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No...!

[She's getting out of bed to try and stop him, revealing the lacy underwear that she's put on, but too late... It's already gone... And all she can do now is slowly pad across the room to him, not quite able to meet his eyes before she stops, her expression softening just a touch.]

That wasn't exactly the reaction I was hoping for...

What kind of reaction did you expec—

[He's slamming the closet door closed in a huff of irritation before he turns and.

...

........????

Congratulations, Tifa, even now you make your husband speechless. Though part of it is confusion as to why—]

[She bites down on her lip when he stops, and she does too, just an inch away from him. And it is taking every bit of restraint and confidence that she has to not wrap her arms around herself and leap back under the covers to hide from that speechless, confused, surprised stare of his. She doesn't do this often, and this doesn't exactly warrant a special occasion for it, but...]

I was hoping it would jog your memory...

[Another, shyer step towards him before she's standing right up against him, her warmth pressing into his, her fingers coming up to run a nail over his chest before she retreats, her face all flushed and coloured, her lashes fluttering as she takes a nervous breath.

She can hardly believe what she is about to ask of him...]

Of something else.

...Um.

[Yes, that is the only thing he manages at the moment. Normally he could take her attempts at advancing on him well, usually cornering her in return. However given the sudden change of events and a bit of a mood whiplash, Eustace is briefly still stunned, trying to process it all.]

...Something else?

[Only now does he recall how last year he had been in a similar vampire costume. It wasn't the same as the one in his closet, so while he had been a little displeased at first at the time, he moved on it quick enough. Helped that Tifa had her own fetching costume at the time...

But this one still holds some of those ill feelings. A reminder of when he had been taken control of and almost...

In short, it wasn't what the costume was pretending to be, but that very specific costume.

He has an idea of what Tifa is suggesting, but he still can't help but furrow his brow.]

[That furrow of his brow makes her pause, stopping short and letting her hand fall away, and she meets his frown with a look of confusion.]

... Is something wrong?

[Is she overstepping? Did she say or do something? Was it the costume? Her mind is spiralling already, doubly embarrassed now that she might have misread the situation... misread him.]

[...Ah.

He shifts a little with some uncertainty, realizing how he's making her feel and feeling bad for it himself. So he takes a small breath to try and explain.]

Sorry, it's...

[A small sigh as he rubs the back of his neck.]

That costume... It just reminds me of what happened... That time.

[Well. This is not how she was hoping it would go, and so when he rubs at the back of his neck, she just reaches up to take that hand in hers instead.]

...I mean, that was the point... to remind you of that night.

[But maybe she sees it in a different light. Granted, he had been acting really strange—she hasn't forgotten—but that isn't the part that she wanted him to remember.]

I'm sorry. I went about this all wrong. [A sheepish laugh as she squeezes his hand.] I just...

[She's too shy to say it!!]

There was something I had in mind. I really should've just told you...

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[A small shake of his head.]

No, that— I don't think I ever really told you about it, so you wouldn't have known.

Eustace.

[Her voice is firm, and she takes a step towards him, trying not to be so hesitant and timid about it, and she wraps her arms around him.]

I wanted... us to try something...

[She's just going to come out and say it so he doesn't have to worry about how she feels about whatever happened two years ago. If she knows him as well as she thinks she does, then there's something weighing on his mind, and she'd rather free him of it sooner than later.]

[...

He takes a small breath and tries to push away his earlier discomfort.]

...I imagine it has something to do with this?

[Only now does he reach out to touch the laces, fingers slipping beneath the strap.]

[She still feels absolutely terrible that she made him uncomfortable... and she bites the inside of her lip, her heart riddled with guilt that she'll try to push away too, when she feels him tug at her straps.]

Sort of...

[Her face is flushing again, that redness creeping down into her neck, and now she still can't quite make herself look at him. No way to beat around the bush with this one, is there?]

I was hoping that... we could go into one of my dreams tonight...

[...]

You dress like this and you want me to go into your dreams?

[A more forceful tug as he leans in closer to her.

Well now he's going to be a bit disgruntled for a different reason—]

[There's just the quietest gasp when he pulls her, and she ducks her face away from his when he looms close.]

I figured I'd set the mood first...? After tonight, I thought we might need it. But what I'm looking for...

[She pauses, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet.]

... Can only happen in a dream.

And if I want something else first?

[Wife.

Don't tempt and tease your husband like this???]

[She's just going to try to back up now, her grin slowly growing back as she first presses a finger to his lips to hush him.]

Then you're gonna have to hear me out first.

[There is such a disgruntled frown right now.

But fiiiiine.]

Ten seconds.

[Just don't mind the way his hand is sliding down her shoulder, tugging the strap down as his other hand is now at her side.]

Ten seconds for what?

[—before she realizes that he means ten seconds to explain herself, and husband, that is not enough time for Tifa to do any of that!? She's already blushing like a tomato and her tongue already feels tied, so she's already wasted half of that just trying to compose herself as his hands start to wander.

She's going to buckle under this pressure!!! And the way he's looking at her!]

I... I wanted to... try...

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Her voice goes into a quiet murmur.]

What if you got back in that costume in my dream, and you... you know...

[Yes, he is deliberately putting the pressure on in the clear attempt to make her cave. Not that he wouldn't actually listen, of course, but he is in a mood and when his wife is offering herself up so clearly.......

At the end of those seconds, his hands had already moved, one sliding over her back and the other at her hip as his face leans in. And while he had resisted going further out of "consideration"...]

...Hmmmm.

[His eyes bore into hers, the pale blues darkening.]

This?

[And that's her only warning before his head dips and his mouth goes to her neck, his pointed canines dragging roughly against her skin before he bites down.]

[She tries not to shiver too much under his gaze, but even that alone—never mind his hands at her back and her hip, or the way his mouth descends over her neck—is enough to make her knees weaken and buckle under her. This... it makes her arch into him instinctively, the flush across her skin deepening when he feels his teeth sink gently into her.

But not here—not yet.

Or so she will try to tell herself as she tries to gently nudge him away, though her fight is barely there.]

Yes, but... [She bites back a moan before the rest of it can escape, and the flowers that pulse red across their walls and ceiling betray her.] ... A little more.

[There's a sharper nip in response, teeth digging deeper into her skin as he sucks hard before he releases her, only to suddenly lift her up in his arms. Staring up at her, there's a dangerous glare in his eyes.]

More?

[He takes the few steps to carry her to the bed before he drops her on it, immediately following after as he looks over her.]

And you want it all in a dream.

[Wife.]

[He is rewarded with two very surprised gasps. Once, when he lifts her, and then another when he drops her onto her back where she sinks into the mattress, that spot on her neck already bruising a deeper red as she blushes up at him, a hand moving up to cover half her face.

She really does feel like a little rabbit right now, trapped once more in between a wall and the hungry teeth of a wolf.]

Well, some of it...

[It doesn't have to be all, but she has a feeling that once they do get started, neither of them will want to leave.]

We can just... do a little more in a dream than we can here.

[Her eyes glance to her bedside table, where a book sits. "Insatiable", it's called, a book about a vampire and a human girl who fall in love, though the cover seems to suggest it is about more than just love...]

[He glances over at the book and actually reaches for it to take a look.

...

Really, his wife.

Slowly his eyes move from the cover to her eyes before he drops the book just above her, the sound and weight of the book heavy.]

So.

[His hand lowers to touch the red bruise darkening on her neck—]

You want to...act out...

[—glide down her front past her collarbone—]

...and do some kind of vampire "play" in a dream...

[—to her cleavage where he'll pull down the front of that black lace to reveal more of her skin—]

........and you thought to convince me dressed like this?

[—before swiping over the lace where his fingertips would find and roughly touch and rub the dark peak just barely hidden beneath.]

[She doesn't mean to arch up into his hand as it travels, her breath growing hot, her pulse quickening, and she opens her eyes to meet his, only to regret it when the contact of his fingers over the lace makes her huff out a soft, longing moan.]

... Yes.

[Her eyes flutter up at him, wide and round and pleading.]

Is it working?

...I won't refuse...

[His hand stops teasing her chest, only to slide down her waist to her navel and then to the band of her underwear.]

...But don't expect me to just fall asleep right away.

[As he lowers his face closer to hers, he'll also pull down on the lace, letting his knuckles drag against the soft flesh slowly becoming more exposed.]

Nor you.

[Her hips lift slightly off the bed, both asking for and seeking more contact, his knuckles leaving trails of heat over her exposed skin, warming her only after the cooler air hits it.]

... I gotta save some energy, you know.

[Though, in spite of her protests and the way her muscles tighten, her body and the sounds she makes grow more pliant, her fingers fisting the sheets in her suppressed bliss, now that he understands what it is she actually wants.]

Dreamscapes can take a lot out of me. Especially these kinds.

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