[She becomes so hyper-aware of every movement, every sound that he makes, right down to the very low timbre of his voice, almost like her bones mean to absorb the vibrations of it when each one passes through the air. She's zeroed in on him, every sense heightened to the point where it's overwhelming.
She purrs at the heavy sound of his cloak falling to the floor, watches him with parted, hungry lips as he tugs away each of his gloves, rolls here head back at the sound of the chains rattling, her body arching in invitation when the bed dips beneath that shift in weight.
They have done a lot of different things together, tried so much that Tifa never imagined herself ever humouring, but she isn't sure that she's wanted him as much as she wants him now. Though, that seems to be the way—with each night they spend together, every moment of intimacy only makes that feeling grow, and this is no different.
It startles her a little when he suddenly appears over her, and when the candles go out, he'll see that spark of eagerness, that flash of the thrill that he lights. The bite of her lip as she tries to stifle her smile.
Her head lowers to the pillow, her hair spilling like ink behind her, the contrast against her pale skin making that flush in her face and her neck all the more delectable to one like him...]
And what is it that you want...?
[Her voice is so sickly sweet, hushed with a breathless exertion that she's never known herself to feel.]
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She purrs at the heavy sound of his cloak falling to the floor, watches him with parted, hungry lips as he tugs away each of his gloves, rolls here head back at the sound of the chains rattling, her body arching in invitation when the bed dips beneath that shift in weight.
They have done a lot of different things together, tried so much that Tifa never imagined herself ever humouring, but she isn't sure that she's wanted him as much as she wants him now. Though, that seems to be the way—with each night they spend together, every moment of intimacy only makes that feeling grow, and this is no different.
It startles her a little when he suddenly appears over her, and when the candles go out, he'll see that spark of eagerness, that flash of the thrill that he lights. The bite of her lip as she tries to stifle her smile.
Her head lowers to the pillow, her hair spilling like ink behind her, the contrast against her pale skin making that flush in her face and her neck all the more delectable to one like him...]
And what is it that you want...?
[Her voice is so sickly sweet, hushed with a breathless exertion that she's never known herself to feel.]