[As for Tifa, she never needs much. Never expects or wants more than what she has, and if she has him, then what else even is there to wish for? A kiss is plenty, and she accepts and returns it in kind, hoping that it will tell and show him the things that words would fail to explain. Something that language cannot touch.
She slides her fingers out from between his at last so that she can wrap her arms around his shoulders, deepening that kiss further with a gentle parting of her lips, the heat of her breath dancing across his in a quiet, soft bid of an invitation. A brief one, to be sure, considering where they are, but she can hardly help herself.
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hoping that it will tell and show him the things that words would fail to explain. Something that language cannot touch.
She slides her fingers out from between his at last so that she can wrap her arms around his shoulders, deepening that kiss further with a gentle parting of her lips, the heat of her breath dancing across his in a quiet, soft bid of an invitation. A brief one, to be sure, considering where they are, but she can hardly help herself.
And when it's over, she doesn't go far.]
... You're sure this isn't the end of the night?