[There's a sharper nip in response, teeth digging deeper into her skin as he sucks hard before he releases her, only to suddenly lift her up in his arms. Staring up at her, there's a dangerous glare in his eyes.]
More?
[He takes the few steps to carry her to the bed before he drops her on it, immediately following after as he looks over her.]
[He is rewarded with two very surprised gasps. Once, when he lifts her, and then another when he drops her onto her back where she sinks into the mattress, that spot on her neck already bruising a deeper red as she blushes up at him, a hand moving up to cover half her face.
She really does feel like a little rabbit right now, trapped once more in between a wall and the hungry teeth of a wolf.]
Well, some of it...
[It doesn't have to be all, but she has a feeling that once they do get started, neither of them will want to leave.]
We can just... do a little more in a dream than we can here.
[Her eyes glance to her bedside table, where a book sits. "Insatiable", it's called, a book about a vampire and a human girl who fall in love, though the cover seems to suggest it is about more than just love...]
[She doesn't mean to arch up into his hand as it travels, her breath growing hot, her pulse quickening, and she opens her eyes to meet his, only to regret it when the contact of his fingers over the lace makes her huff out a soft, longing moan.]
... Yes.
[Her eyes flutter up at him, wide and round and pleading.]
[His hand stops teasing her chest, only to slide down her waist to her navel and then to the band of her underwear.]
...But don't expect me to just fall asleep right away.
[As he lowers his face closer to hers, he'll also pull down on the lace, letting his knuckles drag against the soft flesh slowly becoming more exposed.]
[Her hips lift slightly off the bed, both asking for and seeking more contact, his knuckles leaving trails of heat over her exposed skin, warming her only after the cooler air hits it.]
... I gotta save some energy, you know.
[Though, in spite of her protests and the way her muscles tighten, her body and the sounds she makes grow more pliant, her fingers fisting the sheets in her suppressed bliss, now that he understands what it is she actually wants.]
Dreamscapes can take a lot out of me. Especially these kinds.
[And that's all he'll say before he descends upon her like a ravenous wolf after the rabbit who dressed itself up so nicely for him on silver platter—because that's exactly how it was. Really, she should have known that he wouldn't have been resist. Would any man, really? While she may have wanted what was to come in the dreamscape, there was no way Eustace would have been able to simply just say, "Okay, let's go sleep" without acting first. While they can do many different things in dreams... It does not compare to the heat and pleasure of reality.
Still, he'll be considerate. As he said, he'll allow her little idea. The thing with the costume aside, the idea itself is... Well, he may still feel some discomfort, but since this is her choice and what she wants, he can set it aside. It's different when he'll be in control of himself and everything will be consensual between them.
She can just consider his little "attack" right now as a warm-up. A little preview to "whet" their appetites, so to speak. He knows he'll certainly not be satisfied after this first round... Or two. It won't be until he's already marked her skin with his the usual patterns, not only her neck but on her back and chest, and when she's reached that state of bliss that if left alone could easily make one drift asleep. Usually they would keep going... But since she wants her little dream play, he'll let her be.
He'll wait for her to sleep, one arm tucked beneath her head as his other hand idly plays with her hair, watching her. And once she's fallen completely, he'll wait a little longer still so that she can make her little dream.]
...Bold little rabbit.
[A low murmur as he lets the strands slip between his fingers so he can trace her cheek, brush her bruised lips, and down to her neck.]
I won't go easy on you.
[And only after he gives a small, playful bite to her nose will he lower himself and wrap his arms around her, pulling her close to him as relishes the heat of her skin against his before he lets his eyes fall.
...Truthfully, he's far from satisfied, but he'll have to endure and rather than enter through sleeping, he'll actively dreamwalk into her dreamscape, wondering what she could have conjured up...]
[He makes good on that promise... several times over. Just when Tifa thought they were done, he comes back for more, and who is she to say no? She always was weak to him, especially so when he comes in for the attack the way he does tonight. Never mind that her head was already spinning with ideas, imaginings, and fantasies of her own, only serving to heighten the excitement and the thrill for the promise of what's to come.
He is right, though—no matter the sort of freedom that they have in their dreams, the hundreds of endless possibilities there are, nothing compares to the heat, the pleasure, the intimacy that they can reach outside of one... where the truest forms of their souls can connect... So, of course she won't protest. Of course, she will meet him with equal enthusiasm and fervor because at the end of the day, she loves him no matter where they are, what universe they are in. Perhaps all of this isn't just a selfish want for herself, but a gift for him as well...
And if this is just the appetizer, the preview, then she wonders what he might do for the main course.
It's no wonder that she falls asleep so easily, though not a surprise. After a long, exhausting, but fun day, and then being sent into that state of content bliss, wrapped up in his warmth and the heat of the bruises he's left behind, the sweet scent of them mixed with the starflowers that have changed to shimmer a deep crimson through their room, her body takes to that deep sleep without any effort at all.
And how the scape that she dreams up comes so easily to her, too.
When Eustace enters, he will find himself at the front door of a large, dim manor, a wide staircase greeting him in front, and hallways leading to the left and right. There are candelabras with flames flickering all over the walnut walls, and the home is dead silent...
...
Not a peep.
Which means that he will have to find her somewhere inside.]
[Stepping into the dreamscape, he feels the cool, night air bristles past him, causing his cloak to flutter behind him. Glancing down, he takes note of his attire...and it is indeed the same vampire costume from before, which is strangely similar if not completely identical to the one he had back in his world. He still never quite understood how that happened...
But in any case, he just checks himself for a moment before he feels something a little strange about his canines. Running his tongue over them, he realizes they are much...sharper than usual.
...]
...Really going all out on this...
[A little strange, but he still smiles a little in amusement.
After finishing checking himself, he steps forward towards the door, which slowly opens for him. Well, that's clearly his invitation, isn't it? Stepping through, he takes a curious glance around the manor. So quiet...silent...]
Hm... So you want me to hunt you, is that it?
[A light quirk of his lips before he walks further in, the door closing silently behind him. While the wide staircase is an obvious choice....... He's going to take a left. He'll either find her quickly or keep her waiting, and he'd rather take his time if possible. After giving her that little appetizer, he knows she'll be wanting for much more.
Little does he know that something else is watching him from the shadows...]
[He won't find her quite yet. Just a bunch of dusty old rooms that look like they haven't been used in a long, long time with dust and cobwebs making a home in them. Crates and boxes, old furniture, all the sort of things one might find in an old manor just like this one.
As for Tifa, she is wandering elsewhere in the house. She's found herself in what "appears to be" a bedroom. She really shouldn't act so surprised—she was the one who put all of this here, mimicking the description in her book as closely as she could. It's a classic vampire's room—a large four-poster bed with silky red sheets, a matching lounge on the other side of the room, a mini-bar with bottles of red wine to decorate it...
There may be a few other things scattered about... that she added... but he will have to discover them on his own when he finds her.
For now, she will wait patiently, exploring the room to her heart's content... though, it feels as though it might beat right out of her chest with how quickly it's moving with anticipation buzzing all across her body. The thrill of wondering when he might enter the dream and find her. Though, she has a feeling it won't take long.
And, to help him out a little, she'll "accidentally" drop a pair of cuffs to the floor, and in the distance from above, he'll hear the sound of something made of steel clattering. Oops.]
[As he's looking around with some curiosity and given how far he walked...
...
He doesn't hear the hint. However, given that he doesn't really see any sign of her, he's already turning around to make his way back to the foyer, still taking his time to see how restless he can make her.
However, as he passes a darkened area, he feels something prick the back of his neck, like a bite. Alarmed he whirls around and rubs the back of his neck, but he doesn't see or feel anything. Nothing except a cool wind and a strange chill along his skin.
...
Is it part of the dream...? The setting?
He feels strangely unsettled, but not sensing anything else and since no actual blood was drawn, he continues walking forward.
Unaware of the two small holes hidden beneath his hair, a purple glow sealing them shut with black smoke.]
[Tifa runs to the locked door to press her ear to it, listening for his familiar gait in the halls... though she can't quite pick it up. So, she paces around the room, that heat that had pooled in her belly only growing hotter as she's forced to wait.
What for? She could just go look for him, run to him and give herself away, but that would ruin part of the fun, and the whole point of this dreamscape, wouldn't it? She wants him to look for her, wants him to find her, and when he does...
She glances at the wine with a bite to her lip before she finds herself at the door again, opening it just a crack.
...
And wincing when a soft creeeak echoes into the front hall.]
[He had just neared the entrance to the foyer when he hears that creeeeeak, his ears pricking at the sound. Glancing up at the floor above, he smirks.
Of course it would be upstairs. And yet...
Slowly he'll ascend the stairs...idly wondering if he has any special "vampire abilities" the stories like to write about. Abilities that he's not so sure the vampires of his world share. But he takes his time, making Tifa wait even more, and as he nears the top of the stairs he feels a strange throb at the back of his neck. Again he frowns, briefly rubbing it, but it goes away just as quickly.
His thoughts are further distracted when he can now catch her scent, something sweet and enticing coming from where the partially opened door is. He looks down it, eyes unknowingly gleaming....
...
Before he turns the other direction and deliberately walks away, smirking to himself.]
[No special powers... Tifa is a simple girl with simple desires, and right now, she desires her husband to come and find her before even she loses her patience.
And there's a light tingle when she hears his footsteps coming up the stairs, that tiny ache growing again, and she quickly rushes away from the door to pretend like she had been doing something else—examining the tapestries or the sheets that are way fancier than anything she's ever slept on—before he can come in.
...
....?
Except that he doesn't.
Listening, his footsteps seem to be going away from the bedroom?
There's no way that he would not even notice her there? He'd at least be able to hear her or catch that familiar scent of vanilla and starflowers.
With a pout, she tiptoes to the door and peeks through the crack, and when she doesn't see him, she slips out into the dimly lit landing. She looks around but there's no sign of Eustace anywhere anymore...
Ah, he wants to play too, huh?
So, she follows the direction his footsteps had led her down the hall to see if she can find him, quietly tiptoeing after.]
[He doesn't need vampire abilities to hear and sense her coming. He could hear the sound of the door, and as quiet as she tries to be, his sensitive hearing picks up the soft, otherwise silent footfalls of her steps. But for whatever reason, perhaps because of being a vampire (or so he thinks), he again picks up her scent...
But it's different.
It's not just her physical scent, which carries that sweet fragrance of their starflowers, but something else. Something.... That actually makes his throat dry and almost makes him want to turn and rush at her now.
Almost.
It's a strange feeling, but again he thinks it's just the setting of the dream. Hungry vampire thirsting for his next meal and all. Makes sense, anyway, and with the "prey" being his own wife, well. Only natural he would have other "thirsts" as well.
Yet he doesn't want to make this too easy for her still. Knowing she wants him in a certain location, he'll lure her farther away still. Give her some distance to "run" should she want that kind of chase, and if not, well. Just more ways to prolong the inevitable. And he could have a little bit of fun, too...
So Tifa will find herself walking for a while, Eustace still nowhere to be seen. But it grows darker, the candlights so dim she can barely see, and a strange chill seeps into the air.]
[Still, Tifa continues down the halls with her now in pursuit of him. How he managed to turn the tables on her, she doesn't know but he somehow always finds a way to surprise her. If this were real, she should be afraid... she would be, of that strange chill that seeps into the air, of the way that the candles dim, of the darkness and the silence that follows her and clings to her...
But for this, it just makes it that much more thrilling. She could control it, but she chooses to let him play, too, even as she tiptoes through the long, dark hall, listening for his footsteps. And with how fast her heart is racing, she wonders if maybe he's gained some ability to hear it. To smell the way her blood thunders through her veins until it all pools into the ache that he started before they even entered the dream.
She's unafraid as she continues her own hunt, stopping to check in every other room only to find the same things—dusty crates and boxes, cobwebs, and a few items she wouldn't dare speak of aloud, but she'd read about in her books.
Even though she knows he can probably hear her, when the floorboard creaks under her feet, it makes jump, her gasp echoing louder than the squeak of the wood through the corridor.
If she wasn't on edge before, she certainly is now, her pulse quickening and a shiver running through her bones as she gathers the skirt of her old-fashioned dress in her hands and presses onward.
[It's then that she'll hear it—the loud flutter of a cape, followed by the blur of a large shadow, the movements strong enough to cause a current in the air that extinguishes all the candles around her.]
[One thing after another startles her—the flutter, the shadow, the wind that blows out all of the candles until she's left in the dark...
...
Though she doesn't call out to him like she normally would. And, after a light, playful grin, her heart hammering now in her chest, Tifa puts on the act of being an innocent girl who just seems to have lost her way as she whirls around.]
[She whirls around at that tingly heat along the back of her neck, trying to bite back that smile when she doesn't see him, because no—that isn't part of this! She isn't supposed to be giggling or flushed, though the latter can't be helped. A good thing that it's so much darker in here now.]
N-no...!
[If only she was as good at acting as she was at punching things. There's a pause as she tries to remember the (very cliché) beginning of the book.]
I got a little lost... in the woods, and came here to seek shelter from the rain...!
[Her back goes taut when she feels his touch up her spine, sending shivers and goosebumps rising all over her as she continues to spin to the sound of his voice. Her heart may very well find its way out of her at the rate that it's going, so fast that she can barely keep up with the flutter it stirs in her stomach with excitement.]
[He really shouldn't be having as much fun as he is, but Eustace quietly chuckles before an arm wraps around her from behind, right beneath her chest as a white gloved hand already sliding firmly up the front of her throat as he tilts her head away from him, lips right by her ear.]
[She shouldn't be so surprised by it, but when she feels him press to her back, his hand finding her throat, she stiffens with a gasp, her body instinctively arching towards him.
Tifa tries to keep the breathlessness out of her voice, but it's his right in her ear, his own breath hot against the sensitive flesh there that has her failing terribly again at doing so.
How long will she actually be able to keep up this little act, she wonders?]
[Low, quiet words as her scent fills him now that he's so close. His fingers slowly slide and trace over the artery whose pulse beats so strongly beneath his touch. A strange ache fills him, that wanton desire for her taste almost overwhelming.
Almost.]
...So what can you offer me?
[He asks as the hand at her chest starts to move and rove higher towards the front where those hooks lie, fingers already forcibly tugging at them—but only to tease, not pull them apart yet.]
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More?
[He takes the few steps to carry her to the bed before he drops her on it, immediately following after as he looks over her.]
And you want it all in a dream.
[Wife.]
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She really does feel like a little rabbit right now, trapped once more in between a wall and the hungry teeth of a wolf.]
Well, some of it...
[It doesn't have to be all, but she has a feeling that once they do get started, neither of them will want to leave.]
We can just... do a little more in a dream than we can here.
[Her eyes glance to her bedside table, where a book sits. "Insatiable", it's called, a book about a vampire and a human girl who fall in love, though the cover seems to suggest it is about more than just love...]
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...
Really, his wife.
Slowly his eyes move from the cover to her eyes before he drops the book just above her, the sound and weight of the book heavy.]
So.
[His hand lowers to touch the red bruise darkening on her neck—]
You want to...act out...
[—glide down her front past her collarbone—]
...and do some kind of vampire "play" in a dream...
[—to her cleavage where he'll pull down the front of that black lace to reveal more of her skin—]
........and you thought to convince me dressed like this?
[—before swiping over the lace where his fingertips would find and roughly touch and rub the dark peak just barely hidden beneath.]
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... Yes.
[Her eyes flutter up at him, wide and round and pleading.]
Is it working?
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[His hand stops teasing her chest, only to slide down her waist to her navel and then to the band of her underwear.]
...But don't expect me to just fall asleep right away.
[As he lowers his face closer to hers, he'll also pull down on the lace, letting his knuckles drag against the soft flesh slowly becoming more exposed.]
Nor you.
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... I gotta save some energy, you know.
[Though, in spite of her protests and the way her muscles tighten, her body and the sounds she makes grow more pliant, her fingers fisting the sheets in her suppressed bliss, now that he understands what it is she actually wants.]
Dreamscapes can take a lot out of me. Especially these kinds.
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...I'll spare you some.
[And that's all he'll say before he descends upon her like a ravenous wolf after the rabbit who dressed itself up so nicely for him on silver platter—because that's exactly how it was. Really, she should have known that he wouldn't have been resist. Would any man, really? While she may have wanted what was to come in the dreamscape, there was no way Eustace would have been able to simply just say, "Okay, let's go sleep" without acting first. While they can do many different things in dreams... It does not compare to the heat and pleasure of reality.
Still, he'll be considerate. As he said, he'll allow her little idea. The thing with the costume aside, the idea itself is... Well, he may still feel some discomfort, but since this is her choice and what she wants, he can set it aside. It's different when he'll be in control of himself and everything will be consensual between them.
She can just consider his little "attack" right now as a warm-up. A little preview to "whet" their appetites, so to speak. He knows he'll certainly not be satisfied after this first round... Or two. It won't be until he's already marked her skin with his the usual patterns, not only her neck but on her back and chest, and when she's reached that state of bliss that if left alone could easily make one drift asleep. Usually they would keep going... But since she wants her little dream play, he'll let her be.
He'll wait for her to sleep, one arm tucked beneath her head as his other hand idly plays with her hair, watching her. And once she's fallen completely, he'll wait a little longer still so that she can make her little dream.]
...Bold little rabbit.
[A low murmur as he lets the strands slip between his fingers so he can trace her cheek, brush her bruised lips, and down to her neck.]
I won't go easy on you.
[And only after he gives a small, playful bite to her nose will he lower himself and wrap his arms around her, pulling her close to him as relishes the heat of her skin against his before he lets his eyes fall.
...Truthfully, he's far from satisfied, but he'll have to endure and rather than enter through sleeping, he'll actively dreamwalk into her dreamscape, wondering what she could have conjured up...]
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He is right, though—no matter the sort of freedom that they have in their dreams, the hundreds of endless possibilities there are, nothing compares to the heat, the pleasure, the intimacy that they can reach outside of one... where the truest forms of their souls can connect... So, of course she won't protest. Of course, she will meet him with equal enthusiasm and fervor because at the end of the day, she loves him no matter where they are, what universe they are in. Perhaps all of this isn't just a selfish want for herself, but a gift for him as well...
And if this is just the appetizer, the preview, then she wonders what he might do for the main course.
It's no wonder that she falls asleep so easily, though not a surprise. After a long, exhausting, but fun day, and then being sent into that state of content bliss, wrapped up in his warmth and the heat of the bruises he's left behind, the sweet scent of them mixed with the starflowers that have changed to shimmer a deep crimson through their room, her body takes to that deep sleep without any effort at all.
And how the scape that she dreams up comes so easily to her, too.
When Eustace enters, he will find himself at the front door of a large, dim manor, a wide staircase greeting him in front, and hallways leading to the left and right. There are candelabras with flames flickering all over the walnut walls, and the home is dead silent...
...
Not a peep.
Which means that he will have to find her somewhere inside.]
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But in any case, he just checks himself for a moment before he feels something a little strange about his canines. Running his tongue over them, he realizes they are much...sharper than usual.
...]
...Really going all out on this...
[A little strange, but he still smiles a little in amusement.
After finishing checking himself, he steps forward towards the door, which slowly opens for him. Well, that's clearly his invitation, isn't it? Stepping through, he takes a curious glance around the manor. So quiet...silent...]
Hm... So you want me to hunt you, is that it?
[A light quirk of his lips before he walks further in, the door closing silently behind him. While the wide staircase is an obvious choice....... He's going to take a left. He'll either find her quickly or keep her waiting, and he'd rather take his time if possible. After giving her that little appetizer, he knows she'll be wanting for much more.
Little does he know that something else is watching him from the shadows...]
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As for Tifa, she is wandering elsewhere in the house. She's found herself in what "appears to be" a bedroom. She really shouldn't act so surprised—she was the one who put all of this here, mimicking the description in her book as closely as she could. It's a classic vampire's room—a large four-poster bed with silky red sheets, a matching lounge on the other side of the room, a mini-bar with bottles of red wine to decorate it...
There may be a few other things scattered about... that she added... but he will have to discover them on his own when he finds her.
For now, she will wait patiently, exploring the room to her heart's content... though, it feels as though it might beat right out of her chest with how quickly it's moving with anticipation buzzing all across her body. The thrill of wondering when he might enter the dream and find her. Though, she has a feeling it won't take long.
And, to help him out a little, she'll "accidentally" drop a pair of cuffs to the floor, and in the distance from above, he'll hear the sound of something made of steel clattering. Oops.]
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...
He doesn't hear the hint. However, given that he doesn't really see any sign of her, he's already turning around to make his way back to the foyer, still taking his time to see how restless he can make her.
However, as he passes a darkened area, he feels something prick the back of his neck, like a bite. Alarmed he whirls around and rubs the back of his neck, but he doesn't see or feel anything. Nothing except a cool wind and a strange chill along his skin.
...
Is it part of the dream...? The setting?
He feels strangely unsettled, but not sensing anything else and since no actual blood was drawn, he continues walking forward.
Unaware of the two small holes hidden beneath his hair, a purple glow sealing them shut with black smoke.]
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What for? She could just go look for him, run to him and give herself away, but that would ruin part of the fun, and the whole point of this dreamscape, wouldn't it? She wants him to look for her, wants him to find her, and when he does...
She glances at the wine with a bite to her lip before she finds herself at the door again, opening it just a crack.
...
And wincing when a soft creeeak echoes into the front hall.]
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Of course it would be upstairs. And yet...
Slowly he'll ascend the stairs...idly wondering if he has any special "vampire abilities" the stories like to write about. Abilities that he's not so sure the vampires of his world share. But he takes his time, making Tifa wait even more, and as he nears the top of the stairs he feels a strange throb at the back of his neck. Again he frowns, briefly rubbing it, but it goes away just as quickly.
His thoughts are further distracted when he can now catch her scent, something sweet and enticing coming from where the partially opened door is. He looks down it, eyes unknowingly gleaming....
...
Before he turns the other direction and deliberately walks away, smirking to himself.]
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And there's a light tingle when she hears his footsteps coming up the stairs, that tiny ache growing again, and she quickly rushes away from the door to pretend like she had been doing something else—examining the tapestries or the sheets that are way fancier than anything she's ever slept on—before he can come in.
...
....?
Except that he doesn't.
Listening, his footsteps seem to be going away from the bedroom?
There's no way that he would not even notice her there? He'd at least be able to hear her or catch that familiar scent of vanilla and starflowers.
With a pout, she tiptoes to the door and peeks through the crack, and when she doesn't see him, she slips out into the dimly lit landing. She looks around but there's no sign of Eustace anywhere anymore...
Ah, he wants to play too, huh?
So, she follows the direction his footsteps had led her down the hall to see if she can find him, quietly tiptoeing after.]
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But it's different.
It's not just her physical scent, which carries that sweet fragrance of their starflowers, but something else. Something.... That actually makes his throat dry and almost makes him want to turn and rush at her now.
Almost.
It's a strange feeling, but again he thinks it's just the setting of the dream. Hungry vampire thirsting for his next meal and all. Makes sense, anyway, and with the "prey" being his own wife, well. Only natural he would have other "thirsts" as well.
Yet he doesn't want to make this too easy for her still. Knowing she wants him in a certain location, he'll lure her farther away still. Give her some distance to "run" should she want that kind of chase, and if not, well. Just more ways to prolong the inevitable. And he could have a little bit of fun, too...
So Tifa will find herself walking for a while, Eustace still nowhere to be seen. But it grows darker, the candlights so dim she can barely see, and a strange chill seeps into the air.]
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But for this, it just makes it that much more thrilling. She could control it, but she chooses to let him play, too, even as she tiptoes through the long, dark hall, listening for his footsteps. And with how fast her heart is racing, she wonders if maybe he's gained some ability to hear it. To smell the way her blood thunders through her veins until it all pools into the ache that he started before they even entered the dream.
She's unafraid as she continues her own hunt, stopping to check in every other room only to find the same things—dusty crates and boxes, cobwebs, and a few items she wouldn't dare speak of aloud, but she'd read about in her books.
Even though she knows he can probably hear her, when the floorboard creaks under her feet, it makes jump, her gasp echoing louder than the squeak of the wood through the corridor.
If she wasn't on edge before, she certainly is now, her pulse quickening and a shiver running through her bones as she gathers the skirt of her old-fashioned dress in her hands and presses onward.
Where, oh where, has her husband gone?]
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...
Though she doesn't call out to him like she normally would. And, after a light, playful grin, her heart hammering now in her chest, Tifa puts on the act of being an innocent girl who just seems to have lost her way as she whirls around.]
... Who's there!?
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...
And then feel a sudden heat behind her, right at her neck.]
You don't know?
[And he'll disappear again just as she turns around.]
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N-no...!
[If only she was as good at acting as she was at punching things. There's a pause as she tries to remember the (very cliché) beginning of the book.]
I got a little lost... in the woods, and came here to seek shelter from the rain...!
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For now he'll just slip up behind her again, hand gliding over her spine as he continues to move through the darkness, keeping her on her toes.]
I could grant you that...
For a price.
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Show yourself first...!
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Bold little rabbit.
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Tifa tries to keep the breathlessness out of her voice, but it's his right in her ear, his own breath hot against the sensitive flesh there that has her failing terribly again at doing so.
How long will she actually be able to keep up this little act, she wonders?]
... You must be the master of the house?
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[Low, quiet words as her scent fills him now that he's so close. His fingers slowly slide and trace over the artery whose pulse beats so strongly beneath his touch. A strange ache fills him, that wanton desire for her taste almost overwhelming.
Almost.]
...So what can you offer me?
[He asks as the hand at her chest starts to move and rove higher towards the front where those hooks lie, fingers already forcibly tugging at them—but only to tease, not pull them apart yet.]
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