[It's probably a good thing that they aren't illuminated by the warm glow of the chandeliers inside because at least the moon doesn't make the flush in Tifa's cheeks too obvious. It is a bit surprising, how gentle Beatrix's grip is. As someone who uses her hands, she'd noticed how tight a hold the other woman always had on the sword at her side, but she always had a feeling it was just that roughness around the edges.
She did oblige after all, didn't she?
And as the beat begins its next set of one-two-threes, Tifa eyes her expectantly.]
I can't have all the fun myself, but I'll try.
[There's a small laugh, but her voice is patient beneath it.]
Why do you say that? It shouldn't be in anyone's description.
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She did oblige after all, didn't she?
And as the beat begins its next set of one-two-threes, Tifa eyes her expectantly.]
I can't have all the fun myself, but I'll try.
[There's a small laugh, but her voice is patient beneath it.]
Why do you say that? It shouldn't be in anyone's description.
[She's starting to sound like Cloud!]