If Tifa were to say that aloud, it would be a simple statement. Kissing simply isn't something she's had an opportunity to do, not in Nibelheim or anywhere else. Others would be surprised, if they cared that much, but they'd get over it.
"Would you want to change that?"
Except for Aerith, maybe. Tifa could imagine the other woman slinking close to her, like the very image of a cartoon seductress, and only when her breath was mingling with Tifa's own would Tifa realize that the ongoing seduction was a very real one.
"Maybe," Tifa would reply, as if she wasn't sure. But she would reach out for Aerith's face, bring her hand as close as she could without touching, and Aerith would close her eyes. They would never be sure which one would kiss the other first, but Tifa liked to think that it would be her.
It would never happen of course. They had a world to save and things more important than kissing to think about, and Tifa wouldn't bring anything like that up unless she was asked about it. But she liked thinking up different scenarios, sometimes with Cloud or Barret but most of all with Aerith, who was exciting and different. Aerith who loved adventure and new things and who talked about wanting to experience everything that the world had to offer, and every now and then her voice got soft and once she told Tifa that she'd love to do all that with a friend. Tifa had assumed that Aerith meant Cloud, and maybe she did. But she knew the look in Aerith's eyes had been meant for her.
Years had passed since Nibelheim's burning and Tifa still missed home, but she wanted to see what the world had to give too, and have a friend with her when she did that. No one had ever asked if she had ever been kissed, but maybe she would bring that up on her own, and see what happened.
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FF7, Tifa/Aerith
Date: 2011-07-02 06:26 pm (UTC)If Tifa were to say that aloud, it would be a simple statement. Kissing simply isn't something she's had an opportunity to do, not in Nibelheim or anywhere else. Others would be surprised, if they cared that much, but they'd get over it.
"Would you want to change that?"
Except for Aerith, maybe. Tifa could imagine the other woman slinking close to her, like the very image of a cartoon seductress, and only when her breath was mingling with Tifa's own would Tifa realize that the ongoing seduction was a very real one.
"Maybe," Tifa would reply, as if she wasn't sure. But she would reach out for Aerith's face, bring her hand as close as she could without touching, and Aerith would close her eyes. They would never be sure which one would kiss the other first, but Tifa liked to think that it would be her.
It would never happen of course. They had a world to save and things more important than kissing to think about, and Tifa wouldn't bring anything like that up unless she was asked about it. But she liked thinking up different scenarios, sometimes with Cloud or Barret but most of all with Aerith, who was exciting and different. Aerith who loved adventure and new things and who talked about wanting to experience everything that the world had to offer, and every now and then her voice got soft and once she told Tifa that she'd love to do all that with a friend. Tifa had assumed that Aerith meant Cloud, and maybe she did. But she knew the look in Aerith's eyes had been meant for her.
Years had passed since Nibelheim's burning and Tifa still missed home, but she wanted to see what the world had to give too, and have a friend with her when she did that. No one had ever asked if she had ever been kissed, but maybe she would bring that up on her own, and see what happened.