Shopping with Cloud

A loud pounding on her door woke Tifa up. She gasped, eyes snapping open. She lay naked and exposed on her bed, she had kicked her sheets off in her sleep, with on hand still on her breast, where she had left it after she had fallen back to sleep after her late night orgasm. Thankfully, she had remembered to close her blinds before she went to sleep. She may have taken to lounging in her apartment naked with the blinds more than cracked at this point, but she wasn't comfortable with the thought of someone watching her sleep. Not that it she was likely to be peeped on asleep or awake, being on the second floor with her only neighbors being Cloud and a shut in.

"Is everything okay?" Cloud asked though the door, knocking again. Tifa could tell from the light bleeding though the slats over her window that it was well into the morning. She was normally an early riser, always eager to attack the day head on, but the recent interruptions to her sleep scheduled had her waking up later and later.

"Coming!" Tifa called out, wrenching her hand away from her chest. She scrambled around her room and quickly got dressed, doing her best to ignore that she was imagining opening the door and greeting Cloud without any clothes on. "What's up?" Tifa opened the door breathlessly, hoping her clothes weren't noticeably askew with how quickly she had thrown them on.

"You said you would help me get the items Wedge asked for for the mission tonight." The blonde mercenary help up a hand written list and gave her a quizzical look. "Are you feeling alright? Your face seems a little red..."

"Fine!" Tifa interrupted. "I'm totally fine!" She held up her right arm and flexed for emphasis. "I just overslept, that's all. I'm ready when you are!"

When they had been reunited a few weeks ago, things had been awkward between Tifa and Cloud. She never let on that she could tell, but Cloud was clearly torn between his desire to seem cool and aloof, and those awkward teenage feelings he had parted with five years ago. Tifa honestly founded it cute how hard he tried to act the hardened bad ass, especially when she or Barret caught him out and she fumbled.

But he had grown more comfortable and confident over time. Not, it was Tifa's turn to be the awkward one. Though instead of trying to act like a badass, she had to pretend like she wasn't talking to the guy that she fantasized about watching her get naked in public.

"So, where to?" Tifa stepped forward and closed the door behind her. "Lead on!"

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