[One more kiss... that she quietly and shamelessly steals from him first, but even as he says it and she nods, Tifa holds onto him tighter.]
Just a little longer...?
[Just let her have this moment a little longer before they have to force themselves to face everything. She wants to take in as much of him as she can and give him what he needs in return before they leave the warmth, comfort, and safety of their bed.
She doesn't ask for very long, but she simply sits there with her arms around him, her face nuzzled against his chest, breathing in his scent, and listening to his steady heartbeat and the sound of his breathing, with her fingers brushing sleepy lines over his skin.
When they finally do get up and get dressed, Tifa in a cotton tank top and sorts, it's with his hand in hers that she tugs him along to the kitchen with her, never once letting him free from her grasp. Even as she washes some mixed berries and throws them into a bowl and brews them a fresh pot of coffee, or as she sets out food for Eria and Clover when they come back inside, she keeps his hands steady on her hips as she moves about, taking the bowl to the couch before returning for their drinks, all with Eustace in tow.
Until they finally settle on the couch together with their coffees in one hand, her fingers threading together with his with the other.
And now that they're here, Tifa doesn't even know where to start, so she buys herself some time to sip her coffee slowly, but her red eyes never leave him as she stares at him over the rim of the cup, watching him as intently as she has been all morning for any shift in mood.
Well, they have to start somewhere, and as she watches the two animals eat for the first time today, she turns back to Eustace, something else dawning on her.]
... The dogs. [They just... kind of left them with the others for the morning, didn't they?] You think they're okay?
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Just a little longer...?
[Just let her have this moment a little longer before they have to force themselves to face everything. She wants to take in as much of him as she can and give him what he needs in return before they leave the warmth, comfort, and safety of their bed.
She doesn't ask for very long, but she simply sits there with her arms around him, her face nuzzled against his chest, breathing in his scent, and listening to his steady heartbeat and the sound of his breathing, with her fingers brushing sleepy lines over his skin.
When they finally do get up and get dressed, Tifa in a cotton tank top and sorts, it's with his hand in hers that she tugs him along to the kitchen with her, never once letting him free from her grasp. Even as she washes some mixed berries and throws them into a bowl and brews them a fresh pot of coffee, or as she sets out food for Eria and Clover when they come back inside, she keeps his hands steady on her hips as she moves about, taking the bowl to the couch before returning for their drinks, all with Eustace in tow.
Until they finally settle on the couch together with their coffees in one hand, her fingers threading together with his with the other.
And now that they're here, Tifa doesn't even know where to start, so she buys herself some time to sip her coffee slowly, but her red eyes never leave him as she stares at him over the rim of the cup, watching him as intently as she has been all morning for any shift in mood.
Well, they have to start somewhere, and as she watches the two animals eat for the first time today, she turns back to Eustace, something else dawning on her.]
... The dogs. [They just... kind of left them with the others for the morning, didn't they?] You think they're okay?