes raking up and down all of Tifa in all her curvy glory. “Trust me, I’ve got more in me!”

“I am trusting you,” Tifa husked. Hips started to roll again, wasting barely a moment between climax and motion. Cum was stirred with gently squelching movements, and the feeling was intense. “Because I don’t want you to be the only one getting off tonight…”

Shit got weird. Again.

The Temple of Ancients proved to be a total mess. A strange, strange mess, to be sure. The events with the Turks, with Cait Sith, The Black Materia, everything Sephiroth said - it all went crazy. Crazy enough where Cloud got mind controlled by the white-haired freak that wanted to destroy the entire planet, and handed over the Materia. It was so damned strange that none of it made sense, much less when Aerith decided to just outright leave the party to find her way to something called ‘The Forgotten City’ by herself.

He seemed despondent. Enough to be a serious concern, but not enough to demotivate him - not after Barret convinced him to keep on going after the girl. Honestly, Yuffie could almost sense Tifa’s hesitance in it all as if she knew more than she was letting on - she had been since Gongaga town - but she still encouraged Cloud to chase after Aerith and help ‘his girl’. The ninja felt bad for her to have to see her crush chasing off after someone else, but she remained too awkward to say anything about it.

Yet, there was surprisingly little awkwardness between them since their first time together -or, rather, since it got cut short halfway through because Cait Sith stole the Keystone. Tifa seemed perfectly happy to be around her, and didn’t act shy or strange or awkward about having slept with her on a whim to get rid of the strange feelings that came with Cloud taking Aerith out on a date. Yuffie found it a bit awkward, if she were being honest; but that was okay, so long as Tifa was okay.

Tifa treated it as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and instead seemed more refreshed than anything. She was relatively jovial as they moved through Bone Village, then up into the forest beyond, then down toward The Forgotten City - hot on the heels of Aerith. Things didn’t go smoothly, though; anywhere near as much as she would have wanted, and things only got messier as Cloud was subject to a second mind-control event by Sephiroth. Things were strange, insane, and deadly beyond measure; for a moment, it looked like Aerith's life was on a knife’s edge when the buster sword hung heavy in the air - only for Sephiroth himself to descend and try to take their friend’s life.

Only, he hadn’t. It seemed like he would - Yuffie honestly believed Aerith was dead - but she wasn’t. Wounded, perhaps, but very much alive, and in spite of all that, the danger, the near-death experiences, the mind-control and the reveals by their foe, they kept going for more - partially powered on by Barret, mostly continued on by Cloud’s obstinacy, their chase after the white-haired former SOLDIER went on. 

Yuffie found it all moving at such a breakneck pace she barely realized it when they reached a place called Icicle Inn and were able to take a break for a while, and by then, sitting still felt just strange. They’d fought, and nearly died. They had seen a companion betray them for the Keystone, then die to grant them passage. They’d learned of a deadly new weapon that Sephiroth planned to use, and nearly been destroyed by him. Aerith almost died. 

It was all moving so fast that it seemed as if things had been kicked into high-gear, and by then, settling in felt strange to her. She felt it in her blood; she needed to calm down in a way that just sleeping wouldn’t help, and she didn’t have the energy to go out and smack a punching bag for an hour to drain her. She wanted to do something, wanted some sort of comfort, felt a desire for something that she couldn’t quite place yet knew it left her a frustrated knot.

She walked around the perimeter of the Inn, then back inside to just roam. She walked up and down hallways, spacing more to get the energy out than to do anything else, and found herself a frustrated knot anyhow. She held her hands behind her head and stretched as she paced, and feet made nary a noise despite the heavy footfalls. Long, lean legs sprung out with each step she took, and her bare midriff flexed as she stretched arms up high. She sighed, and exaggeratedly blew the hair dangling over her eyes back up onto her forehead - then watched it flop lazily.

She was pacing to get the energy and frustration out, she knew that. She did not, however, know why Tifa was pacing, but seeing her up ahead walking back down the hall in what looked like a frustrated fit caught her up short. Her room was just by Yuffie, but the young ninja hadn’t picked that particular place to pace - or maybe she had. She didn’t know. She just let her feet carry her, and if that was where it was, that was where it was. Tifa, though…

Yuffie cleared her throat. “Hey, Tifa.”

“Hm? Oh, hey.” Tifa’s eyes took a moment to focus on hers. Her voice wasn’t quite listless, but it wasn’t eager, either - more distracted than anything. She understood full well why that would be so; she couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to see your childhood friend and crush just start making out with another girl. Or, well, she supposed she would, if Tifa made out with Cloud in front of her. 

Tifa stopped in front of her, and Yuffie did the same. It felt thoroughly awkward, and she wasn’t sure what to say or do. “So… Uh. Shit’s crazy?”

Tifa huffed with a tiny measure of amusement. “Yeah. Crazy.”

They both cleared their throats. 

“Can’t, uh - can’t sleep either?” Yuffie asked, hands still held behind her head. She willed herself not to stare at Tifa’s cleavage, but when they were so close her boobs practically popped into her face.

“Not really,” Tifa replied, still sounding distracted. “Too much to think about.”

Yuffie nodded understandingly. “A walk to get the energy out?”

“Yeah, guess so,” the brawler affirmed. 

Silence again.

“So… Pretty good that Aerith’s pulling through, huh?” 

Tifa winced, and Yuffie instantly felt bad.

“Yeah, of course,” Tifa said on instinct. “She’s our friend, and it’s good that she’s pulling through.”

“Yeah,” Yuffie parroted. “Of course.”

There was a bit more silence.

Tifa cleared her throat. “I am happy, I mean. I’m not an idiot. It just stings a bit that I had to see them - yeah. But I don’t, for a moment, feel bad or jealous. It’s great that she’s alive, and Cloud is doing good to see her healthy.”

Yuffie held up her hands. “Hey, no need to explain yourself to me. I totally believe you.”

“Right.” Tifa nodded. “Uh - thanks.”

“Hey, if you ever need a shoulder!” She laughed, and patted her shoulder theatrically. 

Tifa just sort of stared at her. “Thanks. Not many people would offer that.”

“Nah, I’m sure they would,” she affirmed. “For you, they would.”

“Maybe. But some people are genuine, some aren’t, and some wear their hearts on their sleeves.”

Yuffie cocked her head. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“What, the ‘hearts on their sleeve?”

She snapped her fingers. “Yeah, that.”

Tifa smiled and laughed softly. “It’s a good thing, Yuffie.”

“Ah.” She clicked her fingers and snapped it into a fist. “Cool. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Will you keep that in mind as much as you keep your eyes on my chest?”

Yuffie strangled up a laugh as she guiltily raised her eyes off of Tifa’s cleavage. “Sorry; can you blame me? You make this really distracting, Tifa.”

Tifa laughed pleasantly, as if happy for the praise. She put both her hands on her wide, naked waist, then leaned forward at the hips - intentionally sending her chest bouncing toward Yuffie as if on a platter, her cleavage presented in the most eye-catching and mouth-watering way possible. The look in Tifa’s eyes showed that she knew what she was doing with it, too, and there was some measure of curiosity buried in beautiful red eyes; almost, perhaps, as if she wanted to see the attraction in Yuffie’s face to make sure of her authenticity.

Yuffie could only put it down to a spurned girl wanting approval or acknowledgement, but she really did not know why Tifa did it. All she knew was that she found it incredibly hard not to stare at her breasts right then, and she swallowed roughly as their brief encounter took a turn for the sexual far too quickly. 

“Distracting, am I?” Tifa teased, and Yuffie had to wet her dry mouth.

“Okay, doing that is totally not fair,” she protested.

Tifa drew backward and folded her arm up until her hand rested by her shoulder in an almost schoolgirl-like fashion. “Don’t like it?”

Yuffie snorted and shook her head. “I definitely didn’t say that.”

Tifa grinned. “I love how honest you are, Yuffie.”

“Now you’re just plain teasing,” she whined, face red. 

“Is that a bad thing?”

Yuffie considered it. “No, no, it’s really, really not.”

Tifa folded her arms under her chest. She stared at Yuffie for a long moment, then back down the hallway - then back again. “You said something about… walking the energy out, didn’t you?”

“What?” Yuffie squinted. “Oh, yeah, I did. Restless after all that, uh, excitement.”

Tifa hummed wordlessly. “Same here. Walking really isn’t helping, though, is it? It’s not for me, at least.”

“Not really,” she said slowly, eyes flicking up and down between cleavage and red irises. 

“Need something a bit more physical, I think.”

“I might be thinkin’ the same thing.”

Tifa licked her lips quickly. “You know, my room is right here…”

“Is it?” Yuffie looked over needlessly, if only to buy herself time to think. “Funny coincidence.”

“You said something about a shoulder,” Tifa positively husked. “How about something stiffer?”

Yuffie felt a tingle run along her spine. 

There were a lot of things Yuffie dreamed of doing in her life. Being on top of Tifa, running her mouth along her flat stomach, was definitely one of those things. It was a big one, actually. Being able to press kisses along the length of her abs was delightful, and getting her tongue to leave a trail of wetness across the gently defined ridges was absolutely pleasant. She loved being able to worship her ever-so-softly defined stomach with her lips, she did not really know why; it just felt right, and the way that Tifa threw her head back into her pillows absolutely pleased her. 

“Fuck, Yuffie,” the gorgeous dark-haired girl sighed. One hand buried itself in Yuffie’s short, dark hair, and the other gently groped her own bare breast. She sighed and bucked her hips, which remained captured in the Wutai girl’s hands; fingers effortlessly moving over clips and clasps that held her elastic suspenders in place, making sure to flick each of them off before dragging her skirt down long, lean legs. 

Her mouth didn’t stop moving the entire time. She kissed along the length of her stomach, worshipping the flat plane of her abs with relish, and Tifa mewled with each lustful touch. She left wet marks in her path as she rose, but made sure to linger long enough to make the creamy skin go a gentle shade of red each and every time. For some reason, it set the martial artist off rather hard; almost as if she was utterly foreign to the concept of someone giving her body its rightful attention.

Or maybe she was just that horny, but Yuffie didn’t mind it. She enjoyed the way she made Tifa squirmed just by suckling on her sensitive belly, leaving wet marks, red spots, and glistening abs in her wake - all while steadily rising up, moving across her ribcage and then over the swells of her chest with the same gusto as she did everything else. Hands plucked and worked her skirt all the way off, then did the same to her undergarments - stripping them down, letting them join the steadily pooling cloth that was all over the place. 

Yuffie rose up to the swells of her chest, and lips never moved an inch from her skin the entire time. She kissed it all evenly on the rise up, then started to slide against her as her hands cupped the length of her hourglass waistline. She felt up all of her with a passion short of reverence and cupped all the skin along the way until she reached the magnificent cushions of her chest, then hungrily cupped them without hesitation. It might have been just her second time with Tifa, but she took to it like a swan to water - and with no small amount of desire to please buried inside her. 

“Oh,” Tifa sighed. 

She started to pepper them with kisses while her hands moved in from the sides to capture their fluffy softness. Tifa instantly groaned at her touch, but it only thickened as Yuffie went in and dove down hungrily. She wasn't some shy, blushing girl, and neither was Tifa. She didn't have to be teased, she urged into something like that, and she wanted more than she could easily care to admit. The girl was gorgeous, and the Wutai girl desperately sought to please – maybe too hard, but to see the fighter spurned and left aside made her heart sting.

So, she made up for it with raw eagerness and passion. She dove down, kissing her chest with hunger, slipping in against the gorgeously rounded curves and down across the sloping peaks with the same level of lust. She pressed down, suckling at creamy white skin until she left delicate wet marks behind, then moved in with more passion. Her face buried itself in her cleavage as she went down deep and ran her tongue across the inner slopes of that immense, fleshy chasm, and Tifa's resulting moan was both throaty and giggling.

“You must really love my boobs, huh, Yuffie?” Tifa huffed in thick laughter, and the Ninja just hummed into her chest. As flesh vibrated, her hands captured the bulging flanks to knead potently. Fingers dug down and went in deep, stabbing into the soft, luscious flesh to then grope down. She bent the creamy white around her, and Tifa moaned out just a bit more with each groping touch and firm squeeze. 

Yuffie's body slid up and hunched over as she buried her face into her tits, but it was brief. She used her knees to part Tifa's thighs, and they spread welcomingly around her. She was able to better align herself as she worshipped her tits with both mouth and hands, caressing the soft skin with her hungry lips and pushing fingers in deep into the squishy swells. Tifa groaned at her touch and she huffed at the gentle scraping of teeth, clearly enjoying every last inch of it.

“Fuck, Yuffie,” she sighed sooner-rather-than-later. “D-don't just tease a girl, you know? Gotta think about her feelings, too.”

It made Yuffie want to laugh when she was treating Tifa to a body-worship, but she knew what the girl wanted. She popped away from her cleavage and sat back on her knees, then quickly tore her green, fuzzy crop-top off her lean frame and flung it aside. Her youthful chest bounced to attention, as it was otherwise bare; she didn't wear anything underneath her top because she didn't feel the need to. She saw Tifa stare as she stripped down, but she kept on moving even when the beauty's hands rose up to plant themselves on her stomach and just feel.

As fingers fluttered along the smooth definition of her stomach, she stripped her shorts the rest of the way off and shucked them down. Her cock had been half-extracted in the mindless kissing before they reached the bed, and that suited her just fine. Now it was fully free, springing forward like the meaty pillar it was, and she felt herself throb with excitement at the vision of beauty that was Tifa Lockheart beneath her.

She dove down, forcing Tifa's hands to flatten against her stomach – but she still felt her up, even as Yuffie used ehr own to spread her legs and sent them out wide. Thighs welcomingly embraced her hips, though, when they descended, and the red-eyed beauty gasped silently as the thickness of her cock thumped down against her pelvis. The smaller girl kept going as she sent hands sliding across bare skin and let her head dip, passion guiding her every movement.

“You are just so beautiful,” Yuffie told her, admiration thick in her voice “Gosh, I don't even care if I'm a rebound; you're seriously the prettiest thing I've ever seen.”

“Rebound?” Tifa laughed, then groaned as Yuffie's mouth returned to her breasts and resumed its lewd sucking on her skin. For a long moment, no response was forthcoming as lips were occupied by that lewdness. Hands groped and squeezed at side-boob and under-boob with relish, propping up all that fluffy skin around her kissing mouth so she could better worship it, and that was all marked out by the slow grinding of her pelvis as she got herself into position.

“Yeah,” she voiced hungrily after a moment. “Coming on to me when, you know, they're at it.”

Tifa huffed. “That's not t-true...”

Her voice trailed off into a moan as Yuffie sawed the throbbing underside of her cock against her soaked core, and was surprised at how wet Tifa felt. That was only a pleasant surprise, though, and she quickly brought herself down, feeling up the length of her slit to push the head against slick petals. The flowery folds parted around her all too perfectly, making it easy for the slightest application of pressure to send spongy pink dipping and squishing. The fighter moaned and bucked her hips, sending delicious thrills through Yuffie.

“It's okay; I don't mind,” Yuffie voiced, lips closing around soft skin and suckling. “You're perfect, Tifa. You should know that.”

Tifa bit her lip and groaned as the head of Yuffie's thick cock pressed against her lower entrance. Her thighs spread wide and lifted up to close around her thighs with muscular dexterity, and she enjoyed the feeling of them around her. She did not need their help, though, and sent her hips swinging down in the very next moment; pressing her dick up into her tightness in less than a second, penetrating her with a wet noise and a soft sigh. 

“F-fuck,” Tifa groaned. “A-ah... That's it...”

She seemed pleased, and that was all Yuffie needed to hear. As long as Tifa felt good she didn't mind playing second wheel or being the rebound for her to feel good with, because the pleasure was mutual and delightful. All she wanted to do was make her feel good, and as she sent her cock sliding down, that was what she achieved. Tifa moaned out happily as she was filled up with the first inch of cockmeat in a second of pushing, then more and more with the next few moments and the steady forward pushing of her hips.

Yuffie didn't quite shove her way inside, but she made it seem pretty close as her hips bucked and drove forward in a swinging arc. She drilled inches of her throbbing bulk into the tightness of her core, and felt utter bliss soak into her mind as the warmth caressed her. Soft, velvety walls wrapped tightly and squeezed, showing off just how perfect her pussy felt – the best thing Yuffie had ever felt, if she wanted to be honest. It felt amazing, and she didn't know how anyone could resist a girl like Tifa.

The fact that she had been inside her twice was foreign to her, yet utterly delicious to think about. She loved the idea of it, and she happily sent her hips thrusting forward firmly and powerfully, jamming inch after inch of rock-solid cockmeat into her clamping tunnel. She forced the soft pink out around her in a rush and filled up all the little nooks and crannies of her tunnel with her throbbing bulk, and then added a roll of her pelvis to stretch them out around her. Tifa mewled at her touch and sent hands down to grab her waistline, much to Yuffie's grinning satisfaction.

Her mouth, however, continued to work at her tits, and while her hips effortlessly used her ninja physique to send her cock sliding down into her tunnel, her lips went to town. She left wet marks and slick patches all across the rounded slopes of her tits, but as her girldick drilled through her up to the midsection, she clamped them down around a turgid nipple. Tifa gasped all the more at the unexpected touch and reached up to bury her fingers into dark hair, and her stimulation increased as a tongue slipped against her sensitive nub and flicked.

She pushed her hips down far as her mouth suckled on her nipple with sudden passion, and Tifa moaned. Yuffie's rolling hips worked her suddenly flexing tunnel out around her, and then drew back with a strong tugging movement. Vascular cockmeat slipped against her inner walls and sent them into vibrations of stimulation, while her mouth worked at her sensitive nipple with that same lustful passion. She squeezed down with her lips and rolled the fleshy bulb around with her tongue, trying to keep Tifa feeling nice and good and buzzed.

“Fuck, Yuffie,” Tifa groaned, hips bucking. She jammed her snatch onto the hard pillar of retracting cockmeat, much to the younger girl's laugh. “That feels good.”

Yuffie suckled on her nipple with forceful passion: lips tight, squeezing it down, her cheeks pulling rhythmically, and her tongue swirling deftly, almost as if she was trying to suck milk out of the heavy breast. At the same time, her hips dove back down, jamming an eye-watering swathe of her turgid cock into her steamy depths all at once – much to Tifa's gasping pleasure. As the beautiful girl swore and dug fingers into her short hair, Yuffie slurped on her breast and rolled her hips again to mercilessly grind against inner walls.

Yuffie messily popped off of her tit before moving down and across the rounded lushess of her tits to start worshipping at her cleavage. When her words came out, they were low and throaty with sexual passion. “Glad to hear it, Tifa. I want to make you feel so good, ya know? You deserve it.”

She buried her cock inside nice and deep enough to make Tifa's legs tremble against her, and that pleased her. The shivering of her body was intensified by the backward dragging of her hips, sending the throbbing meat dragging along with a shuddering of pink muscle. She tore herself free nearly to the tip, but immediately sent it sawing right back inside with another forceful shove that had Tifa gasp hungrily. One hand went flat against Yuffie's backside as the pleasure rocked her, and the ninja continued to provide.

“Move those hips, Yuffie,” Tifa groaned, almost pleading with her for stimulation she so craved. “Fuck, come on.”

Yuffie clamped her mouth down around her other nipple as her hips swung with more force and more passion with each moment, building up with each sawing stroke into something smoother and more potent. She drove down into her at that smoothly rolling pace, cramming the silken softness of her cunt with the throbbing meat of her cock time and time again - sharp forward motions that had her emotions flaring and gasping, a power that was exactly what the girl wanted to feel.

The young ninja slammed down into her power and force, building up more and more each time she moved. It wasn’t outright slamming, but it seemed to come close enough to it as she buried herself inside with almost blistering force. The sharp strokes made her moan out throatily, and her insides writhed against her happily. Her cunt squeezed and tugged on the thick girth, and it was matched by the eagerness of her grasping hands and the power behind the legs which wrapped around her waistline.

She spurred her on, pulling her deeper and deeper with each movement. Hands tugged, legs pulled, bodies urged, and thick moans filled the air. Yuffie soaked it all in as she enjoyed the pleasure of having her cock buried balls-deep in her soft snatch, the flesh greeting her welcomingly and her juice squelching around her shaft. She sawed herself into her with pounding strokes that drew out the thickest of sounds of pleasure, and the teenager hungrily went for more - and more, and more.

“Fuck - move those hips just-” Tifa threw her head back into the pillows and moaned. “Fuck just like that fucking damn that feels amazing -”

Yuffie bit down gently on her nipple to draw out another deep moan, then suckled powerfully enough to draw out milk -if Tifa had any, at least. Her hands squeezed, and the free breast was fully captured and squeezed out of shape just like how Tifa wanted it. She moaned throatily with pleasure, and her curses warbled as Yuffie enthusiastically rutted into her. She hammered down, slamming her throbbing girth into her sopping tightness, sending juices slurping and walls swelling greedily - and she went at her harder and faster, trying to soothe the girl with all her might.

“Right there right there -”

It wasn’t outright slamming, but it was as best as she could manage. She fucked Tifa in a hard missionary style that substituted romance for passion, and went at her without stopping. Putting her all into it really did wear her stamina down quickly, and the ache built up in her loins far too quickly; but she was so desperate to please, to provide, that she plunged down at that reckless and untenable pace without care. She sawed down and plunged into her, sheathing her pulsating pillar of cockmeat into Tifa, and listened to her thickening moans with grunting satisfaction.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck-”

Yuffie huffed around her breast and pulled deftly on her nipple, toying and teasing it as she worked hungrily. Her hips pounded forward without stopping, driving her shaft into her hard and fast and smoothly. She fucked through the juice inside of her wet cunt and made folds swell out over and over and over, her pace blistering and fast and hungry. She satiated whatever was burning inside of Tifa to the best of her abilities, and as the girl moaned out desperately for her girth, she worshipped her chest.

She didn’t stop as the girl moaned desperately, hips bucking up to slam herself against the descending pillar of her shaft. She pounded into her as flesh clapped for the first time so far, and only because Tifa was thrusting against her - the combined movements allowing for skin on skin contact. The flesh clapped and breasts rocked as the intensity kicked up another notch, but that was more than enough to set the black-haired beauty off properly - her petals mashing against her core, her clit rubbed by the grinding of her pelvis, the desperate thrusting hitting her hard.

“Fuck!” Tifa groaned, and her eyes squeezed down shut. She bit her lip hard enough to make her lips bend and her hips bucked hungrily, and she hit her peak right then and there at Yuffie’s hands - quite literally, almost. The young ninja girl was lost in bliss as Tifa hugged her with arms and legs, fingers digging into her skull, and her body shuddered as insides began to milk; rhythmically grasping, tugging at her hardness, stroking it from top to bottom all at once.

Yuffie pulled away from her breast and started to pant in pleasure as inside writhed around her, stroking her cock and milking it with eye-watering force. She wheezed as juices surged around her and left her feeling weak, and hips pushed down for a few final, desperate strokes - but they were weaker, almost inadequate. Her face tightened up and her features went taut as she concentrated on the pace of her hips, trying and struggling to fuck Tifa through her pleasurable peak - and the act of fucking into her milking depths was what set her off in turn.

Moaning, Yuffie thrust down hard and sent flesh clapping. Her tight face morphed into an expression of lax, eye-rolling pleasure as she wordlessly began to cum; her head burying itself in Tifa’s cleavage, her hands locking around her waist, her hips holding dangerously still to start pumping seed into the liquid heat of her snatch. They suddenly came in unison, with milking inner walls being instantly coated over by the hot whiteness of her cum. The gooey baby-batter sloshed around the tightness of her tunnel and soaked into the rippling nooks and crannies all at once, and Tifa moaned louder still.

The girl clung to her as she rocked her hips and bucked frantically against her, much to Yuffie’s pleasure. She held steady and allowed her head to use her breasts like pillows while pumping out the contents of her squeezing balls into the hotness of her snatch, filling it up with rope after rope of thick, hearty semen. It all sloshed around in rippling waves of white to coat everything in reach and then some, where it quickly began to mix with the slick juices of orgasmic release to form a sticky mixture.

It thickened as Yuffie poured out the last few drops of her release into the tightness of her quim, and the rolling of hips in the next few moments churned the liquid bath around her into a slick froth. She pushed against her, and she found hips rolling to slid against her in turn; both of them moving together, grinding against one another, stimulating their insides just that much more. Groaning sighs filled their ears as they allowed themselves to work off their climaxes, but it didn’t last - neither of them was content to end it there.

“Sorry,” Yuffie panted, “for not warning you.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted you to pull out anyways,” she told her. A hand moved up to cup her face, cradling her round jawline, and Yuffie’s breath caught in her throat. “Feels too good when you fill me up.”

Her tone was husky and seductive, but Yuffie found the touch so romantic it made her heart melt. She knew it was just her, but gosh, did she love it. Her heart thumped hard as she stared into Tifa’s eyes, and it made her swallow hard. She pushed it all down, though, and moved against her partner with a grin on her lips, trying to look suave.

“And you feel so good when you’re - you know what? You always feel good, baby.” 

Tifa raised her brow. “Baby?”

Yuffie bit her lip. “Don’t like it?”

“No, no, it’s great,” Tifa told her. “Though I’m more of a ‘honey’ girl myself.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want me to,” Yuffie promised, body rising so that she could try and press a kiss against Tifa’s lips.

“You have the entire night to practice,” Tifa husked, and the Wutai girl shuddered with anticipation.

She might have been a rebound fuck, but in that moment, she felt like the luckiest girl in all the world.

‘Shit is crazy’ was quickly becoming Yuffie’s motto for… everything. Literally everything, she thought. Sephiroth’s battle, the revelation of what very well could have been the end of the world, then the insanity of the lifestream plan, the intervention of Shinra, the whole shebang - more than Yuffie could even hope to properly follow. Giant monsters, giant enemies, a giant fucking airship; Cloud being ‘lost’ after the fight, people getting knocked unconscious -

Well. The next time Yuffie was really aware of anything, she was covered in rock dust, soot, and sore from head to toe. The remaining party members were lost and scattered, but Cait Sith - the second robot, Yuffie sometimes had to remind herself - rallied them together. From there, it was a headlong charge to the giant airship Highwind, where the captured Tifa and Barret were being executed without any sort of ceremony or trail as a way for Shinra to pass off the blame of the giant-fucking-meteor in the sky.

Which was about par for the course, really. Nothing out of the ordinary, everything going exactly as usual: which was to say, shit. All Yuffie knew was that she was not going to allow Shinra to execute her Tifa over something that was their fault. There was not a chance in the world of that. Shinra could honestly go fuck itself as far as she was concerned; the company was far less important to her for that one time in her life as she went all-out with the rest of the party of their clandestine infiltration mission and resultant rescue. They fought through Shinra while some massive monster-thing attacked by apparent chance, then watched it retreat in the face of massive Mako canons. They stole away Tifa and Barret before their untimely executions, then hijacked the massive airship Shinra used to flaunt their power; with its guns and flight capabilities on their side, they were now more than capable of fighting off whatever came after them. 

Seven days since the fight in the cavern, they were back on their feet and back in action – mostly. Cloud was still missing, and finding him was their next step. As stoic as he was, with his melodramatic longer tendencies, he was their team leader. Yuffie might have had her issues with his way of acting, the man proved to be fairly capable at getting them across the continent. So, with their rudders pointed into the wind and a new journey ahead of them, they made their escape and set off for... somewhere.

Honestly, Yuffie didn't know. She kinda imagined herself as the dashing rescuer that would sweep Tifa into her arms, and instead, she ducked down and hid herself away with the machinery in the engine block because of the utter terror that was her motion sickness. She couldn't stand up to be on the bridge and actually see where they were going, and she couldn't stomach talking to Tifa when she felt like hurling the contents of said stomach. She just huddled there, gently shaking, every bit of her thoroughly done with the airship.

Yuffie - 

“Yuffie?” Tifa's voice called, and Yuffie locked up. “Are you down here?”

Yuffie flinched. For a brief moment she considered not answering, but she wasn't all that well-hidden in the first place, and in the second place – mostly the first place, now that she thought about it - a week without seeing Tifa was too long. So, instead, she put on her bravest face and tried to present her usual self. 

“Yep!” She called back with hesitant joviality. “Right here!”

Tifa rounded the steel mesh stairs and stepped down. “Yuffie, why are you down – oh. You, uhm, don't look so good. Are you feeling alright?”

Well, there goes that, she thought. “I'm fine, Tifa. G-good to see that you're doing fine, too! You know, on account of the whole 'execution' thing.”

“Yeah, I'm thankfully unexecuted,” Tifa drawled out, voice thick with amusement. “Thanks for the rescue.”

“Your dashing ninja provides,” she replied with a theatrical bow, but the act of bending when she suffered from motion sickness only made her greener in the face. She almost felt like hurling right then and there, and only physically held it back. “O-oh. Not a good idea..”

“Oh, you are feeling sick, aren't you?” Tifa made a noise like a sigh. She stepped forward and bent over to match Yuffie's huddled height and pressed a hand to her forehead. She tested her for her temperature, but all Yuffie found herself preoccupied with was the sudden proximity of her pretty face. Too close, almost. 

Yuffie was a highly instinctual person – or a highly impulsive person, either-or. She practically launched herself forward and kissed Tifa full on the lips, which took the red-eyed beauty back; she flinched, head pulling away, leaving Yuffie in a compromising spot. 

“Uh – sorry,” she apologized. “Spur of the moment?”

Tifa raised an amused bow. “What was that?”

“A kiss?” Yuffie shuffled shyly. “Sorry, I should have asked first -”

Tifa laughed. It didn't seem like a mean sound, so Yuffie assumed it mean Tifa wasn't angry. “After where that mouth has been, I don't think you should be sorry about a kiss.”

Yuffie didn't even blush. “Kinda different, no?”

Tifa raised her brows. “How is it any different?”

“Uhm...” Yuffie squinted. “To be honest, I don't know? It just seems different.”

Tifa laughed and shook her head. “If I didn't want you to kiss me, I'd say so, Yuffie.”

“Oh.” Yuffie licked her lips as she pondered the statement. “Well. I guess I'll have to keep that in mind, huh?”

A grin played at Tifa's lips. “That sounds -”

Suddenly, the Highwind lurched beneath their feet. Probably turbulence, maybe a turn, but it made them rock gently – and therefore made Yuffie's stomach feel like it was trying to kill itself. She went green and tried to steady herself on her feet, all to Tifa's perplexed stare. She reached out to grab her shoulder and hold her steady, for which the teen was immensely thankful; even so, it didn’t help nearly as much as she wanted it to.

“Shit, Yuffie, you don't even feel warm,” Tifa said, tongue clicking. “What's wrong?”

“It's, uh.” Her eyes moved shiftily. She didn't want to present a weak sight in front of Tifa, but there was no hiding that she did not feel well at all. “It's, uhm. It's kinda motion sickness? I get – I don't feel well when, uh -”

“Oh,” Tifa said, voice filled with understanding. “That explains the Bronco thing.”

“Yeah,” Yuffie huffed. She sat down to try and steady herself, and curled her fingers into her bare – and cold, because the ship was cool – thighs. Tifa immediately sat down beside her without prompting, and there was a look of concern etched onto her pretty face. “I just get a bit sick when I'm doing stuff like this. Uh, planes, cars, trains... yeah. My stomach feels like it's trying to kill itself.”

Tifa only laughed a little bit. “That makes a lot of sense. I mean, I'm sorry about it, of course- that must really be a downer.”

Yuffie's laugh was equally small. “Nothin' to be sorry about. It's just what it is, I guess.”

Tifa hummed. “Yeah, I don't really know any medicine for that. Nothing that doesn't knock you out, at least.”

Yuffie chanced a grin. “What, trying to give me one of your special cocktails? That'd really knock me out.”

Tifa laughed. She idly tucked hair behind her ear, and Yuffie admired her beauty. She was undimmed even by the steel and brass around her, radiant even as pistons slammed and steam hissed. The machine room was noisy and full of mechanical life, but Tifa was the most noticeable and eye-catching in there by far. 

“I don't think that's a good idea,” she said eventually. “I have a feeling I'd just be making a mess.”

“A hot mess,” Yuffie countered.

Tifa winked. “I mean a mess on the floor... but that's not wrong, now that you mention it.”

Yuffie smiled, but did so shyly. Her motion sickness made it hard to concentrate on anything for too long, and she felt the nausea pool in her stomach. “Uhg – sorry. I just – can't. With these.”

“That bad, huh?” 

“Yeah.” Yuffie bit her lip as another surge of nausea passed over her. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to fix motion sickness, would ya?”

“Ah… not really…”

“Shame.” Yuffie huffed and clicked her tongue. Her proximity to Tifa was pleasing, but it was thoroughly tempered out by her stomach pains. “This is fudgin’ annoying.”

Tifa considered the thought. “Well, it wasn’t so bad for you on the Chocobos, right?”

“Uhm…” Yuffie took a moment to consider her words, especially after the sudden shift in conversation. “Not really, I guess?”

“Maybe it’s a movement… thing…?” Tifa suggested. At Yuffie’s generously confused gaze, she coquettishly cocked her head and brought her hand up to her chin. “I mean, I’ve heard about, like… focusing on your surroundings? Uh, being able to look at something moving while you’re moving. Maybe it’s that you only feel sick when you’re feeling movement but nothing else is moving around you?”

Yuffie did not think it sounded all that convincing, but she didn’t know how to say that politely. “Uh… maybe? But…”

Tifa immediately flushed. “Hey, it’s just a thought -”

“No, no! I really like it!” She insisted just as quickly. “You’re really smart, Tifa, I’m sure that’s it -”

“Oh, I’m not -”

“Smartest girl I’ve ever met!” She insisted, and leaned over. Her hand set itself on Tifa’s thigh, but it was largely an unconscious movement. For a moment, she flushed at her own placement, and looked down uncertainly; but Tifa did nothing about it at all. 

In fact, Tifa just set her hand on Yuffie’s thigh to match her. “Now you’re just flattering.”

“I’m appreciating,” she said thickly. Yuffie honestly expected Tifa to pull away; they only fucked when she was lamenting about Cloud, right? Was that the case then? She didn’t know. 

“You know how much I like your appreciation,” Tifa drawled, and Yuffie’s breath caught in her throat. 

“Do you?” She asked, voice a bit tentative, a bit hopeful.

“Absolutely,” Tifa assured her. Maybe she read the moment, maybe she saw the uncertainty in her eyes, or maybe she didn’t. It was okay, though, because that was exactly what Yuffie wanted to hear. It was what led her to drift toward the beauty’s lips, and what her partner leaning in turn, drifting for a kiss - 

The ship rocked, and suddenly foreheads were slamming together.

“Fuck me!” Yuffie cried out. “Fudgedammit!”

“Ow!” Tifa whined, hand cradling her head. “That hurt- “

“I-I am so sorry-”

“That’s not your fault - “

“-It’s this stupid damned airship -”

“It was an accident -!”

“-I hate it get me on the ground -”

“Yuffie, stop overreacting.”

“-I am so not meant for this why can’t people just use their own gods-given feet to get places-”

Tifa, suddenly, grabbed her face with both of her hands. She cupped her jawline, held her steady, and pushed her thumbs against her lips to silence her. Yuffie stared helplessly at the dark-haired girl for as long as she held her, which proved to be a significant amount of time. If the ninja were being honest, she’d say she felt helpless as she stared into red eyes; maybe she was hopelessly crushing, but Tifa was just breathtaking. 

Then Tifa was kissing her, closing the distance in an instant, and she melted against her mouth. She kissed her slowly and easily, lips sliding and locking; red eyes closed first, and Yuffie kept on staring for many moments longer before she allowed hers to droop closed. She leaned into the kiss that her crush dictated and enjoyed the sweet taste of lips which had only been recently cleaned after seven days of Shinra captivity; a taste she very much enjoyed.

Tifa pulled back softly, lips rolling, and Yuffie blinked. “Oh.”

“That’s to stop you from overreacting,” Tifa told her flatly. Then, as Yuffie opened her mouth to speak, she leaned in and kissed her again. This time, she used the parted lips to slide her tongue inside and made out with her using the full length of her dexterous muscle. She kissed her a bit more passionately, making out with her for a sweet ten seconds before pulling back. “And that was for saving me, oh dashing ninja.”

Yuffie swallowed thickly. “H-huh. Guess I should do the saving thing more often.”

Tifa winked. “You should.”

She patted her cheek, then let go of her face. Yuffie almost felt cold without her touch, though, but Tifa just appeared content. “...Looks like that distracted you from your motion sickness too.”

“What?” Yuffie blinked. “Oh. I guess so.”

Tifa got up and dusted her short skirt off, then twisted at the waist to offer her a hand up. “C’mon. Even if you don't want to see the main deck, I’m not letting you wallow down here.”

Yuffie stared. She considered her words, then let them buoy up her youthful confidence. “You could lead me anywhere, Tifa.”

“Good,” Tifa said breezily, hand tightening around hers as she tugged her up. “Because I’m sure I can find a few unoccupied spaces to catch up in.”

“Can’t wait,” she replied, already feeling her motion sickness washing away as she watched Tifa’s hips swing. 

They were back in Neibelheim; Tifa’s hometown, the reconstructed place where there before had been a fire-twisted ruin. It was there that Cloud led them as he scoured maps in the Highwind to try and glean some sort of advantage in the mess they were in; beyond merely lugging around the large pieces of Materia they found in Shinra-held hellholes. In the end, it was funny how much remained in the town when one considered its destruction: weapons and gear that suited Tifa perfectly, as well as other helpful tools that would give them a distinct edge in a fight.

They needed it. Some huge monster-thing roamed the skies, and a meteor loomed overhead. Shinra was in full-on damage control, which meant indiscriminate sanctions and crack-downs on everything and anything. That was bad enough, but the full import of Sephiroth’s plan was only made manifest as time went on - the world was ending, and things were bad. Cloud barely had himself together, too: learning that he wasn’t who he thought in the first place hit him hard before he’d been knocked out, and then being left unconscious in some random town certainly couldn’t have helped him.

Tifa had stayed behind to watch over him, which Yuffie understood. She got it; she didn’t need an explanation as to why Tifa would hang back. She knew it had to be her. Aerith might have wanted to, might have wanted to be there for Cloud, but only Tifa could convince any of them he wasn’t some failed clone and an actual person from her childhood; only she could do that. Not Aerith, and not any of the rest.

Yuffie, therefore, just nodded in understanding and went on to fight through Fort Condor with Cid in the lead, then returned back to Mideel to retrieve the hospitalized Cloud and watchful Tifa. Yuffie’s plan had been to see if she could coax her friend into the famous hotsprings; there hadn’t been a good moment when they arrived on account of Cloud, but on the second go, she was sure she could get some alone time.

She supposed The Ultimate Weapon had the same idea, because it crashed into the town, cracked the crust of the Planet, and sent swathes of debris raining down into the lifestream below. That included Tifa and Cloud, which sent Yuffie into such a panic that she was sure she couldn’t breathe. The rescue had been a close thing, and she was afraid of more Mako Poisoning - but they were okay, as confirmed by Aerith.

Cloud confessed everything he remembered, including his origins. Yuffie didn’t care about that. She wasn’t callous, no, but Cloud was Cloud and his origins meant nothing in the face of what had been achieved. As long as he was okay, things would be okay. He was just a little shaken, a little rattled, and when he wanted to go back to his hometown to seek some sort of reassurance that he had been a real person once and not some made-up, mind-shattered, Mako-Poisoned construct of his own illusion, they went.

He spent the rest of the time with Aerith in the mansion, but that was okay. They could spare the moment; they could take the time to rest. It offered her some time alone with Tifa, at least, which was time sorely missed after she’d taken her tumble into the lifestream and spent the time of travel between the destroyed Mideel and Neibelheim in the infirmary tending to scratches. Minor injuries, but that didn’t stop Yuffie from being by her bedside for the few hours of the journey. 

Said injuries also didn’t stop Tifa from pushing her up against the wall with a grin on her lips, pinning her against the brick of the alleyway right then and there. Yuffie snorted at the sudden boldness the fighter showed, but any amusement did not dull the shiver-inducing intensity behind it. Hands were strong on her shoulders, eyes burned with warmth, and Tifa’s -frankly amazing - rack was thoroughly distracting when she leaned in against her like a bartender asking about a drink.

“W-what’s this about?” She chuckled, but already felt her body flush with blood. Her words were met with a smile and the press of Tifa’s hand against her stomach, which quickly roved down to cup the bulge in her shorts. She gasped at her firm touch, and she felt a flush run through her. “W-whoa -”

“It’s a little too crowded on the ship right now,” Tifa told her gently. “Don’t want anyone to overhear, or anything…”

“We’re in an alley,” Yuffie stammered thickly. “What if - what about -” 

“We have a bit of time,” Tifa purred, already dropping down onto her knees. “Enough time for a quickie.”

“A quickie?!” Yuffie gasped breathlessly. She looked over at the end of the alley, then back down at Tifa. Already, the girl plucked at her shorts and tugged them aside, effortlessly extracting her swelling shaft from the tight confines. The thick, heavy rod popped into view like a tremendous spear, jutting forward under its weight in less than a second. 

“Yep,” Tifa popped out coquettishly, one eye winking down and her head cocking to make her look far too cute for what she was doing. “So don’t make too much noise and keep an eye out, okay?”

“I - shit, Tifa, this is -” Yuffie shook her head. She could have said crazy, or insane, but instead finished with, “so fuckin’ hot.”

Tifa smiled. She didn’t say anything, however, for she already got herself to grips with the cock. Though only the zipper had been loosened to allow the throbbing, steadily-stiffening meat to flop free, Tifa acted as if she did not need anything more. Her strong hand wrapped around it and hefted it up, and then her mouth descended with shocking rapidity. She acted as if she was hornier for the cock than Yuffie herself was, though such a distinction could only be measured in the most infinitesimal of amounts. 

It really didn’t matter anyhow, not when the beauty’s lips pressed themselves against the very tip of her shaft and kissed her gently. Yuffie gasped at the pinprick of pleasure, and her mind took in the realization that it was the first time she had Tifa’s lips against her dick. That was all she could want, though, and she huffed happily as she felt the sinful softness of her mouth roll against the head, moving in against the underside in an easy sweep that was utterly luxurious to feel.

“Oh, wow,” Yuffie groaned. “Your mouth really does feel great…”

“You thought otherwise?” Tifa teased, mouth rolling against the hard flesh of her underside. Words washed against the pale skin to make it tremble, and Yuffie just loved it. “I’m almost offended.”

“Hey, a girl can only dream,” she sighed wistfully, biting her lip as lips kissed down around the hardness of her underside - soft, steady presses that sent her nerves trembling, making her feel all light and airy. “And dreams don’t match up to you.”

Tifa laughed. It was a soft, pleasant sound, one full of joy, but marred with the sluttiness that was her lips running against her cock. She kissed it shamelessly, without hesitation, letting her full mouth squish against the rock-solid hardness of the underside. She pressed kiss after kiss against her, trailing along the entire length until she hit her bracing fingers, then moved in and up against a solid flank. The soft, fluttering touches there pleased Yuffie, and she groaned freely as the girl of her dreams went down on her right then and there.

Tifa made for an amazing sight on her knees, Yuffie had to admit. It almost left her mouth dry to stare at her heartbreakingly pretty face turned up at her, but with a cock set right against her lips. Her chest pushed out like a shelf and looked particularly amazing in that pose, which was to say nothing about the rest of her lean yet curvy frame tucked beneath her. She was jaw-dropping, and the sight was matched well by the feeling of her mouth against her - kissing, touching, rising up toward her tip, making her shaft throb. 

“You are so insanely hot,” she told her, and Tifa winked - just winked, but it was enough to make Yuffie flush. That was all the busty girl offered as her mouth rolled in against her tip, bathing it in the soft warmth of the cavern beyond. She tucked herself in against her as her free hand brushed black hair behind her ears, then started to press herself down; her plump lips slowly rolling, parting around the bulbous tip to start taking it into her mouth. The ninja groaned happily at the suddenness of it, and hips instinctively bucked up to search out that heat.

Tifa went down quickly and smoothly, not at all waiting or taking her time. She knew what to do and how to do it, and Yuffie found that so unbearably hot. It was a real sight to watch, just as much as it was a treat to feel: having her cock sliding into the warmth of Tifa’s mouth as her head descended, her lips parting around her and her tongue fluttering acceptingly, was amazing. Warm heat surrounded her in just a few seconds, and that familiar liquid warmth swished in to bathe the flanks of her shaft oh-so-deliciously. She groaned and squeezed fingers into her palm as she watched Tifa go down, and a hot flush passed along her spine as she saw cheeks well with the weight of her dick.

Tifa happily filled her mouth with hard girlcock, regardless of where she was. They were huddled in an alley in her hometown, and she went down on her happily, taking her dick inside by the inch. Her head rolled as her tongue fluttered, gently caressing the throbbing underside she so swiftly took inside. Warmth soaked into the pale flesh as she slurped her way along the stiff rod, moving over more and more of it by the moment. 

She swallowed her cock without hesitation, and Yuffie was in awe. She remained in awe as cheeks swelled and lips stretched in accommodation, with inches disappearing into the warmth beyond the pink of her mouth. The way her tongue rolled and bathed her cock in pleasurable heat delighted her, and Yuffie moaned ever-so-softly to experience it. The way her soft mouth caressed her was far too pleasant to understand, and the swishing of her tongue was truly blissful. Even the way her hand squeezed and pumped gently at the base delighted her; everything Tifa did was a treat. 

“Fuck, Tifa,” she told her happily, “that feels amazin’.”

Tifa made a vaguely sloppy sputtering noise around the midsection of the cock. She held herself there with swollen cheeks, letting it bathe in the inner heat without a care in the world - but she had promised a quickie, and she kept at it diligently. She rose up and pulled back, her black hair waving around her face, and extracted inches of it from her tightly-clamped lips. They rolled against her like silken cushions, and she absolutely delighted in the sensation in a way she never thought she would. 

She happily watched Tifa move without trying to go for more, because simply being able to watch a girl like Tifa on her knees go down on her was incredible. She didn’t want to interrupt, really, and it had her in the perfect position to watch her draw back up to her tip, eyes flicking up to make eye contact with Yuffie, then, with their eyes still connected, dove down to take it back inside of her with just a wet slurp. Her tongue rolled, her lips pressed down, and the ninja girl groaned in awe as her shaft was stimulated so dizzyingly well.

“Seriously,” she groaned. “Seriously incredible…”

Tifa kept on staring as she pushed down to the midsection, hitting her sputtering limit in short order, then moving her attention over to her curling tongue. It stroked and flexed against the shaft the best it could for a few slurping moments of caressing before her head bobbed back, and her black hair rose in time with the rubbing of her lips. She left a wet sheen in her wake, and that suited Yuffie just fine; she could lube up her dick all she wanted. She could do whatever she wanted, and not a word of complaint would leave her lips.

Tifa, it seemed, was very intent on doing what she wanted. She dove down onto her cock without hesitation, showing an almost shameless amount of arousal in dropping down to bury it in the slick heat of her mouth. She sent it rolling over her tongue on her sloppy descents and buried it up to the midsection each time her head moved, then pulled back to do it all over again. She massaged it with her mouth, taking it inside to caress it then drawing away to leave it shiny and wet, and Yuffie loved it.

“The way you move your mouth - oh,” Yuffie groaned. She wanted to grab Tifa’s head and hold it, but she also didn’t - she wanted to just watch her move. She just loved the way she rose and fell in bobbing arcs, her neck rolling as she pushed herself down onto the stiff shaft, taking it inside again and again with a passion that didn’t quite make sense to the teenage Wutai girl. There was no reciprocation, no mutual pleasure, just a desire to please she didn’t understand. 

She did not have to, though. Tifa slurped on her thick rod as she drew backward and pushed forward, bobbing on it with lips stretched wide and cheeks swelling. She took it inside over and over with increasingly wet noises, and that filled Yuffie with luxurious pleasure. She bit her lip and sighed as a hand around her dick tightened and stroked while a mouth worked at it in slurping tandem, filling her with throbbing pleasure that proved hard to contain. 

Yuffie looked left and right constantly to make sure there were no prying eyes, but it was hard to look away from Tifa and her stretched-out cheeks. She had Tifa going down on her, and she loved it. It was an insane feeling, and she lavished in it more and more with each slurping moment, with each sloppy descent and glorious rise. The black-haired beauty went at her with passion, taking her dick into her mouth and sucking on it powerfully, doing it entirely to please her - to make her feel good.

She went up and down more and more by the moment, drawing back and rolling down, lips swelling, cheeks filling out, breath gurgling, and Yuffie was lost in it. She threw her head back and grunted as the pleasure filled her, and she felt her dick throb insistently as it was caressed by a hot, slurping mouth - and the sucking just kept going, sucking on densely-packed meat until it left her feeling faint. Her cock tingled and pulsating with ever-increasing need, and it was matched by the steady contractions of her still-tucked balls.

She was close, and she let that feeling fill her. 

“I’m close, Tifa,” she warned, figuring that the girl probably didn’t want a surprise load of seed filling her mouth. 

Tifa locked eyes with her again. She said nothing, and she did not stop. She kept on slurping, head bobbing wetly, mouth churning saliva and lips stroking the hardened girth. It was all very much too much for Yuffie, who groaned and bucked her hips hard to feel more of that delicious stimulation. It quickly set her off, allowing her to reach her quick peak, and once that hit holding back simply was not an option. 

“F-fuck!” She grunted, fingers digging into her palms to stop herself from grabbing her face. She started to cum almost instantly, sending seed flinging out from the tip of her cock and into Tifa’s bobbing mouth right then and there. It was quick, and it was merciless: a wave of white that flooded her in seconds, drowning it in liquid warmth that the girl could only hastily start to gulp down.

Tifa had taken her cum before, but she might have thought that her mouth was more capable; it was most assuredly not. Her bobs faltered and her eyes winced down as load after load of hot seed flooded her tongue and splashed across the roof of her mouth, forcing her to stop all movement and start swallowing; but she adjusted smoothly, settling into it quickly, and began to rhythmically gulp down hot baby-batter without needing to be told. She swallowed it with wet slurps and messy suckles, allowing Yuffie to hear it all.

Oh heck that is so hot, she whined internally, while outwardly just grunted and groaned. Her hips jerked and rolled as she sent rope after rope of seed into Tifa’s mouth, and to her valiant effort, she tried to swallow it all up - her neck gulping visibly, her hands tensing, her tongue pulling. It was, however, too much, and the white cum overflowed from strained lips - at first in bubbles, then in strings, then more and more. By the time Yuffie was driven to a panting stop, the last of her load pumped out, Tifa’s chin was matted in creamy fluid and a steady pool had formed just between her thighs.

Tifa rolled back, popped off her now-stained cock, and swallowed once. Then, twice; then, a third time just to get the sticky load down. As Yuffie panted, though, the girl did not appear bothered in the slightest, and just winked up at her slyly. “Hah. More than I expected…”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Yuffie replied breathlessly. “Hot girl on her knees really does it for me, ya know?”

“Oh, I know,” Tifa laughed musically, hand slowly stroking her shaft. “But that’s not enough to get you down, is it?”

“Not at all,” she told her, a bright, chipper note in her voice. “I’m still good to go.”

“Good,” Tifa declared as she stepped up. “Because I’m horny, and I want you to screw me against this wall until people notice we’re gone.”

“It’ll be my pleasure,” Yuffie drawled. 

Things moved fast - very fast. It was a quickie in every sense of the word, with no time to spare and less to waste. Fast, quick, easy, and done - that was what they moved for as Tifa braced herself against the wall with her hands and wiggled her impressive hips from side to side. She gasped as her skirt was flipped up to bear the generous curves of her lush ass, and her spine curved as Yuffie’s hands dug into the soft flesh. She squeezed and kneaded for the few brief moments it took for her to align herself, and only belatedly shoved undergarments out of the way - but there was no hesitation.

The turgid meat was slammed into her in one rush of movement, drilling her slick hardness into her tight pussy right then and there. Tifa moaned out happily, but subtly; she kept her voice down lest they be overheard. Yuffie did much the same, but found it hard when she was so damned wet. She was soaked, needy, and horny. She clearly wanted it as bad as the ninja did, and that sent a flush of pleasure through her. It wasn’t just ‘some encounter’ again when she felt spurned - the airship sex had dissuaded her of that before, anyhow. She wanted it.

Yuffie felt particularly elated as she drove her hips down, slamming her thickness into her tight cunt until she forced the slick walls aside in a rush. She listened to Tifa’s quiet moaning as she potent rolled her head, slamming her shaft against the wet pink that hugged her so closely. She wasn’t stretching her out, not really, and just tried to stimulate the girl she mounted like a wild stud; she held her wide hips firmly as she drilled herself into her potently, then tugged herself back in a rush.

“Fuck me good,” Tifa begged, and Yuffie grinned. She only ever wanted to please Tifa, and that was exactly what she did as she tugged her shaft back, extracting it from her gushing slit in a rush, and as the juices bubbled up around her it was pounded right back inside. She slammed her thick dick into her gorgeous depths and drew out subvocal, purring moans from her gorgeous lips, and that made the teenager’s spirits soar.

Yuffie knew she wanted it hard and fast to burn off the arousal bubbling in her veins, and she did exactly that in no time at all. She forced her cock into her in a rush of action, slamming it down and hammering into her slick pussy hard enough to make her moan - then tugged back roughly and brusquely, letting her feel every inch that had been crammed into her tightness. Tifa gasped in throaty pleasure and rocked her hips backward, ever the fighter; the ninja kept her hands clamped down, though, and held her steady as she worked her hips.

They swung in broad arcs to hammer down the many inches of her rock-solid cock into her. She slammed it into her tight pussy and reamed out the soft lining of her snatch in intense rushes of movement, sending walls swelling. They were crammed up to the brim with dense dickmeat at a time, and Tifa seemed to love it. Her head tossed back, her bundled black hair rippling in a wave, but Yuffie was more entranced by the sight of her pale neck than any of that. She grunted as she drilled her way into her over and over, only subtly keeping her eyes out for any bystanders. 

“Fucking yes right there Yuffie,” Tifa panted, voice thick with pleasure. The hard quickie was exactly what she wanted, and with time at the forefronts of their minds, they went at it roughly like wild animals. She hammered into her, slamming into her hot snatch and pounded her hips into her deliciously plump ass with brusque jabs, sending pillowy white flesh into ripples. She clapped into her and sent skin thudding outward with each enthusiastic stroke, and her red-eyed partner moaned through luscious lips.

Again and again she pounded into her backside, sending the fat flesh of her ass quivering with effort. She sent the skin clapping over and over as she drilled into her pussy, burying her cock up to the hilt and then some before drawing back with a bubbling of juices just to do it all over again - and again, and again. She grunted and gripped her hips powerfully as she hammered away at her slick snatch, and Tifa rocked against the wall she hunched against as she was fucked for dear life. 

Her breasts waved beneath her despite the clinging tightness of her shirt, and Yuffie watched them as if mesmerized. They looked amazing as they sent the white cloth and black elastic of her sports bra wobbling, and she bit her lip to see them tremble with fleshy motion each time she smacked against her fat ass and sent it thudding outward. She huffed more and more as the awesome sights filled her with unexpected glee, and she quivered like a harp as she steadily, relentlessly drilled herself into her - again and again and again until her cock felt raw. 

Tifa’s backside curved more and more with each potent, pounding strokes, and her ass pushed back to meet her thrusts with an almost greedy intensity she didn’t quite expect. Yuffie adjusted perfectly, though, as she captured her writhing hips in her hands and stroked the broad childbearing curves while sawing her shaft in hard and fast. Thick girldick crammed her pussy up to the very brim, making sure Tifa was utterly stuffed at any given and providing her the intensity she so clearly craved.

Something like desperation powered Yuffie’s movements: a desire to please, a want to keep Tifa happy. She kept on hammering away at her with feverish intensity, and it was hungry matched again and again. She plowed the gorgeous girl’s snatch until it was a writhing mess, and happily thumped into her ass until the pillow skin went flat - and then did it more and more. She watched hands scrape against the brick wall and saw her eyes roll with pleasure, and it delighted her more than she could properly understand. 

“You’re so hot,” she huffed, face tight with exertion. Every bit of her got tighter with concentration the more she tried to plow her brains out, and she didn’t stop for one single moment - not at all. “So hot -”

“Yes yes yes -” Tifa panted in turn, clearly at her wit’s end. Yuffie felt that tell-tale rippling by now, and she knew what was coming - but she didn’t stop. She did not stop thrusting when Tifa hit her peak around her dick, her insides beginning to writhe and spasm with raw need. She threw her head back and bit down on her own wrist to stop herself from moaning out as she climaxed from the hard, quick sex. It was exactly what she wanted, and it all came crashing down upon her in a violent wave. 

Yuffie did not stop. She kept thrusting into her, slamming into her gushing channel more and more, fucking through her writhing snatch to heighten her orgasmic passion. She fucked her right through her climax with her long, thick cock, drilling her brains out to the best of her abilities, all while her balls began to tingle again. Her face formed a mask of concentration as she powerfully hammered away at Tifa’s gushing slit, churning juices into slick lather, and kept at it even as her features grew tighter and tighter with strain.

By the time her climax was upon her, her face was tight from top to bottom and her fingers dug white lines into Tifa’s flesh - but she didn’t stop. She kept at it, hammering away at the girl trying her hardest not to howl, and she fucked her dizzy against the wall. Stroke after stroke after stroke until it became too much, until holding on was too darn hard. Only when her sexual stamina was at its end did she hammer down for the final time and smoosh her jutting ass into a cushion for her to rest against; and, with fingers stroke wide hips perfect for bearing a child, she felt her face morph into an expression of tongue-lolling satisfaction.

She climaxed into Tifa right there against the wall of her hometown. She dumped thick rushes of seed into her as quickly as she could, letting nature do its lewd work and fill her chasm with hot release. She came as if she hadn’t just done so minutes earlier, and dumped another sticky load of cum into her writhing cunt. Walls swelled as Tifa moaned under her breath with each gush of piping hot release that filled her, and Yuffie simply held herself down to pour out every last drop. She huffed and panted as she crashed down from the dizzying height of pleasure and pumped Tifa absolutely full, leaving her pussy swimming in baby-batter. 

It was quick, it was fast, and they didn’t even wait to bathe in the afterglow of sex. It was a quickie, and they were quickly pulling away from one another to tidy up their clothing, steady their panting breaths, and cool flushing faces. Tifa was quicker than Yuffie, who struggled to push her dick back into her shorts; mostly, though, because staring at Tifa was an amazing sight. Naturally, the black-haired girl caught her staring, winked at her, and cupped her face.

“Thanks for that, honey,” she chirped, then leaned in for a quick kiss that had Yuffie’s heart melting.

I’m smitten, she concluded. 

Things got more confusing when Aerith explained her plan to stop the Black Materia Meteor, but confusing was more or less the team’s motto by that point. Ultimate Holy magic, Sephiroth’s seal holding it back in the core of the planet, something-something - weird stuff meant for people way smarter than Yuffie. She just put her skills to the task of helping them in combat, and that was what she was good for - through bases and Rocket Town and underwater reactors, she did her best to help them to the final battle, the final goal.

Unfortunately, Yuffie really wasn’t all that good at the underwater portions of the journey, and the motion sickness settled in quickly. It was why each time they were on board she retreated from the main deck and down toward the rooms they’d cleared out to use as cabins, even if there were few and far between. Each time, she’d get sick, and then, quickly citing her sickness and her need for a distraction, flee as quickly as she could manage. 

“You all right?” Cloud asked her on her latest jaunt, hand grabbing her wrist out of concern. Yuffie flushed, and she didn’t quite meet his eyes. 

“Y-yeah. Just motion sickness,” she lied. 

“Hm. Yeah. I still get claustrophobic in here.” He nodded, and to her, it seemed like he was trying to be much more open than before. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yup!” She said cheerfully, trying to plaster a broad smile on her face. “Totally. I just need to be alone for a bit. A-and distract myself. Yeah.”

“Alright.” Cloud nodded again, and his blonde spikes of hair bounced. How he kept it all in place, she sure as hell didn’t know. “...By the way, have you seen Tifa?” 

Yuffie stiffened. “Ah - nope. Nada. Not a single hint of her.”

Cloud blinked, but nodded for a third time. “Okay. Well, if you see her, let her know I wanted to speak to her about something.”

“I mean, I’ll be in my cabin, uh, trying not to hurl, but sure!” She grinned and flashed an awkward thumbs-up. “I’ll do that!”

“Thanks. You’re, uh. You’re a good - friend.” It almost seemed hard for Cloud to get the words out, but she didn’t blame him. He was as emotionally stunted as they came. 

“Same, dude.” She winked and patted him on the shoulder. “Same. Thanks for letting me tag along after everything.”

“No problem.”

“See you topside, then. Uh - later!”

She retreated as fast as she could and made it straight to her ‘cabin’ as quickly as was possible. She huffed as she slammed the door closed behind her, locked it, sealed it, and then spun. “Holy shit.”

Tifa raised her brow at her. “Holy shit?”

“Cloud was asking for you,” she huffed out. “Almost locked up. Aerith for sure woulda known I was lyin’.”

Tifa laughed. “It’s not that big a deal. Just tell him you were going to spend time with me.”

“I can’t say that,” Yuffie sputtered in a chuckle. “They’d know we were up to no good.”

“No good?” Tifa laughed softly. “That’s a funny way of putting it.”

Yuffie bit her lip and paused by the door. Tifa leaned against an iron slab of a dresser - or whatever it was meant to be - with her hands tucked behind her, making her look almost schoolgirl-like in appearance. She was devastatingly attractive, and with her pose so free and casual, every bit of her mostly-naked body was shown off in all its womanly glory. 

“How would you put it?” She countered, voice filled with curiosity. 

“Hm…” Tifa pushed herself away from the dresser, and she approached with swinging hips and muscles working under her skin. “I’d say I was having a good time with my friend.”

“Ah.” Yuffie’s mind lingered on the words. “He’s probably too dense to get that.”

“Doesn’t really matter if it’s our secret or not, Yuffie,” Tifa said. She stepped right into Yuffie’s personal space to touch her forearms, which prompted the teenager to set her hands on a fit yet hourglass waistline. “I want to spend my time with you, and you feel the same… I hope.”

“Uh, totally, of course,” she assured. 

“Good.” Tifa smiled at her. “Then there’s nothing wrong with any of this.”

“Just - he might think it’s, you know, awkward. Or might not like it.”

“Why does it matter if he does or doesn’t?” Tifa raised her brow. “Is it not good enough that we like it?”

“I - well, you’re not wrong.” Yuffie shrugged. “Just didn’t think you’d want him to know.”

Tifa looked perplexed. “Why would I care?”

Yuffie was not quite sure how to indicate that she felt awkward bringing up Tifa’s pining over Cloud, so left it vague. “Just - you know.”

“I don’t,” Tifa replied amusedly. “Geez, what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing, nothing,” she lied. “Just, uh, not used to walking into my room and seeing a pretty girl there.”

Tifa smiled, her confusion seemingly left forgotten. “Well, now that you have her… what are you going to do to her?”

“I’m hoping she can distract me from my motion sickness,” Yuffie said slowly, tone dropping a smooth octave - or so it felt, heck if she knew how to make herself sound more seductive. She hoped she did, though, because the way Tifa’s lashes fluttered made her arousal spike. 

“You don’t seem very motion sick,” Tifa teased, and Yuffie’s lips twitched into a smile.

“Oh, honey, I am super motion sick,” she purred. “I definitely need a hot girl to take my mind off things.”

Tifa’s eyes twinkled, and Yuffie was hopelessly lost in them. “That can be arranged, I think.”

It wasn’t the first time they’d fucked in the submarine. Yuffie was not sure if it would be the last, given their journey - but as they lived in the moment, as she got Tifa down into a prone-bone and hammered away at her until she was a mewling mess, she just enjoyed it for what it was. Tifa helped her get over her motion sickness by simply distracting her away from it, taking her mind off it with her body and her touch and her smile, and that was all that mattered. 

She was all that mattered.

Even if it didn’t last, even if they approached the end far too quickly, she had those moments they shared - and she loved them almost as much as she loved Tifa. 

The final battle came quickly, it seemed. They knew what they had to do thanks to Aerith, and with the Huge Materia collected to serve as a power source and the Key recovered from its hidden spot, they were ready to take on Sephiroth - if only the small problem that was his defensive shield around the core blocking access. Once that was dealt with, they could then kill the former SOLDIER and stop him from blocking Aerith’s previously-cast Holy spell. 

Things turned out strangely for the better when one of the massive Weapon lifeforms, Diamond, attacked Midgar. The Highwind had to hightail it over to stop the city from being destroyed, only for them to find out that Shinra - for all their shitty faults - were very much in-line with the destruction of Sephiroth. Their massive Mako canon had been set in the city to presumably be powered by their far more powerful reactors, and after the party fought the Weapon system to a standstill, a single shot from the insanely strong canon sheared right through it - and subsequently tore across half a continent to ram into the massive barrier of light on the horizon signifying Sephiroth’s shield and tore it asunder.

In one fell swoop, they had the access they needed for victory with the only price being the partial destruction of Shinra HQ. A fair price, but one that they learned was not anywhere near as beneficial as they’d thought; with the President of the company, the only person holding control over the various Shinra factions, found dead in the attack, the entire city plunged into a nightmare of in-fighting and panic. Cait Sith begged them to take to the field and help shut down the nefarious schemes of those that took command - so, they did.

They parachuted into the city with not a single moment of free time from the battle with the Diamond Weapon and tackled the building upon which the Mako Cannon - Sister Ray, Cait Sith called it - was mounted. Yuffie was as disinclined to listen to Cait Sith after everything that had happened before, but upon learning who it was - that it was Reeves, the informant for Avalanche, potentially the guy helping out Wutai, too - she felt a dedication to the cause like never before.

She put her all into that battle, from Scarlet to Heidegger to Hojo, and it proved to be vital once the vile professor’s schemes were revealed in full. If they had not stopped him and he had been able to fire the cannon a second time, he might have powered up Sephiroth - his so-called son - until he was unstoppable. Even if it didn't, if it did not work at all, the simple act of firing would have seen all of the Mako reactors go critical all at once and irreparably, substantially cause the utter annihilation of Midgar - all of its million souls, gone. 

Then, silence. The Highwind touched down just outside of the city, and with the Meteorfall - the destruction of the planet - just one week away, Cloud became introspective. He wanted everyone to leave. To find a reason to fight. Something, he said, that was beyond just saving the Planet. He wanted them all to go off and find that reason, and if they found it, to come back. Family, friends, a cause - whatever and however.

Yuffie thought it was a load of crap. She didn’t need to return to Wutai to know what she was fighting for. Neither did she think anyone needed a ‘reason’ beyond the freakin’ Planet, because if that was gone there was nothing left. So, as Cloud spent a night with Aerith under the stars, she fumed at the stupidity of his request. The last thing she was going to do, after all, was let herself be kicked off the ship and told to ride over to Wutai to confirm her dedication to the cause.

It’s not like Wutai is worth any more than Tifa, she thought to herself at one point as she stood by the Chocobo stables. If the Planet is gone, both of them are gone. If Tifa goes alone and I stay behind and she dies, I’d never be able to live with myself. If Wutai went, heck, at least we’d still have each other.

It was about then that Yuffie realized something, and it was about then that she understood why Cloud told them to think about what they wanted. Yuffie had done very little thinking of late. She’d been mostly instinctual, moving on that and that alone, not offering herself much time to ponder the reason behind it. So she sat, crouched, and hugged her knees to her chest as she weighed her thoughts and her emotions on the mental scales of her mind.

Then, she stood, brushed herself off, and went to find Tifa.

She was in her cabin aboard the Highwind, and finding her wasn’t hard. She made it easy, and didn’t seem particularly bothered with anything. Pensive, perhaps, but totally normal. Yuffie did not know whether that was a cause for concern or not, but she put her best smile on as she rapped on the door.

“Hey,” she chirped. “Not going anywhere?”

“Hm?” Tifa’s expression brightened at the sight of her - actually brightened, lighting up happily. “Yuffie! Hah, I could say that myself. I thought you’d be going back to Wutai.”

Yuffie smiled. “Don’t need to go to Wutai to know I want to keep it safe, you know? Waste of a trip.”

Tifa smiled. She sat up on her bed and shuffled back until she hit the headboards, then patted the space between them. Yuffie swaggered over and plopped herself down without reservation, by then perfectly comfortable with spending time in Tifa’s bedroom. She did not, however, speak up all at once, and just let the moment linger. 

“Barret and the others left,” Tifa said at length. “Though, I think he just wants to see Marlene.”

“His daughter?”

“Yes.”

Yuffie nodded. “Makes sense.” She licked her lips. “You’re not going anywhere?”

Tifa looked down at her lap. “Nothing really left. Everything I have is here, and the only thing I have left to fight for is the cause, so…”

“Everything I have is here, too,” Yuffie said, and Tifa looked up questioningly. “Er - wait, that didn’t come out right. I mean, I’ve got Wutai and my friends and my dad and stuff, but I mean… that’s not all I have.”

Tifa looked vaguely amused. “Yeah?”

“Hey, don’t laugh at me!” She huffed, but her tone was jovial. “I’m saying, uh, that I’ve been thinking. Like, what Cloud said? It makes sense, I didn’t think too much about what’s worth fighting for.”

Tifa kept on smiling at her. “Yes?”

Yuffie frowned. “What’s with that tone?”

Tifa reached forward to grab her hand. “Come on, finish what you were saying.”

“H-hey, what’s this?” Yuffie huffed. 

“Finish,” Tifa said, “what you were saying.”

Yuffie felt red in the face. “Why are you so excited about this? I’m not - I’m just saying - like, I was thinking - because he told us to think -”

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve seen you so tongue-tied before.” Tifa slowly shook her head as she rubbed circles into the back of her hand. “C’mon, Yuffie. Tell me.”

“Geez.” She flushed. “Has anyone told you how ridiculously sexy you are?”

“You’re avoiding the conversation now!” Tifa laughed

“You’re ridiculously sexy,” Yuffie stated flatly. 

“Thanks,” the red-eyed beauty replied. “But?”

Yuffie licked her lips. “I kinda thought…”

“...Yes?”

“...Just that, as awesome as fighting for Wutai is,” Yuffie said tentatively, “I like the idea of fighting for you way more.”

Tifa smiled, but looked thoroughly amused. “Is that how you want to put it?”

Yuffie flushed. “W-what?”

“How about this?” Tifa leaned in, eyes bright. “Everything I have is here on this ship and in the people I’ve met. And you are the reason I want to fight and keep the Planet safe, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to be with you.”

“Oh, yeah,” she said with a thick voice. “That’s a much better way of putting it.”

“Is that how you would put it?”

“Yeah,” she half-squeaked. “I, uh. I’ve really come to - to like you. You’ve always been seriously pretty -”

Tifa stifled a laugh.

“-But I think you’re really awesome, and it’s totally more than just the boobs.” Yuffie smiled and tried to sound more confident, more bold. “I really like you, Tifa. And when I was thinking about it… I’d take you over Wutai any day. So, that’s why I want to fight.”

Tifa was still smiling as she asked, “and you came here to tell me that?”

“Doesn’t it just make sense to spend the night before the final battle with someone I care about?” She asked, and Tifa grinned brightly.

“I’m thinking the exact same thing,” Tifa agreed. “Feeling the exact same thing.”

Yuffie’s heart beat fast. “R-really?” 

“Of course. Why, did you think I didn’t?”

“W-well… it was a possibility?”

Tifa gasped. “Yuffie!”

“W-what?” She shrugged and tried not to flinch. “You, uh, you know. There was you, and… Cloud… and Rebound sex…”

“Huh?” Tifa frowned before huffing out a laugh. “That was the first time, Yuffie. C’mon, I don’t just hook up like that.”

“Oh.” Yuffie felt faint. “Wait. So. Each time we - like, when we fucked in Mideel, and Bone Town, and, uh, Rocket Town, and on the airship, and -”

Tifa rolled her eyes. “Geez, are you gonna list it all out? You’re kinda making me feel shameless.”

“Noooot my intention,” she assured. “I just thought - you know, with Cloud -”

“He’s my childhood friend,” Tifa told her. “He always will be. And?”

“...And…” Yuffie trailed off, finding her thoughts very much blank. “I just thought you didn’t want to -”

Tifa cocked her head. “Were you looking for something without strings? If I’m reading you wrong, I’m sorry I just -”

“No, no,” Yuffie said altogether too quickly. “Strings are good. I like strings. Totally. More that, uhm. You know. I just really thought - I assumed.”

“...And…” Yuffie trailed off, finding her thoughts very much blank. “I didn’t think that far. It’s just what I, like, assumed.”

“Don’t assume next time,” Tifa hummed as she cupped Yuffie’s small chin. Her thumb pressed against her lips, and the teen felt more than a little entranced. “Okay?”

“Okay,” she squeaked, and their lips met in a kiss. 

Their kiss felt just the same as it always did, but there was something more behind it that Yuffie just adored. It felt thicker, fuller, more imbued with life, more passionate, more everything, and she was happy for it. They kissed, mouths molding together, lips locking, squishing, and touching, while hands moved in to start groping at one anotherès bodies with a need that wasn't quite easy to convey. They pawed at each other, trailing fingers over muscles and across delicious curves, just taking it all in.

Their words hadn't been a confession, not really, but they understood one another. Tifa wasn't there to hook up with Cloud, she was there to hook up with her. She wanted to share the moment with her, wanted to fight for her, and that was what mattered. Yuffie's heart soared to know that Tifa reciprocated her feelings in some way, and she conveyed that joy into the lock of their lips and the passion of their mouths. She kissed her until tongues broke through and started to tangle together beyond the damp seal of their lips, twisting and dancing with inexpert finesse. 

They made out there on the bed as hands moved together and rose along, touching and caressing at whatever they wanted. No part of their bodies were foreign to them any longer, and they pawed at the bare skin happily, almost hungrily. They explored curves that they knew well, teasing at skin they understood, and probed firmly. They stopped short of clothing, brushing just past hemlines and waistbands, but the firmness intensified with each passing moment. Tongues danced, spit was swapped, and faces got in as close as bodies as they clumsily moved together.

Then, the tugging started. Tifa began to fitfully work at her shorts as Yuffie pulled on her chest, bringing her white top up. Hands lifted only once her fly had been unzipped and allowed the ninja to throw the cloth off entirely, leaving her just in a very complimentary sports bra – and there they stopped as the kiss was broken and they were allowed the time to stare into their eyes.

“Whoa,” Yuffie said thickly. “Hi.”

Tifa smiled. “Hey.”

“Anyone told you that you're beautiful?”

“Oh, yes,” Tifa laughed.

Yuffie licked her lips. She felt a bit awkward with the sudden speed of their encounter, and tried to reign it back. “I didn't come here just for sex, you know.”

“Didn't you?” 

“No, I just wanted to tell you how I felt,” she admitted gently. “That's mostly it.”

Tifa hummed. “Thank you, Yuffie. That means a lot to me.”

Yuffie flushed with pride. “The pleasure's mine.”

“But it only makes sense to be together after a confession like that, hm?” Tifa teased gently, body sliding closer at the same time. “One last time before the final battle?”

“Don't say that,” she dismissed entirely. “It won't be the last time.”

“I'm hoping for it,” Tifa husked, and leaned in for another kiss. That time, Yuffie didn't hold back – not that she had the first time, but reservations melted away entirely as she resumed her frantic pulling. She tugged the sports bra off with the kiss only breaking momentarily, then resumed their sloppy making out as she palmed Tifa's fat breasts. She squished fingers into the plush skin and bent them around pleasantly, and listened to her lover's resulting moans of satisfaction.

They made out as her shorts were tugged off much the same as always, and she enjoyed the feeling of garters snapping under her own fingers as she moved hands along. They rolled together as clothing was awkwardly and messily stripped down in fits, with green shirts and white shorts and black skirts and lacy undergarments all being lazily thrown around in a desperate bid to get naked – save for stockings and socks, which took too much time in the heat of the moment.

Palms cupped naked flesh all too soon, and hands roved along smooth backsides to take it all in. Both of them had more scars than the start of their respective journeys, but they mapped each one out with love. They touched one another joyfully and squeezed at whatever they could, all while moving in against one another with a whisper of skin-on-skin contact. They touched, they kissed, and the palmed soft curves, each one enjoying every last bit of it. Spit swapped messily, noses brushed, and hands groped, deepening the intimacy of the moment further. 

Tifa crawled up into her lap and spread her thighs around her waist, easily straddling her. One hand reached down to grab her cock, and Yuffie did not shy away from it. She joyfully let the stronger, more fit girl hoist her manhood up and sent it slapping against her puffy slit, and just enjoyed the reverberations for what they were. Tifa dictated the pace as she took it up and bucked her hips against the rod, shoving her lower petals against the wonderful stiffness she'd grown to know over the last many weeks – and the young ninja loved it.

She showed her love in the kiss, and Tifa responded in kind. They made out as the girl aligned herself in her lap, moving almost too fast for sensible people – but they were young people in love, and they didn't care. She didn't care as the shaft was hiked up to stab at a soft, sodden pussy, and only moaned into hot lips as she was mounted right then and there. It might have been fast, but there was no denying that it was right. She loved Tifa more than she could have expected, and even if it was infatuation, she submitted to it.

She palmed soft, squishy breasts with one hand and used the other to brace a stunningly wide hip. She held her and helped her down as she sat down on her cock, and moaned into her mouth at the speed of it; they were so accustomed with one another's bodies that she just sank down, pressing onto the shaft without much resistance at all. The soft petals of her pussy parted around the thick head and accepted it inside in a rush, allowing the silken inches beyond to hungrily swallow up the reciprocal inches of turgid cock. 

Both of them moaned together, and they indulged in their shared sensation. She squeezed a soft, full breast until the white skin bulged out between her fingers as Tifa dropped down in her lap, smoothly taking her cock into her inch by powerful inch. She shoved herself onto it without difficulty, filling Yuffie with the awe-inspiring pleasure that was her sensitive dick gliding up into the luscious tightness of a woman. The silken walls of her pussy hugged her as if it was their first time together, and the softness of her textured tunnel brought her groan-inducing pleasure. Her eyes almost rolled as she was buried up to the midsection on that simple descent alone, and moaned throatily at the sudden forward bucking of Tifa's hips.

Tifa broke the kiss softly and wrapped her arms securely around Yuffie's shoulders. A bridge of saliva connected their mouths, and the two let it hang there as they stared into one another's eyes. She did nothing more than pant as Tifa rose, her broad hips smoothly tugging, and shifted inches of rock-solid girldick in her snatch; sending the silken walls grinding against its pale-fleshed surface, stroking them all in her luscious embrace. She pulled up to the tip, drawing out inch by turgid inch, all to the Wutai girl's pleasure.

“Fuck, Tifa...” She moaned. “The way you move those hips is just... just incredible.”

“You're sweet,” Tifa giggled breathlessly, as if her words weren't lewd or crude. Her hips rolled to shift inner walls out around the hardness, and her body pushed down to jam the thick girth right back into the walls of her pussy. Inches of it sloshed through her roiling juices to stab deep into her warm hearth, and that sensation was positively eye-rolling for Yuffie. She bit down on her lip, breaking the bridge of saliva, and squeezed her fingers down into a soft breast hard enough to make her partner gasp.

Tifa's hips bucked as she groaned, and then rose up with the same smooth tugging sweep. She pulled up across the many inches of cockmeat, using the strength of her core in the process, and Yuffie was left in awe. The way her abs played under the skin was delightful to watch, and seeing her thighs flex reminded her just how well-trained her lover was. She had a strong, fit girl bouncing in her lap, but one with the body of an utter bombshell – the very best of both worlds, in her not-so-humble opinion. She loved it, and she cupped her breast as fondly as she could manage while voicing her praise.

“You're beautiful,” she told her with awe. “Every last bit of you.”

“Stop,” Tifa husked, face decorated with a bright blush. Her hips rolled and pushed down, swallowing up as much hard girlcock as she wanted to, and then dragged off again with the same skillful buck. She stimulated them both at the same time with that riding sweep, and she knew it. 

“No, really,” Yuffie assured her, hand squeezed her breast and the other tugging on her waist. Soft skin bent beneath her fingers, and she indulged in it. “You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Strong and fit and curvy and just gorgeous and – gosh, I love you -”

“You love me?” Tifa husked, leaning right back over. Hips bucked sharply in her lap, grinding the cock inside of her, then pushed forward in another dizzying sweep that made them moan. Her movements picked up, becoming broader and smoother, but all Yuffie could concentrate on was her pretty eyes.

“Yeah,” Yuffie said at once, then cleared her thick throat to try again. “Yes. I do. I think I do.”

Tifa didn't respond, but she didn't have to when she dove in to lock her lips in a kiss. It might have been that Yuffie started off as a rebound with the only girl to show her unequivocal attention and desire, but it transformed into something else along the way – and now Tifa was wholly committed to her choice, and showed it in the passion behind her nearly-bruising kiss. She sucked hard on her bottom lip, pulling on it deftly, and then applied pressure that was positively groan-inducing.

As that pleasure rolled through Yuffie, so too did the far more potent sensation of her hot pussy wrapped around her thick shaft. The girl dropped down steadily, impaling herself in a smooth movement, and pushing down onto the meaty pillar. She took it inside of her with relish, groaned into the lip she was suckling upon, then drew up at a fast, brisk pace - then, again, dropping down, sliding onto the dense shaft, taking it up into her glorious tightness without a hint of difficulty. She moved with lewd smoothness, rolling the textured walls of her hot pussy against the throbbing girth with each ascent and almost greedily shoving it into herself on each quick descent - and settled into that hot rotation with ease.

She let go of Yuffie’s bottom lip to suck her into another deep kiss, and Yuffie loved it. She submitted to the insistence of her mouth and the probing hunger of her tongue, and tried her best to just spar with it. The sensation was pleasant and soft, and she sighed against it - all while her cock was stroked off by the gorgeous softness of the pussy wrapped so securely around her throbbing member. The skin of her cock was expertly hugged by it, moulding to the shape of her to really pleasure it, and the ninja adored it. 

She let Tifa do what she wanted for many long moments, though, happy to just have the glorious girl bouncing in her lap. She sat up straight and held her on top of her thighs as she bounced up and down, taking the cock in and out of her silken softness with each smooth repetition. She groaned into her kissing lips as she was fucked at her whim and dication, her cock taken inside at her own heady pace and extracted at her sloppy rhythm, and just let the pleasure fill her up. Her fingers tightened around her hip and her palm squished into her breast, all to salve the sensations rolling through her right then.

It was Yuffie that broke the kiss, and only so that she could pepper Tifa’s round face with kisses. She planted a wet mark against the corner of her plump lips, then along her cheek, then down to the rolling curve of her jawline; then across it, moving in and nuzzling into soft, white skin, following the natural sweeps and caressing each one with the eager heat of her mouth. She planted wet marks on her as hands swept up and down her body at the same time, caressing her rolling flanks until they met in the middle and cupped her narrow waist; then, squeezing, she planted a hickey on her jaw and drew out a throaty little moan.

“Oh, Yuffie…” Tifa sighed, and Yuffie positively preened.

“So pretty,” she husked, enjoying the sounds she garnered. “So beautiful. Gosh, you’re just the best thing ever, Tifa, you know that?”

She worshipped her jawline with her hot mouth, planting mark after mark and kiss after kiss against her smooth face. She tucked in and nuzzled deeply, making sure to leave no inch untouched. As she unleashed her hungry kisses, Tifa gasped, tightened arms around her shoulders, and rolled her hips all the harder still, moving in broader arcs and deeper pushes. She settled into her bouncing with remarkable ease, diving down onto her meaty rod of a cock with hunger, taking it inside over and over and over without stopping.

Hips slammed down into her lap with increasing speed and force as Tifa rode her cock hard; not nearly as fast as a proper cowgirl, no, not with the two of them so upright and aligned, but more than fast enough for Yuffie to really feel it. She loved it, too. She groaned for it even as she planted kisses against her soft jawline, moving in and around the soft curves. She peppered her with wet marks, making out with her perfect face and then down into the crook of her neck, sweeping around to tease out all the sensitive spots she could search out.

“So hot,” she praised. “So perfect. A pretty girl and a good fighter - you’re the perfect package.”

Yuffie’s words washed against the skin she worshipped with her mouth - the underside of her jaw, the softness of her neck, the entire length of the soft curve. She planted down mark after mark, suckling hard enough to leave red marks in the creamy colour of her skin, making hickeys with each press. She lavished her body with attention, and Tifa moaned for it happily. She responded with downward presses of her hips, deep, heady slams that embraced the entirety of her cock and surrounded it in pleasure. It was all Yuffie could do not to buck her hips up into her just to get more friction out of it, and that willpower faded more and more with each passing moment.

“That feels so nice,” Tifa sighed, and Yuffie was happy - more than happy, really, to decorate her neck with kisses and let her mouth rove along her collarbone, teasing the sensitive patches of skin there with lust. She suckled and pulled at skin while the black-haired beauty bounced away in her lap, rising and falling with steep, enthusiastic sweeps. Her body rolled, dropping down to smack her ass into her lap, then drawing back just to do it again. Steady thumps rang out and filled the air as the softness of her ass smacked against toned legs, the flesh ringing out over and over.

Breasts wobbled almost right in Yuffie’s face, and her roving, touching hands moved up to cup them. As she sucked on her collarbones and dusted her chest with kisses she squeezed her tits with her hands, bending the plentiful flesh around her palms. She pushed in, digging down, then pulling back; she played with her chest while lips worked and bodies gyrated together, and drew out yet more sighs from her partner’s lips. The twitch of her thumbs against her nipples and the gentle pinching only set her off harder, driving hips to move a bit more fervently.

“Yes,” Tifa groaned softly. “Ah - Yuffie -”

Hips rolled and thrust down, making stomach muscles flex and breasts bounce. It was Tifa’s chest that excited her the most, and she happily dug her fingers into the perfectly pliant masses as she worshipped her skin with her mouth. Quickly, though, the downward crawl of her lips brought her into range with the fleshy mountains, and soon her hands busied themselves with hefting up the fleshy swells and bringing them into line with her lips. She planted equally wet kisses along their gravid slopes, happily lavishing them with all the attention they deserved.

“Yes,” Tifa moaned, “yes -”

Yuffie sucked along the inner slopes of her breasts, plucking at the soft, squishy skin and pulling it into her mouth. She left shiny, wet patches as she buried her head in her chest and just kissed away messily, senselessly going at Tifa’s body and showing her raw appreciation for it. It was met with enthusiastic moans, cradling arms, and happy bounces, all of which made her more and more content. She moaned against her as hips rose and fell in broad arcs, taking her cock into her tight pussy and then drawing back again to leave her shiny and wet and throbbing - then doing it again.

Hips rose and fell as she fucked her in her lap with bounces and slams, taking her all inside each time she moved. Shallow thumps and thuds rang out to fill the air each time she brought herself down, and Yuffie adored the feeling. That adoration travelled through into the way her face nuzzled into soft titflesh and her hands more eagerly massaged the soft skin, sending it rolling and bouncing. Lips kissed fervently, sweeping around until they clamped around pink nipples, then tugging them up with a sloppy-sounding squelch to start suckling firmly. She pulled hard enough to draw out moaning gasps, and with a grin on her lips, she dove in deeper and deeper to suck, caress, and lap.

Her hands left her bouncing breasts to grab her hips, and she started to help Tifa along even as she buried herself in her chest. She suckled away on a breast like a child and clamped down on the wide swells of her waist all too eagerly, and as fingers dug into the skin, she started to pull. She did not do much, granted, but she hefted her up just a touch too securely, then brought her down to thud into her lap with a wet noise. She pulled her, taking her down, happily spearing up into her luscious insides, then rolling back to do it again - and again, and again.

“Fuck, Yuffie,” Tifa moaned down at her. “Fuck -”

“You sound so hot,” Yuffie told her throatily. “Gosh, I love how you feel around me.”

She pulled her head back to peer up at Tifa’s blissful face from beyond her cleavage. Tifa looked beautifully radiant, and she soaked in that expression of satisfaction. She let it fill her up as she filled up her cunt, her pelvis starting to properly back to add a bit more edge into the fucking. She thrust up into the softness of her cunt, drilling into her at a smooth, grinding pace, treating her to all the attention she could manage and then some. Sharp thrusts, upward rolls, and the length of her prick slammed through her gushing insides and back again.

“You feel amazing - so hot and warm,” she continued, happily praising the beautiful girl in her lap. “So tight. I don’t think anyone could ever feel better.”

Yuffie’s hips jabbed as she drilled herself into Tifa’s clamping, writhing depths, and she listened to her happy groans all the more. She pushed into her, penetrating her soft snatch, then brought herself back to do it again. She pulled down, drawing back, letting Tifa ride her in turn, both of them gyrating together; hips bucking, rolling, grinding, and back again. The upright position prevented outright slamming as far as Yuffie knew, but that didn’t mean it suffered for intensity. It didn’t, not one single bit.

Flesh clapped as hips pushed down, allowing a plump ass to smoosh into Yuffie’s lap. She groaned throatily as her cock was buried inside soft female flesh again and again, with warm pink hungrily accepting the length of her cock each and every time. She thrust up into her a little more actively with each repetition, going for a little bit more and more and more, hungry for that added oomph. Pleasure filled them, rocked through them, making them both moan in the purest of pleasure - and it just kept on going.

Fucking in tandem, bodies rolling in her lap, Yuffie indulged in the pleasure of the moment. She was happy to be with someone she cared about, and was happy that Tifa seemed to feel the same. She gasped almost drunkenly on that strange high, and she let it soak into her. It felt so much better to know she felt the same that she was almost giddy, and it made her want to do more, go for more, try harder - and harder, and harder. She thrust up into her, making her feel better, pulling on wide hips to help her, and drew out some of the sweetest sounds she’d ever heard.

“Moan for me, Tifa,” she urged breathlessly. Her brows furrowed in intense concentration and her lips quivered with raw need, indicating her closeness. “Moan for me, baby, honey, please.”

Breathless urging worked, and Tifa moaned out more and more as she threw herself down. She thrust into her gorgeous tightness, fucking her more and more, both pushing and pumping in rhythm, in lewd harmony. Gasps and moans echoed out from both of them in thicker and thicker quantities, both of them finding their pleasure in one another - and it got more intense. Breathless moaning filled the room as much as the sound of flesh-on-flesh contact, and soon, the writhing of inner walls and the pulsating throb of a hard cock made themselves known.

“Yuffie,” Tifa moaned, her face growing tighter. “Yuffie - !”

It proved to be too much. Too hot, too much stimulation, too sweet; it was all too nice. Hearing Tifa moan her name while holding onto her was an intensely pleasurable feeling, and she rode that dizzy height until she could go no further. Gasping in pleasure, indulging in lewdness, she allowed the moments to linger on for a bit longer, letting it roll on and continue, but they rapidly approached the end. She couldn’t go further, couldn’t draw out more, not as insides milked her, not as Tifa moaned her name, and not as her shaft throbbed so hard. 

“Tifa - !”

“Yuffie - !”

Bodies slammed together, and that was it. They both hit their peaks at the same impossibly heady time, and that was that. They moaned loudly for a few brief seconds before lips slammed together in a heady kiss, and hands moved up to cup heads, fingers burying themselves in dark hair, and held fast; insides writhed, spasmed with contracting force, surrounding a dick that throbbed with insistent life. As juices started to pool in the slickness of her tunnel, Yuffie’s cock pulsated with raw, virile need.

Again, babybatter was sent flinging out from her bulbous head to plaster insides in white. It was a familiar feeling by now, but that did not stop Tifa from moaning into her kissing lips or Yuffie from shuddering in raw pleasure. Her hips jerked as she started to sent thick strings of cum into her partner, plastering pink in the virility of her cum. Rope after gooey rope launched out and sloshed against her pink pussy, staining walls and drenching them over in a new colour entirely. It was almost as if the entire contents of her balls were pumped into her, and Yuffie loved it.

The two kissed, and hands clenched as tight as squishing lips. They indulged in one another’s taste and texture while they rode out their respective peaks with rolling hips and bucking waists, doing anything and everything to feel just a bit more each time. They groaned and sighed into mouths as juices rolled, walls writhed, and a cock pulsated, spitting out more and more ropes of hot seed. The hot load of seed stained every inch of her in white, plastering her innermost depths in fertile heat. The sheer amount of cum almost assuredly soaked right into her womb by then, but that was the last thing Yuffie thought about - she didn’t even care about the cum pouring down from their conjoined nethers.

She just indulged, and was happy that Tifa did the same. Both their faces were masked of pleasure, their features light, airy, almost breezy, and satisfaction dripped off of their youthful bodies. They shuddered together as the last dribbles of seed entered her, and hips rolled to extract just that little bit more. Cooing, lips pulled back, only to meet again with a fitful tug; then, again, they parted, only for another kiss. It was like they could not be separated, and it made Yuffie laugh against her lips.

She pushed Tifa down then, deciding to take some initiative. There would be time to talk later, she knew. All she had to do was purr out an I love you against her mouth and push her down onto her back, then rest her lean ninja body on top of her curvy fighter’s build; and with curves pressing together, their breasts squishing and their stomachs rubbing, she found herself thrusting away between her lover’s legs, pumping into her cum-filled snatch to keep the lurid moment going for longer and longer.

It was the night before the final battle, after all. 

They had the time. 

The battle was over. Sephiroth, and all his forms, were defeated. His consciousness and Cloud’s had merged briefly in the lifestream, and were subsequently pulled apart thanks to the combined efforts of Tifa and Aerith. It almost seemed like there wouldn’t be enough time after that to actually stop Meteor from hitting the Planet, but with Aerith there to focus the newly-released power, they had just enough to slip by the skin of their teeth. 

The shattered fragments of the Meteor rained down, pelting Midgar, but the city survived in some state of modesty. A few plates fell, a handful of sections slumped, most of it was without power, but it survived - mostly. The people were safe, as evacuating that many civilians would have been impossible otherwise. Whatever was left of Shinra turned toward rescue efforts, and whether it was out of a false public image, generosity, or a desperate attempt to salvage their company’s resources, none of it mattered - they helped, and that was it.

The party, all alive and well, simply stood on the deck of the Highwind and watched it all. There was a lot to do, but there and then, they didn’t have to. They could just stare and watch and wait to help later. That was fine; they’d earned the rest. They were all somewhat worse for the wear, and so that first day was just relaxation that had been well-earned. So, too, was the next, then the next; but after that, for the next two weeks, they were all hard at work helping people in Midgar, aiding in the rescue efforts in the damaged sections of the city where people became trapped. 

That was that. In one fell swoop, Shinra was gutted, their power shattered irrevocably, and the Planet saved. Yuffie knew that. She helped in Midgar with her heart soaring at the knowledge that her goal was done, that she’d beaten the Company in nearly its entirety. It still existed, but that didn’t mean they could continue in their oppressive schemes; they had a chance, now. She was happy for it, even as two weeks dragged into three, then four.

“It’s hard work,” Tifa told her one day as they both rested in the center set up to direct rescue efforts. “But I think we’re about done.”

“Yes, I think so, too.” Yuffie nodded. “Good to see everyone helping out for once… and for Shinra to do something useful.”

“Yes, well, they’re not going to be the same ever again,” Tifa said with a smile, and Yuffie grinned.

“Oh, yeah, you can say that again.” She tilted her head up to look at the sky. “Can’t wait to go back home and see what’s happened. Dunno if they’re gonna, like, try and crack down to maintain the company there, or if they’re all gonna scatter. I bet that once the New Wutai Government rises up, they’re all going to be scared witless.”

Tifa laughed softly. “Are you planning on going back?”

“Oh, yeah,” Yuffie said instantly. “Gotta see how things are going, help out if I’m needed. Gotta restore Wutai’s honour, and all that!”

“Ah.” Tifa nodded quietly.

Yuffie’s heart instantly panged. “E-er, I mean, like, I’d only go for a while, then I’d totally come back here! To you. A week, tops, honest.”

Tifa grinned. “You’d come back for me?”

“Obviously,” she huffed, and reached out to wrap an arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders. “I’m never leaving you behind.”

“Good.” Tifa smiled softly. “...Would you have room for one more?”

“What?” Yuffie cocked her head. “Like, if I went to Wutai?”

“Yes.”

“Totally.” She nodded twice. “Totally! It’d be awesome if you came. Then, uhm, I could give you that tour I promised you.”

Tifa’s eyes were bright. “You remembered that?”

“Of course,” she assured, leaning in to knock shoulders together. “I always remember what you say.”

Tifa hummed. “Is Wutai the kind of place I could open a bar?”

Yuffie laughed. “I think you could do that anywhere. Why?”

“I’m looking to open another Seventh Heaven… even if it’s not here in district Seven.”

“Honey, you could do whatever you want and I’d be down.”

Tifa cocked her head at her. “Say. Would you have room for two more on this trip to Wutai?”

“Two more?” Yuffie furrowed her brow. “Yes? Uh - who?”

Tifa raised her eyebrow.

“Cloud?”

She shook her head.

“...Barret? Er, nah, that’d be three with his daughter… Uh… not Aerith probably, since Cloud… Cid…?”

She shook her head.

“Uhm. Look. I can go through all of our friends, but, uh…” She scratched the back of her neck. “I’ve got no clue who we’re talking about…”

Tifa patted her stomach. “Someone small.”

“I don’t get it,” she said, and squinted. “Cait Sith in a ball again? Red Thirteen? Uh -”

Tifa rolled her eyes. “Yuffie…”

“What - you keep patting your stomach, but unless you’ve got a baby in there, like-” Yuffie froze. “...Wait. Wait.”

Tifa nodded slowly, as if encouraging her.

“Wait - wait. Holy shit, you’re pregnant?!”

Tifa smiled. “I am.”

“Is it mine?!”

Tifa rolled her eyes almost instantly. “Seriously?”

“I’m checking!” She pulled Tifa straight into a hug. “Oh my Gods I cannot believe holy shit this is so awesome I’m going - we’re going to have a baby -”

“Oh, dear,” Tifa sighed theatrically. “You’re going to be as much trouble as the baby, aren’t you?”

“This is going to be great I’ll be able to raise a Wutai Ninja -”

Tifa sighed. “No, wait, wait, we’re going to talk about that -”

“-This is going to be incredible she’s gonna like like you and be so beautiful and I’m going to have to keep Cloud’s kid away from her -”

“You’re getting way to far ahead, dear-”

Yuffie kept on hugging her and babbling happily. She wasn’t sure how it had occurred that she got herself such an incredible girlfriend-future baby mother-future wife, but she would do it all over again to reach the same outcome. She wouldn’t trade it for anything - not Wutai, not the Lifestream, hell, not even the Planet; she was happy.