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I'm still holding you, so can't really say that.

[A laugh before he rolls over so he's no longer smothering her and she's on top. Of course, he's aware she's only in her dress, but the warmth shared between them should be enough to chase the worst of the chill away.]

[It's definitely more than enough, and it's even started to melt some of that snow, making way for the starflowers that bloom underneath, their petals trying to poke through when he rolls them over.]

... Mm. Tired already, then?

[She leans in just a little, her hair dropping down to drape around their faces, hiding them from the world as her lips hover just over his.]

What makes you think that?

[Just a quirk of his brow as he looks up at her.]

I feel you underestimate your husband.

Look at you...

[She reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, brushing it so that it falls back and away from obstructing his face, and so that she can press a kiss to his cheek right below his eye.]

Skated so much that now you're lying here in the snow. You practically fell yourself. Thinking I overestimated you.

Hmm, is that how it is?

In that case...

[He just flops his arms out to his sides, closing his eyes as if unmoved by her little touches and kiss of affections.]

I'll just stay out here.

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[She pauses to stare down at him, her lips puckering together in a "displeased" line.]

Are you sure about that? It's kind of cold...

[And she's just going to continue showering him in those little touches and kisses and affection, moving slowly from his cheeks to his neck, her hand moving up to gently caress his ear. If he thought she was simply going to give up this time, then he thought wrong...]

Too bad, though... bet the tree is nice and warm.

[Maybe he doesn't want her to give up.

And while he does crane his neck a bit to give her more access, and the feel of her touch on his ears is nice... He remains otherwise unmoved.]

Mm... But you know I prefer the cold.

Oh.

[Just a feigned look of surprise as she pushes herself up again, her other hand trailing a finger up and down his chest.]

... So, you'll be fine if I just leave you here in the cold while I go... warm up?

[And now she's just going to start moving to get up... but will he stop her?]

[He will, with a very firm pull of her wrist to bring her back down.]

No. You just have to stay here.

Or do a better job trying to convince me.

[Oh noooo... She's falling back down over him, what is she going to doooo? Falling so far that her nose just barely nuzzles against his first, the tip of her own cold, before she's moving back down once more.]

You're not exactly an easy man to convince, you know.

[In a very rare show of impatient affection, she gives his bottom lip a shy little nip.]

Unless you're going to keep me warm out here?

Mmm...

[Slowly his hands slide up from her thighs to her sides, teasing a small lift of her hem to bring it up almost to her hips before they let go.]

We haven't done that have yet, have we?

[A very dark, heated glimmer in his eye as he looks up at her.]

[She shivers over him, though not from the cold. Even through her thin leggings, she can feel the shiver passing through, and the heat of his fingertips wandering close.]

No... we haven't.

[He's been a good, well-behaved wolf tonight by not teasing her too much, but even she's starting to get a little impatient. Though, her eyes soften a touch.]

I wasn't sure if you had anything else planned for tonight, though.

I do, but...

[A hand runs up her back, threading through her hair before brushing against the nape of her neck.]

Doesn't really matter where it happens.

[She gives him A Look.]

You don't mean... this, do you?

[This, and everything that comes after, as she brushes a hand over his cheek before leaning in to press a grateful kiss to his lips. Whatever it is he has planned, she knows she'll love it regardless. Even if it is out here in the snow.

... She just hopes he likes his surprise later, too.]

Well... That depends.

[And there is a reason he slid his hand back there, made clear when there is a very audible zip sound from behind, already yanking the little piece down several inches.]

Can you convince me otherwise?

[She breathes a soft gasp over his lips at the sound of the zipper, and a purr when the crisp winter air hits her shoulders and her open back, and it only makes her press into him just a little further. And if he runs his fingers over her back, his fingertips will be met with the soft feel of lace.]

... What if I don't want to?

[They're alone, out in the woods, with this little pocket of dreamotion and each other to keep themselves warm. What is there to complain about?]

Then...

[He'll tease her, his hand slowly slipping in to finger that lace that sends a little thrill of excitement.]

You'll have to convince me to continue here.

[And yet, he continues to not make this easy on her, that smirk playing on his lips.]

[He is definitely not making it easy for her. So convince him to stay or convince him to go, would she gets what she wants either way? She can feel his fingers slip over the lace and she grins, a shiver shooting up her spine and making her shudder over him before she's lowering her lips close to his.]

Well... That depends.

[She echoes his words with a playful peck to the corner of his mouth.]

What's the "other thing"?

[He is so tempted to take her lips right there, but he continues to hold fast. Instead he continues to move his hand, slipping deeper into her dress as he continues to idly investigate what little surprise she has here.]

I won't tell you so easily.

[A smirk.]

But it's likely not anything you'd think of.

[The rest of that little surprise can wait until it's time, but it's thin and delicate and soft under his fingers, and as they travel further, she exhales gently, a sigh leaving parted lips.

That warmth that has lingered around them turns into something more like a near-stifling heat to match the way her cheeks have reddened and how she gently and deliberately presses more of her weight over him. And rather than lie on the snow, they are surrounded by white, shimmering starflowers instead.]

So... another surprise? You can't keep doing this, you know.

[A light boop of his nose.]

What is it this time?

[A quiet chuckle as he just slides his finger over the lace over her spine...and playful snaps it.]

Wouldn't be a surprise if I told you right away.

[Something between a gasp and a yelp leaves her when the lace snaps against her skin, her back arching in surprise towards him, and she gives his arm a little swat in warning.]

Not yet.

[He has to be patient!! And, speaking of waiting, as Tifa starts to easily unhook the clasp of his cloak—]

How long are you going to make me wait?

[A small laugh at her little swat, and it only makes him run his fingertip under the lace, playfully exploring.]

Mm...

[He looks up past her towards the night sky as if to gauge the time or contemplate.]

Maybe it would be better to have it sooner... While you still have the strength to keep your eyes open.

[She sees where his gaze wanders and, curious, she manages to tear her eyes away from him long enough to glance up to the sky behind her. There's nothing up there but the stars at the moment, but it isn't enough for her to piece together what he might be planning...

... And when she turns back to him, it's with flushed cheeks.]

Well then, you'd better move quick. Have a feeling that'll happen sooner than later...

[Not that she's actually in any rush to do anything. She's quite content to lay here in the snowbank, curled up with him.]

[He pretends to look conflicted.]

This is a difficult decision. But... We would need to go inside for it. And once we are, you won't be able to come back out.

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