[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.]
[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.]
[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 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...
[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.]
[His eyes close briefly at her touch, nuzzling into it before he willingly follows her down. His arms immediately wrap around her again, pulling her to him into a tight, snug hug.
And there will be a moment before he slowly speaks.]
...I heard this...thing can last a few days. If I lose control again...
[She answers immediately, pressing up to him further.]
But you won't... Not while I'm here.
[Tifa believes that with her whole soul. She tries to be strong, but he is always stronger. Even when she wants to be his pillar, he ends up being hers just as much, and round and round it goes.
And she hopes that somewhere, the vampring is listening, because that was definitely a veiled threat in case that it was.]
[She can only hold him tighter, but when she feels him start to relax a little more, she lets herself do the same...
Exhausted is an understatement, especially after what they had already done before going into the dream, but she gets it. She still isn't sure she wants to sleep either, but she will stay awake as long as he does.
Even if it is just to make sure that he finally does get some rest.]
I won't. That wasn't exactly what I had in mind in the first place...
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... 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.]
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You came quickly.
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[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.]
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Want me to do it again later?
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... Only if you're up for it. I don't want you pushing yourself after that.
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That's why I say later... Wouldn't want to lose control and lust for something else again.
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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.......]
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Different, hm...?
[And his eyes are going to said nightstand where he knows where her stash is.]
Guess I should start doing some "research."
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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]
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So is that what you want to try next?
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[Now she's all flustered, burying her face further into the crook of his neck.]
I mean... maybe... it might be fun...
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I won't mind. Just don't expect any singing.
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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.]
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Opera, though?
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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.
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Another duet, you mean? As long as I don't have to do some kind of dramatic performance...
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[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.
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[A light, wry grin as he looks into her eyes, now so close to his.]
I only want to look the best for you.
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But you always do. No matter what you're doing. Don't exactly need a dream for that.
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[A small, soft hum as he looks at her before his gaze deepens a little.]
I love you.
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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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And there will be a moment before he slowly speaks.]
...I heard this...thing can last a few days. If I lose control again...
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[She answers immediately, pressing up to him further.]
But you won't... Not while I'm here.
[Tifa believes that with her whole soul. She tries to be strong, but he is always stronger. Even when she wants to be his pillar, he ends up being hers just as much, and round and round it goes.
And she hopes that somewhere, the vampring is listening, because that was definitely a veiled threat in case that it was.]
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Honestly, he's exhausted. It'll be harder for him to stay awake and that won't do him any good.]
Just... Whatever it is, don't let me drink your blood again...
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Exhausted is an understatement, especially after what they had already done before going into the dream, but she gets it. She still isn't sure she wants to sleep either, but she will stay awake as long as he does.
Even if it is just to make sure that he finally does get some rest.]
I won't. That wasn't exactly what I had in mind in the first place...
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🎀 fin.