The tiniest little snort of laughter leaves her, even as she presses her lips together to stop it, when he lifts his head. The little mound that she had created topples so that it's more lopsided, but...
...
His hair looks like the top of a soft-serve ice cream cone.
....
And the thought alone has Tifa bursting into a fit of giggles.]
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[And massage. You're welcome, hubby.
The tiniest little snort of laughter leaves her, even as she presses her lips together to stop it, when he lifts his head. The little mound that she had created topples so that it's more lopsided, but...
...
His hair looks like the top of a soft-serve ice cream cone.
....
And the thought alone has Tifa bursting into a fit of giggles.]