[There is a quiet, disappointed whine that she buries into his shoulder when he removes his hand and when he takes his lips away from hers, replacing his hot breath and the soft brush of them with a quick peck that she knows was meant to tease.
Her eyes very slowly flutter open to reveal the reds that have turned to a syrupy dark brown, darkened with the shadows of the lust swimming in her head... all thanks to him, and she stares at him with a fire that's slowly kindling behind them.
Before she, too, is pulling back, but Tifa takes his hands in hers.]
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Her eyes very slowly flutter open to reveal the reds that have turned to a syrupy dark brown, darkened with the shadows of the lust swimming in her head... all thanks to him, and she stares at him with a fire that's slowly kindling behind them.
Before she, too, is pulling back, but Tifa takes his hands in hers.]
You owe me one, remember?