[She hums her own appraisal, and as his kisses start to gently graze over her skin, tickling and leaving trails of goosebumps and shivers behind, she already feels her anticipation building. That fiery coil within her begins to tighten, and she can feel her muscles rippling with warm pleasure under his lips, and her eagerness and excitement are too much that her nails begin to scrape and press crescent divots into the perfectly varnished wood of the counter, leaving behind marks for her to look back on and remember later.
Tifa purrs for him as he reaches closer, closer... her hips lifting eagerly off the counter again to urge him further, his name passing over her lips as she closes her eyes and tries to imagine them in a fully equipped bar, immersing herself in the feelings he provokes out of her body and that rush that comes from wondering what it this might be like in a more spontaneous, hurried setting... Where he would leave her craving more, sobbing on the counter as he left her to open the bar for the day. And then, they would spend those long hours distracted by one another, he would tease her, and she would do the same for him... Small touches, subtle grazes, sneaking kisses...
Until neither of them can take it any longer and she would close early so that they could finish what they'd started that morning.
The further her mind begins to spiral, the more eager her noises and her movements become, and she's about to voice her frustration and her plea when—
THUMP! CRASH! And then the sound of hurried footsteps.
Instead, her entire body starts with surprise at the sound, forcing her to immediately sit up on the counter and wrap her arms around his shoulders, and she chokes on a gasp.]
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[She hums her own appraisal, and as his kisses start to gently graze over her skin, tickling and leaving trails of goosebumps and shivers behind, she already feels her anticipation building. That fiery coil within her begins to tighten, and she can feel her muscles rippling with warm pleasure under his lips, and her eagerness and excitement are too much that her nails begin to scrape and press crescent divots into the perfectly varnished wood of the counter, leaving behind marks for her to look back on and remember later.
Tifa purrs for him as he reaches closer, closer... her hips lifting eagerly off the counter again to urge him further, his name passing over her lips as she closes her eyes and tries to imagine them in a fully equipped bar, immersing herself in the feelings he provokes out of her body and that rush that comes from wondering what it this might be like in a more spontaneous, hurried setting... Where he would leave her craving more, sobbing on the counter as he left her to open the bar for the day. And then, they would spend those long hours distracted by one another, he would tease her, and she would do the same for him... Small touches, subtle grazes, sneaking kisses...
Until neither of them can take it any longer and she would close early so that they could finish what they'd started that morning.
The further her mind begins to spiral, the more eager her noises and her movements become, and she's about to voice her frustration and her plea when—
THUMP! CRASH! And then the sound of hurried footsteps.
Instead, her entire body starts with surprise at the sound, forcing her to immediately sit up on the counter and wrap her arms around his shoulders, and she chokes on a gasp.]
Wh-what was that!?