[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.]
[So soon, she thinks to herself, as his fingers roam over her pulse. She can't cave, she doesn't want to cave... not yet, no matter how much she wants to wrap her legs around him and bury his face into her neck, but there is a low whine that bubbles in her throat, spilling out as he gives that corset a powerful tug.]
I am only a humble maid... but I can offer you money. Jewels, if that's what you want.
[She breaks character only a little when his breath tickles a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear.]
Just for one night... that's all I ask. Please. [She doesn't mean for that word to come out so desperately.] It's so dark and cold outside in the rain...
[—a maid now? What kind of novel was Tifa reading—
Whatever, it's all starting to go in one ear and out the other. Rather than her words, it's her voice that he listens to. Feels how those chords hum and vibrate within her throat.]
One night...
[His lips brush against her ear as his hand has reached the top of her corset.]
I can grant you that... But it won't be just one night.
[A sharp nip to her ear before he tugs hard on that first clasp, the feeble hook snapping beneath his strength as he runs it completely down.]
[As he nips on her ear and that first clasp snaps undone all at the same time, it draws a sudden gasp out of her.]
Eus—
[She stops herself before the rest of his name can make it out of her, and she'll snap her fingers around his wrist in an effort to stop him before he goes too far here.]
More than one night? ... Well. Is there a place I could clean up? I'm a little... dirty from the rain.
[He'll no doubt feel the heat blooming off of her as the colour deepens all across her flesh because dear Shiva, she cannot believe she just said that.]
[A low laugh when he hears that little slip, which only continues at her attempts to stay in character.]
Doesn't matter...
[His lips are now at her neck—]
You'll be a mess when I'm through with you.
[—before he bites into her skin. Not with his fangs, however, though he feels a strange ache as he can now so closely sense and smell her blood. It's a hard but teasing bite, a rough nibble as he lightly chews on her flesh.]
[If she doesn't stop him now, then they will never make it back to the bedroom—
And as his teeth sink gently over the flesh of her neck, she keens, the sound so loud that it echoes through the empty, dark corridor.]
Please... sir...
[Her voice is so lost and so quiet that she isn't even sure she says it aloud as she clambers her hand back for purchase lest she drop to her knees right there.]
Just... allow me this one thing and I promise I will give you whatever you want. You can have all the money and jewels.
At this point, she wonders if it will even do anything? If it will matter when it's clear as day that they both want the same thing, and that is to get on with the night. Though, there is something to be said about the thrill of it all. The thrill of the chase, of the back and forth that they haven't really known in a long time... too comfortable in their ways that she had wanted to "spice things up", as they say.
It's clear she just isn't very good at it. Time to practice some more.....]
... But you can have so much more if you're just patient.
[That is both in and out of this character that she is supposedly playing. Poorly, for what it's worth. A warning to both him and her husband beneath the costume.
Because with one last parting sigh, Tifa will disappear from his arms in a sudden burst of starflowers that all flutter to the ground, as if she'd transformed into them.
But if he follows the scent, it will lead him right back to the bedroom...]
[Patient his ass, he can't be anymore patient than this. And he's about to say as much when he jumps back startled when she...bursts into starflowers?!
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Pft.]
Ha.
[A rough laugh escapes him as he catches a starflower that lingers in the air, bringing it to his lips.]
And you called yourself a mere maid...
[His eyes gleam as he turns down to the hallway, and while he could run down it...
He'll make her wait.
She wants him to patient? Well that means she needs to as well.
So he'll traverse through the dimly lit hall, the candles extinguishing behind him as he approaches the door. Slowly, casually, letting each footfall echo through the manor. Until at last he approaches the door, her scent once more rushing at him, beckoning.
And when he opens it...what will he find waiting?]
[Sometimes being the owner of the dream has its perks, because one moment Tifa is that helpless prisoner in his arms and the next, she's standing in the middle of the room already fresh and cleaned.
Her hair is long and damp, the long black locks turning to waves as they cascade across her back. Her skin as well has the remains of what was a bath, the cotton of her white dress clinging to her as she hooks the corset, though everything is held together so delicately that it's a wonder any of it stays on at all.
The room itself is hot, a steam having settled in that makes her sweat, but there is only that familiar scent that hangs heavy through it all... that one of vanilla and starflowers that he will recognize as only hers.
And when he peers in or enters, he will find her standing in front of the tall vanity mirror brushing her hair...]
[The loud, heavy click of the door's lock makes her stomach flip, and she just listens to his voice and his footsteps draw near as she sets down the brush. She is a bit surprised when he stops behind her and she doesn't see him in the mirror at first... that is, she doesn't like that she can't see him. She'd given him some vampiric abilities, and this one she'd rather do away with, so there's a small ripple before his image appears in the reflection behind her.
And the sight makes her breath catch.
She hadn't seen him yet in that outfit—not since the first Halloween—and if he's watching her, he'll spot the way that she lets her eyes rove over him in the mirror, drinking in the sight of them together, her pulse racing ever faster.]
What's that supposed to mean? I... stumbled across this place trying to find my way back... I just wanted to get home, but then the storm came.
[There's a roll of thunder outside that makes her shiver.]
[Eustace had noticed his lack of reflection from before, so there's a somewhat surprised look when it changes. It also amuses him to see Tifa making her preferences known in this way.
Slowly he steps closer be up against her back, gloved hands sliding over her shoulders as he leans in, hands once more moving around her neck, thumb resting over the mark he left her earlier.]
Most would have been terrified. And most would be less bold to use someone's house as their own.
[He'll feel her pulse quick under his thumb as she slowly brings her eyes up to meet his in the mirror, her head tipping to expose her neck just a little more. There's the slightest bite to her lip as she tries not to smile too much at him...]
You don't seem so terrifying. [Her voice lowers, and there's a playful but fearful shift to her expression.] Should I be worried?
[She's held out long enough, hasn't she? She's been good, she can indulge in just a little bit, can't she? Especially when his hands press over her neck, making her throat dry up and tighten, and her body shudder as she presses back against him.]
What do you mean?
[Her hand comes to rest over his, guiding one further down, over her collarbone and laying it to rest at the curve of her breast where it meets her chest, making her arch her back. All this while watching his reflection. Watching his reactions carefully. Seeing what he likes, doesn't like, and trying to anticipate what he might do next.]
You've given me no reason to fear you yet. My... mother taught me never to judge.
[Or something. Her head is already swirling from the heat in the room (did it just get hotter?) and she's having a hard time remembering the plot of the book.]
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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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I am only a humble maid... but I can offer you money. Jewels, if that's what you want.
[She breaks character only a little when his breath tickles a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear.]
Just for one night... that's all I ask. Please. [She doesn't mean for that word to come out so desperately.] It's so dark and cold outside in the rain...
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Whatever, it's all starting to go in one ear and out the other. Rather than her words, it's her voice that he listens to. Feels how those chords hum and vibrate within her throat.]
One night...
[His lips brush against her ear as his hand has reached the top of her corset.]
I can grant you that... But it won't be just one night.
[A sharp nip to her ear before he tugs hard on that first clasp, the feeble hook snapping beneath his strength as he runs it completely down.]
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Eus—
[She stops herself before the rest of his name can make it out of her, and she'll snap her fingers around his wrist in an effort to stop him before he goes too far here.]
More than one night? ... Well. Is there a place I could clean up? I'm a little... dirty from the rain.
[He'll no doubt feel the heat blooming off of her as the colour deepens all across her flesh because dear Shiva, she cannot believe she just said that.]
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Doesn't matter...
[His lips are now at her neck—]
You'll be a mess when I'm through with you.
[—before he bites into her skin. Not with his fangs, however, though he feels a strange ache as he can now so closely sense and smell her blood. It's a hard but teasing bite, a rough nibble as he lightly chews on her flesh.]
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And as his teeth sink gently over the flesh of her neck, she keens, the sound so loud that it echoes through the empty, dark corridor.]
Please... sir...
[Her voice is so lost and so quiet that she isn't even sure she says it aloud as she clambers her hand back for purchase lest she drop to her knees right there.]
Just... allow me this one thing and I promise I will give you whatever you want. You can have all the money and jewels.
[Don't make her force it!!!]
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[She's going to have to force it.]
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At this point, she wonders if it will even do anything? If it will matter when it's clear as day that they both want the same thing, and that is to get on with the night. Though, there is something to be said about the thrill of it all. The thrill of the chase, of the back and forth that they haven't really known in a long time... too comfortable in their ways that she had wanted to "spice things up", as they say.
It's clear she just isn't very good at it. Time to practice some more.....]
... But you can have so much more if you're just patient.
[That is both in and out of this character that she is supposedly playing. Poorly, for what it's worth. A warning to both him and her husband beneath the costume.
Because with one last parting sigh, Tifa will disappear from his arms in a sudden burst of starflowers that all flutter to the ground, as if she'd transformed into them.
But if he follows the scent, it will lead him right back to the bedroom...]
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Pft.]
Ha.
[A rough laugh escapes him as he catches a starflower that lingers in the air, bringing it to his lips.]
And you called yourself a mere maid...
[His eyes gleam as he turns down to the hallway, and while he could run down it...
He'll make her wait.
She wants him to patient? Well that means she needs to as well.
So he'll traverse through the dimly lit hall, the candles extinguishing behind him as he approaches the door. Slowly, casually, letting each footfall echo through the manor. Until at last he approaches the door, her scent once more rushing at him, beckoning.
And when he opens it...what will he find waiting?]
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Her hair is long and damp, the long black locks turning to waves as they cascade across her back. Her skin as well has the remains of what was a bath, the cotton of her white dress clinging to her as she hooks the corset, though everything is held together so delicately that it's a wonder any of it stays on at all.
The room itself is hot, a steam having settled in that makes her sweat, but there is only that familiar scent that hangs heavy through it all... that one of vanilla and starflowers that he will recognize as only hers.
And when he peers in or enters, he will find her standing in front of the tall vanity mirror brushing her hair...]
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So.
[He slowly steps towards her.]
Decided to take a bath without my position...
[An idle glance around.]
...and in my room.
[He then stops behind her.]
You're no ordinary "maid."
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And the sight makes her breath catch.
She hadn't seen him yet in that outfit—not since the first Halloween—and if he's watching her, he'll spot the way that she lets her eyes rove over him in the mirror, drinking in the sight of them together, her pulse racing ever faster.]
What's that supposed to mean? I... stumbled across this place trying to find my way back... I just wanted to get home, but then the storm came.
[There's a roll of thunder outside that makes her shiver.]
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Slowly he steps closer be up against her back, gloved hands sliding over her shoulders as he leans in, hands once more moving around her neck, thumb resting over the mark he left her earlier.]
Most would have been terrified. And most would be less bold to use someone's house as their own.
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[He'll feel her pulse quick under his thumb as she slowly brings her eyes up to meet his in the mirror, her head tipping to expose her neck just a little more. There's the slightest bite to her lip as she tries not to smile too much at him...]
You don't seem so terrifying. [Her voice lowers, and there's a playful but fearful shift to her expression.] Should I be worried?
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[He leans over, lowering himself a little more as his hands continue to move more suggestively down her neck.]
...You might not even survive the night.
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What do you mean?
[Her hand comes to rest over his, guiding one further down, over her collarbone and laying it to rest at the curve of her breast where it meets her chest, making her arch her back. All this while watching his reflection. Watching his reactions carefully. Seeing what he likes, doesn't like, and trying to anticipate what he might do next.]
You've given me no reason to fear you yet. My... mother taught me never to judge.
[Or something. Her head is already swirling from the heat in the room (did it just get hotter?) and she's having a hard time remembering the plot of the book.]
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She'll see the quirk of his lips as he smirks, and slowly his fingertips drift lower to her cleavage, pushing away the top of her gown.]
Or maybe...
[His other hand moves to her side, sliding around her waist before suddenly pulling her back hard against him.]
This is exactly what you want.
[A dark whisper against her ear as they seem to have returned to their previous position.]
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