[Tifa's arms tighten around him to hold him close, to press him further against her until there's no space and no air left between their bodies. Legs hook around his, locking him in, and she brushes her nose with his, her grin pulling wider.]
I guess we'll just have to make do... Or use your imagination.
[And that's all she'll say before she's kissing him again and this time, she truly doesn't let him go. She intends to make him fulfill the promise that he made behind the bar counter, but she won't be satisfied with just one. No, it will be double to make up for the trouble she had to go through waiting to get here. And of course, without question or doubt, he makes good on it, always so much more than she expects.
The afternoon flies by, and by the time they're finished and have rested together for a while, curled up in each other's arms, the sun has almost fully set. The room is no longer filled with oranges and reds but violets, and the cool light of the moon that filters in through the small crevices in the vines that have now crept up around them. As always, the room carries the same sweet scent of the flowers that always bloom around them, and their glow helps to illuminate the sharp features of Eustace's face when Tifa looks up at him and presses a tender, featherlight kiss to his lips in thanks.
It won't be long after that when they hear the sound of the dogs barking as they approach the house, almost like they're warning of Lyria's return with them. It's probably time that Tifa starts to prepare dinner anyway, so after a little bit of extra cuddling and getting cleaned up and dressed, she heads to the kitchen. The three of them eat at the table together with the dogs around them as they have been doing every night since the girl's arrival—it's something new that Tifa is getting used to, but it's lively having Lyria around.
The rest of the evening flies by as well, and once they have all said goodnight and the dogs return to the ground floor, all seven of them trotting sleepily behind Lyria, Tifa and Eustace continue with their usual nighttime routine to get ready for bed.
After a shower, they lay together with Tifa curled up against him, her head resting on his chest and her fingers drawing light lines over his abdomen as she idly muses to herself, mulling over her thoughts for the day, until a huff of a fond laugh finds its way out of her.]
... Still not used to having someone else around yet. It was just the two of us for a long time... and the dogs.
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[Tifa's arms tighten around him to hold him close, to press him further against her until there's no space and no air left between their bodies. Legs hook around his, locking him in, and she brushes her nose with his, her grin pulling wider.]
I guess we'll just have to make do... Or use your imagination.
[And that's all she'll say before she's kissing him again and this time, she truly doesn't let him go. She intends to make him fulfill the promise that he made behind the bar counter, but she won't be satisfied with just one. No, it will be double to make up for the trouble she had to go through waiting to get here. And of course, without question or doubt, he makes good on it, always so much more than she expects.
The afternoon flies by, and by the time they're finished and have rested together for a while, curled up in each other's arms, the sun has almost fully set. The room is no longer filled with oranges and reds but violets, and the cool light of the moon that filters in through the small crevices in the vines that have now crept up around them. As always, the room carries the same sweet scent of the flowers that always bloom around them, and their glow helps to illuminate the sharp features of Eustace's face when Tifa looks up at him and presses a tender, featherlight kiss to his lips in thanks.
It won't be long after that when they hear the sound of the dogs barking as they approach the house, almost like they're warning of Lyria's return with them. It's probably time that Tifa starts to prepare dinner anyway, so after a little bit of extra cuddling and getting cleaned up and dressed, she heads to the kitchen. The three of them eat at the table together with the dogs around them as they have been doing every night since the girl's arrival—it's something new that Tifa is getting used to, but it's lively having Lyria around.
The rest of the evening flies by as well, and once they have all said goodnight and the dogs return to the ground floor, all seven of them trotting sleepily behind Lyria, Tifa and Eustace continue with their usual nighttime routine to get ready for bed.
After a shower, they lay together with Tifa curled up against him, her head resting on his chest and her fingers drawing light lines over his abdomen as she idly muses to herself, mulling over her thoughts for the day, until a huff of a fond laugh finds its way out of her.]
... Still not used to having someone else around yet. It was just the two of us for a long time... and the dogs.