[A small part of him wonders if he should really let them do this... But with how their hearts race in unison, that desire to soothe their wounded hearts in the way they know best, to give them just that little bit of respite, he gives in. Just for a little while. Just long enough so that they can be in a better place to tackle the next difficult conversation. So he swallows her lips, his arms lifting her up so that her legs can wrap around his waist as he then carries her back to their room.
Eria makes no move to the stop them. In this case...she'll let it slide. Instead she looks at the damage done to the living room, the burn marks made by both the ice and the flames. Although some of it is already healing, she just sighs and pads over to where Clover has hidden away. With a reassuring nudge of her nose and affectionate lick, she picks up the kitten and makes her way to the door that opens on its own to let them out. Outside the wolf glances back to see how the damage had started to seep outside, the shadows on the far side of the tree longer, some of the branches blackened.
Yet the skies above are clearing, the storm finally passing. Even now flowers are already beginning to bloom, the wind picking up in a warmer, refreshing breeze that causes the battered branches to sway. And as she watches sudden bursts of flowers appear near where the bedroom is......she turns her head and sets Clover down so that the kitten walk on her own. ...Where to go...should she give them an hour... Two? SIGH damn sex addicts—
Who knows how long time has passed, but it's nearing late afternoon when Eustace realizes he had fallen asleep. It was only a brief nap, but when he opens his eyes and sees Tifa in his arms, he smiles. He can't really remember what he dreamed, if anything at all, but...waking up to this is better than a dream. Gently his fingertips circle around her back and arms, his lips brushing over the top of her head. There is still much to deal with, but...right now he can let himself feel a little more content. Let this to continue to be a reminder of what he's trying to protect and fight for. Reminder of why he can't give in...]
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Eria makes no move to the stop them. In this case...she'll let it slide. Instead she looks at the damage done to the living room, the burn marks made by both the ice and the flames. Although some of it is already healing, she just sighs and pads over to where Clover has hidden away. With a reassuring nudge of her nose and affectionate lick, she picks up the kitten and makes her way to the door that opens on its own to let them out. Outside the wolf glances back to see how the damage had started to seep outside, the shadows on the far side of the tree longer, some of the branches blackened.
Yet the skies above are clearing, the storm finally passing. Even now flowers are already beginning to bloom, the wind picking up in a warmer, refreshing breeze that causes the battered branches to sway. And as she watches sudden bursts of flowers appear near where the bedroom is......she turns her head and sets Clover down so that the kitten walk on her own. ...Where to go...should she give them an hour... Two? SIGH damn sex addicts—
Who knows how long time has passed, but it's nearing late afternoon when Eustace realizes he had fallen asleep. It was only a brief nap, but when he opens his eyes and sees Tifa in his arms, he smiles. He can't really remember what he dreamed, if anything at all, but...waking up to this is better than a dream. Gently his fingertips circle around her back and arms, his lips brushing over the top of her head. There is still much to deal with, but...right now he can let himself feel a little more content. Let this to continue to be a reminder of what he's trying to protect and fight for. Reminder of why he can't give in...]