A Gondola Ride Straight To Heaven

Cloud sat in the gondola as it went about on its merry way, following the same route that it always has. He had his arms crossed in-front of his chest, feet planted on the floor squarely and his eyes looked ahead; he was looking at the back of Yuffie. He wasn't sure why she had dragged him from his room, but she had. As luck would had it, everything in Gold Saucer was free; it was as though Yuffie picked a night specifically for couples to take him out.

She didn't call it a date, but that's what it seemed like. She dragged him to see a play and ended up getting him involved, but he didn't exactly care about it or how he thought it was supposed to play out... so he screwed things up. Yuffie didn't exactly seem very pleased when he kissed the supposed Dragon King; much less when that girl popped out of the suit. He could have sworn he saw jealousy in her eyes, but why would she be jealous? She never showed any signs that she...

"Um... Cloud..."

Yuffie spoke, then turned around, sitting her shorts covered rear on the seat across from him. She had taken some steps to make herself look presentable, such as removing her head band, that arm shield --and thus the leather straps that ran across her green, sleeveless quasi turtle neckish top and right above and below her breasts--, that mesh glove thing from her right arm and its counterpart on her left leg. More so, she actually pulled her socks up and fully buttoned her shorts.

"You're probably wondering why I brought you along. I mean, I know you don't like me much..."

Her voice was soft and low, not like the loud, annoying sound that normally came from her mouth. She played with her hands a bit and fidgeted slightly in her seat; she looked nervous and uneasy. For a moment, Cloud wanted to say something, but yet he couldn't bring himself to actually do it. He simply watched her sweat.

"Well, anyway, you see... I wanted to be with you, so I could see if... um... maybe..."

She was beating around the bush, too nervous, and perhaps too scared to cut to the chase. He actually found it amusing, which was horrible; he he knew he shouldn't be enjoying this in any possible way. She looked up at him for a second then back down, her cheeks looked red slightly. He was taken aback by that; just what was she getting to?

"So. Um... maybe... um..."

She couldn't say it... but instead, she took action. She rose to her feet quickly and went over to him, and he looked up at her. He could see Yuffie's face was flushed, and before he could say anything she leaned down and kissed him. It wasn't on the cheek, it wasn't on the forehead... it was on the lips; full, hard, directly on the lips. He was stunned into silence as his arms fell into his lap, unsure as to what to do, much less what was actually happening. His eyes remained open the whole time, but hers didn't, they were clamped shut tightly; she didn't dare look at him when she did this.

She held the kiss for nearly twenty seconds before pulling away from him, her eyes opening slightly. She looked down at him before looking away, as if suddenly realizing what she had done.

"Um... I... I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have..."

He could hear her voice shaking as she spoke, but he had no idea how badly she wanted to crawl into the corner and simply die from the sheer embarrassment of what she had just done. She went to turn away and go back to her seat, but he grabbed her hand. She gasped and froze up, then felt her body being pulled backwards before whipping her body around, so that she was facing him.

Her heart began to pound hard and fast, she wasn't sure what he was going to do to her. She couldn't look at him, her body trembled as he released her hand... only to grab her waist. She gasped, then yelped as he pulled her downwards; she didn't resist him, though... she couldn't bring herself to fight him. She felt her body come into solid contact with his own, only to realize that it was his crotch... and that it was her own crotch that met his, her legs were on either side of his lap; she was in essence straddling him.

She looked down at him only to meet his eyes; he was staring at her, into her. She was scared, she was nervous... she was aroused. She could feel the heat coming from his crotch, she could feel the warmth and roughness of his hands on her exposed skin. She wanted to be closer to him, and yet she wanted to run away, but regardless she had no control; he was the one holding her, he was the one keeping control over her body.

"C-C-Cloud..."

Yuffie murmured softly, unsure of what to do, what to say, what to think or expect. He just looked at her with those blue eyes that glowed with the light of Mako, eyes that looked so deep that she could drown. Her small hands found their way to his shoulders, but she didn't know if she should actually push away from him or not; she had dreamed of being this close to him, and yet...

He pulled at her suddenly, forcing her face to come within mere inches of his own. She gasped, she could feel his warm breath on her skin; it sent a chill along her spine. She grabbed his shirt and held on tightly without even thinking, but still he did nothing but look at her. She couldn't take this for much longer, she didn't want him to just toy with her for his own amusement. Perhaps he sensed that, or perhaps he simply had had enough of making her wait; either way he finally dived in.

He kissed her full on the lips, just as she had done some time prior. Her eyes went wide as he did so, she couldn't believe that this man was kissing her, and with such passion. His hands held onto her tightly, to ensure that she couldn't pull away, but she didn't try to, she didn't even consider ruining this chance to be with him. Her eyes closed as the shock was replaced with an intense feeling of euphoria, her mind falling into a haze that seemed to last forever. So lost in it all that she couldn't even feel his hands as they moved along her body, taking up two totally different positions on either side of her body, above and below the waist. That is, until they went into action; through the haze came twin bolts of pleasure as a hand squeezed her firm little backside while another squeezed a breast.

One was rough while the other tender, but both ensuring that she felt no pain. She squirmed and writhed on him, her crotch grinding against his own; she could feel him growing stiff as her own nipples grew hard. She gasped and moaned softly into his mouth, this kiss muffling the sounds of pleasure she made, the sounds that only grew louder when he pressed his palm against her breast fully, grinding it against her nipple, which in turn was being ground against the material of her shirt. Yuffie felt like she was in Heaven, he was touching her in places that she had only dreamed of before. Part of her thought this could possibly only be a dream... but if so, she didn't wish to do anything to cause it to end; she wanted this to last forever.