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flamekthunder) wrote2025-04-07 09:12 pm
flamekthunder) wrote2025-04-07 09:12 pm
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[If this is trying to dissuade him—it is not.]
Hmm...
[And of course he's not going to make it easy for her.]
You'll need to remind me again.
[And somehow do it while his lips leave hot trailing kisses, teeth nibbling her skin as he descends down her neck, that hand that had been fiddling with her bra now snapping it open as he grinds forward against her.]
Hmm...
[And of course he's not going to make it easy for her.]
You'll need to remind me again.
[And somehow do it while his lips leave hot trailing kisses, teeth nibbling her skin as he descends down her neck, that hand that had been fiddling with her bra now snapping it open as he grinds forward against her.]
[Who said anything about trying to dissuade him?
If anyone needs to be snapped out of it, it's Tifa as he trails kisses along her neck and frees her breasts beneath her shirt, or when he presses his hips more firmly against hers. There isn't much she can say at first besides the purr it all elicits from her, or the shy giggle that follows. She recalls that night in the dreamscape when she had shown him Seventh Heaven and made him a drink, and how they teased at the possibility of this... And then how she went and found herself a book that would help flesh out the fantasy a little more.
But she never thought it would happen so soon. Maybe she should have known better than to expect otherwise. Maybe she should have expected this today... and maybe she should have worn something a little nicer underneath her shirt for him.
Except this sudden spontaneity is part of the fun, isn't it? It's thrilling, and she can already feel the adrenaline pumping through her alongside the sparks of electric energy he presses into her skin with each kiss and mark he leaves behind.]
You don't remember...?
[It's proving incredibly difficult to string together or even comprehend the words that she wants to say, especially when he steals her breath away like this, but she tries to mask the tremble in her voice.]
Ten minutes before opening time... people waiting right outside... she tries to stay quiet, not to knock anything over on the counter or spill, but... [She's interrupted by a low, blissful sigh.] He doesn't let up or stop.
If anyone needs to be snapped out of it, it's Tifa as he trails kisses along her neck and frees her breasts beneath her shirt, or when he presses his hips more firmly against hers. There isn't much she can say at first besides the purr it all elicits from her, or the shy giggle that follows. She recalls that night in the dreamscape when she had shown him Seventh Heaven and made him a drink, and how they teased at the possibility of this... And then how she went and found herself a book that would help flesh out the fantasy a little more.
But she never thought it would happen so soon. Maybe she should have known better than to expect otherwise. Maybe she should have expected this today... and maybe she should have worn something a little nicer underneath her shirt for him.
Except this sudden spontaneity is part of the fun, isn't it? It's thrilling, and she can already feel the adrenaline pumping through her alongside the sparks of electric energy he presses into her skin with each kiss and mark he leaves behind.]
You don't remember...?
[It's proving incredibly difficult to string together or even comprehend the words that she wants to say, especially when he steals her breath away like this, but she tries to mask the tremble in her voice.]
Ten minutes before opening time... people waiting right outside... she tries to stay quiet, not to knock anything over on the counter or spill, but... [She's interrupted by a low, blissful sigh.] He doesn't let up or stop.
[He smirks as he recalls those words clearly. Of course he remembers—he hardly ever forgets anything she tells him. But he continues to feign ignorance, his hands freely roving over her back, hest, teasing her as he pulls her shirt down further from the inside to give his mouth more access to her skin.]
And?
[His question breathes over cleavage before his hands suddenly move down to her hips, deftly undoing the button of her pants before firmly grabbing her and lifting her up to sit on the counter. He looks up at her, his eyes reflecting the dark, heated, mischievous desires that don't bother to stay hidden.]
What did he do?
[It is very clear he is more than willing to live out that the fantasy they once played out in her dream, to let her have whatever she desires.
Should they???
Well he isn't really thinking about that.
This is their place now—her place. Whatever she wants, he'll give it to her. And let's face it, this is not going to be the first or last time—]
And?
[His question breathes over cleavage before his hands suddenly move down to her hips, deftly undoing the button of her pants before firmly grabbing her and lifting her up to sit on the counter. He looks up at her, his eyes reflecting the dark, heated, mischievous desires that don't bother to stay hidden.]
What did he do?
[It is very clear he is more than willing to live out that the fantasy they once played out in her dream, to let her have whatever she desires.
Should they???
Well he isn't really thinking about that.
This is their place now—her place. Whatever she wants, he'll give it to her. And let's face it, this is not going to be the first or last time—]
[Her lips part with a silent gasp when he lifts her and sets her down on the counter, and she's quick to hook her legs around his waist again to pull him to her. She uses his closeness to hide her face in the crook of his neck, the heat already rising up into it when he asks her to repeat what happened in the book... It's not as though it's anything as wicked as some of her other books, but a lot of it was certainly... interesting.
Something she would imagine herself in thoughts of with him...]
He did this... [Exactly what Eustace had just done—lifted his barmaid up on the counter so that she was brought to eye level with him.] And...
[Her own fingers work to lift his shirt further up, giving her easier access to the muscles stretching across his stomach, but although her hands are confident, her voice grows smaller and quieter the longer she goes on.]
Pinned her to the bar to... to have his way with her...?
[And they had spilled things, shattered glasses, all in the ten minutes that they had with each other... And even after all of that, left one another hungry for more. Left her silently begging him for the rest of the day as they worked together behind the bar as they exchanged glances, and snuck touches beneath the bar where no one could see...
Is it so bad to simply indulge in these sorts of thoughts?]
Something she would imagine herself in thoughts of with him...]
He did this... [Exactly what Eustace had just done—lifted his barmaid up on the counter so that she was brought to eye level with him.] And...
[Her own fingers work to lift his shirt further up, giving her easier access to the muscles stretching across his stomach, but although her hands are confident, her voice grows smaller and quieter the longer she goes on.]
Pinned her to the bar to... to have his way with her...?
[And they had spilled things, shattered glasses, all in the ten minutes that they had with each other... And even after all of that, left one another hungry for more. Left her silently begging him for the rest of the day as they worked together behind the bar as they exchanged glances, and snuck touches beneath the bar where no one could see...
Is it so bad to simply indulge in these sorts of thoughts?]
[There's a flash of amusement at her being "vague" and he debates on whether to try and pry out specifics. It's not as if he doesn't know—it's just that sadistic side of him that likes to see her so flustered and embarrassed, so shy in voicing her wants. Truly like a cute, little rabbit caught in the hungry snares of a wolf.]
Then...we'll need to get rid of this.
[He could have pulled down her pants before setting her up on the counter, but that had actually been his last effort of restraint. And now his hands tug down on the hem, exposing more of her hips as his fingers slip through the band of her underwear to tug it down.
This is really their—her last chance. The moment she lifts her hips to allow him to pull them down is the moment everything unravels and Tifa will get to live through one of her indulgent fantasies. And if that's what she truly wants in this moment, appropriateness be damned, he'll give it to her. It's just the two of them, and already their flowers are creeping up the walls and blanketing the windows like curtains, the once bright light that poured into the building now dimming. Vines are even wrapping around the door handle as if locking it, preventing anyone from stumbling in...and out.]
Then...we'll need to get rid of this.
[He could have pulled down her pants before setting her up on the counter, but that had actually been his last effort of restraint. And now his hands tug down on the hem, exposing more of her hips as his fingers slip through the band of her underwear to tug it down.
This is really their—her last chance. The moment she lifts her hips to allow him to pull them down is the moment everything unravels and Tifa will get to live through one of her indulgent fantasies. And if that's what she truly wants in this moment, appropriateness be damned, he'll give it to her. It's just the two of them, and already their flowers are creeping up the walls and blanketing the windows like curtains, the once bright light that poured into the building now dimming. Vines are even wrapping around the door handle as if locking it, preventing anyone from stumbling in...and out.]
[Well. If this is the natural course of things, then how silly would she be to say no? How could she say no, with how he teases her like this? He knows all the right buttons to push, and he pushes them with such confidence that it's difficult for her to hold onto the already tattered edges of her restraint—especially when it comes to him. Tifa likes to think herself a controlled, mature, put-together, modest woman, but the moment she finds herself alone with him, Eustace finds a way to awaken the more wicked, sinful side of her that wants nothing else than to have his body on hers.
And right now, they are alone, and he is finding a way, and Tifa can no longer hold on. She wants to indulge. She wants him.
She lays back against the counter so that she may lift her hips for him, giving him the space he needs to tug her pants and underwear free. And as the flowers and their vines creep upward over the windows, they leave just the right amount of space to bathe her in sunlight, highlighting her pale skin and her curves and how her shirt clings to them when she lifts her hands up over her head. Her lashes flutter, and she puts on a coy smile as she looks down at him.]
... Like this?
And right now, they are alone, and he is finding a way, and Tifa can no longer hold on. She wants to indulge. She wants him.
She lays back against the counter so that she may lift her hips for him, giving him the space he needs to tug her pants and underwear free. And as the flowers and their vines creep upward over the windows, they leave just the right amount of space to bathe her in sunlight, highlighting her pale skin and her curves and how her shirt clings to them when she lifts her hands up over her head. Her lashes flutter, and she puts on a coy smile as she looks down at him.]
... Like this?
[His eyes follow her every movement, eyes darkening along with the dimming light as he leans forward with a light smile.]
Perfect.
[A quiet praise before his lips fall on her exposed abdomen, lightly kissing the skin as his hands ever so slowly pull down her pants. As his mouth trails down, so do his hands until she's partly exposed. And just as his lips reach her navel, her pants and underwear almost halfway down her thighs—
There is a loud THUMP from upstairs followed by a clattering sound like wood tumbling over.]
Perfect.
[A quiet praise before his lips fall on her exposed abdomen, lightly kissing the skin as his hands ever so slowly pull down her pants. As his mouth trails down, so do his hands until she's partly exposed. And just as his lips reach her navel, her pants and underwear almost halfway down her thighs—
There is a loud THUMP from upstairs followed by a clattering sound like wood tumbling over.]
Mm.
[She hums her own appraisal, and as his kisses start to gently graze over her skin, tickling and leaving trails of goosebumps and shivers behind, she already feels her anticipation building. That fiery coil within her begins to tighten, and she can feel her muscles rippling with warm pleasure under his lips, and her eagerness and excitement are too much that her nails begin to scrape and press crescent divots into the perfectly varnished wood of the counter, leaving behind marks for her to look back on and remember later.
Tifa purrs for him as he reaches closer, closer... her hips lifting eagerly off the counter again to urge him further, his name passing over her lips as she closes her eyes and tries to imagine them in a fully equipped bar, immersing herself in the feelings he provokes out of her body and that rush that comes from wondering what it this might be like in a more spontaneous, hurried setting... Where he would leave her craving more, sobbing on the counter as he left her to open the bar for the day. And then, they would spend those long hours distracted by one another, he would tease her, and she would do the same for him... Small touches, subtle grazes, sneaking kisses...
Until neither of them can take it any longer and she would close early so that they could finish what they'd started that morning.
The further her mind begins to spiral, the more eager her noises and her movements become, and she's about to voice her frustration and her plea when—
THUMP! CRASH! And then the sound of hurried footsteps.
Instead, her entire body starts with surprise at the sound, forcing her to immediately sit up on the counter and wrap her arms around his shoulders, and she chokes on a gasp.]
Wh-what was that!?
[She hums her own appraisal, and as his kisses start to gently graze over her skin, tickling and leaving trails of goosebumps and shivers behind, she already feels her anticipation building. That fiery coil within her begins to tighten, and she can feel her muscles rippling with warm pleasure under his lips, and her eagerness and excitement are too much that her nails begin to scrape and press crescent divots into the perfectly varnished wood of the counter, leaving behind marks for her to look back on and remember later.
Tifa purrs for him as he reaches closer, closer... her hips lifting eagerly off the counter again to urge him further, his name passing over her lips as she closes her eyes and tries to imagine them in a fully equipped bar, immersing herself in the feelings he provokes out of her body and that rush that comes from wondering what it this might be like in a more spontaneous, hurried setting... Where he would leave her craving more, sobbing on the counter as he left her to open the bar for the day. And then, they would spend those long hours distracted by one another, he would tease her, and she would do the same for him... Small touches, subtle grazes, sneaking kisses...
Until neither of them can take it any longer and she would close early so that they could finish what they'd started that morning.
The further her mind begins to spiral, the more eager her noises and her movements become, and she's about to voice her frustration and her plea when—
THUMP! CRASH! And then the sound of hurried footsteps.
Instead, her entire body starts with surprise at the sound, forcing her to immediately sit up on the counter and wrap her arms around his shoulders, and she chokes on a gasp.]
Wh-what was that!?
[He's startled more by Tifa's reaction than the sounds, and he can only frown as he's forced to stop and look up instead, ears trained to the soft sounds.]
...Ignore it, it's just some cat or fairy that made its way inside.
...Ignore it, it's just some cat or fairy that made its way inside.
[A fairy...!?
A cat she could handle ignoring, even one of the dogs if she were so inclined, but a fairy!? That's a whole other story, and she only clings to him tighter with one hand, the other hurriedly pulling her shirt back down from where it had bundled around her chest, trying to keep her movements inconspicuous, as if she's being watched. Already, she can feel her own frustration mounting, that ache between her legs a bit too strong for her liking, but she needs to rein it in for now.]
Sh-shouldn't we go check it out? Just to make sure...?
A cat she could handle ignoring, even one of the dogs if she were so inclined, but a fairy!? That's a whole other story, and she only clings to him tighter with one hand, the other hurriedly pulling her shirt back down from where it had bundled around her chest, trying to keep her movements inconspicuous, as if she's being watched. Already, she can feel her own frustration mounting, that ache between her legs a bit too strong for her liking, but she needs to rein it in for now.]
Sh-shouldn't we go check it out? Just to make sure...?
I could freeze that entire floor if you wish.
[He is very frustrated right now, wanting nothing more than to continue what they were doing.
Specifically, her.
And as if to make it clear his words are not an empty bluff the sound of ice crackling overhead can be heard.]
[He is very frustrated right now, wanting nothing more than to continue what they were doing.
Specifically, her.
And as if to make it clear his words are not an empty bluff the sound of ice crackling overhead can be heard.]
No...!
[Her protest comes immediately and gently when she hears the sound of ice crackling upstairs. Whether it's a fairy, or a cat, or even a mouse, she gives him a shake of her head before she presses her forehead to his. She can feel both of their agony buzzing in the air around them and making her skin tingle, that fire inside her dimming but never quite fading. She knows how he feels because she feels the same, but—]
If it's an animal, I don't want to hurt it.
[Even if it's an annoying, loitering fairy.]
[Her protest comes immediately and gently when she hears the sound of ice crackling upstairs. Whether it's a fairy, or a cat, or even a mouse, she gives him a shake of her head before she presses her forehead to his. She can feel both of their agony buzzing in the air around them and making her skin tingle, that fire inside her dimming but never quite fading. She knows how he feels because she feels the same, but—]
If it's an animal, I don't want to hurt it.
[Even if it's an annoying, loitering fairy.]
It would just be enough to scare it....
[He's still clearly irritated...but he just sighs, closing his eyes briefly as he starts to pull her pants back up.]
All right, fine.
[THE MOOD IS CLEARLY RUINED.]
[He's still clearly irritated...but he just sighs, closing his eyes briefly as he starts to pull her pants back up.]
All right, fine.
[THE MOOD IS CLEARLY RUINED.]
Edited 2023-01-12 17:10 (UTC)
[She appreciates the help, and with her arms around his shoulders helping to anchor and steady her, Tifa slips off the counter so that he can help tug her pants the rest of the way up. Her knees are a bit wobbly, her head still a bit foggy, but she glances around as if making sure that no one has seen their... indecency.
And when she catches sight of her nail marks on the counter, she blushes furiously and tries to shuffle away before her pants have even been buttoned up and Eustace can take notice of them...
But before she goes any further, she pauses and looks back at him with a visibly disappointed pout to her lips.]
... You'd better make it up to me later, though.
And when she catches sight of her nail marks on the counter, she blushes furiously and tries to shuffle away before her pants have even been buttoned up and Eustace can take notice of them...
But before she goes any further, she pauses and looks back at him with a visibly disappointed pout to her lips.]
... You'd better make it up to me later, though.
[Fortunately for her, he's once again glaring up at the ceiling, already devising ways of getting rid of the interruption...
But then he hears her move and at her words he just smirks. In one long stride, he reaches her, hand grabbing her hips as he presses up against her, lips by her ear.]
I'll make it so you won't notice anything else.
[Just him.
Whether he means he plans on clearing the area or that she'll be too busy gasping his name or both, she'll find out later.
For now, there's a pest that needs to be taken care of, so after one last nip at her ear he steps back to start walking to the door that leads upstairs, purposefully going ahead to let her cool herself.]
But then he hears her move and at her words he just smirks. In one long stride, he reaches her, hand grabbing her hips as he presses up against her, lips by her ear.]
I'll make it so you won't notice anything else.
[Just him.
Whether he means he plans on clearing the area or that she'll be too busy gasping his name or both, she'll find out later.
For now, there's a pest that needs to be taken care of, so after one last nip at her ear he steps back to start walking to the door that leads upstairs, purposefully going ahead to let her cool herself.]
[With how close he is and with how warm she becomes, it wouldn't be surprising if he felt the fire surge within her, that heat crawling across her skin all the way to where he nips at her ear. She stands there, frozen on the spot, as his words sink deep into her belly like a rock, but before she can say or do anything, he saunters ahead in a way like he knows exactly what he just did to her.
Tifa does need that moment to cool off, her arms wrapping around herself as she tries to shake off that thrill of lust that's still clinging to her skin before she jogs off after him. Her footsteps only stop when she realizes that her pants are still undone, and with an embarrassed gasp from behind him, she quickly buttons them up.]
What... do you think it is?
[Her voice has gone up several pitches higher than normal, she's noticed, as they reach the bottom of the stairs, and when she looks up to the second floor, she clears her throat.
And as if to answer, there's more clattering coming from one of the rooms.]
Tifa does need that moment to cool off, her arms wrapping around herself as she tries to shake off that thrill of lust that's still clinging to her skin before she jogs off after him. Her footsteps only stop when she realizes that her pants are still undone, and with an embarrassed gasp from behind him, she quickly buttons them up.]
What... do you think it is?
[Her voice has gone up several pitches higher than normal, she's noticed, as they reach the bottom of the stairs, and when she looks up to the second floor, she clears her throat.
And as if to answer, there's more clattering coming from one of the rooms.]
Edited 2023-01-12 18:00 (UTC)
[He waits for her to catch up, though with the pent up frustration he feels, he hopes it's something he can vent on and kill. However, he had left Flamek and his holster back by the counter, believing whatever it is, they could handle it on their own, with dreamotion if needed.
Taking a step onto the stairs once Tifa reaches him, he frowns as his ears remain pricked forward, carefully listening the steps. From the weight to the pacing, he can gather a little bit more of their "guest."]
It's an animal, four legs, small but agile. I'm still betting it's a cat with the way it's moving. Reminds me of Clover.
Taking a step onto the stairs once Tifa reaches him, he frowns as his ears remain pricked forward, carefully listening the steps. From the weight to the pacing, he can gather a little bit more of their "guest."]
It's an animal, four legs, small but agile. I'm still betting it's a cat with the way it's moving. Reminds me of Clover.
[She listens carefully for the sounds, though the footsteps have grown quiet again, and as they ascend the stairs, she clings to him, her fingers taking the back of his shirt in between them as she stays close... not out of fear, but embarrassment at having been interrupted at all. When they reach the landing, it's completely silent, but she eyes the three doors on the other side of the upper terrace.]
Sounded like it came from the one on the left.
[Which was, at the moment, just a storage space for old things that had been there before them that will need sorting eventually. Whatever it is, it found a pretty good place to hide.
Slowly, she steps out from behind him and tiptoes quietly so as not to spook whatever it is, but she'll let Eustace open the door.]
Sounded like it came from the one on the left.
[Which was, at the moment, just a storage space for old things that had been there before them that will need sorting eventually. Whatever it is, it found a pretty good place to hide.
Slowly, she steps out from behind him and tiptoes quietly so as not to spook whatever it is, but she'll let Eustace open the door.]
[He'll just nod before silently advancing towards the door. Slowly he reaches out to grab the door handle, and after giving Tifa one final look, he slowly opens the door.
Unfortunately, it's not a quiet opening, the door creaking for old age and much needed oil. Still, nothing seems to immediately jump out.]
Unfortunately, it's not a quiet opening, the door creaking for old age and much needed oil. Still, nothing seems to immediately jump out.]
[While he slowly opens the door, she prepares herself to grab whatever it is should it leap out of hiding and try to escape, but as they stand in the fully revealed doorway now, they're met with more silence and stillness at first. The room is dusty and a bit cluttered, filled with things that she knows she won't need, so there are plenty of spaces for something small to hide.
Carefully, Tifa steps around him and further into the room to start looking around, peeking underneath shelves and around boxes until—]
Huh!?
[She gasps out loud when there's a clatter behind her, and something small and striped dashes out from underneath another tall shelf to hide behind some boxes.]
Carefully, Tifa steps around him and further into the room to start looking around, peeking underneath shelves and around boxes until—]
Huh!?
[She gasps out loud when there's a clatter behind her, and something small and striped dashes out from underneath another tall shelf to hide behind some boxes.]
[It was too much of a blur for him to see the details, but he can definitely say for sure—]
It's a cat.
[So that should at least bring Tifa some reassurance. ...How to catch it, though.]
...Do you want to try and catch it or just leave a window open for it to leave on its own?
It's a cat.
[So that should at least bring Tifa some reassurance. ...How to catch it, though.]
...Do you want to try and catch it or just leave a window open for it to leave on its own?
[Tifa only looks at him silently, surprise written clear across her face, but she doesn't say a word. Not at first, anyway. Her eyes follow in the direction it had skittered off in, towards a pile of boxes in the corner of the room. She can hear scraping and shuffling, followed by the tiniest mewl.]
Neither. I think it's just scared. And small.
[She whispers it as she comes up beside him again.]
There anything we could give it? A toy... or some food?
Neither. I think it's just scared. And small.
[She whispers it as she comes up beside him again.]
There anything we could give it? A toy... or some food?
[He's just going to stare at her.]
Tifa, I'm saying this now, but we're not taking in another cat.
[His treatment between dogs and cats is like night and day!! Well of course he doesn't mind cats and adores Clover, but guarantee if it was a puppy he'd be all over it.
Of course this cat being the reason why they were interrupted is not doing itself any favors—]
Tifa, I'm saying this now, but we're not taking in another cat.
[His treatment between dogs and cats is like night and day!! Well of course he doesn't mind cats and adores Clover, but guarantee if it was a puppy he'd be all over it.
Of course this cat being the reason why they were interrupted is not doing itself any favors—]
[She shoots him a woefully tired look because she knows that if this were a dog, he would be saying the complete opposite...!!!]
I didn't say we were. I just...
[Her eyes linger on the boxes where it's hiding, and likely shivering in fear.]
I don't want to scare the poor thing away if this is its home... We should at least try to get it out of the room. Can't stay locked up in here forever.
I didn't say we were. I just...
[Her eyes linger on the boxes where it's hiding, and likely shivering in fear.]
I don't want to scare the poor thing away if this is its home... We should at least try to get it out of the room. Can't stay locked up in here forever.
[A flat stare before he sighs and his eyes go to where the cat (kitten?) is still hiding.]
Even so, do we have anything? We didn't bring anything... But there are a few shops nearby.
Even so, do we have anything? We didn't bring anything... But there are a few shops nearby.
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