[The nip on her skin and the pressure of his hips forces her to brace herself against the bar when she feels her knees buckle, and her body leaves her no choice but to tip her head back, her hair tumbling and fanning out across the counter like he's knocked over a bottle of her richest liqueur.]
With what, I wonder?
[Tifa bites down on her lip and lifts her head just enough that she can brush her nose against his.]
Do I get my own special, too? I do always enjoy your meals...
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With what, I wonder?
[Tifa bites down on her lip and lifts her head just enough that she can brush her nose against his.]
Do I get my own special, too? I do always enjoy your meals...
[Yeah. No one is talking about the food anymore.]