This a preview of my upcomeing fic it is only fluff and dose not have a major plot just a collection of happely married Clerith.

Cloud jerked awake with a shallow gasp, for a moment feeling a moment of disorientation and panic.

He looked over to the other half of the bed, half-expecting to see a mane of curling black hair- but of course he didn’t. The bed was empty, unoccupied except for himself. It had only been a dream but-great lifestream, how realistic the dream had felt, details, back-stories that seemed like actual memories, all there in vivid detail...

Except in it, he’d been married to Tifa and Aerith to Zack-married with, children! As unpleasant dreams went, this was not even a blip on the nightmare scale-and yet… He was conscious of an odd hollow feeling in his chest, a lingering bad taste in his mouth.

Not that marriage to Tifa would be so terrible; she was nice and a good friend, but the thought of being married to anyone but Aerith-and Aerith married to anyone, even Zack-was enough to provoke an instinctive flare of sharp protest.

He looked over at Aerith’s empty half of the bed again, conscious of a sharp stab of missing her. The bed seemed to stretch on for miles without Aerith in it (cold, desolate miles, at that). She’d been gone for nearly a week now, at a conference for the study of the Cetra in Costa del Sol, and he’d already decided that a week was far too long a time to be without her.

But she’d be home the day after tomorrow. He clutched that thought to him-self, looking over to where he knew their wedding picture was standing on the dresser, although he couldn’t see it in the dark. She would be home soon…

His mind flashed back to the dream-sending his and Tifa’s kids off to school well, at least that part of the dream took no great strain to imagine why he’d dreamed it.

Rose’s school letter had arrived that day and she’d been as thrilled and excited as if her getting into school hadn’t been a sure thing from the moment of her birth. And Roxas and Alexis had been just as excited as Rose (with a twinge of envy, at least on Roxas’ part).

With that, it was no wonder he’d dreamed of the school send off-but why his mind had decided to insert the disturbing elements and resurrect his relationship with Tifa and Aerith’s with Zack, he didn’t know.

He was suddenly filled with the need to check on the children-his children- just to make sure they were sleeping soundly and, yes, to gloat over them as well (as Aerith teasingly termed it, saying once that he acted like a miser looking over his jewels, as if he’d been solely responsible for their births. He had pulled her into his arms and said, “Believe me, I am never in danger of forgetting the part you played in bringing them into this world,” before he’d kissed her gently, with the tenderness he always felt whenever he remembered the hours of worry and waiting when Aerith had been in labour-and then he’d added, teasingly, against her lips

Very nice! :3 at first i thought it was a cloti story xD hehe <3

Great job!

An excellent start. There's nothing wrong with blatant Clerith fluff :). Please continue!

this fic becomes a lemon later, so it's kinda fluff/smutt

, “or the part you played in creating them,” letting his voice become deliberately husky , before he’d kissed her again with deliberate, and somewhat exaggerated, sensuality-before she’d turned the tables on him as she usually did, and he’d become the seduced rather than the seducer…)

He sternly cut short his increasingly heated moments-that would not help him in making Aerith’s absence less painful.

He quietly padded down the hall and opened the door of Rose’s bedroom, his heart stuttering slightly in his chest as it always did when he saw her asleep like this. She looked so much like a miniature Aerith, Aerith as she looked when he’d first met her so many years ago. In sleep, the slight differences in her features (she had his eyebrows and his nose in a feminine cast) compared to Aerith’s, were less apparent, especially so because her blue eyes (her most noticeable Strife legacy) were hidden.

Her breathing was deep and even, and he smiled as he noticed that she was clutching her school letter in one hand. His little Rose was 11 now; he knew a moment of awe mixed with dismay. When had that happened? It seemed like only yesterday that she’d been born, that he’d taken one look at her in the maternity ward of Edge general hospital and fallen head over heels in love at first sight. She was, he thought with a small pang, growing up far too quickly.
He moved to Roxas’ bedroom, filled almost equally with toy swords and with books. Roxas had kicked off his blankets in his sleep (as was his habit) and Cloud gently tugged them back over his son.

The poor boy (Cloud thought with a twinge of deprecating humour, as he always did, when he looked at his son)-not only did he have to go through life with the fame of being Cloud Strife’s only son, but he also had to look entirely like his father.

And then, finally, he went to check on little Alexis, the baby, as he still thought of her, never mind that she was turning-six years old and insisting she wasn’t a baby anymore. Alexis was curled up on her side in her habitual position, clutching her favourite stuffed Moogel doll, given to her by her uncle Zack. He smiled down at her, touching one fingertip ever so lightly against the perfectly smooth skin of her cheek.
Alexis, whom everyone said looked so much like him, except for the fact that her colouring was entirely Aerith’s from her brown hair to her green eyes.

His children-his and Aerith’s-and Cloud wondered, not for the first time, as he closed Alexis’ door quietly behind him, just how he had ever gotten so lucky to have all this…

And then he stiffened, tensing, every nerve in his body suddenly went on alert. He’d heard something- a faint sound downstairs.

He reached automatically for his back where his sword always was-only to realize that, of course he didn’t have his sword with him, dressed as he was in boxers and a t-shirt. He knew a moment of panic as he tried to mentally calculate how silently he could move to his bedroom, get his sword, get his kids out, and then find out who the intruder was-before his rational mind kicked in. He was clearly still jittery and keyed-up from his dream or he would remember that if the person had even remotely hostile intentions, alarms were set up to go off loud enough to wake the dead, the moment they got within 10 feet of the house.

He relaxed a little before moving quietly down the stairs, trying to stay out of sight and see who was there.

It was too dark to see much beyond a shadow-but the moment he saw it, he knew.

And within another second, he was down the stairs, disbelieving and full of an incredulous joy, as he snatched the person into his arms.

She let out a half-shriek that was instantly muffled by his lips coming down on hers in a lingering, and yet still gentle, kiss of greeting. And she relaxed into his arms, her arms sliding around his neck,

“Cloud, you scared me half to death!” she exclaimed in a whisper, as the kissed ended. “What are you doing awake at this hour?”

“I was checking on the kids, I could ask you the same question-what are you doing home so early?”

“I realized that I’d already been to all the sessions that I really wanted to go to and decided I missed my family more then I wanted to go any of the session tomorrow or the last day.”

“Good.”

She smiled. “I guess that means you missed me?”


“No, not at all. It was nice having the house and the kids all to myself,” he teased-and then proceeded to thoroughly demonstrate the lie of his statement by lowering his head to hers and kissing her long and slow.

She melted into his kiss as she always did, loving the familiar taste of him, the feel of him. Even now, after 15 years of marriage, he could still leave her dazed and breathless with wanting with just a kiss, still could turn her bones to water with a look…
His kiss was surprisingly tender and gentle, considering how long she’d been away from him (she remembered with a shiver how he’d greeted her the last time he’d been away for a few days, the force of his passion that had driven her insane with lust and need)-like the kisses he gave her when he was having one of his moments of being amazed that she was his wife, that they where married… (And she loved-oh, how she loved that, even now, after so many years of, he still had those moments of wonder…)

The kiss ended slowly as she gave a soft sigh of pleasure.

“Mmm I missed this… she breathed

“I missed you,” he whispered, all humour gone from his voice “A week is far too long without you.”

His lips lowered to her skin again, avoiding her mouth this time, as he scattered light, fleeting, butterfly kisses from the corner of her mouth and up to the sensitive hollow just below her ear, kissing her ear- lobe, the soft skin below her ear, the tips of her eyebrows, her nose, random places that only a man in love would prize-and places that only he could touch and still awaken every nerve ending in her body.

You're doing quite well with this. It is good to see some light-hearted Clerith fluff :).

Sorry Part 3 will be linked soon.

Great story so far!!!!
I'd also have nightmares if I was married to Tifa!
I'm about to read the 2nd part that you posted later on so I hope it's as good.

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I just finished the second part, and...
HOLY CRAP, IT WAS MUCH BETTER THAN THE FIRST PART!!!!!!!!!!!
In all seriousness, you've got to be one of the best writers I've ever known!!!
Never have I felt that attached to a story, despite the short length!
I'm about to read the next part so I hope it's also good.

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Wow, um.... okay so I finished the final part, and..... yeah.
The third part, definately not as good as the second part.
I still "enjoyed" it, sort of.
It was kind of interesting how the story transitioned from romance to erotica.
My only problem was that it was way too sexual for my tastes.
Other than that, I still think you're an amazing writer.