[It's a little surprising that he brought it up at all, or that it was on his mind. To wonder that, maybe, somewhere far in the deepest reaches of it, he still had that tiniest inkling of doubt when he is always so confident breaks her heart a little, but it's his words that mend it. Even if it isn't quite that, even if it is just a passing thought, the fact that it exists makes her wish that she could kiss it all away.]
Who knows...
[Her smile is audible in the gentle lull of her voice.]
This might not even be a dream someday. "Even once" can become as long as we want it to be...
[How, she still has no idea, but she's holding out for it. If there's anyone in this place who could find a way to do it—to give them a way for their dream selves to remain here together, it's Eustace, and there's nothing that could or would ever waver her confidence in him.]
[He can't help but smile at her words, gently nuzzling her before he lowers his face so that he can brush his lips first against the top of her head, then her nose, an then to her lips.]
You're right. This won't be just a fleeting dream for us.
[His voice lowers as he murmurs against her lips, just loud enough for her to hear.]
[He provokes a wider smile out of her that she lightly brushes across his lips. He's such a romantic, and she always feels special when she remembers that it's all just for her. That these words, that deep look in his eyes, the softness in his voice... all of that is for her. She's never felt more on top of the world when she feels this way, and she selfishly leans in to steal a kiss from him, but it's when she leans back to look Eustace in the eyes that he'll really see and hear the depth of that.]
I know you'll find a way.
[Her fingers curl along the sharp lines of his jaw, and she can't help herself. She steals one more kiss, this one deeper and more lingering than the last.]
You always do. It'll take time but... you... [She pauses, then shakes her head.] We can find it.
[She forgets sometimes that from here on out, everything they do in this world, they will do together. Even when they're apart, she knows that every choice, every action they will do with the other at heart. It's not as if they weren't doing so before, but knowing them, knowing the depth of their feelings for each other, she has no doubts that the feeling is only going to grow and flourish.
It's that realization that has Tifa almost on the verge of tears again, overwhelmed suddenly by the tide of emotions and love for him.]
I don't know how to thank you... for all this.
[She motions around them with her eyes, doing a sweep across the stars and the snow that dance together in that breeze. And she doesn't just mean this moment...]
Everything is so much more perfect than I imagined it would be. ... I think we might be ready.
[A soft smile, a lingering kiss that always keeps those burning feelings for her alive...and a light laugh as he gives a small shake of his head, eyes gazing down at her.]
We have been, for a while now. But...it's not just me...it's you, too. I'm only like this because of you.
[It's his turn to steal a kiss, this one a little longer...and quickly deepening as he no longer feels like talking, instead wanting to show her how much he loves and cares for her like they always tend to do.]
[He doesn't even give her the chance to respond, because whatever words she might have had waiting on the tip of her tongue, whatever sentiment she might have whispered quietly to him beneath the music is stolen away by a kiss—the kind that always leaves her breathless in the end, and seeking more.
Her arms circle around his neck to weave her fingers through his hair, and she presses her body as flush to his as she can be, eager to show him what she had meant to say, wanting to once again convey those sentiments back to him...
Tifa allows herself to part, and she can already feel her heart racing, and the music somehow seems louder in her head as it starts to shift into something else that is a little more fitting to the mood that his kiss had established, and to the fire that it set ablaze inside her.]
It's not all me either, you know...
[One hand slides down to rest over where she can feel his heart beating in his chest.]
I always knew... Maybe that's what drew me to you so much in the first place...
[This kindhearted, gentle, loving man that she could sense living beneath everything else.]
[A light, soft smile as he seeks out another kiss, his own fingers threading through her hair as they brush against the back of her head.]
How we are now...is only possible because of each other.
[no one else. There will never be another version as he is now without Tifa—he's sure of it. And with that thought he murmurs her name against her lips before taking them again, the heat and longing they always share transmitting through it.]
[The way he whispers her name like that sends a violent shudder through her, and the stars and snowflakes nearest them twinkle brighter. The music turns to noise in her head, and the only thing she can hear clearly is his voice as he says her name, and the breaths that he leaves across her lips before he's seizing them again with his.
This... all of this is just for them. Even on their wedding day when they vow themselves to one another in front of all of their friends, no one will see this. Their little world where only the two of them exist for each other. This tenderness and gentle love that no one else can ever see or know... It's far too special to be shared with anyone else, and Tifa wants to keep it that way.
Her swaying to the song stops so that she can lean her weight on him, seeking him out in every way that she possibly can. The snow clings to her thick lashes as her eyes flutter closed, and she pulls him to her in return in her desperate attempt to set that heat in their kiss ablaze. He left her no room to answer him, but with the way that her body arches to him, and the small, pleading noise in the back of her throat, he likely already knows what her answer is.
But her lips leave his anyway so that she can whisper his name in return.]
[Only a soft sound, a low rumble in his throat escapes him when she returns it all in her usual fervor. His arms wrap around her tighter, wanting to pull her even closer to him even if it's physically impossible. Greedily his tongue finds hers, their sounds the only thing that come to his mind, the music long forgotten.
And when she pulls away, it takes him a moment before he smirks a little.]
Yes...you do. A drink only you can make.
[His eyes gleam as they find hers before he takes her lips again, more roughly this time before his arms shift to suddenly lift her up.]
[Her laughter is drowned by his kiss, her arms wrap around his shoulders to anchor herself, and her legs circle around his waist to allow herself to be carried, never once breaking from his lips through all of that. A low purr shakes through her, goosebumps rising on her skin as the music quiets down for them, just enough that she can hear his breaths and her own heartbeat.]
... I'm going to need your help with that one.
[Tifa's eyes shimmer suggestively before they flit to the bar and then back to him, and her fingers toy with his hair.]
You know... I always wondered what it would be like...
She was really hoping he wouldn't make her say it, or that he would simply know just by virtue of where they're going, so she slowly lowers her face until it's buried into the crook of his neck.
....
Her voice is muffled and quiet, and he might even feel the heat she's suddenly giving off.]
A low rumble as he chuckles, the lights in the bar dimming as his footsteps seem louder as he walks steadily across the floor.]
Funny you should say that...
[He then sets her on the bar counter, deliberately lifting the hem of her dress up so that she would feel herself sitting directly on the cool surface. One hand languidly rests by her exposed thigh, the other slowly undoing the front of his suit as he looks up at her, that familiar dark tint in his eyes deepening as he smirks.]
[That look does things to her—it always does—but there's something about the way he sets her down so solidly on the bar's counter that sends an eager heat violently ripping through her, right down to her toes. She arches her body, revealing more of it to him and tosses her head back so that her hair spills and cascades across the bar...
Since they stepped foot into it together those many weeks ago, as she showed him and led him around by the hand, she's wondered... She woke up wondering, and spent the next day wondering... and in the back of her mind, she hadn't stopped thinking about what this might be like with him, and now that she's here, the polished wood of the bar cool against her, Tifa can't help the small noise of approval she makes when she hears his fingers working at his jacket, or when she feels them running over her skin.
Already, she's growing impatient, and as she rests her head back against the bar, biting down on her lip with a smile, she digs a heel gently into his hip.]
... Then get to it. It's already way past closing time.
[Another low chuckle as he loses the jacket, his shirt now open. But as he usually does, rather than immediately giving her what she wants, he's going to tease her mercilessly, his hand sliding up from the back of her calf to the inside of her knee to lift it up—]
...So I'll take my time.
[—so that his lips can run over the soft, smooth, skin while his teeth nip against the well-toned muscles. Further up and in he goes, his other hand pushing up the skirt of her dress to brush over her hip, navel, then back down...
...And as he said, he was first going to quench that "thirst" with a special "drink" that only she could create and only he could take. One that he has complete control in stimulating, taking his time as he savors her sweet taste, his fingers and tongue pushing her to the brink over and over again, making her come so close to grasping the stars before he finally lets her reach it.
Even though the music is faintly playing in the background, the only "song" he hears is the sound of her voice, and after he's had his fill it becomes a duet as his own voice joins hers so they can seek those stars together, reaching for that heavenly point that if they aren't careful could snap them awake. And each time the star-like lights burst and crackle before dimming again, the telltale flowers spreading all over the bar and the countertop to turn it into their own bed.
And yet, it's not enough. It never is with these two. They both, especially Eustace, want to give everything to each other, to connect their souls in this special, unique place where only they can be. And while being in a dream can be satisfying...it also deepens that want and hunger for the other.
Once it becomes clear they can't feel fully satisfied, they will leave the dream and continue with intense fervor and passion, the night and the conveyed feelings fueling them further. No matter how many times they confirm and profess their love, each time it always feels new, sends an overwhelming rush of emotions that Eustace cannot contain and loses himself to.
So by the time they feel content and satisfied, the sun will have already started to peek through their windows, and it would be sometime before they are able to wake up. Whether they want to get out...that is a different story. But regardless, there is an overwhelming peace, joy, and love that continues to envelope them, their tree continuing to blossom as if it were still spring instead of turning winter.]
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[It's a little surprising that he brought it up at all, or that it was on his mind. To wonder that, maybe, somewhere far in the deepest reaches of it, he still had that tiniest inkling of doubt when he is always so confident breaks her heart a little, but it's his words that mend it. Even if it isn't quite that, even if it is just a passing thought, the fact that it exists makes her wish that she could kiss it all away.]
Who knows...
[Her smile is audible in the gentle lull of her voice.]
This might not even be a dream someday. "Even once" can become as long as we want it to be...
[How, she still has no idea, but she's holding out for it. If there's anyone in this place who could find a way to do it—to give them a way for their dream selves to remain here together, it's Eustace, and there's nothing that could or would ever waver her confidence in him.]
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You're right. This won't be just a fleeting dream for us.
[His voice lowers as he murmurs against her lips, just loud enough for her to hear.]
For as long as the stars burn in the night sky...
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[He provokes a wider smile out of her that she lightly brushes across his lips. He's such a romantic, and she always feels special when she remembers that it's all just for her. That these words, that deep look in his eyes, the softness in his voice... all of that is for her. She's never felt more on top of the world when she feels this way, and she selfishly leans in to steal a kiss from him, but it's when she leans back to look Eustace in the eyes that he'll really see and hear the depth of that.]
I know you'll find a way.
[Her fingers curl along the sharp lines of his jaw, and she can't help herself. She steals one more kiss, this one deeper and more lingering than the last.]
You always do. It'll take time but... you... [She pauses, then shakes her head.] We can find it.
[She forgets sometimes that from here on out, everything they do in this world, they will do together. Even when they're apart, she knows that every choice, every action they will do with the other at heart. It's not as if they weren't doing so before, but knowing them, knowing the depth of their feelings for each other, she has no doubts that the feeling is only going to grow and flourish.
It's that realization that has Tifa almost on the verge of tears again, overwhelmed suddenly by the tide of emotions and love for him.]
I don't know how to thank you... for all this.
[She motions around them with her eyes, doing a sweep across the stars and the snow that dance together in that breeze. And she doesn't just mean this moment...]
Everything is so much more perfect than I imagined it would be. ... I think we might be ready.
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We have been, for a while now. But...it's not just me...it's you, too. I'm only like this because of you.
[It's his turn to steal a kiss, this one a little longer...and quickly deepening as he no longer feels like talking, instead wanting to show her how much he loves and cares for her like they always tend to do.]
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Her arms circle around his neck to weave her fingers through his hair, and she presses her body as flush to his as she can be, eager to show him what she had meant to say, wanting to once again convey those sentiments back to him...
Tifa allows herself to part, and she can already feel her heart racing, and the music somehow seems louder in her head as it starts to shift into something else that is a little more fitting to the mood that his kiss had established, and to the fire that it set ablaze inside her.]
It's not all me either, you know...
[One hand slides down to rest over where she can feel his heart beating in his chest.]
I always knew... Maybe that's what drew me to you so much in the first place...
[This kindhearted, gentle, loving man that she could sense living beneath everything else.]
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[A light, soft smile as he seeks out another kiss, his own fingers threading through her hair as they brush against the back of her head.]
How we are now...is only possible because of each other.
[no one else. There will never be another version as he is now without Tifa—he's sure of it. And with that thought he murmurs her name against her lips before taking them again, the heat and longing they always share transmitting through it.]
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This... all of this is just for them. Even on their wedding day when they vow themselves to one another in front of all of their friends, no one will see this. Their little world where only the two of them exist for each other. This tenderness and gentle love that no one else can ever see or know... It's far too special to be shared with anyone else, and Tifa wants to keep it that way.
Her swaying to the song stops so that she can lean her weight on him, seeking him out in every way that she possibly can. The snow clings to her thick lashes as her eyes flutter closed, and she pulls him to her in return in her desperate attempt to set that heat in their kiss ablaze. He left her no room to answer him, but with the way that her body arches to him, and the small, pleading noise in the back of her throat, he likely already knows what her answer is.
But her lips leave his anyway so that she can whisper his name in return.]
... I still owe you that second drink, you know.
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And when she pulls away, it takes him a moment before he smirks a little.]
Yes...you do. A drink only you can make.
[His eyes gleam as they find hers before he takes her lips again, more roughly this time before his arms shift to suddenly lift her up.]
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... I'm going to need your help with that one.
[Tifa's eyes shimmer suggestively before they flit to the bar and then back to him, and her fingers toy with his hair.]
You know... I always wondered what it would be like...
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[And he is already making his way back into the bar, the door nicely opening for them because dreamotion can be very convenient like that.]
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.....
She was really hoping he wouldn't make her say it, or that he would simply know just by virtue of where they're going, so she slowly lowers her face until it's buried into the crook of his neck.
....
Her voice is muffled and quiet, and he might even feel the heat she's suddenly giving off.]
On the bar...
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Hah.
A low rumble as he chuckles, the lights in the bar dimming as his footsteps seem louder as he walks steadily across the floor.]
Funny you should say that...
[He then sets her on the bar counter, deliberately lifting the hem of her dress up so that she would feel herself sitting directly on the cool surface. One hand languidly rests by her exposed thigh, the other slowly undoing the front of his suit as he looks up at her, that familiar dark tint in his eyes deepening as he smirks.]
I was already planning on it.
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Since they stepped foot into it together those many weeks ago, as she showed him and led him around by the hand, she's wondered... She woke up wondering, and spent the next day wondering... and in the back of her mind, she hadn't stopped thinking about what this might be like with him, and now that she's here, the polished wood of the bar cool against her, Tifa can't help the small noise of approval she makes when she hears his fingers working at his jacket, or when she feels them running over her skin.
Already, she's growing impatient, and as she rests her head back against the bar, biting down on her lip with a smile, she digs a heel gently into his hip.]
... Then get to it. It's already way past closing time.
~fin.
[Another low chuckle as he loses the jacket, his shirt now open. But as he usually does, rather than immediately giving her what she wants, he's going to tease her mercilessly, his hand sliding up from the back of her calf to the inside of her knee to lift it up—]
...So I'll take my time.
[—so that his lips can run over the soft, smooth, skin while his teeth nip against the well-toned muscles. Further up and in he goes, his other hand pushing up the skirt of her dress to brush over her hip, navel, then back down...
...And as he said, he was first going to quench that "thirst" with a special "drink" that only she could create and only he could take. One that he has complete control in stimulating, taking his time as he savors her sweet taste, his fingers and tongue pushing her to the brink over and over again, making her come so close to grasping the stars before he finally lets her reach it.
Even though the music is faintly playing in the background, the only "song" he hears is the sound of her voice, and after he's had his fill it becomes a duet as his own voice joins hers so they can seek those stars together, reaching for that heavenly point that if they aren't careful could snap them awake. And each time the star-like lights burst and crackle before dimming again, the telltale flowers spreading all over the bar and the countertop to turn it into their own bed.
And yet, it's not enough. It never is with these two. They both, especially Eustace, want to give everything to each other, to connect their souls in this special, unique place where only they can be. And while being in a dream can be satisfying...it also deepens that want and hunger for the other.
Once it becomes clear they can't feel fully satisfied, they will leave the dream and continue with intense fervor and passion, the night and the conveyed feelings fueling them further. No matter how many times they confirm and profess their love, each time it always feels new, sends an overwhelming rush of emotions that Eustace cannot contain and loses himself to.
So by the time they feel content and satisfied, the sun will have already started to peek through their windows, and it would be sometime before they are able to wake up. Whether they want to get out...that is a different story. But regardless, there is an overwhelming peace, joy, and love that continues to envelope them, their tree continuing to blossom as if it were still spring instead of turning winter.]