[It's what Tifa expects him to do, and she can feel him moving in that familiar way that she prepares to brace herself with her arms around his neck so that he can carry her off, whisk her away back into that blissful place. Even if it's just for a brief respite, just a moment away from all of this... She wants it. She'll take it.
So, she laments quietly to herself when his lips leave hers, taking her breath with him, but she can hear the wolf beside her, and she can feel Eria's tail sweep against her leg as she wanders away to search for Clover in the kitchen. Any other day, Tifa would laugh it off and drag him back to their bedroom herself and throw the door shut behind them, but today...
His question has her eyes moving up to meet his, and she feels her knees buckle under the intensity of his stare, and that heat reflecting in those blue pools of his to match her own, reigniting that spark inside her until it's burning hot.
There is so much more that they need to talk about, none of it anything she necessarily wants to... but Tifa can feel her heart racing in her chest, her fingers splaying across his back so that she can draw him nearer, and her lips parting for his as he brushes them over one another...]
...
Later...
[Her arms circle around his neck the same way they always do when she knows that he's about to carry her off, signaling to him that it's what she wants.]
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So, she laments quietly to herself when his lips leave hers, taking her breath with him, but she can hear the wolf beside her, and she can feel Eria's tail sweep against her leg as she wanders away to search for Clover in the kitchen. Any other day, Tifa would laugh it off and drag him back to their bedroom herself and throw the door shut behind them, but today...
His question has her eyes moving up to meet his, and she feels her knees buckle under the intensity of his stare, and that heat reflecting in those blue pools of his to match her own, reigniting that spark inside her until it's burning hot.
There is so much more that they need to talk about, none of it anything she necessarily wants to... but Tifa can feel her heart racing in her chest, her fingers splaying across his back so that she can draw him nearer, and her lips parting for his as he brushes them over one another...]
...
Later...
[Her arms circle around his neck the same way they always do when she knows that he's about to carry her off, signaling to him that it's what she wants.]
Right now, I just... I can't...
[She just needs a moment to breathe...]