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[He's sorely tempted. Then again, he had been all night...or whenever he's with her. They only need that little touch, the brush of warmth, and he's already wanting more. To fully envelop himself in her warmth and at the same time wanting to smother her with his. One would think he would have better restraint, but it's so easy for them to fall into these kind of intimate moments. So easy to want to give and share in their seemingly endless love.

So he takes a long breath when she parts as he does try to restrain himself.]

Oh? Like what?

[And this time he's really not sure what she means as he also looks down at themselves. What are they missing...?]

[She closes her eyes and rests her head on his again and pours all her focus into the dream. Not the dreamscape itself, but on them. On him, and her, and everything she wants this moment to be...

There's a magical swirl of petals that accompanies it, and another flicker of the lights. And when the wind dies down, the music grows a little louder, and they'll find themselves still standing in the middle of the bar with stars scattered across the ceiling, shimmering against the black, but that isn't all that's changed.

The two of them have changed from their usual, more casual clothes into something fancier. Eustace, a black and gold suit, and Tifa is wearing a familiar short purple dress, and her crescent moon earring shimmers in the light.

When she opens her eyes again, she peers down and somewhere in the back of her mind, she is praying that this worked, so there's a heavy, relieved sigh when she sees that it did.]

... What do you think?

[His eyes widen in surprise as he watches everything change. It's transitional, and yet somehow instantaneous at the same time to the point that it's a little jarring. But when he looks down at themselves, sees them in the new change of clothes...especially how she looks, he can't help but smile.]

Beautiful.

[And now he really can't help but lean in and press his lips against hers, his fingers threading between hers for a tighter grip.]

...All of it.

[But most importantly, her. Not just how she looks, but this reflection of her sweet wishes and desires reflected in this dream.]

[She gladly accepts the kiss, returning it in kind as her fingers comb gently through his hair.]

I'm glad you like it...

[Tifa does lean back to admire the suit she's imagined him into. It's crisp, clean, simple, but the gold accents lining it make him look almost regal, especially under the dimmer lights and the sparkling stars on the ceiling.]

Figured if we're going to practice, we should at least set the right mood, yeah?

[The dreamotion is an important part of it, after all, and having the right atmosphere will help. Though, she has a feeling that everything will be ten times the size, brighter, and more explosive on the night of their wedding.

So, she rights herself again, and the song fades out near its end—only briefly, because the jukebox clicks, and it starts itself over.]

[He only smiles as he starts leading her into the song again, his eyes never leaving hers as she's really the only thing, the only person in his view and mind right now.]

Would you want me to be in a tux on the day? Or something more similar to my uniform?

[The stars swirl around themselves each time they spin, little flames and arcs of lightning leap through the air and whip the snowflakes around, creating a glittering sort of veil around them as he leads her once more into their steps. But as beautiful as everything else is, she finds it harder and harder to take her eyes away from his with the way they hold her captive...

It's only when his question prompts her to look at his suit, and she bites her lip as she imagines him in either...]

Would your uniform be easy to dance in?

[She's always thought it looked a little heavy...]

I can move in either.

[He's trained himself to be able to adapt in any situation with his armor, so it's never cumbersome no matter where he is or what he's doing.]

It would need changes though... [More small musings.] Unlike other military organizations, Society doesn't have a lot of a formal uniforms as there were less need of them. Might be easier to have an alternate version of it designed instead.

But it's whatever you want.

[Here he goes again with the "whatever she wants" thing. She smiles up at him with a touch of loving exasperation... but she isn't going to argue about that. Not right now, at least. The moment is too perfect for her to ruin it with some silly "what about you" argument.]

You too... [Is all she says on the matter before she's tilting her head at him.] I... kind of like the idea of you in your uniform, to be honest.

[She had said a nice white tuxedo earlier, but now that he's planted that seed in her head, it's already starting to grow. She hasn't forgotten how good he looks in it. And an alternate version of it designed, he says...]

What about... one in white?

White...

[A low hum.]

It would be more fitting. [And then he looks at her.] Should we try it now?

[And then a grin as he leans closer.]

Or should it be kept a surprise? Like your dress.

[He has no idea what kind of dress she's going to wear, so maybe it would be a bit of fun if she doesn't know how he'll look either.]

[When he leans in like that, she tips her head away, but she surprises him with a sudden, quick peck on the lips.]

I think a surprise would be more fun, don't you?

[She knows that isn't a tradition—that it's typically the bride's dress that everyone can't see until the day, but for Tifa, she'd rather wait until she sees him standing at the altar to see it for the first time, too.]

Makes it more exciting.

[A small laugh at her peck, and after she speaks he moves in to capture her lips for a firmer, longer kiss before eventually pulling away.]

...Then I'll surprise you. Try not to get too impatient.

[Does that have a double meaning? Because when he pulls away from that kiss, she is definitely feeling that.]

... I already am.

[For a number of reasons, and not just for the wedding. But mostly the wedding...]

It's coming up on us so fast, but... it kinda still doesn't feel quick enough.

I know.

[He removes his hand from her waist only so that he can gently cup her cheek with his palm, thumb gently brushing against her skin just beneath her lip.]

I never thought I'd be looking forward to something as much as this.

[It's not like they really need it, either. They really are practically married. So with a light smirk he leans in again, his lips brushing against hers as he murmurs in a low voice.]

Should we just elope?

[He's half joking. It's definitely not the first time this has been thrown out between them.]

[Her hand lightly swats at his chest.]

You know how much I want to, but...

[She presses her smile to his lips.]

You also know that everyone would come for us if we didn't have the wedding.

[Reverein's first, and all of their friends are looking forward to celebrating with them. And Tifa's expression softens as they twirl around, and a flicker of electricity literally sparks between them.]

After everything, I think... we could all use it.

Hm... Maybe so.

[A soft smile as he sends her out for a spin before pulling her back in, twisting her around so that her back is against him with his arm trapping her around her waist.]

But...we could always elope to make it "official" and still hold the ceremony.

[His lips move down from her ear to her neck.]

No one would have to know...

[Oh, this is a new move... and she's visibly surprised by it with a tiny gasp, but she goes along with it, sliding her hands over his arms as they wrap around her from behind.]

Where would we go to make it official?

[Wouldn't Trahearne at least find out? But in the very back of her mind, the longer they dance together, the more she's humouring the idea.]

Honestly, I don't even know if there is an official registrar for this. I looked into it, but given that there is no established government... It really does seem just formality in creating some kind of certificate just to have.

[All the more reason they should just elope—]

I guess I wouldn't mind having something...

[Just to make it more official, because they really are completely and utterly married in every other sense of the word besides a certificate or some kind of registration.

She sways with him for a big with her back tucked to his chest, and she savours his warmth, basking in it as much as she can before they inevitably move again. Little stars twinkle around her, and she reaches out to touch one of them, and it bursts into a tiny firework of golden glitter.]

Then again... [she gently prods.] It would make the day more special...

[He looks down at her before he lets out a soft sigh, his face lowering to rest against hers before they move.]

All right, you win.

[As always.]

I suppose it is worthy of being special.

[A light wry grin before he spins her around in place so that they can face each other again.]

[Her expression is soft, affectionate, and it carries that same gentleness that she always has when she looks up at him.]

It's going to be the best day...

[And there's nothing that will stop it from being that. She's already riding that high, and if there's one thing that she's learned, it's that the positive emotions always outweigh anything negative that could try to creep its way in. Luck be damned, she is going to make sure that absolutely nothing ruins this day.

Speaking of, she looks around them.]

We need to show all this off anyway. What do you think...? Should we make it a little more explosive?

[As the song slowly begins to climb to what she knows is the climax.]

[He gives her a wry grin.]

Explosive? Do you think that's a safe idea?

[Some light ribbing as he teases her about her questionable control over her dreamotion.]

[Excuse you!? She leans back to give him a playfully offended gasp.]

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, Miss Fireball, you don't exactly have a great track record when it comes to your emotions...

[Oh he's definitely making fun of her now.]

[She pouts and puffs out her cheeks at him in a sad attempt at defiance, but it only takes her seconds to break with a small, gentle laugh.]

And whose fault is that, huh? Maybe if someone didn't make me fall in love with him, this wouldn't be a problem, would it?

[If someone didn't make her feel things so strongly all the time!]

Make you? [A grin.] You did that all on your own.

[He just, you know, helped a bit in making her realize it. Also he has strong feelings but he doesn't go around electrocuting things all the time!!]

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