songerein | fifteenth shot ⊗ closed log

[It had been a long night, but not necessarily all bad. A night that started out great but had quickly begun to go downhill when the two brooches that Tifa had pulled from the bowl were fate's way of laughing in her face. Things had been too calm, too peaceful, too good for her for too long, it seems, so it only seemed fit for the universe to shake things up for her and Eustace, didn't it? Eustace had done wonders to ease the tension that had found its way into her shoulders and calmed her nerves—as he so easily tends to do—after she had found both Cloud and Zack, but there was still something pricking in the back of her mind.

Something misplaced. Something she only just barely notices as they leave the castle together with Lyria before the clock can strike midnight. She's felt it since the moment she spotted Eustace dancing with a woman—or rather, with Cloud as she later discovered, but at the time, she had no idea who she was. It isn't like Tifa to feel something so visceral, something so vividly hot like jealousy. Sure, it can make her uncomfortable and awkward at times when she catches someone latching onto her husband, but this time, it had been like a violent tide in her chest. It was unlike anything that she's ever felt... and all it had been was a dance.

And it still is. It's like someone's set the smallest kindling of a fire alight inside her, or like someone is holding a hot iron rod near the back of her neck, waiting to press it to her skin. It's a distant feeling, but an unfamiliar and uncomfortable one that keeps her quiet for most of the journey back to Reverein. She hoped that the feeling would subside, especially after Eustace had been so supportive of her, but it's still there, lingering in the furthest reaches of her mind, but not so far that she can completely disregard it. It hadn't been so bad before, but the closer they get to their home, the stronger it starts to become.

It could just be that she's tired... It could be that she just needs to sleep it off and she'll be fine in the morning. She has been on her feet for a lot of the night, and after seeing Cloud and Zack, both for the first time in what feels like forever and having to break the news to him about her marriage, maybe she just needs to loosen up a little.

Yeah, that must be it.

She's overthinking it, like she overthinks everything.

Yet, after they say their goodnights to Lyria and head upstairs to their room where it's a little cooler, Tifa's already starting to feel oddly warm. Her face flushed, she slips off her shoes with a sigh as she leans against the doorway of their room in the silence while she tries to shake off the feeling.

Though, Eustace may already have noticed that she's avoided eye contact with him since they arrived home.]

... Did you have fun tonight?

Edited 2023-02-20 19:12 (UTC)

[The whole ride back was...not necessarily tense, but there was definitely an air of discomfort. Although they did most of the conversation back at the castle, those feelings and thoughts still lingered. At least Cloud's appearance came at a..."better" time for them where he no longer feels uncertainty. It's unfortunate—once again, although they didn't know each other at the time, it seems he could get along with the younger fellow well. And he could never ignore or discount Tifa's own personal past. But his old thinking of possibly letting Tifa be with Cloud no longer exists, and he hopes he was able to reassure Tifa back then.

However...he still notices how she's been distancing herself a bit from him. It's understandable—she likely has a lot on her mind and he wants to give her all the space she needs while also keeping close in case she needs him. That doesn't mean he can't worry a little bit, but...well, there's no good in pushing or pressing things right now. Not yet, anyway. As a little uncomfortable as it is, he can understand, so he just remains by her side the whole time even after they return to their room.

He's in the process of loosening his tie and undoing his cloak when he hears her question, glancing at her.]

...Mm. It wasn't too bad.

[.....Okay, what happened in the end aside, it is a very typical Eustace answer. And it's honestly about the best he'll say about any social party—the world would probably break apart if he ever said a loud, social party was "very fun." There were certainly highlights, but overall he's just glad to be in the quiet of their home, Cloud or not.]

You?

[His solid, sturdy presence is reassuring all on its own. Even without words, Tifa knows that she can trust him. She knows that if she needed the time or the space to work things out in her head, and to work through the shock of it all, that he will give it, all while remaining there when she needed him. What's surprising, however, even for her, is that she doesn't find that she does want that space. Doesn't want the time.

She doesn't want to think about it at all.

Tifa has spent the better part of the late night doing nothing but, and she should feel herself wearing down underneath it all. That anxiety and pressure of feeling like her entire world just turned upside-down onto its head should be weighing on her shoulders as it tends to do, but... instead, she doesn't feel any of it.

Which is both a relief, and also terrifying. And incredibly confusing.

She finally looks at him for the first time since they've arrived home, though the meeting of their eyes is brief.]

It had its highlights.

[There's a light, crooked smile there as she remembers their dance that started it all off. And even their time in the fountain was nice, too... despite what had happened. She wasn't going to let her night be completely ruined.

Still, she feels like she owes him more than what she's giving him right now, and to continue where they'd left off before the quiet carriage ride back. So, with quiet footsteps, Tifa pads across the room to him, her dress dragging along the floor, the stars still glittering with every sway of her hips, and when she reaches him, she's gentle as she helps to undo his tie. In that moment, the scent of his soap fills her head, and she closes her eyes to breathe it in.]

Dancing with my prince, especially.

[Hearing her approach, Eustace finishes hanging the cloak and waits until she's in front of him, her hands going to his tie. He doesn't wear them often, only when he somehow finds himself in this kind of formal affairs. But every single time since they've been together, she would always approach to help. He doesn't need it, really, but he lets her, anyway. He finds it cute. Endearing. More little things that remind him how much of his life is shared with her. And while he can see her trying to put things behind her... He can sense and see her complicated thoughts still plaguing her.

Normally he'd coax her to talk it out more, but they already had their discussion back at the castle. There is most certainly more that could be said, but... Maybe there also doesn't. Not right this instant, anyway. He doesn't really want to talk about, either anyway.

What he wants is for the most precious person in his life to be rid of these feelings, if only for a moment.

So he remains silent, his eyes watching her, until the tie is completely loosened. And that's when a hand covers hers, the other reaching up to first gently cup her face before he's leaning in to close the distance and gently kiss her. It's a soft kiss, different from the more passionate ones they've already shared that night. Reassuring.

Reminding her of where she is and who she is with...and how much he will always love and want her.]

[It's exactly the sort of kiss that she needed, and as soon as she feels the press of his soft lips over hers, Tifa instantly melts. All of the tension in her body leaves her as she falls into him, using him to support her as she lets it all fade away, like ice being thawed out under fire. He knows just the right things to do and say, just the right way to kiss her, and a soft, grateful noise leaves her as she circles her arms around his shoulders.

She knows. She knows who she's with, and how much he loves her and wants her, but... does he know that she feels the same? With Cloud here now, does he know that regardless of the storm of emotions that rages inside her now, Tifa still knows exactly what she wants? Who she wants? So much so that she felt the sharp pang of jealousy in her heart when she thought that he had chosen another woman to dance with?

She'd like to think that if there was anyone who needed to know that message tonight, it would be him... but there's something small lingering in the back of her mind that makes her want it. A thought that she doesn't want to humour, because it would mean breathing more life into those terrible, complicated feelings she felt earlier.

And yet...]

You...

[The one thing that fills her head, and she realizes how much she needs it, too. Just free her mind from it.

It's all she can murmur against his lips before her hands slide down from his shoulders to slowly undo the front of his vest first, and then his shirt, button by painstaking button until it falls open, and she can scrape her nails lovingly over his skin...]

[He captures her lips again, the move a little more forceful than before as he feels her blatant need and desire. After hastily removing his gloves, his own hands match hers, sliding down and around her exposed shoulders, suggestively down her side and near her front to push down the fabric of her dress, thumbs brushing and pressing against her soft curves before snaking around back to first undo the clasp. The sound of the small zipper that follows is soft yet so striking in the closed space of their room. Already the rustling of vines, leaves, and flowers can be heard in the background as they cover the windows and walls, curling around the door to seal it shut. What he doesn't notice, however, is there is a darker tint to a few of them...

No, he's too focused on his lovely wife who clearly needs him—and he's more than happy and willing to oblige.

The moment he feels his shirt and vest loosen, he immediately shrugs them off before he's pulling down the rest of her dress, mouth leaving hers only to go to her neck and down to her shoulders...and then descend further down.]

[The sound of the zipper has her breath catching, the sound a hint of things to come, and so soon. The dress tumbles away easily, the light fabric fluttering to the ground like a flower might as it crumples at her feet, leaving her standing before him in her lacey undergarments, dark blue to match the dress. The moment his lips find her neck, she lets her head roll back with a blissful sigh, the feeling so, so welcome after everything.

It helps to chase away those thoughts, those feelings that sunk deep into her heart and muscles, and he'll feel her relax as his kisses descend lower.

Her fingers comb through and gently grab at his hair when he reaches her collarbone, and she slowly guides him back up to meet her desperate lips again for what may be a brief kiss, but it's no less needy and passionate than the last.]

Eustace, I need...

[You. She needs him. In more ways than she could ever convey with words or actions. Physically. Emotionally. Right down to the deepest reaches of her soul... Tonight, of all the nights.

But first... She pulls back so that she can meet his gaze, her own already darkened with her own fiery desires to match the darker red starflowers that have begun to bloom.]

I need you to know... I'm yours forever.

[No matter who is here or who isn't. She needs to be sure that he remembers this.]

[He stares down at her, that flame fully ignited. By now the lights have dimmed, and with hand on her hip the other gently cups her cheek.]

I know.

[Although a little heated, his voice is firm, unwavering, and his eyes reflect the same.]

I am yours...and you are mine.

[It wasn't so long that he reiterated those words to her, and he will say them over and over again.]

And even if there was ever a question...

[There's a slight flicker in his eyes before he suddenly scoops her up into his arms and slowly starts carrying her to the bed, the lights dimming further with each step.]

I would remind you of every single vow we've made...from that night one year ago...

[He drops her on the bed and immediately looms over her.]

To our wedding day. I am your husband, and you are my wife. Nothing and no one will come between us.

[His words are like air stoking a flame—her flame—making it grow brighter and hotter for him. She's heard them a thousand times, she's felt the depth of them so much, but hearing them again here makes her blood run hot. When he scoops her up and lays her on the bed, she can't take her eyes from his, the blues capturing her like a cerulean pool that she could drown in. Her hair fans out, her chest rises and falls as she tries to keep up with her heart, and as he utters those last words, a low noise of approval tumbles out of her, and the moon still dangling around her neck shimmers, like it's just captured that feeling inside.

Nothing. No one will ever come between them. No matter how many forces this world tries to put between them, there is nothing that could ever tear them apart.

It's the exact thing that Tifa needed to hear. She needed to be certain, without any doubt, that Eustace knew where she stood with him. And as he looms over her, trapping her flushed body beneath his, as she gazes up and sees the conviction and the promise in his gaze, she knows.

But... that knowledge is also the very thing that creates the fear that lingers. Except she doesn't want to think about that tonight...

Tifa's arms circle around his neck so that she can tangle her fingers in his hair.]

No one.

[She pulls him down for a soft kiss, but it's followed by an assertive little nip across his bottom lip.]

Remind me, then. Those vows...

Edited 2023-02-21 15:00 (UTC)

[He's more than willing to oblige, more than ready to take the plunge back into their intimate throes. And he easily could, too. However...

...However, he wants to once again show and prove to her how much he loves and treasures her. Not just their physical intimacy, but the entirety of her person. And if he's going to go all the way back from the beginning... From that fateful night a year ago...

He stares down at her first, dark blue eyes sinking into those darkening reds, and his hands slowly moving with one sliding down her side to her hip as the other goes up to her chest. As fingertips slide over and press against the soft curves, his lips lower to lightly brush against hers as his voice is soft and low.]

...You know I want you.

It's not a secret I try to hide.

[A light smirk as he watches how she reacts.]

[It isn't what she's expecting, but it's a welcome surprise, and he'll feel her smile and exhale with a laugh as his lips graze over hers. For all the tension tonight had wrought, for all the chaos and turmoil it caused inside of Tifa, there were those pockets of joy in between, all of them with him, as they reminisced and revisited the night they spent together one year ago. How, even if the night had ended on a strange note, this was still the happy ending that their story should have had in that dreamscape.

When he utters those words, her chest rises with a breath, that strong surge of emotions coming over her. That song bears so much meaning—more than, she's sure, anyone else could ever comprehend. It carried their intentions, said them in a way that they were both too afraid to say out loud. It confirmed everything that they felt for one another when they had been scared to take that step into admitting that it was true.

That they were falling in love. Again.

And now here they are, in their bed, under the starflowers that shimmer across the ceiling like stars. With him filling her view, however, she doesn't notice the darker ones that gleam among them. She doesn't think much of the way they glow a deep, deep red, deeper than the rubies in her eyes.

She can feel the beginnings of tears starting to burn, but they aren't sad or angry tears. They are tears of joy and relief that even when she doubts herself, that they can still end up right here where they belong.]

You think it's easy...

[She sings along with him, not continuing his part of the song, but starting with what she had sung. Although her voice is barely a whisper, it crackles a bit under those feelings.]

You think I don't wanna run to you...

[He can see how his words, his call back to their song has once again deeply affected her...and really, it still affects him, too. A song so perfect for them, that had encapsulated everything about their wavering feelings...of the challenges they face. Truly, they could be considered as star-crossed lovers, a fate indeterminate and indiscernible.

And yet—]

What if we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine...

[His lips lightly brush against the corners of her eyes where those tears threaten to form, his voice so soft and light as he continues to quietly sing to her.]

Nothing could keep us apart...
You'll be the one I was meant to find.

[—no matter what "fate" might have, Eustace is prepared to do whatever it takes to make their future theirs. To rewrite the rules of this world if necessary. Maybe he'll fail...but he'd rather give it his all and have that chance than to sit back and let it all slip through his fingers without trying.

And he knows she'll be with him every step of the way, sharing in those same wants and feelings.]

[He's so sweet. So sweet and so caring as he kisses her tears away that she can't stand it. What in the world did she do to deserve someone like this? This lonely girl who was just trying her best to live and survive... how did she end up with a man like him?

Even when she's overridden with the guilt of seeing Cloud's face when she broke the news, even when she realizes how much she's missed her friend, even when she thinks of home... he's still by her side, waiting for her. Cherishing her... And in the end, everything she does, says, and thinks all come back around to him.

Her mind is spinning again, but as he continues to sing for her, her thoughts slow. The tumbling she felt just now stops as Eustace presses pause on the world just for her, and she feels her chest fill with a sob...]

It's up to you, and it's up to me...

[Her voice is breaking slowly, and her arms wrapped around him tighten, nails digging gently into the skin on his back as she tries to hold herself together.]

No one could say what we get to be...

[... but she can't. It's too much. Everything has been too much tonight, and it all comes spilling out of her now, as she tries to finish the song in between quiet sniffles.]

So why don't we rewrite... the stars...

[Seeing her break down creates a flux of emotions as he feels his chest tighten both from her struggling sobs and just the outpouring of love he has for her. Yet he remains exactly what she needs him to be—strong, steadfast, supportive. Right here for her.]

And maybe the world could be ours...

[His voice is soft, soothing as he gently palms her cheek, fingertips brushing over those wet trails...]

Tonight.

[...before he's whispering against her lips before bringing her back into a deep, longing kiss.

There's so much more he could say to her. So much more he could bring back from all the times he's professed his love and devotion to her. From the moment he first called her his beloved, to the umpteenth time he asked for her to be with him for life. He honestly would never consider himself a romantic, but with her, it's as if the words of his heart refused to be contained...and he was more than willing to express and share it all with her.

But now...now he knows she might not be able to handle much more, so he'll just save them to whisper to her later. There's plenty of the night left, after all.]

[There really is so much that they could say to one another, but somehow, the words of that song—their song—encapsulates it all so perfectly. He doesn't need to say them out loud for her to know what it is he feels, and she can feel it all in her own heart, too, as he presses his lips to hers, as if his soul is melting into hers, every feeling, every emotion becoming her own as well. They remain that way for some time, simply savouring one another's taste as fully and deeply as their bodies will allow...

Her tears stream over her cheeks, her joy so overbearing that she's afraid she might be crushed beneath it, like a violent riptide that's sweeping in to carry her away into the deep oceans of his blue eyes where she'll be lost forever. And that's okay. If she were to be lost anywhere, it would be with him. It would be in her love for him...

And not all the other things that try to push to the forefront of her consciousness again.

Tifa focuses on his voice as that swell of emotions mounts, and she tries to quiet her sobs. She doesn't want him to think that she's upset with him, or sad that any of this happened, but there's so much that her body doesn't know how to contain it. Her love for him, yes, and the happiness she feels when she's with him, but beneath that, there are other things lurking.

Guilt, sadness, and confusion.

Her arms loosen a touch around his back, and she realizes how much she wants to look at him, so she parts from the kiss, and is immediately captivated by the way the moonlight filters over him, making him look ethereal in every way. And for a while, Tifa just gazes at him in silence, her fingers reaching to brush back away from his face, only for it to tumble forward again. Her eyes scan his lips, his jaw, over his neck, his shoulders that cage her on either side, and then back up.

There's the briefest flicker of something else in the moment her gaze reaches his again, though. It's like a single hot flame burning in her chest again, branding her with another feeling that she can't quite place.

Something that compels her to do something she's always been too shy to do before...

Slowly, gently, Tifa grabs him by his shoulders and guides him off her without a word, hoping that he will yield to her signal rather than question it.]

Edited 2023-02-22 15:54 (UTC)

[While a part of him does wonder if some of her emotions come from that deep rooted grief they had to bear in the past, he does recognize that most of it is from her being moved to a sweeter, happier joy. So he just continues to gently and lovingly caress and move with her, each touch and kiss filled with the utmost tenderness. The few words of love that escape him are so soft and quiet, yet still perfectly loud enough for her to catch. A few times he breaks the kiss to capture her tears, the taste just as sweet as the rest of her.

When she pulls away so that she can look at him, he just remains still, eyes closing briefly at her touch when she brushes away his bangs. Even as they fall back to cover his right eye, he can see her clearly, as if the hairs were never there. Just as she's looking over him, he's looking over her. It doesn't matter if the lights are so dim that only the soft glow of their flowers and moonlight are now around them. He's already captured every inch, every line, every dip and curve that he could perfectly envision her with his eyes closed. So now with the way the soft lights and shadows hit her, she just looks even more beautiful, more captivating. Like a moth to a flame, he is instantly drawn to her and wants to return.

Yet instead he feels her pushing against his shoulders. At first he's confused, but then he slowly backs off so that he's sitting back, looking at her with an arched brow. Usually if this happens she has something on her mind...]

[There is something on her mind. There's plenty. Too much, even. It comes and goes, like waves penetrating the walls that she tries to put up to protect herself from them. She fights it, and they return, stirring the chaos within, every part of her at war with one another. She wants it to stop... Wants to think of nothing but him, and them together. Of the love that fills the room with the sweet perfume of starflowers, mixing dangerously with his soap to create an intoxicating mix.

While her movements are slow and shy, they are deliberate, and send a message to him without having to use words. Tifa follows, and she presses a warm palm firmly to his chest when they both sit up. She crawls into his lap and gives him a nudge, signaling for him to lie on his back, and as she does, those red starflowers that cling to the vines across the ceiling shimmer in the dark shadows of the room.]

Lie back.

[Tifa's voice is quiet and quivering with nervousness, but... tonight, she wants to do this. She wants to do this not just for her, but for him, too. For them... Of all the nights for her body to choose, it should be this one so that she can reaffirm to him all of the promises she's made in a way she's never done so before. To make him remember the things she had said to him a year ago after that night in the dream...

That she was—is happy right where she is, with him.]

[He continues to watch her, eyes studying her. He can see she's a little shy like usual, but also determined to prove something... Her love most likely. It's not something she needs to, but...he can't really say anything since he's always the same. Perhaps this is the same—both a need and a want, a desire to reaffirm everything.

And really, who is he to refuse? He's always curious and eager to see what she tries.

So he'll do as bid, lying down on his back and left to stare up at her. From his position he can see those dark red starflowers framing her... Perhaps he should be more concerned by the shade, but he just finds it all fitting and lovely instead. Again, he can't talk. Knowing his own emotions he's certain there are questionable shades of his own lingering here and there.]

[It is to prove her love, yes, but not just that.

It's meant to reassure both of them of where she stands. That this world could throw a thousand different things their way, big or small—and this one is certainly on the bigger side of things—and nothing will change how she feels about him. She may not have to prove it to him, but she wants to. She wants to so badly that her body feels like it's moving on its own, and though she remains tentative in her touches, there's something a touch bolder underneath them, too.

Once he's on his back, she climbs up until she's seated over him, thighs squeezing his to lock him in place, and she stares down at him for just a moment, her hands coming down to press over his chest and his abdomen, nails gently scraping over the plane of muscles that are bared under his loose shirt, and as her fingers come close to his belt, she lets out a small purr of approval.]

...I want...

[She begins, her words coming slowly and quietly out of her. He's always encouraged her to voice her wants and desires, all the things she wishes from him, but he doesn't need to coax it out of her this time.

As Tifa lets her head roll back for a moment as a wave of bliss comes over her, she closes her eyes against it, and sees something else.

A purple silk dress standing near him. A dragon's tail swaying... Small gaggles of girls whispering as they watch...]

I want you to look at me...

[The words are a bit of a plea, but it's loving and soft. Wishful. Maybe a touch insecure as her arms wrap around herself like she means to hide away from him instead.]

[Briefly his eyes close at her touch, muscles stiffening as his breathing deepens. He's not necessarily sensitive, but with her it's almost ticklish—stimulating. Making him want and anticipate more.

But her words surprise him and his eyes snap open as he turns to once more look up at her. The way she covers herself makes him want to immediately reach out and pull her to him. He can also hear the mix of emotions in her voice, alluring yet pleading at the same time. He doesn't fully know, so he can only guess.]

...Like this?

[With a bit of restraint, he reaches up to gently take her arms and pull them down to once more reveal herself. Dim as they may be, the glow of the flowers pulse in such a way that illuminate every soft curve, peak, and valley. But his eyes are taking her in her entirety before they focus on her eyes. Desire and want along with the sole image of her are heavily reflected in his own.

...Truly she's the only one that's ever in his line of sight. He could be talking with someone else, but the moment she comes into his periphery, his gaze will change to find her. If only she knew how much he always watched her, always wanting to catch every little move and smile she makes.]

[She does resist at first when he pulls her arms away from her, but she quickly resigns, and her arms fall to her sides to show off the dark blue lace that hugs her curves. Her chest rises and falls gently but quickly, her heart racing with both nervousness and the thrill of seeing him beneath her as she lets her eyes rove over his body again, drinking him in, memorizing every sculpted muscle that the starflowers help to accentuate and highlight.

Biting down on her red lips, she offers him a bashful, pouty smile.]

... Yeah.

[Even on the days when she feels tired, messy, and overworked, even on the days when she doesn't think she's pretty enough for him, he still finds a way to make her feel beautiful. It doesn't matter what she's wearing or what she looks like, when he looks at her the way that he is right now, she feels like a queen. A goddess in his eyes... The same way he is both a king and a god in hers.

Slowly, Tifa leans forward, her hands bracing and pressing down on his chest, to press a kiss to his lips. It's soft and tender, but so fleeting that it leaves even her wanting more... But she doesn't take it just yet...

And in the back of her mind, a wicked image flashes through it.

She sits up before he can do much else and slowly, her hands reach back for the clasp of her bra, but she never once takes her round, red eyes off of him as she skillfully unhooks it in one swift motion... but keeps it there, looped over her shoulders. She's feeling self-conscious, so she needs to take things a little slower...

She needs to tease him just a little bit.]

Just me, okay...? No one else.

[And that is a promise that she will do the same.]

[If she wants to tease him, she's doing a fine job of it. His eyes track her every movement, and it's only because it's clear she wants to take the lead that he doesn't just pull her down and yank it all off—even if he has a very strong desire to. Instead he moves his hands to her legs, running up her thighs to her hips, fingertips slipping beneath the lace there to encourage her further.]

As if there could be anyone else...

[There's a slight gleam in his eyes as he gives a rough jerk of her hips against him, making it clear how she's the only one who could make him feel this way or arouse him at all. Everyone else is just dust.]

But the same goes for you. Only me.

[No on else.]

[Her gasp echoes in the room, the roll of her hips sending her forward again, bracing herself with her hands on either side of his head as that electricity jolts through her. She already has such little restraint when it comes to him; that careful, controlled woman she tries so hard to be always coming undone at the tiniest touch or whisper from him, and tonight is no different. If anything, her control is more tattered and frayed than it could be...

From where she is, hair draped over them both to shroud them in darkness, Tifa presses a finger firmly to his lips to hush him before she's leaning back again, and she pulls the lace away, trying to remember not to hide behind herself again. With herself in full view of him, she feels so, so vulnerable, but seeing the look in his eyes...]

I was only looking at you tonight...

[Her finger trails over his jaw, his chest, into a line all the way down his stomach, and she watches with awe as every one of his muscles reacts to her.]

And I saw you dancing with others.

[There's a light teasing to her voice, but she pauses and meets his gaze, her eyes round and shimmering, before she leans in to nip gently at his lip.]

[His eyes first remain on hers as she falls forward, a light smirk forming as he knows how doesn't take much to make her fall. However, he knows he shouldn't, tempting as it is, and the finger to his lips remind him he needs to let her continue.

Even if he has to resist taking in that finger into his mouth to tease her further.

Then his eyes follow her movements, watching and reveling in how the lace falls to fully reveal her. Once more the light glow of the flowers fully accentuates every curve, illuminating her gorgeous figure. He knows she's self-conscious about her look, especially towards the scars that lay bare at the center of chest. Yet for Eustace every single part of her is precious and beautiful, so while his eyes are darkened with lust, his gaze is still one of admiration. Reverent. He truly meant what he said that no one else could make him look or feel the way she makes him.

A low hum rumbles from his throat at her words, eyes flitting down when she leans over to nip at his lip.]

So did you.

[The hands that had remained at her hips slowly move, thumbs pressing and sliding against her inner thigh as they move inward.]

[Her legs tremble around him under his touch, the ends of that restraint she so desperately clings to still fraying. He knows what he's doing to her, and the instinctive roll of her hips tells him as much—that although she wants to wrap him around her finger and hold all the control, he has her instead, as he always does.

Tifa sighs quietly against his lips, brushing them over his softly as she encourages his thumb to travel further, to explore the places she needs him to be.]

So you were watching me...

[Somehow, that exhilarates her further. Knowing that he had his eyes on her, even when she had no idea... Normally, she wouldn't have minded either way, but something about hearing that—knowing that now makes the fire inside of her burn, that tight, hot coil in her core twisting around itself. Her movements become a little less controlled and a touch more desperate, her breath shaky as she resists the temptation to kiss him and instead, she lifts herself back up and lets her head roll back.

Her hands slide up her own body, over the curves of her gently rocking hips to graze over her scars, knowing that his eyes will follow wherever they lead. That's the whole point, isn't it?

She can feel her face growing warm again as sinful words rest on the tip of her tongue. It takes her a moment to get them out, but when she does, it's with a tiny voice, and they surprise even her.]

... Tell me what you were thinking ...

a bleeding heart, day zero. (warning for some suggestive/spicier stuff ahead...)

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