[She senses that kiss coming, so she is ready to meet him when it does, Tifa tipping her head to allow for a deeper kiss, the warmth bubbling between them as she takes in a breath like she's trying to absorb it. Absorb him. Take it all in like she's scared that it's going to go away. It won't, and she knows that it won't, but she treats every moment with him that way anyway.
Her fingers lace between his, her thumb tracing along the line of his ring once more to seek the comfort of knowing that it's there, that he is hers and she is his.
And as she meets his eyes, they hold that same intense love for him that he bears over her, and she cracks a grin.]
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Her fingers lace between his, her thumb tracing along the line of his ring once more to seek the comfort of knowing that it's there, that he is hers and she is his.
And as she meets his eyes, they hold that same intense love for him that he bears over her, and she cracks a grin.]
... Are you asking me again right now?