AN: Written for Syneiam and originally posted at my LJ.

Prompt: Cloud/Tifa, Plotting schemes

Wisdoms.

When Tifa coaxed him into the car, his thoughts were on her skirt and the way it rode up high on her legs as she sat down.

When she shifted out of park and into drive, he admired the way the muscles of her right thigh flexed and rolled under skin that would be soft and smooth beneath his callouses—if he dared.

When she stopped at a red light, he listened to her sigh, then tried not to stare (too obviously) while she edged the hem of her skirt a little higher to scratch at an itch near her hip.

When she tucked her water bottle a little further into the hollow spot between her thighs, he sat up a little straighter in his seat and thought about lines, and how maybe it was time certain ones were crossed.

When she pulled into the parking lot of the dentist's office, Cloud realized he had been taken for a ride.

AN: Comments are encouraged!