[Already, as the charms float among the ripples when he moves them, they begin to beat with light again—the star a blue and the moon a soft yellow. They're dim, and Tifa only barely notices when her back hits the rocks and his hands rove over her skin, surprisingly warm in comparison to the sharp cold of the water. She rewards him with a shudder, and a satisfied noise that dies into the kiss, and her legs easily thread between his to pull him closer.
She breaks, only for a moment—one long enough to breathe him in, to steal the hot breaths that pass over their lips, and so that she can murmur, her smile pulling into one that's teasing and coy, with an echo of mischief lining her words.]
Then we'll fix it. I'm freezing.
[As for what happens next, that will only be for the two of them and the nature that surrounds them to know...]
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She breaks, only for a moment—one long enough to breathe him in, to steal the hot breaths that pass over their lips, and so that she can murmur, her smile pulling into one that's teasing and coy, with an echo of mischief lining her words.]
Then we'll fix it. I'm freezing.
[As for what happens next, that will only be for the two of them and the nature that surrounds them to know...]