[He makes good on that promise... several times over. Just when Tifa thought they were done, he comes back for more, and who is she to say no? She always was weak to him, especially so when he comes in for the attack the way he does tonight. Never mind that her head was already spinning with ideas, imaginings, and fantasies of her own, only serving to heighten the excitement and the thrill for the promise of what's to come.
He is right, though—no matter the sort of freedom that they have in their dreams, the hundreds of endless possibilities there are, nothing compares to the heat, the pleasure, the intimacy that they can reach outside of one... where the truest forms of their souls can connect... So, of course she won't protest. Of course, she will meet him with equal enthusiasm and fervor because at the end of the day, she loves him no matter where they are, what universe they are in. Perhaps all of this isn't just a selfish want for herself, but a gift for him as well...
And if this is just the appetizer, the preview, then she wonders what he might do for the main course.
It's no wonder that she falls asleep so easily, though not a surprise. After a long, exhausting, but fun day, and then being sent into that state of content bliss, wrapped up in his warmth and the heat of the bruises he's left behind, the sweet scent of them mixed with the starflowers that have changed to shimmer a deep crimson through their room, her body takes to that deep sleep without any effort at all.
And how the scape that she dreams up comes so easily to her, too.
When Eustace enters, he will find himself at the front door of a large, dim manor, a wide staircase greeting him in front, and hallways leading to the left and right. There are candelabras with flames flickering all over the walnut walls, and the home is dead silent...
...
Not a peep.
Which means that he will have to find her somewhere inside.]
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He is right, though—no matter the sort of freedom that they have in their dreams, the hundreds of endless possibilities there are, nothing compares to the heat, the pleasure, the intimacy that they can reach outside of one... where the truest forms of their souls can connect... So, of course she won't protest. Of course, she will meet him with equal enthusiasm and fervor because at the end of the day, she loves him no matter where they are, what universe they are in. Perhaps all of this isn't just a selfish want for herself, but a gift for him as well...
And if this is just the appetizer, the preview, then she wonders what he might do for the main course.
It's no wonder that she falls asleep so easily, though not a surprise. After a long, exhausting, but fun day, and then being sent into that state of content bliss, wrapped up in his warmth and the heat of the bruises he's left behind, the sweet scent of them mixed with the starflowers that have changed to shimmer a deep crimson through their room, her body takes to that deep sleep without any effort at all.
And how the scape that she dreams up comes so easily to her, too.
When Eustace enters, he will find himself at the front door of a large, dim manor, a wide staircase greeting him in front, and hallways leading to the left and right. There are candelabras with flames flickering all over the walnut walls, and the home is dead silent...
...
Not a peep.
Which means that he will have to find her somewhere inside.]