[He can't see the way she arches a single brow, but he will hear the little hum that follows as she lets her back arch beneath his light touches that tickle her spine and send goosebumps shooting up it. She isn't trying to do anything, but he knows exactly where to put his hands to get that rise out of her, and Tifa lets him as her lips find his again.]
... As long as they'll be okay.
[Eria and Clover are probably long-gone to the flowers' tree by now. She doesn't hear them outside their door. But they were all always good about taking care of one another like good siblings should.]
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... As long as they'll be okay.
[Eria and Clover are probably long-gone to the flowers' tree by now. She doesn't hear them outside their door. But they were all always good about taking care of one another like good siblings should.]
Because I don't think I can get up...