Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Ashen Skies ❯ Chapter 12

“Ashen Skies”

Chapter 12

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Warnings: Het (graphic)

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*Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all related characters belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can't get enough of this world and the characters.*

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Cosmo Canyon, the next day:

 

Reno continued to drop off flowers by her bunk every day and Tifa's curiosity finally got the better of her. He sat down to eat with her at lunch and she decided to ask him about it.

 

“Reno, where have you been getting these flowers you keep giving me?”

 

Reno grinned and winked at her, but he didn't answer. He sprinkled some salt and pepper over his rice and started eating.

 

“You know, that isn't polite,” Tifa informed him.

 

He swallowed the bite he was chewing on and looked at her. “What, bringing ya flowers? I thought that was what gentlemen were s'posed to do, Doll.”

 

“I mean, ignoring me when I asked about them,” she explained. She fought a smile.

 

“I didn't ignore you. I winked at ya, didn't I?”

 

“Yes, but you didn't say anything.”

 

Reno gave her an annoyed look but she could see the twinkle in his sea-green eyes. “You ain't one for mystery, are you?”

 

“I'm just curious,” she defended. “Come on, why won't you tell me?”

 

Reno chuckled and brushed his foot against her leg under the table in a boyish gesture of affection. “How'd you like to take some flying lessons today, Tifa? You could come out with me when I do my scouting rounds.”

 

“You're changing the subject!”

 

Reno cocked his head to one side. “So is that a `yes' or a `no'?”

 

Tifa studied him suspiciously. “Are you serious? Don't I need a license or something to take flying lessons?”

 

“Pfft…like it matters anymore these days,” answered the Turk. “Come on, it'll be fun.”

 

“But what if we find a WEAPON?” She asked, wavering.

 

“We'll be out of range of most of `em and I'll take over and keep us safe if we spot one,” he promised. “I'm the best pilot here, yo.”

 

“If you do say so yourself.” Tifa was smiling now, though. “I guess we could do that. I still want to know where you're getting those flowers, though.”

 

Reno just smiled again and continued eating.

 

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“I'm not so sure about this,” Tifa said as she checked her seatbelt again and looked out the window. The chopper was steadily ascending and though she'd never suffered motion sickness like Cloud, she wasn't used to flying.

 

“It'll be fine,” Reno assured her. Thanks to the headphone and mic sets they both wore, his voice came in loud and clear over the noise of the propellers. “Just relax. I'll get us to a good altitude and tell you when to take hold of the co-pilot stick, yo. Don't worry, babe…if you have any trouble it'll just take a second for me to take over again. I'll talk ya through it.”

 

Tifa tried to calm her anxiety and trust him. She was sure he knew what he was doing but she wasn't so confident that she'd be able to handle the aircraft when the time came. The helicopter began to move in an eastern direction and as they flew over the arid landscape, Tifa made a surprising discovery. In the distance, she could see a big expanse of green vegitation.

 

"There's a jungle down there," she announced with wide eyes. "Right on top of a plateau!"

 

Reno nodded and smiled sidelong at her. "Yup. Don't ask me how it got there or why it's thriving so good in this climate, but you ain't imagining things. That's where I get most of your flowers, toots."

 

Tifa took her eyes off of the spectacle and looked at Reno, her expression softening. The knowledge that the man flew out here every day and risked putting himself out in the open just to pick a flower for her made her heart leap curiously.

 

"I don't want you putting yourself in danger on my account," Tifa said gently. "I'm very impressed, Reno, but there's no need for you to keep doing it."

 

He winked at her and took one hand off the control stick to gently squeeze her knee. "Hey, I've already got a routine going, babe. I've gotta scout every day anyhow so I might as well bring you back something nice, yo."

 

Tifa didn't try to push his hand off of her bare knee. Instead, she smiled shyly at him and secretly enjoyed the feel of his touch. Part of her thought she should have chosen to wear jeans instead of shorts today but her baser instincts disagreed. The urge to lean across the compartment separating the two of them and kiss him was strong but she reminded herself that the man had to concentrate of flying.

 

Reno stared at her for a moment longer before taking his hand off of her knee and reaching up to tug his shades down over his eyes. "Damned sun's bright today," he muttered. "If it's bugging your eyes, there's a spare set of shades in that compartment over your head, sweet stuff."

 

Tifa nodded and thanked him before reaching up to procure the sunglasses he'd mentioned. While she put them on, Reno opened the compartment between them and she learned that it was a mini-cooler. He grinned at her as he shifted the selection of bottled water and soda cans around.

 

"What'll ya have, doll? I brought lemon-lime, brown soda, root beer, some sports drinks and water."

 

Tifa thought about it. "I haven't had root beer in a while, thanks."

 

He retrieved a can of the requested drink and handed it over to her before choosing a bottle of blue-colored sports drink for himself. He shut the compartment and pointed out the round indentions on top as he opened his drink and set it in the holder. Tifa pulled the tab on her root beer and took a sip, savoring the bubbly flavor before putting it down beside Reno's drink. She then realized that this was probably the most romantic date she'd ever been on and she smiled to herself.

 

They flew further away from the fort and when it was gone from sight, Reno decided to start the flying lesson. "Okay, think you're ready to give it a try, Tifa?"

 

She nodded, hoping she didn't look as nervous as she felt. "I'm ready."

 

"Thatta girl. Go ahead and take the stick. Get a good feel of it for a minute and when ya think you're ready, I'll switch the controls over to you."

 

Tifa bit her lip and flushed, berating herself as a pervert for the way his comment made her think dirty thoughts. He was being a complete gentleman and behaving in a professional manner and here she was, thinking of a totally different "stick" she could get a feel for.

 

"You okay there?" Reno asked when he noticed her blush. He smirked. "Was it something I said?"

 

Tifa grimaced. ~He knows it was something he said, damn it. I'll bet he did it on purpose, too!~

 

Aloud, she said; "No, I'm just a little nervous, is all."

 

"You ain't got nothing to be nervous about," Reno said, still grinning slyly at her. "this baby handles good and I'm sure he likes a woman's touch, yo."

 

"So the helicopter is a 'he'?" Tifa asked with a sidelong smile.

 

Reno chuckled and nodded. "Didn't you see the size of the tail rotor?"

 

Unable to help herself, Tifa laughed. "Stop it," she insisted between chuckles. "I have to concentrate!" His flirty insinuations were definitely distracting and the flying lesson was becoming something of an erotic experience, in code.

 

"All right, no more jokes," Reno agreed with a mock pout. "So, how does it feel now? Are you getting confident?"

 

Tifa deliberately gripped the base of the steering handle and stroked it, watching from beneath lowered lashes as Reno shifted restlessly in his seat. She fought back a smile, enjoying the way her seemingly innocent touching made him squirm. She decided that the next time they kissed, she wouldn't stop him if his hands wandered. She might even allow hers to do some wandering over that lithe body of his, too.

 

"I think I'm ready," Tifa announced, looking him boldly in the eye as she gripped the stick in both hands.

 

Reno looked like he was struggling inwardly as he moistened his lips with his tongue and cleared his throat. "Uh...yeah. I hope the chopper didn't shoot some fuel out....I mean...uh...so, you're ready, huh?"

 

Tifa shook with silent laughter and pressed her lips together, nodding at him. His little hint that her touch might have made the chopper expel some fuel wasn't lost on her and she noticed the way his trousers were tenting at the crotch. "Just be ready to take over," she said in a more sober tone, "I don't want to kill us, Reno."

 

"You'll do fine, babe," he assured her. He flipped a switch and the chopper listed suddenly, making Tifa cry out. "Easy," Reno soothed, "You're steering, now. Just ease the stick back to the center and pull back on it a little. Yeah, like that. See? Smooth as a baby's butt. I knew you had it in ya to be a fly girl!"

 

Tifa could hardly believe it. She listened to his instructions and carefully leveled the helicopter. She was really doing it!

 

"I...I'm really doing it," she said aloud, her dark eyes wide behind the concealing sunglasses. "I'm flying!"

 

Reno chuckled. "You sure are, honey! You're doing a great job, too."

 

Tifa was sure her grin reached from ear to ear as she carefully turned the aircraft in a western direction. They flew over canyons and plateaus and her confidence increased with each moment. Reno basically let her go her own way, advising her now and then when turbulence made control of the chopper a little harder. After a few moments, they looked at one another and Tifa saw Reno's Adam's apple move as he swallowed.

 

"Maybe I should put this on autopilot for a couple of minutes," Reno suggested.

 

"I think you should," agreed Tifa. Her pulse had quickened and she felt a familiar sense of anxiety that came with sexual arousal.

 

Reno flipped a couple of switches and reached out to ease Tifa's hand away from the control stick. She allowed it and she didn't protest when he lifted her sunglasses up to prop them on her forehead. She reached out and did the same with his shades and suddenly their mouths were seeking one another hungrily. His lips were an interesting combination of firmness and silkiness as they moved against hers. Tifa parted her lips and made a little sound of distressed need as his tongue eased into her mouth to caress hers. The seatbelt wouldn't allow her to move much closer to him and she unconsciously strained against it, faced with a near overpowering desire to climb into his lap.

 

Reno's hand rested on her right knee and it began gliding up her thigh. The touch made Tifa's skin tingle and it ignited fires of lust in her body. She combed her fingers through his gel-stiffened, vivid hair and stroked his tongue with hers invitingly. He groaned softly into her mouth and she felt his fingers curl into a fist against her thigh. Guessing that he was trying to restrain himself, she became even hotter with arousal and she broke the kiss with the intention of telling him he didn't have to hold back so much.

 

A flash of metallic bronze out the window caught Tifa's eye as she opened her mouth to tell Reno he could move to second base. She turned her attention to it with a frown and her lust instantly turned to terror with the realization that they were flying straight towards a large, humanoid WEAPON. It glared balefully at her through the window with yellow eyes and rectangular pupils.

 

"Reno!" Tifa shouted warningly, pointing at the monstrosity.

 

Reno saw the threat and he immediately took control of the chopper, cursing violently as he angled the aircraft at a sharp ascent. The WEAPON tried to fire at them but the helicopter quickly got out of range and Tifa heaved a sigh of relief. She looked through the window as the chopper outdistanced the threat and her relief was short-lived.

 

"Reno, it's got some sort of jets on its legs," she warned, "it's flying after us!"

 

"Fuck," the Turk growled. "Hang on, Tifa. Time for some evasive action!" He turned the chopper at a sharp angle and descended rapidly. Tifa was treated to the sight of the ground rushing towards her as she looked down at it and she struggled to hold back a scream of fright. She heard a heart-stopping roar of anger from somewhere behind them and something streaked past the window, trailing smoke. The creature was shooting projectiles at them as it tried to keep up.

 

"Do ya know anything about shooting missiles, baby doll?" Reno hollered.

 

"No," Tifa shouted back, "but I can learn! Tell me what to do!"

 

"There's a targeting visor over your head, yo," Reno instructed, "pull it down and push the green button on the right side to activate it."

 

Tifa did as he said and she blinked as a display screen activated on the visor lens. "Okay, it's on. Now what?"

 

"Grab hold of the stick next to your control stick and flip open the panel on the top," Reno told her, "flick the switch to activate it and the targeting visor will synch with it."

 

Tifa did as he advised and a bulls-eye activated on the lens. A digital image of their surroundings formed as the helicopter's scanners checked the area. "Okay, so the large blip is the WEAPON?" She asked, struggling against nausea as Reno steered the helicopter to dodge and weave between mountains and plateaus.

 

"That's right," confirmed the Turk, "But I don't want you to shoot at it. We can hardly scratch the fucker on our own so we're gonna have to use our surroundings, instead. Aim for the canyon walls instead. We just need to distract that thing long enough to get away."

 

Tifa moved the targeting stick until the homing beacon was centered on the wall of the canyon they were speeding through. She timed her shot carefully and hoped that her judgment was good. When she thought they had enough of a lead to do it, she pressed the red button and fired the missiles. The chopper lurched slightly as the projectiles streaked away from it and there was an explosion as they slammed into the canyon wall to the left. Tifa heard a frustrated roar and the sound of chunks of rock colliding with metal. She guessed that her timing had been good and the sudden shower of broken earth slowed the WEAPON down.

 

"Way to go, babe," Reno complimented with a wild grin. The creature was still in pursuit but it had fallen behind. "Give him another one, will ya?"

 

Tifa wordlessly took aim again and fired another assault of missiles. The second wave of flying debris knocked into the WEAPON and further impeded its pursuit. Reno ascended quickly and within a few heart-stopping moments, the WEAPON gave up on the chase and glared at the chopper as it sped away.

 

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"I don't think I've ever been so terrified in my life," admitted Tifa some time later as they circled around and flew back towards the fort. "I thought we were as good as dead."

 

Reno glanced at her sidelong and smirked. "Ya handled yourself real good back there, Tifa. You kept your head and did what ya needed to do. You're a helluva woman, know that?" He meant every word. The way she'd reigned in her fear and worked with him instead of panicking made his admiration for her grow by leaps and bounds. She might be demure, she might be proper, but he had to give her credit for having some major balls.

 

~God, I'm turned on. She's gonna think I'm a freak if she notices the boner I've got. There ain't nothing sexier than a chick that can handle herself in a fight.~

 

"Well, it's over," Tifa sighed, looking out the window at the jungle they were approaching. "And we lived through it." She gave him a smile that took his breath away. "I think your fancy flying is to thank for that. You really are the best pilot around, Reno."

 

To Reno's amazement, he felt his cheeks warm up at the compliment. Suddenly assaulted with awkward pride he hadn't felt since he was a teen, he very nearly said "Aw, chucks". Instead, he shrugged in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner and winked at her. "Just doing what comes naturally to me, sweet cheeks."

 

Tifa studied him and her shapely lips quirked. "Reno, are you blushing?"

 

"No way," he protested, looking away. "I never blush, man."

 

"You're blushing," she said with certainty. She giggled softly. "I've never seen you blush before!"

 

Annoyed with himself and her observations, he shrugged again. "So what?"

 

"It's just...cute," she informed him with an adoring smile.

 

Reno's heartbeat quickened as he looked at her and he again felt like a clumsy teenager. "Ya bring out the worst in me, toots."

 

Tifa's sweet smile made him feel like it wasn't such a tragedy. "Reno, do you think we could stop off at that forest over there? It's been so long since I've seen trees and I'm curious about the flowers. Is it safe enough?"

 

"Sure," Reno agreed eagerly. "It's plenty safe, doll. For some reason, the WEAPONS never bother that place. We could probably have ourselves a little picnic there before we head back, if ya want."

 

Tifa seemed to brighten at the news. "That would be wonderful." She smiled at him again and he felt like he'd just offered her a diamond necklace, she seemed so grateful. "I...I want to thank you for this. You've been very good to me, Reno."

 

He felt that damnable heat rise in his cheeks again. "Well, ya know I've got an ulterior motive for all this romancing, right? I ain't a prince, baby."

 

~Good one, jackass. Now's not the time to be honest. You've finally got a fucking foot in the door, dipshit!~

 

Tifa studied him quietly for a moment and a slow smile crept over her lips. "I'm sure you do. But if you're going through this much trouble for me, you must care at least a little."

 

"More than a little," Reno admitted...and he wanted to kick himself as soon as he said it.

 

Tifa only smiled at him. Maybe she'd already seen what he was trying so hard to hide. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to be falling so hard for one woman.

 

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They touched down outside the Ancient Forest and Reno watched with amusement as Tifa approached the thick borders of vegetation and took a deep, exhilarating breath. "It smells like rain," she sighed happily. She noticed a large pink flower nearby and she knelt before it and touched the petals fondly. "So pretty."

 

"Yeah...pretty," agreed Reno. He wasn't talking about the flower, though. "So, I've got some sandwiches packed up in the bird. What do ya say we find a nice shaded spot and have some dinner?"

 

She looked up from the flower she was investigating and she gave him another brilliant, sweet smile. "You've really thought of everything, haven't you?"

 

He shrugged modestly. "I figured we might get hungry, yeah. Why don't you pick us out a spot while I go get the grub, toots?"

 

"I think that's a great plan," Tifa agreed with a nod.

 

She walked into the forest and Reno admired the sway of her hips and the way the denim shorts molded to her firm little butt. He shook himself out of it and climbed into the chopper, searching the refrigerated compartment for the sandwiches he'd stocked. They were a little smushed but he doubted she'd mind. He knew she liked turkey so he'd made them out of that with some cheese and mayo. He picked up the brown paper bag with the sandwiches inside and he stopped as he grabbed a couple of drinks. Awareness of what was happening reared its head and he grunted.

 

"This chick's domesticating me like nobody's business," he grumbled. Surprisingly, the thought wasn't an unpleasant one and he grinned. Maybe he was whipped but who could blame him? With a body like hers, Tifa could have him happily collared and leashed at her feet without a whisper of protest from him.

 

"Dude, am I thinking of popping the question?" Reno said the words with a shocked expression on his face and he wished his partner were there to give him some advice. Tifa wasn't like any other woman he'd ever met and he was starting to realize that his feelings for her ran much deeper than simple lust.

 

Frustrated by his confusing feelings, the redhead finished collecting the food and drink and as he exited the aircraft, he noticed that there were clouds gathering overhead. He looked off into the distance and found it puzzling that the weather change seemed to be isolated to the jungle area. He'd seen this before and he deduced that there was some special property of this location that allowed rain more often. The only bad thing about the refreshing, cool breeze that came in was that it signaled an approaching rainstorm that might ruin the little picnic he was about to have with his love interest.

 

Reno gathered the components in his arms and exited the craft. He walked into the forest and just as he got under the canopy, the rain started to fall. He swore softly and called out for Tifa, thinking they might have to move their picnic into the chopper. She answered him and her voice sounded delighted. Reno followed the sound of her voice and found her in a little clearing deeper in the forest. He stopped abruptly and juggled the items he held in his arms as he caught sight of her.

 

She was standing in the middle of the clearing with her arms stretched out and her head flung back. Her dark hair fell to her ass and she had a smile on her lovely features as she let the raindrops fall on her face.

 

"Reno, it's wonderful," Tifa enthused with her eyes shut in bliss. "I haven't felt rain on my face since leaving Nibelheim! You should come enjoy it with me."

 

Reno was flabbergasted. Her white t-shirt was getting damp and he could clearly see the outline of her bra through it. Her substantial breasts strained against the material and her nipples were erect. He thought it was a good thing he wasn't standing closer to her, else the abrupt erection he got from the sight of her might hit her in the solar-plexus and knock her clean out.

 

"Uh...yeah," Reno forced himself to say. "Looks really...refreshing."

 

Tifa lowered her head and looked at him. Her blissful expression faded into realization as Reno did his best to avert his eyes. "Why won't you look at me?"

 

Reno shifted the burden in his arms and shrugged, taking acute interest in a nearby fern. "Your shirt's kinda...wet," he admitted. "Baby, I'm just a man. Ya can't expect me to look without...without...ah..."

 

There was the sound of footsteps through the grass and Reno shut his eyes and pressed his lips together, determined to avoid saying or doing anything that might piss Tifa off. It was difficult; he was used to just speaking his mind and now this wet, beautiful nymph was displayed to him and he couldn't even tell her how fucking hot she was. Soft hands caressed his face and he shuddered faintly, still refusing to open his eyes.

 

"You're trying so hard," Tifa murmured. Her voice was like honey. "Reno, look at me?"

 

"Can't," he gasped. "Ya don't know what you're doing to me, Tifa."

 

She sighed. "No? Has it occurred to you that maybe I trust you, now?"

 

"Don't tease me like that," Reno murmured. "Girls like you....you're too good for a prick like me, Tifa."

 

He yelped in shock as she lightly smacked the right side of his face. "You aren't a prick." She sounded slightly angry. "Don't ever let me hear you say that again. You're a good man, Reno."

 

"Yeah?" A little demon took hold of him and he opened his eyes and looked at her, allowing himself a leisurely scan of her body. "What if I told ya that little smack you just gave me turned me on, huh? What if I told ya I can't look at you right now without wanting to yank that tight little shirt off of you and have my way with ya right here, right now? Still think I'm a 'good man', Tifa?"

 

She smiled patiently at him and nodded. "Yes. I still think you're a good man. You're confessing these desires to me but you haven't acted on them. Do you think I have something against normal male needs, Reno?"

 

He was taken off-guard by her comments and his brow furrowed. "Well, I don't know if it's all that 'normal' to get turned on by a chick that can kick ass the way you do, but if you say so-"

 

His words were lost when Tifa abruptly kissed him. Reno dropped the load of food and drinks in his arms without thinking and he embraced her almost desperately, returning the kiss with hot enthusiasm.

 

~Oh god...oh, fuck...this is how I'm gonna die.~

 

He lifted her against him and plunged his tongue into her mouth, groaning softly with need. Her thighs embraced his waist strongly and her fingers pushed through his hair as he carried her deeper into the clearing. He had to have her...he couldn't fight it any longer. But what if she wasn't willing to let it go that far? Reno wasn't a conservative man by nature but he liked Tifa far too much to risk ruining the progression he'd made with her. With painful effort, he stopped kissing her and looked into her velvety brown eyes, taking note of the flush of passion on her fair face and the kiss-swollen state of her lips.

 

"I don't know if I can stop, if we keep this up," he warned breathlessly. The rain continued coming down in a steady drizzle and a drop of water slid over Tifa's cheek to her jaw.

 

"I think the time for stopping is gone," Tifa murmured, stroking his face with damp fingertips. "Reno, I...I want this."

 

Reno couldn't agree more, but he was faintly worried that she might be so passionate due to their recent escape from certain death. "You sure about that, babe? We just hit a rocky spot and ya could be saying this out of fear."

 

"I'm not a child," Tifa informed him in a low voice. "I know what I want and I don't need you to dictate it."

 

Reno laughed softly. "I guess not." He kissed her throat and grinned when she tilted her head back. His hands were firmly grasping her ass, holding her tightly against him. "So I guess there's gonna be some trouble if I try to say 'no', right?"

 

"You aren't allowed to say 'no'," agreed Tifa with a sigh and a mischievous smile. "Not that I think you really would."

 

She was utterly, completely right about that. Reno carried her a few steps into the clearing, completely forgetting about the food and drink he'd dropped. The rain fell steadily as he lowered her to the grass and eased his body down on top of her. He burrowed his hand under her shirt and stroked her ribs before reaching up to cup her right breast. She murmured his name in a breathless, passionate voice as he fondled her nipple through the material of the bra and Reno unconsciously began to rub his arousal against her naked thigh.

 

He was happily surprised when Tifa's hand slipped between their bodies and began to rub his erection through his pants. Reno caught his breath and nibbled her ear, flexing his hips slowly in synchronization with her gentle touch.

 

"Feels so damn good, baby," Reno informed breathlessly.

 

Tifa then treated him with a shocking realization about her character. "I love the way you moan," she admitted in a husky voice.

 

That was it for Reno. He tugged her shirt up and deftly reached beneath her back until he found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it. Once it was freed, he pushed the clothing article up and exposed Tifa's rounded, full breasts to his view. Swearing softly with admiration, he examined the large areolas before stroking his fingers over the smooth skin. Tifa squirmed beneath him willingly and gasped his name as he lowered his mouth to her left nipple and teased it with lips and tongue. It hardened and Reno sucked on it, swirling the tip of his tongue over the tightened bud to give the most sensation.

 

Tifa's back arched and her fingers worked the tie out of Reno's hair to free his long red locks from the ponytail. Her pelvis rocked against him in a manner that was decidedly slutty, despite her sweet nature. It was a painfully intense turn-on for him and Reno groaned and rubbed back, pressing his burgeoning erection against her loins through their clothing.

 

"You're so fucking sexy," Reno groaned when he managed to tear himself away from her breasts. He kissed her plump lips and reveled in the way she wriggled beneath him with obvious need. "Tifa...I've gotta have you."

 

"I want you too," she gasped, clutching his bottom with delightful enthusiasm.

 

Reno immediately began undoing her shorts, kissing her fervently and ignoring the rain showing the two of them. When he got the button undone and the zipper down, he tugged on the shorts and raggedly asked her to lift her hips. When she complied, he pulled the garment down and followed up with the cotton panties, tossing both aside after he slid them off of her. Now naked from the waist down, with her shirt and bra pushed up, Tifa gazed up at him with heavy-lidded, aroused eyes. The sight of her like that was enough to make Reno pause and take a couple of deep breaths. He was about to claim the woman he'd been fantasizing about since he first met her and it made him dizzy with lust.

 

Tifa's hand settled on his bulging crotch and it was all Reno could do to avoid yanking his pants down and fucking her right then and there. "Easy, babe," he breathed in warning as her touch ignited fires in his veins. "I'm no saint, remember?"

 

"I have to touch you," Tifa informed him stubbornly. "You're so beautiful."

 

"Oh, fuck," Reno said with feeling.

 

The pillow-talk combined with the glorious feeling of her hand on his sensitive parts was going to be his undoing, he was sure of it. "Tifa...Gaia, that feels too good!" He claimed her mouth again and lanced his tongue in. Her lips parted willingly and he groaned faintly before propping himself on one arm and fondling her right breast. He broke the kiss with difficulty and started making his way down her body with his lips, trailing soft, seductive kisses as he went. Her fingers were busy un-buttoning his shirt and before long, she had it open and bared for her pleasure.

 

Reno's goggles fell over his eyes as he kissed her flat little belly and he growled in annoyance and tore them off, tossing them recklessly into the bushes. Her clever little hands started working at his pants and Reno lifted his hips to help her. When she tugged his pants down to expose him, he groaned again as one of her hands curled around his cock and began to stroke it.

 

"Feels good," he encouraged in a gasp. He lowered his mouth to her stomach and traced her navel with his tongue. "Tifa, I wanna make you feel really good," he announced huskily.

 

She stiffened when his lips brushed lower and he looked up the length of her body at her uncertain face. "It's okay," he soothed, his breath stirring the dark triangle of pubic hairs covering her loins. "What...no guy's ever done this for you before?"

 

Tifa shook her head and bit her lip. "I...I've been touched there but...not that way."

 

Reno gave her a smile that he thought was oddly gentle for him. "It's all right, babe. I promise I'll stop, if you don't like it. Just relax."

 

Tifa nodded and tried with visible difficulty to relax. Understanding her trepidation, Reno took it slow. Most guys wanted oral but not many were willing to give it in return. He was used to finding out his partners hadn't gotten what so many men demanded in a relationship and he gently stroked the folds of flesh between Tifa's legs with his fingertips before acting. When her shivering tension eased, he kissed her thigh before pressing his thumbs gently against either side of the little nub that was so often neglected.

 

Tifa bit her lip and blushed as Reno exposed her clit but he smiled at her and murmured with calming encouragement. "Don't worry, sweet stuff. Every bit of you is gorgeous and I'm about to worship it all."

 

Tifa looked like she wanted to say something but then Reno flicked his tongue strategically against the exposed, sensitive head of her clitoris and a shudder passed through her body, instead.

 

"Oh! Oh? R-Reno...that feels-"

 

He circled the nub with the tip of his tongue and pressed down on her hips with both hands as she bucked instinctively. Tifa made a sound that was something between a purr of delight and a groan of confusion as Reno began to lick rhythmically at the tender nub. He pushed her thighs further apart and reached up to fondle her breasts as he pleasured her. Her clit was rapidly hardening under his tender care and he smiled, pleased with the response.

 

"Mmm, you taste good," Reno murmured between licks.

 

He put his lips around the stiffened bit of flesh and sucked gently, making Tifa cry out with pleasure. ~Ya like that, don'tcha baby? I'm gonna give you more. Don't worry.~

 

He couldn't remember the last time he was this turned on by a partner's reactions and he diligently sucked, licked and fondled Tifa's throbbing clitoris until she was writhing mindlessly with shock and pleasure. When her hands were practically tearing at his opened shirt with need, Reno plunged his tongue deep into the moist folds of her flesh and withdrew it strategically. Tifa's hips thrust mechanically as he tongue-fucked her, until Reno couldn't stand it any longer and pulled his mouth away from her swollen core. He eased himself on top of her and kissed her deeply while lining his erection up with her moist slit.

 

"You're amazing," he gasped as he drove his aching cock into her welcoming heat.

 

Tifa embraced him and moaned his name in an unsteady voice. Her passage clenched in a rhythmic and telling way around Reno's girth and he smiled, guessing that she was already having an orgasm.

 

"That's my baby," he gasped raggedly before giving her another kiss. She returned it with enthusiasm and he began to pump his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. When he was sure she'd adjusted, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. He hardly cared that his shirt was clinging wetly to him or that his hair was hanging in damp red tendrils over his companion. All Reno could do was feel and revel in the moment. Tifa's dark eyes gazed up at him with confused passion and her lips parted to emit little gasps of pleasure each time he drove his hips forward.

 

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Reno panted, concerned.

 

Tifa shook her head and gave him one of those sweet, contented smiles. "No, you're definitely not hurting me," she answered. Her breath caught at the end of the sentence, hinting that he'd found the perfect spot. Reno went with it and continued to thrust in at that angle, admiring the flush that spread over her cheeks and the sound of her moans.

 

"Tifa," Reno gasped, coming close to his orgasm. "Oh, baby!"

 

In turn, Tifa called his name and begged him not to stop. "Please," she groaned, "It feels...so good! Harder, Reno...take me harder!"

 

He thought he would die, right there on the spot. Reno obliged her demand and growled low in his throat, taking hold of her wrists as he bucked his hips sharply. Tifa's satisfied moan told him that his actions met her approval and her fingers threaded into his. She didn't fight his dominating hold on her and she moved her hips in time with his thrusts. Reno grunted with pleasure and kissed her deeply as he filled her with his seed.

 

"Oh god," Reno panted against Tifa's lips as he came. "That was...you're just...aw, shit!"

 

"So I did okay?" Tifa's voice was somehow shy.

 

Reno lifted his head and gazed down at her with a wide, satisfied grin. "Honey, you did more than okay. I'm your willing slave from now on, yo."

 

"Hmmm," Tifa pondered, running her fingers through his damp hair. "I have a slave now. I wonder what the village would think?"

 

Reno chuckled and kissed her, not knowing how to answer.

 

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-To be continued