[She shouldn't be so surprised by it, but when she feels him press to her back, his hand finding her throat, she stiffens with a gasp, her body instinctively arching towards him.
Tifa tries to keep the breathlessness out of her voice, but it's his right in her ear, his own breath hot against the sensitive flesh there that has her failing terribly again at doing so.
How long will she actually be able to keep up this little act, she wonders?]
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Tifa tries to keep the breathlessness out of her voice, but it's his right in her ear, his own breath hot against the sensitive flesh there that has her failing terribly again at doing so.
How long will she actually be able to keep up this little act, she wonders?]
... You must be the master of the house?