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flamekthunder) wrote2025-04-07 09:12 pm
flamekthunder) wrote2025-04-07 09:12 pm
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[And here he smirks as he leans in close. So close she can feel his warm breath against her lips...yet still so agonizingly far.]
Who said I would?
[A tilt of his head, his eyes gleaming darkly.]
You said you still have things to offer... So I'm waiting.
Who said I would?
[A tilt of his head, his eyes gleaming darkly.]
You said you still have things to offer... So I'm waiting.
[She gives a disappointed, frustrated hum when he doesn't go the rest of the way to close that small space left between them. It turns into a groan as she opens her eyes, searching his own.
... Fine.
As those bubbles continue to rise, as does the heat in her body, she glances around.]
... Are you feeling thirsty?
... Fine.
As those bubbles continue to rise, as does the heat in her body, she glances around.]
... Are you feeling thirsty?
I could use a drink.
[Who's the impatient one, hmmmm?]
[Who's the impatient one, hmmmm?]
[Only because he made her this way.
Without taking her eyes from his, she tilts her head in the direction of that very conveniently placed ice bucket and bottle of white wine sitting at the edge of the pool. The dragons must have brought that in for them ahead of time—]
Grab that bottle.
[Meanwhile, her body is on fire and her mind is screaming on the inside at this boldness.]
Without taking her eyes from his, she tilts her head in the direction of that very conveniently placed ice bucket and bottle of white wine sitting at the edge of the pool. The dragons must have brought that in for them ahead of time—]
Grab that bottle.
[Meanwhile, her body is on fire and her mind is screaming on the inside at this boldness.]
[He just looks at her before he pulls back and wades over to get the wine. And as he does, the floor inclines up to be more shallow, so water will stream down to his now exposed pelvis before he makes his way back to her.]
[Oh, she is for sure the thirsty one here, her longing gaze knowing no shame as she watches that water. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and she hopes that his ears don't pick up that sigh over the sounds of the water.
Not that it makes a difference because the bubbles are out of control. She doesn't notice but they are all red as they float around her, creating a foamy barrier at her hips where the water pools.
And when he makes it back to her, she motions to the lid.]
... Open it.
[No glasses? That's fine.]
Not that it makes a difference because the bubbles are out of control. She doesn't notice but they are all red as they float around her, creating a foamy barrier at her hips where the water pools.
And when he makes it back to her, she motions to the lid.]
... Open it.
[No glasses? That's fine.]
[And like before, he will do as bid, not even questioning it as he pops open the cork and waits.]
[Her smile pulls up just a little higher at the way he waits...
...
With fingers wrapped around his wrist, she guides the bottle so that she can take a small, testing sip from it, helping it tip it to her lips for a taste. It's cold and sweet like peaches, and when she's finished...
She helps him tip the bottle a little more...
Until it trickles down her front, over the curve of her breasts and down into the water. The chill of it sends a shiver rippling violently through her, making her gasp, and she has to tear her eyes away from him when she feels that buzz of embarrassment again, confidence wavering.]
...
With fingers wrapped around his wrist, she guides the bottle so that she can take a small, testing sip from it, helping it tip it to her lips for a taste. It's cold and sweet like peaches, and when she's finished...
She helps him tip the bottle a little more...
Until it trickles down her front, over the curve of her breasts and down into the water. The chill of it sends a shiver rippling violently through her, making her gasp, and she has to tear her eyes away from him when she feels that buzz of embarrassment again, confidence wavering.]
[He watches, half wondering what she's trying to do but also just enjoying the little show she's trying to put on. However, he could not have expected her to have the wine pour down her front, and it will be visible by the way his eyes widen as he stares at the dark red that flows down, the hearts around them darkening along with it as he then slowly smirks.]
Now what kind of message are you trying to send I wonder.
Now what kind of message are you trying to send I wonder.
[She sees the way those hearts grow darker... and she bites down on her lip to stifle her smile. Though her own gaze grows more intense as she watches him. Waits for him, the scent of the wine growing thick in the steam rising into the air.]
What do you think?
What do you think?
Hmmmm.
[A grin as his eyes continue to rest heavily on the wine.]
That you don't care as much about your swimsuit... Or.
[He runs a finger through the wine.]
You want me to savor you in a different way than before.
[A grin as his eyes continue to rest heavily on the wine.]
That you don't care as much about your swimsuit... Or.
[He runs a finger through the wine.]
You want me to savor you in a different way than before.
[She trickles a little more over her, slowly, the sound she makes as the cold wine spills over her skin a soft sigh.]
Maybe a little bit of both...?
Maybe a little bit of both...?
[He moves the bottle away from her and sets it down on the edge of the counter.]
It's not bad, but... Could still do more.
It's not bad, but... Could still do more.
Hm?
[She hums, running her finger along her chest to pick up some of that wine, and she licks it off her fingertip.]
...Like what?
[She hums, running her finger along her chest to pick up some of that wine, and she licks it off her fingertip.]
...Like what?
[He'll just hook his finger over the center strap of her top.]
Take it off.
Take it off.
[The water splashes again as Tifa lifts her arms up and pushes her hair back and then drapes it over one of her shoulders.]
... Might need some help.
[And while she can undo the strings at the back herself, why not get him to do it for her?]
... Might need some help.
[And while she can undo the strings at the back herself, why not get him to do it for her?]
Hmm.
[There's just a small little tug...
...
Before he uses his favorite trick instead—flash freezes it and snaps the center string apart making the two halves fall to either side.
Seeing her like this now, his eyes darken along with the smirk.]
Better.
[There's just a small little tug...
...
Before he uses his favorite trick instead—flash freezes it and snaps the center string apart making the two halves fall to either side.
Seeing her like this now, his eyes darken along with the smirk.]
Better.
[He'll see her eyes react to the cold, widening a touch as it cools the skin on her chest. The piece falls open easily, and Tifa makes no effort to stop it as she shrugs it away and stares up at him in playful outrage at him ruining yet another bathing suit—
Not that she cares. She knew what was coming the moment she bought it. She'll just have to get it fixed with... all the other clothes he's torn off her... Boy, that seamstress is going to look at her funny.
By now, the bubbles have filled most of the spring, if not the whole thing, and Tifa's eyes are locked on his, waiting to see what he'll do next.]
Care for a drink?
Not that she cares. She knew what was coming the moment she bought it. She'll just have to get it fixed with... all the other clothes he's torn off her... Boy, that seamstress is going to look at her funny.
By now, the bubbles have filled most of the spring, if not the whole thing, and Tifa's eyes are locked on his, waiting to see what he'll do next.]
Care for a drink?
Edited 2024-02-14 00:16 (UTC)
Hmm...
[Just a low hum as he slowly pushes her back against the edge.]
Lie back.
[Just a low hum as he slowly pushes her back against the edge.]
Lie back.
[She does as she's bid, her body obedient under his every whim and command. A command that never fails to make the heat pool between her legs, or her insides to burst into flame. The wine might be cool on her skin, but she feels like every inch of her is on fire as she lifts herself a little further out of the water to arch against the edge.]
Like this...?
[Her head tips and she stretches back, revealing more of her wine-soaked throat and chest, her wet hair spilling out beneath her, spreading across the rocks.
And she bites back another smile.]
Like this...?
[Her head tips and she stretches back, revealing more of her wine-soaked throat and chest, her wet hair spilling out beneath her, spreading across the rocks.
And she bites back another smile.]
[There's just that wolfish grin as he slowly partially climbs out next to her, the water trickling down against her waist and legs as he looms over he face.]
Good girl. Just stay like that.
[And although is lips brush near her lips, he just smirks before he moves down to her collarbone instead, lips pressing down against the wine stained skin, first slowly brushing it over before there's more pressure and then the heat of his tongue as he licks up that red fluid. And as he does, one hand will be slowly dragging down her chest, down the line of her abdomen and stomach, spreading the wine further down her navel...and then slip beneath the heavy, wet hem of her bottom piece, fingers sliding over her folds to spread that wine further.]
Good girl. Just stay like that.
[And although is lips brush near her lips, he just smirks before he moves down to her collarbone instead, lips pressing down against the wine stained skin, first slowly brushing it over before there's more pressure and then the heat of his tongue as he licks up that red fluid. And as he does, one hand will be slowly dragging down her chest, down the line of her abdomen and stomach, spreading the wine further down her navel...and then slip beneath the heavy, wet hem of her bottom piece, fingers sliding over her folds to spread that wine further.]
[His praise earns a purr out of her, and that long-stifled cry finally finds its way out of her the moment his lips find her chest, that dragged out buildup all coming to a head and meeting where his mouth touches her skin, drinking up the wine that still clings to her. Her hand gently grabs at his hair, brushing through it affectionately, the gesture at odds with the sound she makes when his hand slips beneath her bottom, the strings coming loose to make room for him, her back arching up to spread herself out more for him.
And that will be exactly how they enjoy the wine, at the edge of the pool, the rocks stained in sweet red, and those bubbles overflowing into the water, intoxicated by, and indulging in one another at long last, Tifa's swimsuit long forgotten.
Fortunately, they have the pool to wash off in, only to make a mess of themselves again, and at some inexplicable point, Tifa had stopped caring about the way the rhythmic splashes of the water had started to ring into the sky, mingling with the sounds he tries and manages to draw out of her despite her best efforts to keep quiet. Almost like a little game.
It isn't until they return inside that they find that feverish pitch, that tenderness turned that raw, passion that they possess for each other. And while every action is filled with just as much love as all the rest, there's that same desperation for it, that chase for that high, that release that they know only the other can give them. It's feverish, intense, the sound of his name on Tifa's voice echoing off the walls by the end.
Wrapped up in the sheets now, her wet hair curling like black ink beneath her, she falls back to the pillow to catch her breath, pulling him down to her to nuzzle him as the two of them lay, spent and satisfied. For a long time, they stay that way, catching their breaths, breathing each other in, until they adjust to lie side by side, Tifa's head on his shoulder, arms and legs a tangled mess together.]
...Been a while.
[Murmured into the crook of his neck, her favourite spot to rest.]
And that will be exactly how they enjoy the wine, at the edge of the pool, the rocks stained in sweet red, and those bubbles overflowing into the water, intoxicated by, and indulging in one another at long last, Tifa's swimsuit long forgotten.
Fortunately, they have the pool to wash off in, only to make a mess of themselves again, and at some inexplicable point, Tifa had stopped caring about the way the rhythmic splashes of the water had started to ring into the sky, mingling with the sounds he tries and manages to draw out of her despite her best efforts to keep quiet. Almost like a little game.
It isn't until they return inside that they find that feverish pitch, that tenderness turned that raw, passion that they possess for each other. And while every action is filled with just as much love as all the rest, there's that same desperation for it, that chase for that high, that release that they know only the other can give them. It's feverish, intense, the sound of his name on Tifa's voice echoing off the walls by the end.
Wrapped up in the sheets now, her wet hair curling like black ink beneath her, she falls back to the pillow to catch her breath, pulling him down to her to nuzzle him as the two of them lay, spent and satisfied. For a long time, they stay that way, catching their breaths, breathing each other in, until they adjust to lie side by side, Tifa's head on his shoulder, arms and legs a tangled mess together.]
...Been a while.
[Murmured into the crook of his neck, her favourite spot to rest.]
Edited 2024-02-14 16:18 (UTC)
[A little game indeed, but when they always thoroughly enjoys. And after some of the difficult stresses they've both had in recent months... Something very needed. Eustace always feels it when he's with Tifa, always feels that love, peace, and joy she gives him just by being by his side. And he always gives back as much as he receives, oftentimes feeling it's never quite enough even if Tifa might think otherwise.
But for today, he really wants her to feel it all. Everything from that gentle affection to that darker, deeper lust only she had managed to awaken and continue to fuel. Anyone else is just a disfigured blob, but Tifa—she is the only one who shines out so clearly, so beautifully.
So while he may have been a bit mean earlier, he pays it back hundredfold...and will do so again and again, be it now or later.
But right now, he just gently nuzzles the top of her head, arm wrapped tight around her as he lies in utter contentment next to her.]
...Hm? Didn't we have a "special session" just the other night?
[A lazy, cheeky answer because he knows that's not what she means.]
But for today, he really wants her to feel it all. Everything from that gentle affection to that darker, deeper lust only she had managed to awaken and continue to fuel. Anyone else is just a disfigured blob, but Tifa—she is the only one who shines out so clearly, so beautifully.
So while he may have been a bit mean earlier, he pays it back hundredfold...and will do so again and again, be it now or later.
But right now, he just gently nuzzles the top of her head, arm wrapped tight around her as he lies in utter contentment next to her.]
...Hm? Didn't we have a "special session" just the other night?
[A lazy, cheeky answer because he knows that's not what she means.]
Edited 2024-02-14 22:50 (UTC)
You know what I mean.
[She gives him a playful, lazy swat on his chest, her hand splaying there so that she can massage light circles over his collarbone.]
Been a while since we've been able to do...that. Without escaping into dreams...
[She gives him a playful, lazy swat on his chest, her hand splaying there so that she can massage light circles over his collarbone.]
Been a while since we've been able to do...that. Without escaping into dreams...
Mm... Suppose that's true.
[He then smirks as he pulls her a little closer to whisper into her ear in a low voice.]
And it's only the beginning.
[He then smirks as he pulls her a little closer to whisper into her ear in a low voice.]
And it's only the beginning.
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