[She bites down on her lip, and her shoulders shake ever so slightly with the smallest laugh. He really is saying to her that two can tango without really saying it, isn't he? Well, alright.
Tifa hums along to the jazzy music from the jukebox as she wipes down the back counter and readjusts the already very tidy bottles. Then, with a single coy glance at him, she comes out from behind the counter and gets to work wiping down the rest of the tables that look like they have already been cleaned... and she sets what's left of the chairs up over them.
All while he nurses his drink in that obvious way he's doing.
But when she's finished and he still hasn't broken—and boy, is she efficient at cleaning—she stares at the back of his head. How badly she wants to hold him right now... It's only been, what, less than twenty minutes since they walked into the dream, and already, it feels too long in his presence to not be near him.
Her boots beat against the wooden floors as she crosses to the jukebox. There's a click, a whirr, and the song switches to something a little softer and slower.
He probably can hear her coming before she even reaches him, but moments later, her arms slip around him and she bumps her head against the back of his shoulder.]
[Although he is having fun teasing her, he is actually enjoying the quiet atmosphere they have here. He's been to many different bars and taverns, some rowdy, some upscale, and everything inbetween. Always he would find either a quiet table in the corner or somewhere at the counter, usually keeping to himself. Only in more recent times did he start having drinks with company, usually Vaseraga and sometimes the girls. Now there is Isaac and Cassius... Somehow his usual party of one had grown.
And yet while having such company hadn't been bad, he does still prefer having time to himself. So as he drinks and listens to Tifa move around, he reminisces a bit, takes a moment to sink back into that peace and quiet. Yet even now he isn't alone, his eyes drifting to Tifa whenever she comes into his periphery. And it's perhaps her company that makes this all the more enjoyable and relaxing.
It makes him wonder briefly what if they had met in her world or her in his. Obviously it was easier to flirt and converse with her now given their relationship. But if they had been complete strangers... Would he have spoken as much? Shared anything? Would it have been similar as their first meeting in Camelot, where he had been ready to just leave and never see her again...?
Slowly he swirls his almost finished glass, the ice a tiny lump with just a small puddle of dark amber remaining. It's while he's lost in thought that he catches the change in music late, noticing her approach only right before her arms reach around him. A smile breaks out as he holds back a chuckle.]
Is this another special service for people who interest you?
[HE IS... And Tifa gives him A Look before she continues to go along with it, but she's not letting go... regardless of whether he's "spoken for" or not.]
You don't seem the type to walk into a bar all alone and talk to the bartender like this if you were.
[Her fingers start to creep up his front and they adjust the collar of his jacket.]
[He sees that look and only smiles cheekily in return.]
You're quite determined.
But you're right. [His hand still holding onto hers, fingertips slide over hers as he leans in a little closer, brushing over ring.] There's only one woman I'm devoted to.
[What if she doesn't want to get off him... What if she wants to stay right here until it's time to wake up?
She can feel his words and his breath warm and tickle her lips when he speaks, and tempting as it is to breach the distance and kiss, she still has some self-restraint left. Enough for her to move her eyes away from his lips to meet his eyes.]
Maybe later.
[Her arms slip around the back of his neck now and she leans back only far enough that their faces are no longer touching, using his shoulders as an anchor before she's giving him a gentle tug, and he'll see the deep flush in her cheeks clearly in the warm lighting of the bar.]
[He's moving back in again but this time he doesn't stop short—with both arms now around her, one slides lower down her back to her hips, and his mouth moves to the underside of her jaw, brushing and taking in some of her skin as he playfully nips her.
He couldn't resist. Her attempts to pull back and her flushed face only drew him in more. Of course he does intend to live up to his promise and give her the dance she wants, but it really is hard for him to not tease her a bit first.]
[He draws a low, long giggle out of her, but she doesn't pull away from him this time. Even if she wanted to, he has her caged and held in his arms, and there's nowhere else she'd rather be, but if he keeps this up, they're going to wind up postponing that dance all over again.
With a purr in his ear, Tifa combs her fingers through his hair and allows him the space to move, and she even wiggles her hips in response. His lips and his teeth send a ripple of warmth that pools in the fire growing in her belly, and she affords herself a little more of it before she finally manages to string together something coherent.]
[How far is he planning to go to break her? Or did she accidentally break him in the process?
Both questions that are pushed to the pack of her mind as she tosses her head back with a sound of approval when he finds the more tender places on her neck, and the click of her belt under his fingers and the warm touch on her skin, and the music that plays slowly and quietly in the background could all unravel her right on the spot...
It comes close, and her fingers in his hair pull him closer, keeping his lips to her neck and urging him on, as she tries to force the words to spill out, but her husky voice betrays her.]
I'll still have to go make it, you know... That one won't be for free.
[There is a quiet, disappointed whine that she buries into his shoulder when he removes his hand and when he takes his lips away from hers, replacing his hot breath and the soft brush of them with a quick peck that she knows was meant to tease.
Her eyes very slowly flutter open to reveal the reds that have turned to a syrupy dark brown, darkened with the shadows of the lust swimming in her head... all thanks to him, and she stares at him with a fire that's slowly kindling behind them.
Before she, too, is pulling back, but Tifa takes his hands in hers.]
She frees his hands now that he's on his feet so that she can slide the tables closest to the jukebox over to make some space. The bar is pretty open without them, and she doesn't think they'll need a lot of room, but better to be safe than sorry, right? Nothing for them to knock into if she decides she wants to be twirled or if he picks her up.
And then, Tifa lifts her hand to offer to him.]
What a gentleman.
[... Despite that her belt is still very much undone thanks to him.]
[He'll help her move the tables and... He notices that, so he's going to be even more of a gentleman by walking up to her...and buckling it. Can't have too much temptation now, can we?]
It's for the wedding, right? Is there a certain kind of dance you have in mind?
[She looks up at him with wide, hoprful eyes as one hand moves to his shoulder, the other to rest over where his sits at her waist for when he decides to take it.
The last time they "danced" was back in the Shakespeare dreamscape, wasn't it? Thinking back to it, it wasn't even a dance. Just swaying to the distant music...
She intends to change that for this wedding. It's just a matter of knowing where to start.]
You know how, yeah?
[She isn't so sure she knows all that well, but Tifa breaks into a smile all the same.]
You'll have to lead, won't you? I've seen how they do it in movies, and back in that dream, but... that's it.
[She passes a thoughtful look over to the jukebox.]
I don't think I have anything in there that's got the right tempo, but... there's nothing saying that we can't change that, right?
[This is a dream world, after all, so...
Without even touching it, there's a click from the jukebox again and the song that's currently playing fades away and is replaced with another that's more fitting for the occasion...]
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Tifa hums along to the jazzy music from the jukebox as she wipes down the back counter and readjusts the already very tidy bottles. Then, with a single coy glance at him, she comes out from behind the counter and gets to work wiping down the rest of the tables that look like they have already been cleaned... and she sets what's left of the chairs up over them.
All while he nurses his drink in that obvious way he's doing.
But when she's finished and he still hasn't broken—and boy, is she efficient at cleaning—she stares at the back of his head. How badly she wants to hold him right now... It's only been, what, less than twenty minutes since they walked into the dream, and already, it feels too long in his presence to not be near him.
Her boots beat against the wooden floors as she crosses to the jukebox. There's a click, a whirr, and the song switches to something a little softer and slower.
He probably can hear her coming before she even reaches him, but moments later, her arms slip around him and she bumps her head against the back of his shoulder.]
Alright, you win.
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And yet while having such company hadn't been bad, he does still prefer having time to himself. So as he drinks and listens to Tifa move around, he reminisces a bit, takes a moment to sink back into that peace and quiet. Yet even now he isn't alone, his eyes drifting to Tifa whenever she comes into his periphery. And it's perhaps her company that makes this all the more enjoyable and relaxing.
It makes him wonder briefly what if they had met in her world or her in his. Obviously it was easier to flirt and converse with her now given their relationship. But if they had been complete strangers... Would he have spoken as much? Shared anything? Would it have been similar as their first meeting in Camelot, where he had been ready to just leave and never see her again...?
Slowly he swirls his almost finished glass, the ice a tiny lump with just a small puddle of dark amber remaining. It's while he's lost in thought that he catches the change in music late, noticing her approach only right before her arms reach around him. A smile breaks out as he holds back a chuckle.]
Is this another special service for people who interest you?
[And yet he still teases her!]
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She nudges herself gently against his back with a laugh, but she lifts her lips just far enough that she can brush her voice over his ears.]
No. This one I made special for you.
[And then she drops her head against his shoulder again as she slowly slides her arms back, as if she means to pull away from him.]
You don't want it? Could always take it back.
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[He tilts his head back slightly.]
It's tempting.
[And then he reaches back to grab her hand and half turns his body to face her, pulling her to him.]
What comes with it?
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Mmm, how does a dance with the best bartender this side of Midgar sound?
[He was the one who said it, not her!]
Maybe a kiss at the end, if he's lucky...
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[A knowing smile forms. So that was what she was after.]
We've only just met...how do you know I'm not already spoken for?
[He is really. REALLY making this difficult for her.]
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You don't seem the type to walk into a bar all alone and talk to the bartender like this if you were.
[Her fingers start to creep up his front and they adjust the collar of his jacket.]
You seem the loyal type.
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You're quite determined.
But you're right. [His hand still holding onto hers, fingertips slide over hers as he leans in a little closer, brushing over ring.] There's only one woman I'm devoted to.
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She's a lucky girl.
[As she feels the need to remind herself once more that she's the luckiest in this dreamworld, and the next.]
But I think... you owed her a dance too, didn't you?
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It seems I did. And she made quite an elaborate show to remind me. But... If she wants me to join her she has to get off me first.
[However, an arm slips around her waist to pull her closer as he leans in close enough for their lips to touch.]
Unless she'd rather do something else...?
[Terrible man.]
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She can feel his words and his breath warm and tickle her lips when he speaks, and tempting as it is to breach the distance and kiss, she still has some self-restraint left. Enough for her to move her eyes away from his lips to meet his eyes.]
Maybe later.
[Her arms slip around the back of his neck now and she leans back only far enough that their faces are no longer touching, using his shoulders as an anchor before she's giving him a gentle tug, and he'll see the deep flush in her cheeks clearly in the warm lighting of the bar.]
If he behaves.
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[He's moving back in again but this time he doesn't stop short—with both arms now around her, one slides lower down her back to her hips, and his mouth moves to the underside of her jaw, brushing and taking in some of her skin as he playfully nips her.
He couldn't resist. Her attempts to pull back and her flushed face only drew him in more. Of course he does intend to live up to his promise and give her the dance she wants, but it really is hard for him to not tease her a bit first.]
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With a purr in his ear, Tifa combs her fingers through his hair and allows him the space to move, and she even wiggles her hips in response. His lips and his teeth send a ripple of warmth that pools in the fire growing in her belly, and she affords herself a little more of it before she finally manages to string together something coherent.]
Then he'll have to pay for that drink.
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[His mouth travels down her neck, his hand running over her waistband all the way to the front.]
...Or maybe... [There's an audible click as he undoes the buckle.] ...He wants to have another first.
[Now he's really going to be salacious with his hand, slipping it down into her skort, sliding against her skin.]
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Both questions that are pushed to the pack of her mind as she tosses her head back with a sound of approval when he finds the more tender places on her neck, and the click of her belt under his fingers and the warm touch on her skin, and the music that plays slowly and quietly in the background could all unravel her right on the spot...
It comes close, and her fingers in his hair pull him closer, keeping his lips to her neck and urging him on, as she tries to force the words to spill out, but her husky voice betrays her.]
I'll still have to go make it, you know... That one won't be for free.
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No... It won't take you too long. [He lifts his face to be in front of hers, lips now brushing against hers.] I could have it right now...
[He is definitely not thinking of a normal drink as his hand slips further, slipping beneath the band of her underwear.........
Before pulling out as he gives her a soft peck on the lips and then pulls away completely.]
But you said you wanted a dance first.
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Her eyes very slowly flutter open to reveal the reds that have turned to a syrupy dark brown, darkened with the shadows of the lust swimming in her head... all thanks to him, and she stares at him with a fire that's slowly kindling behind them.
Before she, too, is pulling back, but Tifa takes his hands in hers.]
You owe me one, remember?
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[A light chuckle as he gently nuzzles her before finally sliding off the stool.]
And I do intend to keep it.
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She frees his hands now that he's on his feet so that she can slide the tables closest to the jukebox over to make some space. The bar is pretty open without them, and she doesn't think they'll need a lot of room, but better to be safe than sorry, right? Nothing for them to knock into if she decides she wants to be twirled or if he picks her up.
And then, Tifa lifts her hand to offer to him.]
What a gentleman.
[... Despite that her belt is still very much undone thanks to him.]
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It's for the wedding, right? Is there a certain kind of dance you have in mind?
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Um... mm-hm.
[What is she getting all flustered for now!? After all that?]
I wasn't sure. I don't know a lot of dances, to be honest, but... maybe something with a few twirls and spins?
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[His hands are lingering on her waistband, specifically that buckle, before he slowly slides them over to her sides.]
Twirls and spins...that would be the waltz, then. It's a simple, easy one to learn.
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The last time they "danced" was back in the Shakespeare dreamscape, wasn't it? Thinking back to it, it wasn't even a dance. Just swaying to the distant music...
She intends to change that for this wedding. It's just a matter of knowing where to start.]
You know how, yeah?
[She isn't so sure she knows all that well, but Tifa breaks into a smile all the same.]
You'll have to lead, won't you? I've seen how they do it in movies, and back in that dream, but... that's it.
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Do you remember the beat of the music? If you can choose something with the right tempo it'll help.
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[She passes a thoughtful look over to the jukebox.]
I don't think I have anything in there that's got the right tempo, but... there's nothing saying that we can't change that, right?
[This is a dream world, after all, so...
Without even touching it, there's a click from the jukebox again and the song that's currently playing fades away and is replaced with another that's more fitting for the occasion...]
How's that?
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