Commitment

Though he checked in on her at the half-hour mark, it wasn't until an hour later when Andrew met up with Tifa in the living room of the penthouse, giving her a thumbs up as he said, "Nice. I like your usual outfit, but jeans suit you."

Contrasting her usual short skirt and midriff-exposing top, Tifa arrived in a pair of deliberately torn jeans, black leather boots that nearly reached her knees, a black top that was fastened with a cord at the front, kind of like a corset, and a stylish, long-sleeved, ash-colored, fur-lined winter coat as it was late January in her world.

"Thanks for the compliment..." replied Tifa, adopting a faint smile as she combed back the bangs framing the right side of her face. Andrew was also wearing a different outfit, but as he changed clothes several times a day, she skipped complimenting him and asked, "So, what did you want to do...?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Andrew decided to be honest, stating, "Truth be told, I didn't have anything in mind when we originally talked. I then spent a good hour bouncing between the ideas of taking you on an evening stroll through a magical forest or someplace we could beat up a bunch of monsters. I want to do something that would make you happy, but after a lot of thinking, I concluded that the best thing I could do is let you decide for yourself. If you want to talk, explore a dungeon, hang out here, or take a nap, I'm down for just about anything."

Exhaling a faint sigh through her nose, Tifa resisted the urge to point out there was no need for them to become 'familiar' with each other. It wasn't like she resented him or anything, so after crossing her arms and taking a few seconds to organize her thoughts, she explained, "Since we're being 'honest' with each other, I'm not really in the mood for things like dates or taking it easy. Sephiroth is still at large, and we've been enduring growing pressure from the other Avalanche cells. Even though it was revealed that Rufus had been financing our operations, many believe Shinra needs to be broken up, and the current executives tried as war criminals..."

"Mmm...can't say I blame them..." said Andrew, gesturing to the nearby sofa, prompting Tifa to take a seat before sitting beside her with a bit of distance separating them. The latter noticed this, causing her brows to rise before creasing as she asked, "Did something happen?" in a serious tone.

Shaking his head, Andrew held out his left hand and quipped, "Something is always happening somewhere. This is me trying to be more considerate and supportive of those I care about. You may not think that includes you, but if I only desired your admittedly incredible body, I wouldn't have tried talking you out of becoming a Proxy. If you recall, you kind of had to whip out your tits to get me to stop..."

Though she scrunched her brows at his final few words, Tifa placed her hand in Andrew's, linking her fingers through his as she poutily remarked, "Some details are better forgotten..."

"Tough luck," mused Andrew, adopting a faintly cheeky smile as he added, "It was a 'very' memorable moment for me."

Rolling her eyes, Tifa exhaled a faintly exasperated sigh before leaning against Andrew's shoulder, asking, "Is this what we're doing? Sitting and talking...?"

"That's up to you," replied Andrew, reiterating, "As I said before, I want to do something to make you happy. I certainly don't hold back when I make requests, so even if you want me to stand on my hands or act like a circus clown, I would do it to see you smile."

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As she had gotten used to Andrew's forcefulness, Tifa felt uncomfortable seeing him act sincere. She knew he wasn't a bad guy, but with how many women he was entangled with, she expected most of their interactions to be superficial 'booty calls.' She had even started to get wet when they sat down, her pulse accelerating as her body anticipated the intense pleasure it had come to expect and crave...

Feeling Tifa's palms sweating, Andrew's expression softened as he said, "If I'm stressing you out, we could always go our separate ways and try exchanging chat messages. I'd like us to be able to talk in person, but if it's making you uncomfortable..."

"It's not like that..!" replied Tifa, shaking her head. However, her uneasy expression and the unintentional change in her pitch made it obvious she wasn't being completely honest.

"Hey, it's okay," said Andrew, his tone gentle as he squeezed Tifa's hand and stated, "I don't have to be the person you confide in. The important thing is that you know I'm on your side and would do just about anything to make you happy. The incredible sex is just a perk..."

By punctuating his statement with a playful wink, Andrew managed to curb much of Tifa's growing anxiety, compelling the buxom beauty to roll her eyes and relax her head against his shoulder in silence. He wouldn't have minded if they stayed that way the rest of the evening, but Tifa had different thoughts, concluding a lengthy, seven-minute silence by asking, "Can I ask you something...?"

"Of course," replied Andrew, resisting the urge to point out she had just done precisely that.

Placing her left hand over her and Andrew's interlinked hands, Tifa's voice softened as she requested, "Can we not complicate things between us? It doesn't have to be forever, but...well, I didn't become your Proxy because I wanted to be closer to you. I'm not exactly 'against' the idea, but until Sephiroth has been dealt with and our planet is no longer in peril...I would prefer it if we just did whatever you wanted to do. I can't speak for Aerith, but things are easier for me that way..."

"Mmm...I see..." muttered Andrew, taking a moment to deliberate what Tifa had just said before asking, "So, you would be fine if I asked you to accompany me to a casino and had you dress up like a bunny girl...?"

Exhaling a scoffing chuckle, Tifa raised her head from Andrew's shoulder, staring at him with disbelief and a trace of amusement as she questioned, "Was that one of the things you considered for our date?"

"To be fair, most other establishments are closed around this time..." said Andrew, shrugging as he added, "Besides, you know damn well you would look amazing in a black leotard and stockings..."

"Probably," conceded Tifa, regaining a smile as she contended, "But I also know you would say the same to all your Proxies, not just me."

"What can I say...?" asked Andrew, grinning mischievously as he leaned in for a kiss, musing, "I have excellent tastes..." before sealing Tifa's lips and invading her mouth with his tongue. Afterward, he alleviated her 'cravings' before the two spent the rest of the night at the Manderville Gold Saucer. A minor incident occurred when he introduced her to Zidane, as Tifa had dutifully donned a bunny costume, but Andrew made it 'very' clear her ass wasn't his to touch...

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As he had promised to do so the previous evening, Andrew met up with Yuna and Lenne shortly after chaperoning Tifa back to the now inn-sized Seventh Heaven, seeing her safely to bed before hopping over to Spira to give the duo their near-daily dicking.

'Being a pervert has its perks...' thought Andrew, smiling as he watched the manifested Lenne fervently sucking his dick while the exhausted Yuna lay next to him, using his chest and shoulder as a pillow while observing the thousand-year-old Diva put her hand and vocal cords to work in a way that didn't involve holding a microphone or singing.

Like many a woman before her, Lenne eventually gave up trying to get Andrew to cum with her mouth, raising her head and rubbing her jaw as she remarked, "Your size will take some getting used to..."

Raising his brows, Andrew asked, "You're not giving up? It's not like you 'have' to use your mouth..."

Supporting Andrew's statement, Yuna nodded and expressed, "He's right. I appreciate your concerns, Lenne, but they're unnecessary. I might feel a smidge of jealousy toward some of Andrew's other women, but not you..."

Furrowing her brows, Lenne wanted to argue that her 'restraint' was more for herself than anyone else but dismissed the idea. Then, after exhaling a heated sigh, she crawled up Andrew's body, adjusting her position so that his dick was pinned to his lower abdomen, sandwiched between her hot, practically drooling labia.

Without the need for additional prompting, Lenne leaned forward, raising her hips and using her left hand to guide Andrew's glans to her pulsating entrance. She had manifested physically to extract his 'essence' without burdening Yuna or succumbing even further to Andrew's temptations, but it was impossible. Her insides longed for his trespass, so with Yuna giving her permission and Andrew's exceptional vitality giving her the literal urge to bite and suck his blood, Lenne relented to her body's desires, exhaling a throaty moan as she orgasmed from his entry alone.

"I take it back..." muttered Yuna, her expression serious as she said, "I'm envious of your voice..."

"You...shouldn't be..." replied Lenne, her breathing labored as she stared at the ceiling in an enraptured daze.

Nodding in affirmation, Andrew gave Lenne a moment to collect herself as he looked to Yuna, asserting, "She's right...though not as husky, you have an incredible voice. But, even if you didn't...you don't need a deep voice to be alluring..."

With Yuna raising her face to look up and meet his gaze, Andrew seized the opportunity to kiss her. Then, as Lenne had clearly made her choice, he gave the dazed Diva a light smack on her ass, startling her from the stupor she had fallen into. She frowned a bit when she saw them kissing but didn't say anything as she shifted some of her weight onto her hands and began moving her hips in a manner remarkably similar to Yuna. Most of her sexual experience had been amassed while occupying the latter's body, so when she began moving, she emulated Yuna's movements as if they were her own...

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Honoring a promise he had made with Garnet, Andrew departed Spira before midday in Alexandria, finding her, Nanamo, and Y'shtola seated around a circular table with one spot left vacant for him.

Though they had been smiling before his arrival, the expressions on the expectant trio's faces brightened in response to Andrew's arrival, Nanamo seizing the initiative to cheerfully state, "Welcome. And I believe I speak for everyone present when I express how much it pleases me to dine with you on yet another fine day."

"Come, now..." said Andrew, picking Nanamo up from her chair, holding her in a koala carry, and kissing her before separating to state, "No need for such formalities..."

"Perhaps, but I do so enjoy your reactions~" mused Nanamo, covering her mouth to stifle a giggle before kissing Andrew's cheek and prompting him to set her down. She didn't mind being carried by him, quite the opposite, but she believed a certain manner of decorum was expected during social gatherings such as luncheons.

Moving from Nanamo to Y'shtola, Andrew gave the platinum-haired cat girl a hug, a kiss, and an ass squeeze before returning her to her seat and ruffling her hair. She gave a heavy eye roll when Nanamo snickered at her expense, but the light swishing of her tail indicated she didn't mind having her head caressed.

'And, as always, I saved the best for last...' said Andrew, telepathically communicating his words to Garnet's mind as they would be more than a little rude to say aloud. Unless she wanted him to, of course...

Narrowing her eyes in gratification, Garnet accepted Andrew's help rising to her feet before the two held each other and kissed for nearly three full minutes. However, as Nanamo and Y'shola were already accustomed to this, the duo didn't even bat an eye as they telepathically discussed the attack that had occurred the previous day...

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