[He draws a sharp breath out of her, her eyes closing and lips parting as his thumb brushes over them, the urge to simply end this conversation and replace his finger with his lips surging like a newly kindled flame... but she knows that this is something she needs to voice. Now that her actions have spoken for her, it's become a little easier to put it all into words.

And now that they've come down from their throes of passion, she can understand him a little better, too.]

I don't want you to be afraid, either.

[She knows that he isn't, but there's still that twinge of fear in the back of Tifa's mind that maybe she had taken it all too far. That he had seen a side of her that he hadn't expected or wanted to see. But she also knows that it's irrational. If he hadn't wanted that, he wouldn't be here.

It's her turn to let out another, gentler breath to shake off the thought.]

I just... I want to be with you. [The vines begin to slowly inch again, a little higher as her arms snake around him so that she can hide against his body, her face burying into his chest.] When you said those things about how you chose me, I realized... I want that.