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[She had said that if he needed it to help ease whatever this feeling is that he has, then she would have done it, but it would be under her terms... not that thing's. Her real feelings. That it made him try to draw them out. Force them out. The thought again has her circling her arms around herself instead, the heat in the room growing a touch more stifling.]

All I wanted was to have a bit of... fun...

[God, this is so embarrassing now.]

[His arms tighten around her, trying to rein in some of that heat as he once more brushes his lips against the top of her hair. He's still rather upset himself, but now that he knows or at least has a proper suspect in mind, he's starting to calm a little more.

But only a little.

To have once again been taken advantaged of... Ugh.

However, that's not important right now.]

And it was. Truthfully... Before everything changed, I quite liked it.

[Normally this is where he would tease her, but clearly neither are in the mood for that. So instead she'll hear his quiet sincerity.]

[Honestly? If he wanted to tease her, she might have welcomed it... welcomed with open arms any lightness that either of them might bring because that would at least mean that they could get back to a sense of normalcy between them, and that they wouldn't let this affect them for long. But she understands, too.]

Really?

[That doesn't diminish the hopeful ring in her voice, though.]

...For what it's worth, I did, too... [A pause, cheeks flushed.] I know it might be too soon, but I wouldn't mind trying it again another time.

[There is a bit more of a smile when he hears her voice.]

Mm... I could tell.

[Now there's a little bit more tease in his voice as he softly nuzzles her.]

You seemed more... Sensitive.

[Fingers carding through his hair, she buries her warm face into it.]

... What do you mean, sensitive?

[Is she going to regret asking? Probably, but he might feel her smile gently against him, happy to be talking about something that isn't the vampring. They can worry about that in the morning, with everything else.]

[His eyes close at the touch of her hand, leaning into it before his lips move to her ear.]

You came quickly.

O-oh... That...

[Even the flowers that decorate the frame of their bed quiver with her reaction—a slight tremble that finds its way through her spine and it all settles right into her cheeks and ears with a warmth that makes it feel like she might burn under it.

Her fingers clutch at his shoulder a little tighter.]

I guess I just... really liked what you did.

[Emphasis on the 'you' part, because she is sure that had come from Eustace, and not some little creature that was hungry for some nightmares.]

[It was certainly all him, fortunately. And there will be a quiet laugh as he gently nuzzles her.]

Want me to do it again later?

[She presses a soft kiss to the side of his head, letting herself bask in his warmth, her silky robe slipping away from her shoulder.]

... Only if you're up for it. I don't want you pushing yourself after that.

[A light if rueful grin.]

That's why I say later... Wouldn't want to lose control and lust for something else again.

[Her arms slip around him, knees bending to hook over his so that she's more settled into his lap now.]

Mm. I'd like that...

[She's doing her best to be more open about what it is she wants, but even that is hard... harder now that the one time that she tried to be, it came back around and bit her. Literally. But she knows that he won't judge her... that she's safe behind their bedroom door.]

Maybe we can try something different next time.

[She has a whole plethora of books in her nightstand.......]

[There's a slight arch of the brow.]

Different, hm...?

[And his eyes are going to said nightstand where he knows where her stash is.]

Guess I should start doing some "research."

[There he is.

There is the wolfish husband that she knows so well and loves so much. The one that still finds ways to make her cheeks flush and her heart flutter after all this time together.

She knows that they have had a rough go tonight, but it does make her feel better, lighter, and less afraid now that they can find something else to smile about.]

Hm? Don't tell me you're going to start reading them.

[Please don't.]

There is another one that I was reading not that long ago... It was about a mysterious masked man who haunts an opera house. And he whisks the soprano girl away...

[hmmmmmmm]

If you keep wanting these little "role plays" I might as well so I can fulfill my role better.

So is that what you want to try next?

Oh, you don't have to—

[Now she's all flustered, burying her face further into the crook of his neck.]

I mean... maybe... it might be fun...

[Little by little, the mood was improving, and he just quietly laughs again at her reaction.]

I won't mind. Just don't expect any singing.

[She knows, but—]

That's the whole point. I'd say what if the dream gave you a new singing voice, but... I already like yours as it is.

[However off-pitch or embarrassed he might get.]

[Excuse, has he ever been off pitch?]

Opera, though?

[Maybe sometimes.......]

We don't have to sing, you know...

[Besides, they'd be doing a different kind of singing, wouldn't they?]

But... it would be like that night we had. Up on that terrace? Doesn't have to be opera. Not like I could do it either, honestly.

[Wow no more songs for her.]

Another duet, you mean? As long as I don't have to do some kind of dramatic performance...

It's not like you'd be singing in front of anyone but me...

[Tifa moves so that she can press her forehead to his, her voice lowering as if she were telling him a secret.]

Just do it quietly. For me.

That just puts on more pressure.

[A light, wry grin as he looks into her eyes, now so close to his.]

I only want to look the best for you.

[She leans in just enough to let the tip of her nose brush his.]

But you always do. No matter what you're doing. Don't exactly need a dream for that.

...Hm.

[A small, soft hum as he looks at her before his gaze deepens a little.]

I love you.

[She pulls back at that, only so that she can look at him properly, and her expression melts into a smile.]

I love you.

[Though, there is a little bit of a question in her tone with that rise in her voice at the end. Not that either of them ever needs a reason, just that she hadn't been expecting it.

A hand comes up to caress his cheek before she moves, slowly, so that they can both lie down together, and she'll grab his hands so that she can drag him with her.]

Come here.

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