[She's stuck where she is, but she doesn't mind it so much, especially as his arms find their way around her. She doesn't set her mug down but balances it in her hand, lifting it away so that they don't accidentally bump and spill it when he kisses her again and her free hand threads through his hair, pressing him closer to her so that she can give him that deeper taste she knows that he's seeking so fervently.
Tifa's lips, wet and coated in rum, only leave his when she hears the low grumblings of a wolf next to them as she sits up and stretches, and there's a moment where she makes eye contact with Eria through the curtain of her hair and catches the glare she's giving them.
Laughing, she brushes the tip of her nose against Eustace's, and she speaks so quietly that not even Eria will hear her.]
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Tifa's lips, wet and coated in rum, only leave his when she hears the low grumblings of a wolf next to them as she sits up and stretches, and there's a moment where she makes eye contact with Eria through the curtain of her hair and catches the glare she's giving them.
Laughing, she brushes the tip of her nose against Eustace's, and she speaks so quietly that not even Eria will hear her.]
Not in front of the kids...