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“Hey, Tifa? Can you help me with something?”
Tifa perked up, pausing from washing the dishes. “Yeah, sure. What is it?” She asked, putting the last plate in the rack, and turning around to look at Aerith.
From the table, Aerith grinned as she put her chin on her hands, looking innocently as she fluttered her eyelashes at Tifa.
Tifa felt her heart skip slightly. Whenever Aerith did that, she had an idea that was…interesting. The last time she had that expression, Cloud ended up helping kids in Sector Seven in a pink dress.
“Don’t look so worried! It’s nothing too bad.” Aerith stood up as she giggled, smoothing out her dress. “Just remembered something I wanted to do with you.” She put her hands behind her back.
“Why me, specifically…?” Tifa tilted her head slightly to the side, confused.
Aerith had an expression of faux-anger, putting her arms at her hips as she pouted. “You don’t wanna spend time with me?”
“No, no! I didn’t mean it like-”
Aerith burst out laughing, waving a hand in front of her face to reassure Tifa. “Relax, relax! I’m only joking. Your expression changed so fast, it was so cute.” She stepped towards the younger girl, giggling again.
Tifa’s face slowly got redder as she comprehended what Aerith told her. She just called her cute. She called her cute plenty of times before. Why did this one feel different?
“What do you want me to do?” Tifa cleared her throat, attempting to switch the subject. Internally, she tried to calm herself enough to do some breathing exercises. Her heart was pounding so fast she hoped Aerith couldn’t hear it.
Aerith hummed, smiling. “It’s simple enough. Just lean against the wall.”
Huh?
Tifa’s confusion must be obvious because Aerith tilted her head, mimicking her. “Is…that okay?” She asked, concern slipping into her voice.
“N-No, sorry. I spaced out there.” Tifa shook her head and stood against the wall, leaning slightly onto it. “Like…this?” She asked uncertainly.
Aerith smiled, nodding. “That’s perfect.”
Suddenly, she slammed her hands beside Tifa’s head. “I saw this in a book I was reading,” She whispered, slowly inching her face closer to Tifa’s until their faces were close.
Tifa’s brain short-circuited as her mouth widened slightly in surprise, a blush coming back to her cheeks at full force. “A-Aerith…?” She mumbled. Her lips quivered slightly as she felt Aerith’s breaths fanning onto her.
“You’re so dense, Tifa,” Aerith pressed herself against Tifa, cradling her face in her hands. “I figured I’d use a much more direct approach.” Her thumbs rubbed gently against the martial artist’s cheeks. Emerald green eyes stared into wine red.
Aerith’s eyes softened. “I like you, Tifa. Not just the friends’ type of like. I mean romantically. And I know you feel the same.” She pressed her forehead against Tifa’s, “Please tell me I’m not reading this wrong.” Vulnerability seeped into her voice as she looked into Tifa’s eyes nervously.
Tifa slowly blinked as she registered the situation she was in. The girl she had a crush on ever since Cloud introduced her to Aerith was confessing to her, in her bar, pressed up against the wall like a character in a romance novel.
She slowly and hesitantly put her hands over Aerith’s on her face, leaning back onto Aerith. “You’re not,” She murmured, the calluses on her fingertips rubbing against the back of Aerith’s hand. “I hope this isn’t a prank. Or a dream.”
“I’m not that mean,” Aerith pouted before relaxing again. “Can I kiss you? On the lips?”
Tifa nodded and closed her eyes.
Aerith’s lips pressed onto hers gently, a tender peck at her lips. It was like a flower, slowly blooming into something more. One kiss turned into two, and two turned into four.
Tifa’s hand slowly trailed down from Aerith’s hand to her waist, pulling her against herself. Her other hand tangled itself in Aerith’s hair and gently pulled on Aerith’s roots. That earned her a soft moan in response.
“Your heart…it’s beating so fast,” Aerith whispered breathlessly as they pulled away to breathe, pressing her chest against Tifa’s. “Am I making your heart race?”
Tifa’s face went impossibly red as she nodded. “You…you always did.” She pulled her hands away from Aerith.
Just when she was about to whine in protest, Tifa flipped both of them around, and out of surprise, Aerith let go of her hands on Tifa’s cheeks. Taking the chance, Tifa pinned Aerith’s hands to the wall and intertwined her fingers with hers.
“Was that also part of what you read?” Tifa whispered huskily, sliding her leg between Aerith’s to keep her pinned against the wall.
Aerith squirmed slightly, not expecting the change of roles so suddenly. “S-Surprisingly, yes.” She arched her back slightly, pressing herself against Tifa desperately. “Tifa, please…”
Tifa smiled, pressing Aerith to the wall firmly. “Please what?” She whispered into Aerith’s ear, squeezing her hands.
“Kiss me more. I need more,” Aerith whined desperately as she squeezed Tifa’s hand in response, wiggling against Tifa’s leg.
Instead of saying anything, Tifa pressed her lips against Aerith’s, pushing her tongue against her lips. Aerith opened her mouth and almost moaned out loud as their tongues mingled with each other.
Tifa’s knee pushed between Aerith’s legs, causing the older woman to buck her hips slightly as her breaths got shakier.
“Tifa…” Aerith moaned softly as she spread her legs slightly, letting Tifa rub between her legs better.
Tifa pulled away slightly, a small trail of saliva falling between them. She breathed heavily as she put her head on Aerith’s shoulder. “Not here,” she murmured.
“T-Tifa?”
“Not here. I don’t want our first time to be here.” Tifa repeated herself, easing off Aerith slightly. “You deserve a bed and comfy blankets. Not the wall.”
“Take me there, then,” Aerith whispered, smiling softly. “Take me to your bedroom.”
Tifa scooped Aerith in her arms, smiling at her squeals as she held her in a bridal carry, gently throwing her onto the bed when they arrived at Tifa’s apartment.
Aerith landed with a small giggle, opening her arms to Tifa. “Let’s continue, shall we?”
“Let’s.”