[He doesn't even give her the chance to respond, because whatever words she might have had waiting on the tip of her tongue, whatever sentiment she might have whispered quietly to him beneath the music is stolen away by a kiss—the kind that always leaves her breathless in the end, and seeking more.
Her arms circle around his neck to weave her fingers through his hair, and she presses her body as flush to his as she can be, eager to show him what she had meant to say, wanting to once again convey those sentiments back to him...
Tifa allows herself to part, and she can already feel her heart racing, and the music somehow seems louder in her head as it starts to shift into something else that is a little more fitting to the mood that his kiss had established, and to the fire that it set ablaze inside her.]
It's not all me either, you know...
[One hand slides down to rest over where she can feel his heart beating in his chest.]
I always knew... Maybe that's what drew me to you so much in the first place...
[This kindhearted, gentle, loving man that she could sense living beneath everything else.]
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Her arms circle around his neck to weave her fingers through his hair, and she presses her body as flush to his as she can be, eager to show him what she had meant to say, wanting to once again convey those sentiments back to him...
Tifa allows herself to part, and she can already feel her heart racing, and the music somehow seems louder in her head as it starts to shift into something else that is a little more fitting to the mood that his kiss had established, and to the fire that it set ablaze inside her.]
It's not all me either, you know...
[One hand slides down to rest over where she can feel his heart beating in his chest.]
I always knew... Maybe that's what drew me to you so much in the first place...
[This kindhearted, gentle, loving man that she could sense living beneath everything else.]