Regrouping

Cloud climbed the last set of metal stairs into the Sector 7 slums and pushed through the door of the Avalanche hideout. The others were already there. Barret sat at the table counting gil. Biggs and Wedge cleaned their guns. Jessie leaned against the wall with a fresh bandage on her arm. Tifa stood behind the makeshift bar, pouring water into tin cups.

Barret looked up when Cloud entered. “You made it. Good. We thought the fall took you out.”

“I’m fine,” Cloud said. He dropped the Buster Sword against the wall and took the cup Tifa handed him. Their fingers brushed. She held the contact a second longer than necessary.

Jessie smirked from across the room. “He had a soft landing. I can tell.”

Barret ignored the comment and slid a small pouch of gil across the table. “Your cut. We hit them hard today. Next reactor is already on the board. Rest up. We move again soon.”

The team scattered. Biggs and Wedge headed out for food. Jessie followed after giving Cloud a lingering look. Barret stomped off to check the radio. That left Cloud and Tifa alone in the main room.

Tifa locked the front door, walked back to him, and shoved him down onto the worn couch. She straddled his lap, yanked his shirt up, and ran her hands over the hard planes of his chest and stomach. “You fucked the flower girl,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “I can smell her on you.”

Cloud didn’t deny it. Tifa reached between them, freed his cock, and stroked it slowly from base to tip until it was fully hard and leaking. She stood just long enough to strip out of her skirt and panties, then climbed back on and sank down onto him in one long, wet slide. Her cunt was already dripping. She took him to the hilt and stayed there, grinding in tight circles while her inner walls clenched and fluttered around his thick shaft.

“Tell me how she felt,” Tifa said, voice low. She lifted up until only the head remained inside her, then dropped back down hard. The wet slap of her ass against his thighs filled the room. “Was she tight? Did she moan for you?”

Cloud gripped her hips and thrust up into her. “Tight. Quiet. She came on my cock while the troopers walked past outside.”

Tifa’s breath hitched. She rode him harder, tits bouncing under her crop top. Cloud shoved the fabric up and sucked one dark nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. His hands slid around to her ass, spreading her open so he could drive deeper. Every thrust forced a wet sound from her cunt. Cum from earlier mixed with her fresh slick and dripped down onto his balls.

She leaned forward, braced her hands on the back of the couch, and fucked herself on him with short, powerful rolls of her hips. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis on every downstroke. The friction built fast. Tifa came first, thighs shaking, cunt clamping down in hard pulses that tried to milk him. Cloud held her through it, then flipped them so she was on her back on the couch. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and pounded into her with long, deep strokes that made the old furniture creak.

Tifa’s moans turned loud and broken. “Harder. Fill me again. I want to feel it dripping out of me when I serve drinks later.”

Cloud gave her exactly that. He fucked her through a second orgasm, then buried himself to the root and unloaded another thick load deep inside her. Pulse after pulse. Tifa’s walls fluttered around him, squeezing out every drop. When he finally pulled out, a heavy stream of cum followed, running down her ass and onto the couch cushions.

Tifa stayed spread open for a moment, breathing hard, watching it leak from her used cunt. Then she sat up, pulled her panties back on, and smoothed her skirt down. The fabric was already damp.

“Get some sleep,” she said. “We hit the next reactor tomorrow night. And Cloud? Next time you fall into a church, you come back here first.”

She unlocked the door and stepped out toward Seventh Heaven to open the bar. Cloud stayed on the couch a while longer, cock still wet, the taste of both women still on his tongue, the next mission already waiting.