[Although he blinks at her tapping his nose with the soap and the suds still remain, he just smirks as he continues to push until he's right up near her hand...
...
And then flick the water to spray her face before leaning all the way back to his side of the tub, grinning.]
Like I said, I can handle your heat. It's the only kind I prefer.
[The splash garners a squeak of surprise out of her—though it's more a tiny shriek when it echoes through the room, and there may have been the tiniest twinge of disappointment when he pulls back from her. She may have been hoping for a little kiss... ... ...
But she'll be good and sit up when he moves, that flush now deep-seated in the apples of her cheeks, giving her face a light glow to it.]
Be careful what you wish for...
[Already, she's reaching back up for his hair again, not waiting another beat to start massaging and lathering it again, but maybe she's feeling a little more playful, or maybe she's getting back at him for being the sly wolf that he is...
But she starts to twist and curl the hair along with the soap, gathering it all together so that it sticks up over his head in a single peak like a soapy mountain.]
[Oh he knows what she wants and he is deliberately keeping it from her, so he can only continue to grin mischievously as he waits for her to return. Once she's close enough, he'll immediately lower his head once more, a low chuckle escaping him.]
That was because of the outside. Here... Just need to cool off the water again.
[Speaking of.
Going to just.
Give the water a bit of a cold "jolt" with some icy dreamotion suddenly rushing in.]
[Said jolt starts her enough that she jumps a little, a quiet gasp echoing off the water as it splashes around her, and when she quickly grasps for her composure again—]
Anyway...
[Before they got off track!!!]
If you really want to go up to the mountains, we can. We'll just have to find a way to keep ourselves cool on the way.
Tifa's massaging of his scalp pauses as she tilts her head at him, confused, before bursting into more giggles.]
Really?
[The fact that he says it with so much thought put into it... and at first, she can't tell if he's being serious before she realizes that yes, he most likely is. But okay fine, she'll humour it.]
Won't that take longer? And... do they even go all the way out there?
[She's going to shape that little peak into one that's more swirly, coiling the tip gently around her finger with a stifled grin. This looks so dumb...]
And we could always visit the springs again while we're up there...
[Another prospective date idea? Add it to the ever-growing list?]
[And keeping himself from turning back into that helpless puddle she found when she got home.
Her fingers lather through his hair one last time, making sure to give his ears a scratch, and she brings her palms together all the way to the end at the top of his head...
The tiniest little snort of laughter leaves her, even as she presses her lips together to stop it, when he lifts his head. The little mound that she had created topples so that it's more lopsided, but...
...
His hair looks like the top of a soft-serve ice cream cone.
....
And the thought alone has Tifa bursting into a fit of giggles.]
Frowning he'll first try to glance down in the water's reflection, but it's too soapy and rippling to really get anything, so he'll grab the mirror—]
.........You—
[While his voice is low and ominous, there's no malice whatsoever. Instead there's just a wicked grin and a gleam in his eye before the water splashes as he lunges out to grab her.]
[She has to hide her mouth behind her hand, but her whole body shakes with laughter as she waits for him to see...
As soon as he does—
There's a loud splash and a scream that was no doubt heard through the whole house when he grabs her. It gets soap smeared all over the side of her face and in her own hair, but she doesn't mind in the least, only sputtering a little bit to get it away from her lips before she can taste it... but she probably deserves it a little.
Instinctively, her own arms wrap around him for support as she falls further back into the water.]
[She laughs, pretending to kick and fight, but only enough to splash a little bit of water at him as he pulls her to him. Her body is entirely pliant, yielding to his every whim so she ends up leaning against him... though she may have decisively shoved her giant nest of hair into his face as payback... At least it's still soft!?]
You said it was creative...! How about we call it even there!?
[He has to move his face, but he just laughs... A little mischievously.]
Rejected.
[And with his legs now locked around her, he'll grab some of her shampoo and just. Lather up before bringing his hands to her hair, already working to try and wrangle it all together. Gently of course.]
[She still pretends to fight, her hands on his chest as if she means to push him away, but she only applies a little bit of force. Definitely not enough to do anything with...
But as soon as his fingers find her hair, it's like everything in her body stops working. Her fingers relax at his chest, her laughter and smile both relax, and her head dips forward with a low hum of approval. She always likes when he plays with her hair—whether it's washing it, brushing it, or simply running his fingers through it. It was always something special, and something that she would silently encourage him to do when she was too shy to ask for it otherwise.]
...Mmm, that's too bad...
[She mutters it under her breath.]
I've got too much hair to do anything with, though.
[Tifa makes a face at that. She's never had anyone describe her hair as malleable before—]
... I-is that bad?
[But she can feel him twirling and bending it, as if this is the first time he's seen or felt hair this long before. It's cute, but also... what does that mean!!!]
[Just a low almost playful hum as he continues to first run the shampoo through her hair, his fingers gently massaging her scalp, before...curling her hair around.]
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And then flick the water to spray her face before leaning all the way back to his side of the tub, grinning.]
Like I said, I can handle your heat. It's the only kind I prefer.
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But she'll be good and sit up when he moves, that flush now deep-seated in the apples of her cheeks, giving her face a light glow to it.]
Be careful what you wish for...
[Already, she's reaching back up for his hair again, not waiting another beat to start massaging and lathering it again, but maybe she's feeling a little more playful, or maybe she's getting back at him for being the sly wolf that he is...
But she starts to twist and curl the hair along with the soap, gathering it all together so that it sticks up over his head in a single peak like a soapy mountain.]
You could barely handle it out there.
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That was because of the outside. Here... Just need to cool off the water again.
[Speaking of.
Going to just.
Give the water a bit of a cold "jolt" with some icy dreamotion suddenly rushing in.]
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Anyway...
[Before they got off track!!!]
If you really want to go up to the mountains, we can. We'll just have to find a way to keep ourselves cool on the way.
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Underground... What if we used the underground cave system to travel instead?
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....?
Tifa's massaging of his scalp pauses as she tilts her head at him, confused, before bursting into more giggles.]
Really?
[The fact that he says it with so much thought put into it... and at first, she can't tell if he's being serious before she realizes that yes, he most likely is. But okay fine, she'll humour it.]
Won't that take longer? And... do they even go all the way out there?
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[Operation: Avoid the Heat By Any Means Possible.]
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[She runs her fingers through the peak that she's made with his hair, a small, amused smile curling her lips further.]
... I wonder if the dragon's island would be better this time of year.
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[Now what did she do...he feels an odd weight on the top of his head.]
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[She's going to shape that little peak into one that's more swirly, coiling the tip gently around her finger with a stifled grin. This looks so dumb...]
And we could always visit the springs again while we're up there...
[Another prospective date idea? Add it to the ever-growing list?]
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The hot springs?
[Tifa.
Tifa he to wants COOL down, not heat up.]
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Not all of them are hot springs...
[Or at least, she thinks so. Hot springs don't suit everyone's needs, and in this case, they would suit no one's!]
There should be regular pools too, you know! And even if there aren't, it would still be cooler up there. ... I think it would be nice.
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[He's skeptical, but she's not wrong. There may be normal pools, and if they were in the caves then it would be cooler...]
We could look into it.
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[And keeping himself from turning back into that helpless puddle she found when she got home.
Her fingers lather through his hair one last time, making sure to give his ears a scratch, and she brings her palms together all the way to the end at the top of his head...
...]
Aaaand done.
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As he lifts his head more fully, he frowns. Again his hair feels.... Weird.]
Did you do something?
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[And massage. You're welcome, hubby.
The tiniest little snort of laughter leaves her, even as she presses her lips together to stop it, when he lifts his head. The little mound that she had created topples so that it's more lopsided, but...
...
His hair looks like the top of a soft-serve ice cream cone.
....
And the thought alone has Tifa bursting into a fit of giggles.]
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What a liar—
Frowning he'll first try to glance down in the water's reflection, but it's too soapy and rippling to really get anything, so he'll grab the mirror—]
.........You—
[While his voice is low and ominous, there's no malice whatsoever. Instead there's just a wicked grin and a gleam in his eye before the water splashes as he lunges out to grab her.]
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As soon as he does—
There's a loud splash and a scream that was no doubt heard through the whole house when he grabs her. It gets soap smeared all over the side of her face and in her own hair, but she doesn't mind in the least, only sputtering a little bit to get it away from her lips before she can taste it... but she probably deserves it a little.
Instinctively, her own arms wrap around him for support as she falls further back into the water.]
What!? Don't you like it?
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It's creative I'll give it that. Only means we need to match.
[Tifa you played against he wrong wolf—]
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Wait, hang on—!
[She laughs, pretending to kick and fight, but only enough to splash a little bit of water at him as he pulls her to him. Her body is entirely pliant, yielding to his every whim so she ends up leaning against him... though she may have decisively shoved her giant nest of hair into his face as payback... At least it's still soft!?]
You said it was creative...! How about we call it even there!?
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Rejected.
[And with his legs now locked around her, he'll grab some of her shampoo and just. Lather up before bringing his hands to her hair, already working to try and wrangle it all together. Gently of course.]
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But as soon as his fingers find her hair, it's like everything in her body stops working. Her fingers relax at his chest, her laughter and smile both relax, and her head dips forward with a low hum of approval. She always likes when he plays with her hair—whether it's washing it, brushing it, or simply running his fingers through it. It was always something special, and something that she would silently encourage him to do when she was too shy to ask for it otherwise.]
...Mmm, that's too bad...
[She mutters it under her breath.]
I've got too much hair to do anything with, though.
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[And as he starts taking a long strand of it, he tries to bending it and... ...Wow.]
...And it's quite... Malleable.
[Fascinated, he curves it up and around like a ribbon...]
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... I-is that bad?
[But she can feel him twirling and bending it, as if this is the first time he's seen or felt hair this long before. It's cute, but also... what does that mean!!!]
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[Just a low almost playful hum as he continues to first run the shampoo through her hair, his fingers gently massaging her scalp, before...curling her hair around.]
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