heartyheaven

Tifa didn't know the show she was putting on.  To her, she was just drinking a delicious milkshake--her first of the day, but very likely not her last.  To Cloud, watching through the small window in the kitchen, she was doing so much more. She was resting on one of the far barstools.  Not sitting, just resting, leaning against as she sucked on the straw, letting her rear squash against the stool.  A roll of fat puffed above the seat, and a tinier roll snuck underneath. Milkshakes could have a lot of calories, after all.  So when they became your favorite treat...  But Tifa wasn't concerned with the consequences as she drank more and more o

When Tifa had a goal, she went all-out.  Usually that meant coming at an enemy with a flurry of fists. This time it meant coming at Cloud with a flurry of meals.  To be honest, she'd pretty much taken his flat answers as disinterest before, and hadn't made any special effort to cook for him alone, outside of family meals.  There was plenty he could feed himself with around the bar, and he seemed to do just fine with that. But now--oh.  Now there was a goal, and even if Cloud missed the family dinner, now he got a fresh plate when he arrived home, even if it meant Tifa stayed up a bit because of a late delivery.  Instead of cereal in the mor

Tifa had always thought it was funny when Wedge glanced down at his portly belly between rounds at Seventh Heaven.  Like maybe he was hoping it would disappear, or fearing he'd see it growing. He never had turned down an offer of food from her though.  It made her wonder if maybe he wasn't afraid to see it taking over his lap.  Maybe he wanted it to.  He was such a happy, helpful taste tester, cheerfully giving her feedback to refine and tweak her menu, that she didn't think about it too much... But she wondered, once, if she wanted to see it grow too. It had been a long time since she'd thought of that; so many things had happened, and sa