[It takes a few seconds for her to realize what "routine" he's talking about, but as soon as she does, she buries her face in his shoulder.]
... I guess it did.
[Although, that was where it all started, too—that desire that still forever remains unsated, that overcomes her every time he so much as lets a finger graze over her skin. That lights her whole body on fire whenever he's near. That want to always, always be close to him, and that no matter how close they become, it's never enough, and she'll always be seeking more.
Tifa squirms a little in his lap, feeling that heat already starting to pool where their bodies meet, but she takes in a staggered breath and holds it back just a little longer...
And steers the conversation back on course before she no longer can.]
It was during the play that I realized that maybe I really did want something more out of this. I just never knew how to say it. Though, I guess I kind of did back then, huh?
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... I guess it did.
[Although, that was where it all started, too—that desire that still forever remains unsated, that overcomes her every time he so much as lets a finger graze over her skin. That lights her whole body on fire whenever he's near. That want to always, always be close to him, and that no matter how close they become, it's never enough, and she'll always be seeking more.
Tifa squirms a little in his lap, feeling that heat already starting to pool where their bodies meet, but she takes in a staggered breath and holds it back just a little longer...
And steers the conversation back on course before she no longer can.]
It was during the play that I realized that maybe I really did want something more out of this. I just never knew how to say it. Though, I guess I kind of did back then, huh?