Work Text:
Aerith leaves her flowers every day.
Tifa tried to refuse them at first, embarrassed by the idea of it, but Aerith just looked at her with those wibbly-wobbly eyes and said, “But they suit you so well.” And that was that.
So, Tifa wears her flowers every day now.
She’s used to the sensation, has learned to work around it without too much interference at the bar, and even she has to admit that it’s rather beautiful.
But her favorite thing about the flowers might be when Aerith comes home to tend to them. Snakes down the waistband of Tifa’s skirt, retrieving it from between soaked pussy lips with just her tongue. Aerith asked her not to wear panties today.
“You barely crushed this one,” Aerith hums, delighted, puckering her mouth over its snipped and glistening stem. “Did you know zinnias usually have a bitter aftertaste?” She tucks it behind Tifa’s ear and kisses her gently on the nose. “But as I thought, Tifa’s sweetness overpowers everything.” Before licking her way into Tifa’s mouth, gently offering her a taste.
“You’re so late,” Tifa whines, which Aerith understands to mean harder, and complies, tongue thrusting roughly into every corner of her mouth.
“Sorry, I knew there would be a lot of orders at the store today. Didn’t you get my message?” Hands unhooking her bra to thumb over already hardened nipples.
“Friendship,” Tifa mutters petulantly, feeling both confused and incredibly aroused by the lack of undergarments all day.
“Endurance.” Aerith tweaks her nipples with a precision that makes Tifa’s head snap backward. “I told you not to only read the first definition.” She huffs, but there’s only amusement in it. “Did you think I was breaking up with you?”
“N-no.” Maybe. Just a little. Just a single thought as the night wore on and on and Tifa stood waiting patiently for Aerith to relieve her.
Aerith presses feather-soft lips between her furrowed brows. “Oh Tifa, sorry, I’m so sorry. I guess I have to make up for it.” Lowers herself between the apex of her thighs and licks a firm strip from bottom to top, trailing her tongue exquisitely over her clit. “Are you okay to stand or do you want to go to the bedroom?”
“I-I can stand.” Endurance.
Aerith’s laughter rumbles beneath her. “Your legs are shaking!” They don’t necessarily stop when Aerith cups her ass and lowers her securely onto an eager mouth, licking and savoring every bit of Tifa until she’s a writhing, moaning, uncontrollable mess. Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, and Aerith kisses her through every lingering ebb and crest until she sags boneless, content.
“You endured well.” Tifa preens at the compliment, but knows she’s not the only one who had to endure this long day apart. So she musters her strength and unfastens Aerith's dress, kissing all the way down floral-fragranced skin.
Aerith’s zinnia is crushed to petals, but they are sweet all the same as Tifa unearths every last one.