[Her eyes are big and round and bright when she finally looks up at him again, and she chews on her lip.]
You are the worst, you know that?
[Tifa's hands lift from the water, the sound of it somehow exhilarating as it trickles from her fingertips when she brings them to his arms, running up the length of them, digging into his muscles on the way.]
I offer you everything, and that's all you want?
[She tips her chin up, parted lips offering themselves up to him.]
[And now he'll press up against her, the hand at her back toying with the strings of her top before they slide down the length of her spine to toy with the bottom.]
She can't take it anymore, her teeth biting down on his finger to stifle the sound that threatens to escape her and echo through the skies, and so her hips press to his when his fingers trail down over her spine again.]
Then I guess you're just gonna have to unwrap your dinner, yeah?
[She gives a disappointed, frustrated hum when he doesn't go the rest of the way to close that small space left between them. It turns into a groan as she opens her eyes, searching his own.
... Fine.
As those bubbles continue to rise, as does the heat in her body, she glances around.]
Without taking her eyes from his, she tilts her head in the direction of that very conveniently placed ice bucket and bottle of white wine sitting at the edge of the pool. The dragons must have brought that in for them ahead of time—]
Grab that bottle.
[Meanwhile, her body is on fire and her mind is screaming on the inside at this boldness.]
[He just looks at her before he pulls back and wades over to get the wine. And as he does, the floor inclines up to be more shallow, so water will stream down to his now exposed pelvis before he makes his way back to her.]
[Oh, she is for sure the thirsty one here, her longing gaze knowing no shame as she watches that water. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and she hopes that his ears don't pick up that sigh over the sounds of the water.
Not that it makes a difference because the bubbles are out of control. She doesn't notice but they are all red as they float around her, creating a foamy barrier at her hips where the water pools.
And when he makes it back to her, she motions to the lid.]
[Her smile pulls up just a little higher at the way he waits...
...
With fingers wrapped around his wrist, she guides the bottle so that she can take a small, testing sip from it, helping it tip it to her lips for a taste. It's cold and sweet like peaches, and when she's finished...
She helps him tip the bottle a little more...
Until it trickles down her front, over the curve of her breasts and down into the water. The chill of it sends a shiver rippling violently through her, making her gasp, and she has to tear her eyes away from him when she feels that buzz of embarrassment again, confidence wavering.]
[He watches, half wondering what she's trying to do but also just enjoying the little show she's trying to put on. However, he could not have expected her to have the wine pour down her front, and it will be visible by the way his eyes widen as he stares at the dark red that flows down, the hearts around them darkening along with it as he then slowly smirks.]
Now what kind of message are you trying to send I wonder.
[She sees the way those hearts grow darker... and she bites down on her lip to stifle her smile. Though her own gaze grows more intense as she watches him. Waits for him, the scent of the wine growing thick in the steam rising into the air.]
[He'll see her eyes react to the cold, widening a touch as it cools the skin on her chest. The piece falls open easily, and Tifa makes no effort to stop it as she shrugs it away and stares up at him in playful outrage at him ruining yet another bathing suit—
Not that she cares. She knew what was coming the moment she bought it. She'll just have to get it fixed with... all the other clothes he's torn off her... Boy, that seamstress is going to look at her funny.
By now, the bubbles have filled most of the spring, if not the whole thing, and Tifa's eyes are locked on his, waiting to see what he'll do next.]
[She does as she's bid, her body obedient under his every whim and command. A command that never fails to make the heat pool between her legs, or her insides to burst into flame. The wine might be cool on her skin, but she feels like every inch of her is on fire as she lifts herself a little further out of the water to arch against the edge.]
Like this...?
[Her head tips and she stretches back, revealing more of her wine-soaked throat and chest, her wet hair spilling out beneath her, spreading across the rocks.
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You are the worst, you know that?
[Tifa's hands lift from the water, the sound of it somehow exhilarating as it trickles from her fingertips when she brings them to his arms, running up the length of them, digging into his muscles on the way.]
I offer you everything, and that's all you want?
[She tips her chin up, parted lips offering themselves up to him.]
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I still have yet to see everything you have to offer.
[Slowly sliding his fingertip against her soft lips before pushing further in.]
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It's all right in front of you... So? What do you want?
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[And now he'll press up against her, the hand at her back toying with the strings of her top before they slide down the length of her spine to toy with the bottom.]
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She yields.
She can't take it anymore, her teeth biting down on his finger to stifle the sound that threatens to escape her and echo through the skies, and so her hips press to his when his fingers trail down over her spine again.]
Then I guess you're just gonna have to unwrap your dinner, yeah?
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Who said I would?
[A tilt of his head, his eyes gleaming darkly.]
You said you still have things to offer... So I'm waiting.
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... Fine.
As those bubbles continue to rise, as does the heat in her body, she glances around.]
... Are you feeling thirsty?
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[Who's the impatient one, hmmmm?]
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Without taking her eyes from his, she tilts her head in the direction of that very conveniently placed ice bucket and bottle of white wine sitting at the edge of the pool. The dragons must have brought that in for them ahead of time—]
Grab that bottle.
[Meanwhile, her body is on fire and her mind is screaming on the inside at this boldness.]
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Not that it makes a difference because the bubbles are out of control. She doesn't notice but they are all red as they float around her, creating a foamy barrier at her hips where the water pools.
And when he makes it back to her, she motions to the lid.]
... Open it.
[No glasses? That's fine.]
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...
With fingers wrapped around his wrist, she guides the bottle so that she can take a small, testing sip from it, helping it tip it to her lips for a taste. It's cold and sweet like peaches, and when she's finished...
She helps him tip the bottle a little more...
Until it trickles down her front, over the curve of her breasts and down into the water. The chill of it sends a shiver rippling violently through her, making her gasp, and she has to tear her eyes away from him when she feels that buzz of embarrassment again, confidence wavering.]
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Now what kind of message are you trying to send I wonder.
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What do you think?
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[A grin as his eyes continue to rest heavily on the wine.]
That you don't care as much about your swimsuit... Or.
[He runs a finger through the wine.]
You want me to savor you in a different way than before.
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Maybe a little bit of both...?
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It's not bad, but... Could still do more.
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[She hums, running her finger along her chest to pick up some of that wine, and she licks it off her fingertip.]
...Like what?
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Take it off.
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... Might need some help.
[And while she can undo the strings at the back herself, why not get him to do it for her?]
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[There's just a small little tug...
...
Before he uses his favorite trick instead—flash freezes it and snaps the center string apart making the two halves fall to either side.
Seeing her like this now, his eyes darken along with the smirk.]
Better.
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Not that she cares. She knew what was coming the moment she bought it. She'll just have to get it fixed with... all the other clothes he's torn off her... Boy, that seamstress is going to look at her funny.
By now, the bubbles have filled most of the spring, if not the whole thing, and Tifa's eyes are locked on his, waiting to see what he'll do next.]
Care for a drink?
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[Just a low hum as he slowly pushes her back against the edge.]
Lie back.
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Like this...?
[Her head tips and she stretches back, revealing more of her wine-soaked throat and chest, her wet hair spilling out beneath her, spreading across the rocks.
And she bites back another smile.]
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💙❤️ fin.