Her eyes were weary as they focused on the roaring storm outside her window. Tifa was used to the howls of thunder—her bar, although well built, wasn’t very sound proof. Each crackle, each snap, everything could be heard with ease in her bedroom. Every once in a while, she would stir under her sheets while she slept. But tonight, she was wide awake. So thunder and lightning did little to startle her as she sighed, wondering if the storm was effecting Mako in the same way.
Doubtful, her mind mused as she fluffed her pillow in slight aggravation. He looked so exhausted and troubled before bed. He probably passed right out. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a very heavy sleeper. Picturing him sleeping, looking as innocent as a young boy with his eyes closed and his face smooth—it brought a small smile to the barmaid’s face in the dimly lit bedroom. Maybe he’s like Cloud, and smiles in his sleep…
She lightly slapped her cheek with a soft hiss under her breath. Stop thinking that way! He’s not even from around here! He will leave in the morning, and your ogling will not make things any easier.The sad reality that the feelings she harbored, albeit odd and unexpected, would go unnoticed did make her feel melancholy, and she twisted and turned within thick blankets as a frown forged its way along her lips.Was Yuffie right? Do I have feelings for a stranger? That can’t be right. It can’t be possible. And he couldn’t possible share the sentiment.
But Tifa couldn’t help but reminisce on how their conversation had made her feel important. Accepted, even. It was fun and informative, and the banter they shared was innocent and sweet. She wanted to know so much more about Mako and where he was from. Would she lose out on that chance the moment he stepped out of Seventh Heaven in the morning?
Heavy knockings ripped her from her thoughts, and she turned to see shadows beneath her door. “Mako—?” she whispered, wondering what had him so upset from the beats of the knocks. She rushed to the door, opening it with a look of worry and confusion; her thoughts still caused a slight blush to remain along her cheeks. There was a brief moment of nothingness as she stared into his eyes. They were filled with emotion and darker than before. The look on his face confused her further, but it also caused shivers to run down her skin from its intensity. As her lips parted to ask him what was wrong, she felt them silenced by his own.
The connection felt like liquid fire as the heat from his mouth coursed through her own flesh. It was unlike anything she had known before. There was a force behind the gesture that overtook the barmaid’s senses. She felt like she had just been dropped into a vat of lava, but it felt so wonderful that she couldn’t have cared less if she suffocated in the heat. There was passion, and desire, and longing in how Mako’s lips moved alongside hers, and she thought she could hear his heart pounding. Or perhaps that was just the thunder crackling behind them.
As he finally drew back, Tifa remembered that her body required oxygen, and she was left panting as her mind raced to be coherent again. Crimson fazed into a deep chocolate color as her own wants and feelings burst through the fragile dam she had attempted to build all night.”I want you, Tifa…”His voice was husky and deep. Commanding yet gentle and pleading. She could see the desperation in his eyes, and wondered if that was how he felt the entire evening in the bar. Did he feel the same as she did?
A slight smile grew at the corner of her mouth before he took her lips with his again. Her hands, still trembling, clung to his arms as she returned his level of ferocious need with her own. Her feet moved on their own, retracting as her back hid the door and shoved it open. Any thoughts of hesitancy or fear were swallowed by the storm as she pulled him further inside her bedroom.