[She's always made it so easy for him to throw away those usual restraints, to pull out that side of him that she would only see. The way her voice, her eyes, the way she pleads for him—it makes that heat rush through his blood, a stirring in his lower abdomen that only she can provoke. If anyone else tried to do this, he'd throw them off with such cold disgust a whole block would freeze over.
But not Tifa.
Instead, she brings in that fire that melts everything that's still frozen.
A small smirk forms, a low "Hmmm" as a slight movement of his head brushes his lips against hers.]
So you're finally understanding how I feel, hm? But...
[His hands now drift, one snaking up the front of her chest as the other moves down, trailing down the lines of her abdominal muscles and straight down past the band of her underwear, fingertips hunting for that heat.]
...It seems I haven't done enough to show it if you still need help. Guess it's I'll use this to remind you.
[It's a dark whisper as his mouth captures hers roughly, hands moving with same aggressive fervor as the room darkens, those vines slithering up further and dark flowers slowly bloom.
He is going to guarantee that he will "teach" her so well that by the end of this there will be beyond a shadow of a doubt that the only thing she'll think about is him. The only thing she'll ever dream about is him and that she won't ever think about anyone else—even in jealousy. Even if it's in hatred, that's still putting focus on and being bothered by someone else—and he's not going to allow it.]
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But not Tifa.
Instead, she brings in that fire that melts everything that's still frozen.
A small smirk forms, a low "Hmmm" as a slight movement of his head brushes his lips against hers.]
So you're finally understanding how I feel, hm? But...
[His hands now drift, one snaking up the front of her chest as the other moves down, trailing down the lines of her abdominal muscles and straight down past the band of her underwear, fingertips hunting for that heat.]
...It seems I haven't done enough to show it if you still need help. Guess it's I'll use this to remind you.
[It's a dark whisper as his mouth captures hers roughly, hands moving with same aggressive fervor as the room darkens, those vines slithering up further and dark flowers slowly bloom.
He is going to guarantee that he will "teach" her so well that by the end of this there will be beyond a shadow of a doubt that the only thing she'll think about is him. The only thing she'll ever dream about is him and that she won't ever think about anyone else—even in jealousy. Even if it's in hatred, that's still putting focus on and being bothered by someone else—and he's not going to allow it.]