[His praise earns a purr out of her, and that long-stifled cry finally finds its way out of her the moment his lips find her chest, that dragged out buildup all coming to a head and meeting where his mouth touches her skin, drinking up the wine that still clings to her. Her hand gently grabs at his hair, brushing through it affectionately, the gesture at odds with the sound she makes when his hand slips beneath her bottom, the strings coming loose to make room for him, her back arching up to spread herself out more for him.
And that will be exactly how they enjoy the wine, at the edge of the pool, the rocks stained in sweet red, and those bubbles overflowing into the water, intoxicated by, and indulging in one another at long last, Tifa's swimsuit long forgotten.
Fortunately, they have the pool to wash off in, only to make a mess of themselves again, and at some inexplicable point, Tifa had stopped caring about the way the rhythmic splashes of the water had started to ring into the sky, mingling with the sounds he tries and manages to draw out of her despite her best efforts to keep quiet. Almost like a little game.
It isn't until they return inside that they find that feverish pitch, that tenderness turned that raw, passion that they possess for each other. And while every action is filled with just as much love as all the rest, there's that same desperation for it, that chase for that high, that release that they know only the other can give them. It's feverish, intense, the sound of his name on Tifa's voice echoing off the walls by the end.
Wrapped up in the sheets now, her wet hair curling like black ink beneath her, she falls back to the pillow to catch her breath, pulling him down to her to nuzzle him as the two of them lay, spent and satisfied. For a long time, they stay that way, catching their breaths, breathing each other in, until they adjust to lie side by side, Tifa's head on his shoulder, arms and legs a tangled mess together.]
...Been a while.
[Murmured into the crook of his neck, her favourite spot to rest.]
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And that will be exactly how they enjoy the wine, at the edge of the pool, the rocks stained in sweet red, and those bubbles overflowing into the water, intoxicated by, and indulging in one another at long last, Tifa's swimsuit long forgotten.
Fortunately, they have the pool to wash off in, only to make a mess of themselves again, and at some inexplicable point, Tifa had stopped caring about the way the rhythmic splashes of the water had started to ring into the sky, mingling with the sounds he tries and manages to draw out of her despite her best efforts to keep quiet. Almost like a little game.
It isn't until they return inside that they find that feverish pitch, that tenderness turned that raw, passion that they possess for each other. And while every action is filled with just as much love as all the rest, there's that same desperation for it, that chase for that high, that release that they know only the other can give them. It's feverish, intense, the sound of his name on Tifa's voice echoing off the walls by the end.
Wrapped up in the sheets now, her wet hair curling like black ink beneath her, she falls back to the pillow to catch her breath, pulling him down to her to nuzzle him as the two of them lay, spent and satisfied. For a long time, they stay that way, catching their breaths, breathing each other in, until they adjust to lie side by side, Tifa's head on his shoulder, arms and legs a tangled mess together.]
...Been a while.
[Murmured into the crook of his neck, her favourite spot to rest.]