songerein | fifteenth shot ⊗ closed log

Mm-hm.

[Does he really not know what she means by that, or is he fishing for more out of her? Either way, she doesn't mind humouring him with an answer, and even bites down on her lip to help stifle some of the spread of her smile.]

It's a place I could easily imagine you being a lot. And reminds me of you.

[And now she's going to slip away from him, her arms falling so that she can start walking around to look at the wildflowers and the trees.]

It's quiet... peaceful... Memorable. [A quick glance at him over her shoulder as she plucks a flower from the ground and twirls it, and he'll see the blush in her cheeks.] But there's something... strong about it too. Secure.

...I could follow everything but the "strong" part.

[A light teasing grin before he's stepping up behind her to wrap his arms back around her—despite her just leaving him.]

Is that what my little trespassing bartender would think, too?

[His strides are so much longer than hers, that's cheating—!

But as his arms find their way around her again, she lets herself fall back against his chest, and lifts the flower to her nose.]

Think what? [She wiggles her hips a little, like she's trying to escape from him.] That he was all those things? Why do you think she'd come back so often?

I thought it would be just because of the view.

Unless there's something else that caught her eye.

[And don't you wiggle those hips at him, Missy. He'll make you regret it.

Like leaning down to lightly bite down the top of her ear as his grip around her tightens.]

[She buries her giggle into the flower, its scent so blissfully sweet, but his teasing and his tighter hold only makes her want to wiggle them a little more. So she does, all while wearing a completely innocent smile while she does her best to look back at him.]

Well... it is because of the view... but not the view you're thinking of.

[And now, a pout.]

Too bad he probably doesn't come around much when she's here.

No... [His voice deepens as his lips drift a little lower closer to her neck, his voice and breath tickling her ear as he travels.] With how often he's out on missions, it's not often he comes around...

But one day he will, when he wants to unwind and relax... What will he find, hmmm?

[Her own hand snakes up to curl her fingers into his hair, encouraging him to let his lips drift as far as they wish to go, and the rumble and tickle of his voice in her ear sends a violent shiver through her. By some miracle and sheer willpower, Tifa's able to keep her eyes trained forward on the view in front of them—on the one that he wanted to show her—no matter how badly she wants to turn around and snatch his lips.

She playfully hums along instead, the flower twirling between her fingers.]

He might find her here... sitting at the edge looking out. Or picking flowers. Waiting...

[Her lip catches in her teeth.]

Maybe she's wearing something she thinks he'll like. A cute dress, maybe? All dolled up... She really wants him to notice her...

[Hah. He can't help but laugh a little as his lips skim over her neck, hands wandering a bit around her front.]

Isn't she trying a little too hard? Might think she was meeting someone else and leave.

[Letting her head tip a little, her hair tumbles away from her neck for him.]

In that case, sounds like she's not trying hard enough if he's just gonna leave like that.

[Tifa will wiggle again, this time really trying to free herself from his arms... if he'll let her...]

What about it would make him think that?

[And of course, he won't. The moment she tries to wriggle away, his teeth sink into her neck, lightly nipping as if in punishment as his hand tightly grips her hips, pulling her harder to him.]

Just wouldn't be expecting someone to be waiting for him...

[His lips and tongue lightly brush over the bruise, as if nursing it before he continues.]

Why would he think she's there for him?

[Tifa purrs quietly, her attempts to free herself disappearing into the wind as she grows pliant and melts into his arms, grateful that they're as alone as they can be right now. He's toeing a dangerous line again, but who is she to protest?

If anything, she encourages him a little more, fingers tugging gently at his hair. He did promise he would make it up to her, didn't he?]

... This isn't the first time they're meeting, is it? If he's come by the bar, he should know that she's been trying to get to know him.

[A soft giggle tumbles out of her.]

Why do you think she offers him so many drinks? Knows all the things he likes?

An over friendly bribe?

[He continues to run his hands over her waist and sides, first up and then down until he starts playing with the hem of her shirt, lips still lightly kissing her skin as he travels down her neck towards her shoulder.]

[Oops, are they starting to wander into some dangerous territory here...?

Not that she'll ever protest, especially when there's no one around, and she encourages him a little more with her other hand resting lightly over his as it plays with her skirt, nails scraping ever so lightly over the back of it.]

... But does it work?

[Is it really a bribe if it worked? Okay, maybe, but this is all hypothetical.]

Hm... Depends.

[Another light nip and pull of her skin with his teeth.]

What is she offering?

[The draw of his teeth across her skin pulls a sharp, pleased sigh out of her, and she can already feel that temptation to give in, to throw all this away starting to rise... but she's having way too much fun with talking out these what-ifs, and teasing him, too.]

Besides the best seat in the house...?

[Right at the bar, of course, with the cute bartender.

Her nails gently run through the hair at the base of his ears now.]

The finest meal and drink in town... the house special that she made just for him.

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Hm... What's she serving?

[A light smirk as his fingertips slip just a little past the hem of her shirt to brush lightly over her stomach.]

Hopefully not too much dressing...

[She gasps at him, feigning shock that he would be so courageous to do such a thing in a place like this, but the way her back arches for him, stretching her muscles for him, betrays that.]

Dressing...?

[She glances back at him with a single perfectly arched brow, but the moment she realizes what he means by that, she laughs.]

No. It all tastes just fine without it.

[A beat.]

The best steak in town, and a glass of the finest whiskey, of course. ... What else did you think it would be?

Was hoping for something a little more... Sweet... Soft...

[As his lips move back up her neck towards the underside of her chin, so do his hands start to drift, one up beneath her shirt while the other starts undoing her pants.]

Like a little rabbit.

[And another bite, teeth pressing against one of her more sensitive spots as he gathers it into his mouth, as if nibbling and tugging before pressing his tongue against it as he sucks down.]

[Her lips part with another sigh, and she has a protest waiting on her tongue—a warning that maybe they shouldn't spiral too far before it's too late, but the moment he finds that tender spot along her neck, the words die before they can form, and she yields. Her whole body relaxes back against him, arching in such a way that gives him whatever he needs to move them deeper into this spontaneous throe of love. She'd feel some guilt, and some prick of self-consciousness if this weren't a dream, but he can have whatever he wants here, and she wants to help.

Meanwhile, her own hands have slipped downward, one reaching behind her to hook around his belt, the other assisting him with her own...]

That's his favourite, huh...? Think I can make do...

[Her fingers in his belt give a tug, the flush in her cheeks rippling down to her throat and her chest.]

But will that be enough to get his attention now?

Maybe it did.

[The words come out rough before he finally takes her lips with his, no longer able to hold back.

He's fully aware that once again his teasing has sent them precariously close to that edge. He also shouldn't be so surprised given how this seems to happen every single time they have any private moments together and only reaffirms the fact that they have a serious problem. Or rather, maybe he's the one with the problem. He should know better than to be so close with her when it's a given that he tends to lose restraint and control.

But Tifa is like an addiction, one that he can't seem to control himself against and one who also likes to lure and invite him to go further. Perhaps the feeling is mutual and she feels the same towards him.

At the same time... Even though this is a dream, he has shown her one of his most secret places that he can claim as his own. A place that had served as a sanctuary for his darker moments of his youth. A place he would run to when he needed some time alone and to heal his wounded heart and distressed mind. A place only he knows and no one has ever found.

A place he now shares with her.

Perhaps those emotions help fuel this desire to be with her. To once more express his ardent desire and love. To share even more of their intimacy and affection here in this private place.

Of course, a kiss—passionate or not—could suffice. Could just sit and cozy up together for a bit, maybe even under the shade of the tree. Continue teasing each other until he finally takes her back to move on, but...

A darker desire to hear her voice echo off these walls start come to mind. To fill this place with their brilliant red starflowers and make her truly become a part of this place, this memory. And he's riled up enough to act on it, her receptive signals doing nothing to dissuade him.

And so, his hands will become more aggressive, the one under her shirt now groping her chest, the other diving down her pants to roughly grav her and pull her back hard against him.]

[She bends back, enough that she can easily deepen that kiss he sets on her lips, inviting him to take whatever it is he wants and needs from her... because that feeling is indeed a mutual one. There's a light, playful nibble on his bottom lip from her, meant to tease and goad him, as their hands skillfully work to find more of each other, and their bodies working in tandem together to offer more in return. She finds his belt buckle and in a single seamless motion she undoes it, and allows her nails to scrape over the muscles of his abdomen, keening lightly and grinning into the kiss when she feels him react to her touch...

For her, it had all started when she had seen that frown, and that distant look in his eyes. When he'd told her the reasons why he'd found this place, and why he needed it. A seed of desire had begun to form—not just to be with him, but to create a memory here that would help to wash all of the bad ones away. She doesn't mean for him to ever forget them, but to be able to look back at this little grove and be greeted with a happier, kinder memory. A memory filled with overwhelming love, care, and passion. Of course, over time, that seed had begun to grow, and around it a flame of desire that only he could kindle, and from there, it only continued to grow until it became this...

The patches of wildflowers begin to spread and they grow thick around their feet, starflowers mixing in with them to create a soft bed for them to fall back on. And it's there, under the shade of one of the many tall trees, that they reaffirm their feelings for each other again, as if this were the first time they ever have. While it had started urgent and a little rough—and she certainly likes it that way just as much, Tifa ensured that it became gentler, slower. That they took their time with one another, exploring each other in as intimate a way as possible.

She is here with him, in this special, private place of his that no one in the universe knows, and she wants to be sure that she can etch every moment of this into her memory for safekeeping...

Of course, by the end, he does hear her voice echoing off the walls as she lays back against the thick bed, her flushed body and black hair splashed in a disarray against the brilliant, vibrant colours, trying to catch her breath as she gasps his name. Around them, vines of red starflowers creep down from the tree's branches, and the breeze billows warm as she comes down from that precipice in the stars.

And it's there that they lay for some time—she's stopped keeping track when she's with him—curled up in the flowers, the leaves and vines rustling peacefully. Her head rests on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It's quiet for a while, but she breaks that silence with a content sigh.]

... Eustace?

[A pause.]

Thank you for showing me this place.

[He has no real recollection how he got them down to the ground, just that they did in their usual, almost desperate ways of wanting each other. Their clothes are completely scattered around them, some of the fabric wavering and rippling in the warm breeze that passes over them. A haphazard mess, the only other reminder of the unbridled passion that eventually led to the serenity they now share.

With his arm beneath her, his fingertips stroke her arm lazily as his eyes remain closed, Eustace just imprints all of this into his memory. He wonders if he concentrates hard enough if some remnant of this would transfer to his world... But unlikely. Then again, maybe he doesn't want it to. Is it strange to feel selfish against his own self?

At her voice he glances down at her, a soft smile on his lips as he shifts so that his other arm more fully wraps around her.]

I should be thanking you... Without you I never would have shown it to anyone.

[She wishes that they could just stay like this forever in this beautiful world of his, laying in the flowers, looking up at the bright blue sky through the trees, smelling the fresh, clean air... If she could have it her way, they would never leave this place—never leave this bed of wildflowers, and his arms that wrap around her...

But she knows that they'll have to eventually, so she works to memorize every piece of this now before they do.

His smile and his words tickle her heart, making it flutter as much as the flowers do around them in that moment, and her hand slides up his chest to rest against his cheek, her own still flushed with colour both from their high and the sentiment.]

... I don't want you to ever be afraid to show me anything. Or ashamed to. [She drops her gaze from his.] I know this might not have been easy, but I'm... really happy that I'm here with you.

[His eyes close briefly at her touch, and he leans in to lightly kiss her on the lips, lingering for a moment before he pulls away to answer.]

Me, too.

[Another soft kiss.]

I didn't really think too much about it, really... Until I started leading you here and realized I was showing you a place that no one else will ever know. I wanted to bring you here... To make you become a part of it.

[Become more a part of himself.

His hand reaches up to brush away her hair against her eyes, tucking the long strands behind her ear before he lifts his face slightly to brush his lips against her nose and up to her forehead.]

And I want you to feel that you can do the same with me whenever you're ready for it.

[Share her own special, secret places. But he also wouldn't mind if she didn't want to.]

[Between his words and the light kisses, Tifa's whole face crinkles with a smile because this is all that she wants. To be part of his world in every way that she can be... and this is one of the few instances and ways that she's able to.]

I guess that means it's my turn next, huh?

[A pause, and she mulls it over in her head before she comes to a... somewhat sad realization.]

I don't really have anywhere like this. A place that was my own.

[Even Seventh Heaven was still busy, even when they were closed, and her apartment was... well, not really much more than a place to sleep.

That said...]

... But there's something I've been wanting to show you for a while.

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