[The way he whispers her name like that sends a violent shudder through her, and the stars and snowflakes nearest them twinkle brighter. The music turns to noise in her head, and the only thing she can hear clearly is his voice as he says her name, and the breaths that he leaves across her lips before he's seizing them again with his.
This... all of this is just for them. Even on their wedding day when they vow themselves to one another in front of all of their friends, no one will see this. Their little world where only the two of them exist for each other. This tenderness and gentle love that no one else can ever see or know... It's far too special to be shared with anyone else, and Tifa wants to keep it that way.
Her swaying to the song stops so that she can lean her weight on him, seeking him out in every way that she possibly can. The snow clings to her thick lashes as her eyes flutter closed, and she pulls him to her in return in her desperate attempt to set that heat in their kiss ablaze. He left her no room to answer him, but with the way that her body arches to him, and the small, pleading noise in the back of her throat, he likely already knows what her answer is.
But her lips leave his anyway so that she can whisper his name in return.]
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This... all of this is just for them. Even on their wedding day when they vow themselves to one another in front of all of their friends, no one will see this. Their little world where only the two of them exist for each other. This tenderness and gentle love that no one else can ever see or know... It's far too special to be shared with anyone else, and Tifa wants to keep it that way.
Her swaying to the song stops so that she can lean her weight on him, seeking him out in every way that she possibly can. The snow clings to her thick lashes as her eyes flutter closed, and she pulls him to her in return in her desperate attempt to set that heat in their kiss ablaze. He left her no room to answer him, but with the way that her body arches to him, and the small, pleading noise in the back of her throat, he likely already knows what her answer is.
But her lips leave his anyway so that she can whisper his name in return.]
... I still owe you that second drink, you know.