A/N: So this is my first attempt at actual prompt fictions...oneshots, to be exact. And there's 100 of them. Consider this my little summer project thing that I have dutifully taken up on my own to keep me busy during these 8/9 weeks of heat and sweat :P Anyways, I hope you enjoy them, since they are ALL CloTis, because I love them, though I won't give up on my little yaoi exploits ;) Enough yapping! My first prompt is {couch}. And by the way, I got these prompts off of LJ or something. So whatever. Cheers! And happy summer! This story is taking place post AC or DOC. Whichever you like :D

Not much is out of the ordinary, these days. Cloud thought, sipping a small glass of water in the kitchen. Not too many things were as un-routine as they used to be. And he had no idea why. They should be. Somewhat.

He grunted to himself, finishing the last sip of the clear liquid before dousing it with the same {needlessly, he thought} and placing it on a plastic holder to dry. A small sigh escaped him. It was rare that he was alone in the house, with not even the children. It seemed to be this idea that gave him rise to think it was un-routine.

The thought excited him. Never once did he notice how awfully good he was at finding things out by himself. It took awhile, but it sure as hell happened.

Cloud smirked, sliding his way to the sofa, where he gasped to see Tifa sleeping gently upon it. It made him smile a little, seeing her snuggled so lightly against the black leather. Her breath was quiet and slow, and Cloud moved her slightly so he could sit and watch TV.

Nothing ever made him feel as relaxed as the soft leather of the sofa. No wonder Tifa had fell asleep. It was damn cozy.

Cloud furrowed at his thoughts. Hadn't he had this couch for at least 4 years?

It's Tifa's... He bit his lip in thought. He'd used to sleep on it before Tifa expanded the bar to Cloud's bedroom. In fact, she had bought it just for him after she had found him in the train station.

His eyes heavied slightly with the thought of a place to sleep, and Cloud gazed slowly down at Tifa, emotionless for a moment. She had always made him feel this way, this feeling of sudden haziness. He could think of nothing.

Sighing to himself again, Cloud reclined slightly, cracking his back as he went. His arm was lazily on the rest beside him, fingers still with monotony.

Unable to find anything to occupy him, Cloud gazed at Tifa once again, hoping to see her awake as she always did, waiting for him to come home, then talking to him for an hour or so about the nothing that went on that day while he wasn't there-

"Cloud?"

There it was. She was awake. Or at least about to be. Cloud was hopeful.

"Yes?" he answered her in his eagerness for her voice.

"I'm sleepy." Tifa grumbled, hiding her face with hands and hair. Cloud smiled and put a hand on her shoulder lightly.

"Want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

"Mm." Tifa grunted from under her hair.

"Huh?" Cloud said with a small chuckle.

"Go for it." Tifa said hastily. Cloud shook his head.

"Do you wanna sit up so you can hear?" he asked. It sounded strange to him.

"Are you kidding me?" Tifa said with a sigh. "I'm so tired!"

"Then lay on my lap." Cloud furrowed in confusion. It just seemed like the right thing to say. Now Tifa obliged without another word, quickly shifting her head onto his leg with a soft grunt. Cloud blushed at her seemingly eager want for closeness, and he felt himself grip onto the armrest tighter. "Uh, okay. A story?"

"Cloud, are you seriously going to tell me a story?" Tifa said, her voice buzzing onto Cloud's skin arousingly.

"Uh, maybe," he said. "I don't know."

"Hm," Tifa smiled onto his leg, and she moved closer to him. "it's comfy."

"Yeah." Cloud tensed. Their closeness always made him feel comfortable; sofa not withstanding. "Maybe we could watch a movie."

"You're so clichéd, Cloud," Tifa said with another giggle. "let's just relax for a minute, okay?"

"But it's almost 4 in the morning." Cloud barely protested as much as stated the remark.

"Cloud, shush." Tifa said, cuddling closer to him. Cloud could feel her warmth through his shirt, catching his stomach in a flurry of winged insects that made him redden. He gazed down at her, watching her falling into sleep again, and he felt himself swallow, finding himself watering at the eyes.

Why was it so difficult for him to hold back from her? He thought of it now, her resting so calmly on the furniture she had bought for him, while he realized he'd never really compensated her for anything-nonetheless a place to sleep every night.

He remembered her feeding him every morning, while he'd still been slightly ill from the Poisoning, her face calm and cheerful, never worried or furrowed.

A pang of guilt slashed across his heart suddenly, and Cloud recuperated quickly, knowing she'd have none of it. This couch that the sat upon was a remnant from the days he had been weak. And he would have none of it.

"Tifa," he said loudly. "get up." Tifa frowned, sat up, and looked at him confusedly.

"Why,what?" Cloud lifted her gently by the waist, setting her up on the floor, and he grunted, lifting up the sofa and hoisting it levelly at his side. "What are you doing?" Tifa asked quickly. Cloud smirked.

"Getting rid of this thing."

"But what about the sofa..." Tifa said despairingly.

"I'll get a new one."