[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...]
[Tifa slips her hand into his, and dips her face away.]
It was from a TV show I used to watch back in Midgar after I shut the bar down for the night. It was a sappy, romantic show about lords and ladies, and these big, fancy balls. ... It's not important.
[Even if it's no secret that Tifa is a romantic, talking about it is still embarrassing!!]
[Her gaze wanders to where their fingers are laced with one another's, and to the ring that sits snug on her finger, the aquamarine catching and sparkling in the light.]
[Her eyes go wide for a moment with realization before her whole expression softens.]
Right... That one.
[She knows the one. The one that started off as a terrifyingly fitting song that helped them both come to terms with their feelings when they were both too confused and scared to and then, as time went on, it slowly became... their song.
She's never had "that song" with someone before, but she feels her heart do a little flip at the thought.
Tifa surprises him by being the one to twirl him this time as the violin builds.]
What do you think about making that one our first dance...?
I could do it...! I could try writing up the sheet music with the piano. Maybe... you think Phantom would play it for us if we asked?
[Or is that asking for too much?]
I'm also thinking... maybe I could walk down the aisle to it, too.
[Even just thinking about doing that is making her stomach flutter with excitement and nervousness. Talking about walking down the aisle of her own wedding... Did she ever think she would see the day? And with this man?]
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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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It's good.
[He adjusts his hands to more properly hold her, and then—]
Where did you hear it from?
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[Tifa slips her hand into his, and dips her face away.]
It was from a TV show I used to watch back in Midgar after I shut the bar down for the night. It was a sappy, romantic show about lords and ladies, and these big, fancy balls. ... It's not important.
[Even if it's no secret that Tifa is a romantic, talking about it is still embarrassing!!]
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I'm surprised you didn't want to make our wedding more "royal" themed.
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I could've but...
[Her gaze wanders to where their fingers are laced with one another's, and to the ring that sits snug on her finger, the aquamarine catching and sparkling in the light.]
I wanted it to be... us themed.
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Us themed... I see.
[There's a soft smile as he leans in to lightly tap his forehead against hers, thinking of everything they've prepared for so far.]
I like that, too.
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Speaking of themes... We're gonna need to start thinking about what kinds of songs we want. Especially if people are going to be playing.
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[Slow, quick quick, slow, quick quick—and a turn.]
I don't really know many songs or music... Except one.
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Just the one?
[That's both a little bit surprising and not at all.]
Which song?
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The only one you like listening me sing to.
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Right... That one.
[She knows the one. The one that started off as a terrifyingly fitting song that helped them both come to terms with their feelings when they were both too confused and scared to and then, as time went on, it slowly became... their song.
She's never had "that song" with someone before, but she feels her heart do a little flip at the thought.
Tifa surprises him by being the one to twirl him this time as the violin builds.]
What do you think about making that one our first dance...?
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We could. Seems the most fitting for it. However... We'll need to figure out the music score for them to play.
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I could do it...! I could try writing up the sheet music with the piano. Maybe... you think Phantom would play it for us if we asked?
[Or is that asking for too much?]
I'm also thinking... maybe I could walk down the aisle to it, too.
[Even just thinking about doing that is making her stomach flutter with excitement and nervousness. Talking about walking down the aisle of her own wedding... Did she ever think she would see the day? And with this man?]
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