[He'll watch with a dumbfounded expression before he laughs quietly to himself.]
So she wants to be chased, hm?
[A wry grin to himself, a darker, heated gleam in his eyes as he follows that trail at a much more leisurely pace. After all, it won't be hard to find and catch her.]
[She does, indeed. Or maybe she just wants to get as far away from the public as possible and lock herself up in a private room and a private pool where not a soul but him can see into her desires. Though, the thought of being chased is enough to turn those hearts as red as can be as she leaves more and more in her wake.
She could weave in and out of the buildings—and she does, taking turns onto other streets—but there is no hiding from him. She'll even turn to wave at him or smile sweetly at him to tease before disappearing behind another corner.
And it's only a matter of time before he'll catch up to her on the way up to the resort...]
[Given that he knows where she's heading, he won't follow her completely, instead taking shorter routes so that he'll come closer to meeting up to her despite her little windy paths. And when she gets to the resort...
[She is half expecting him to surprise her by leaping out from around a corner or sneaking up on her from behind, but when he does neither of those things by the time she reaches the resort? Colour her a little bit confused. Especially when he is nowhere to he found.
He had been right behind her for most of it, when she glanced back and caught glimpses of him.
But it doesn't take long for her to realize what it is he's doing, because he's done this before.
Lying in wait and stalking, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.]
Ah, doing this again, are you?
[She wonders if he can hear her...
She'll just start walking up to the front entrance, humming to herself and finishing off the last sip of her tea.
But even he will pick up that shift in the air. That excited buzz of anticipation that follows her. She's on high alert now, a rabbit ready to bolt at the slightest sound or movement.]
[Tifa's gaze is busy wandering around in search of him, genuinely confused about where he could have possibly snuck off to, when the dragon steps up.]
Y-yeah. I am. A reservation under Eustace?
[The dragon nods. "Ah, yes. Your bags were already brought up, weren't they?"]
Mm-hm.
[She doesn't mean to be so rude and distracted, but where is her husband?
"Very well. Right this way, erm... Mrs. Eustace?"
Oh god, there goes a flood of hearts bubbling around her, and Tifa is quick to follow, jogging after the dragon attendant who proceeds to lead her to their room.]
Um... he hasn't happened to come through here already, has he?
[The dragon does look at her oddly when she looks up, its own gaze also following before turning back to her.
"We've already received instructions during the reservation to prepare all meals, and we have a special service that will be ready for you shortly. If you need anything, just let us know."
With that, the dragon opens the door for Tifa before handing her the key, gives her a smile, bows, and steps back.]
[She takes the key, looking still a bit confused again as she takes a look around the room. She thought she might find him in here waiting to surprise her, and now her nerves are all abuzz again as the dragon leaves.
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And now it's silent, save for the sound of water outside in their little private spring.
Slowly, she steps in and peers around the corner into the room proper, her voice tiny as she calls out.]
However, she'll hear the sound of something splashing on the waters in the pool outside, and by that little hint she may be able to guess where he's been hiding.
Should she make her way there, she will find Eustace just lounging in the water already, smirking.]
[She does, indeed, hear the splashing, and she wanders curiously to the door to slide it open and—
Her heart leaps so fast in her chest that the bubbles come spilling into the air, a mix of pink and red. There may also be some similarly shaded starflowers blooming in the bushes around the water.]
[The spring is going to turn into a red heart bubble bath if he's not careful with how he moves in the water.
She's not subtle at all about the way she licks her lips, watching the drops trickle over him as she pulls her sweater up and over her head finally. Next are her boots, and bends over, her long, dark brown hair spilling over her shoulder and in front of her face, masking the way she keeps her eyes on him as she unzips them.]
[Likewise, his eyes rove over hers, and there may be some red hearts forming around where he is, floating atop the water. No need to bother and hide it, right?]
[She kicks off one boot, and then the other, along with her socks, before she starts unbuttoning her jeans.]
Buttering me up, huh?
[Down they slide, over the curve of her curves, revealing a white bikini underneath. She came prepared, and no, she's not going to slip out of it.]
Thought you were impatient.
[With her shirt still on, pulled up to show off her hips, she slowly steps into the water, but she only goes as far as her knees. And around them, red hearts begin to pool.]
[She arches playfully, knowing full well that his eyes are glued to her now, as she pulls her shirt up over her head. Her hair tumbles back down over her and the matching white top that wraps around her. It's one she's never worn before, bought specifically for this occasion, and as she lowers herself further into the water until it's nearly at her hips, she gestures.]
[His head turns one way and then the other, as if fully appraising her as his eyes move all over her, lingering at her chest, hips, and then up to her lips.]
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So she wants to be chased, hm?
[A wry grin to himself, a darker, heated gleam in his eyes as he follows that trail at a much more leisurely pace. After all, it won't be hard to find and catch her.]
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She could weave in and out of the buildings—and she does, taking turns onto other streets—but there is no hiding from him. She'll even turn to wave at him or smile sweetly at him to tease before disappearing behind another corner.
And it's only a matter of time before he'll catch up to her on the way up to the resort...]
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He won't be anywhere in sight.]
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He had been right behind her for most of it, when she glanced back and caught glimpses of him.
But it doesn't take long for her to realize what it is he's doing, because he's done this before.
Lying in wait and stalking, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.]
Ah, doing this again, are you?
[She wonders if he can hear her...
She'll just start walking up to the front entrance, humming to herself and finishing off the last sip of her tea.
But even he will pick up that shift in the air. That excited buzz of anticipation that follows her. She's on high alert now, a rabbit ready to bolt at the slightest sound or movement.]
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He's still not there?
Yet she won't have time to wonder as a dragon steps up to her asking if she's a guest and if they can help.]
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[Tifa's gaze is busy wandering around in search of him, genuinely confused about where he could have possibly snuck off to, when the dragon steps up.]
Y-yeah. I am. A reservation under Eustace?
[The dragon nods. "Ah, yes. Your bags were already brought up, weren't they?"]
Mm-hm.
[She doesn't mean to be so rude and distracted, but where is her husband?
"Very well. Right this way, erm... Mrs. Eustace?"
Oh god, there goes a flood of hearts bubbling around her, and Tifa is quick to follow, jogging after the dragon attendant who proceeds to lead her to their room.]
Um... he hasn't happened to come through here already, has he?
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"Who, your husband? I'm sorry, I don't believe so."
A very familiar direction as they approach the honeymoon suites.]
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Doesn't even fade with the dragon's answer.]
Huh, strange...
[It's muttered under her breath as she glances over her shoulder, and then up to the ceiling. What!? You never know...!]
Guess it's just me for now.
["Is there a problem, Miss?"
Tifa shakes her head.]
No. It's alright. I'm sure he'll turn up.
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"We've already received instructions during the reservation to prepare all meals, and we have a special service that will be ready for you shortly. If you need anything, just let us know."
With that, the dragon opens the door for Tifa before handing her the key, gives her a smile, bows, and steps back.]
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[She takes the key, looking still a bit confused again as she takes a look around the room. She thought she might find him in here waiting to surprise her, and now her nerves are all abuzz again as the dragon leaves.
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And now it's silent, save for the sound of water outside in their little private spring.
Slowly, she steps in and peers around the corner into the room proper, her voice tiny as she calls out.]
... Eustace?
[DON'T STARTLE HER.]
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However, she'll hear the sound of something splashing on the waters in the pool outside, and by that little hint she may be able to guess where he's been hiding.
Should she make her way there, she will find Eustace just lounging in the water already, smirking.]
Took you long enough.
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Her heart leaps so fast in her chest that the bubbles come spilling into the air, a mix of pink and red. There may also be some similarly shaded starflowers blooming in the bushes around the water.]
Eustace...!
[He's... already...in the pool....]
When—? How did you—!?
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I already knew you were heading this way... Not too hard to set up a little trap.
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Led the rabbit right into the jaw of the wolf, did you?
[This sly wolf. Her sly wolf.
Her eyes shamelessly rove over him, even through the water.]
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She still needs to come closer.
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[Tifa peers at him coyly, watching as he wades further away, and she tugs gently on the hem of her sweater, eyes beckoning him back.]
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[Smirk.]
But she better start soon or this wolf may change his mind...
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[She tugs her sweater a little higher and higher, revealing her naval.]
You're not even going to come over and help?
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[And now he's leaning against the wall, arms stretched out as his torso is more exposed above the water.]
I prefer watching my meals undress.
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She's not subtle at all about the way she licks her lips, watching the drops trickle over him as she pulls her sweater up and over her head finally. Next are her boots, and bends over, her long, dark brown hair spilling over her shoulder and in front of her face, masking the way she keeps her eyes on him as she unzips them.]
Where's the fun in that?
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It's fun for me.
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Buttering me up, huh?
[Down they slide, over the curve of her curves, revealing a white bikini underneath. She came prepared, and no, she's not going to slip out of it.]
Thought you were impatient.
[With her shirt still on, pulled up to show off her hips, she slowly steps into the water, but she only goes as far as her knees. And around them, red hearts begin to pool.]
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[A smirk as he sees that bikini. Wow no fun—]
I've been waiting.
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[She arches playfully, knowing full well that his eyes are glued to her now, as she pulls her shirt up over her head. Her hair tumbles back down over her and the matching white top that wraps around her. It's one she's never worn before, bought specifically for this occasion, and as she lowers herself further into the water until it's nearly at her hips, she gestures.]
Well? What do you think?
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[His head turns one way and then the other, as if fully appraising her as his eyes move all over her, lingering at her chest, hips, and then up to her lips.]
It's all right.
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