[He takes in a long breath as his arms wrap tightly around her.]
I have the same fear. Sometimes when I wake up and you're not there, I panic a little before I hear your movements in the other room. But for you... I know you've hurt most.
[Sometimes he wonders if the wounds he left on her heart may be greater than the scars on her chest.]
But we can't live in this fear all the time and let it force us into making quick decisions.
[She repeats his words. She had been the one to say that a long time ago—that they couldn't live in fear of what might happen next, when he had started having doubts about their future together. And now here he is, echoing the sentiments back at her, and she can't help the little laugh that rides out of her on a breath.
Her hand finds his, and she threads her fingers through them, shifting so that she can watch as they weave together so easily, as if his hands were shaped only to fit hers.]
I know that we can't... But I also don't want to lose the chance. I know I said I'd wait forever, and I will, but... Until then, I don't think I can help but worry.
[Her smile turns sheepish and crooked.]
I know we'll make the best of it anyway. We always do.
[His grin provokes a peal of small, giddy laughs out of her, and she finally relaxes a little more, stretching out a little so that she can slip her legs through his.]
So, what you're saying is...
[Tifa bites down on her lip, but her smile spreads regardless.]
That we're already basically married...
[She already knew this, but hearing him say it and talk about them like this is making her heart flutter.]
[Hearing her voice it also sends a strange flutter of heat through his chest and just quietly hums in agreement.]
...Mm.
[And he looks at her. Looks into her deep red eyes and sees his reflection them. But not just his reflection—a reflection of a life, a future he never would have dreamed of right now. A future...he really wanted. He really never would have imagined he would fall so fast and hard towards someone, but it happened.
And he doesn't regret it.
Maybe he's being a little uncharacteristically reckless and wishful, but is it really so wrong to go ahead and decide the one he wants to settle down with? To have...some kind of family with? To enjoy the time they have when it could be years, months, weeks, days? He's certain if anyone from back home saw him now they would wonder what the hell happened to him and if he hadn't been replaced with someone else. And he honestly wouldn't blame them as he sometimes wonders that as well. But isn't that just a testament of his own growth and change?
And she helped it along. Helped give him that peace and quiet, helped pour in that light and love back into his heart. So many people helped open the doors, but it ws Tifa who filled in that missing piece.
Slowly his palm cups her cheek, gently caressing her as he first kisses her sweetly before deepening it further.
Marriage... The idea would have been a joke to him before, but now...]
...Tifa... [His voice is a soft, low murmur as his lips brush against hers, tongue lightly tasting her lower lip before he smirks a bit.] ...Should I start calling you my wife? [Teeth tug at her lips as he presses closer to her.] Or would you prefer my "mate"?
[A strange wave of emotions ripple through him as he voices the word—the idea aloud. As if giving it more and more of a body, of making it all...real and not just a secret fantasy or dream they both have been shying away from. It is still foreign and strange in a sense, yet there is also an exhilaration to it as well.]
[The way that he holds her gaze captive, she can't ever seem to look away. She never wants to, but there's something pooling deep in the blues of his eyes that becomes clearer the longer she stares into them. It's as if she can see her whole future flashing before her through them—a life that she never dreamt of having until she met him, but a life that she yearns for.
It's so much more than just the same peace and quiet that he wants. It's a forever she knows would be filled with happiness and love. Those happily ever afters she read about in books when she put Marlene to bed. The kind girls dream about... That Tifa dreamt about as she looked up to the stars at night.
This is Tifa's very own fairy tale turned reality...
Tifa never quite believed in destiny until she saw it for herself and now, looking back, she has to wonder... did everything they did have a hand in this? It wasn't long after that she was thrust into another universe where she met him, and then straight into the next where they came together a second time. Coincidence is easier to believe when it's only once, but by the second, third, fourth times... it becomes a pattern.
In some strange way, she wonders as he deepens their kiss, if everything they've done, together and apart, has led them right to this very moment.
When he says her name, a deep flush of colour rises in her cheeks, a heat of passion pooling and rekindling inside her all over again, and at first, she just sighs in response—a low, eager, breathless sound of approval. That is, until his words finally register, but she doesn't pull away from him. It only compels her to press closer, that need to breach any space between them overwhelming as she practically wraps herself around him.]
Yes...
[It's all she can manage past her lips with a shudder, and she almost wants to beg him to stop talking as he takes her lip between his teeth. She captures him instead with a fiery kiss, her nerves and her heart set ablaze all over again as she grips the sides of his face to keep him right where she needs him. It's with a smile that she parts for air, but she doesn't go very far.]
Your wife, your mate... [She brushes her lips over his again, this time so feather-light that it aches.] Call me anything... as long as you know I'm yours...
[As his voice lowers into that deep, low husky murmur, he flips her onto her back as he gazes down at her, that familiar impassioned heat flickering in his eyes.]
...But you have to do the same for me.
[And with the way he looks at her, how while one hand still holds onto hers the other has pulled up her leg, it's clear he's going to help her with that. Of course, he's also going to hinder it at first as it's now his turn to capture her mouth, as if continuing that fiery kiss she started. Of course, that's not the only part of her he'll be capturing, unable to hold back the throb and burst of emotion that's become so overwhelming that he needs to release it all.
Over and over again until they're both satisfied—if they can ever be truly satisfied.
It's as if he once again needs to show her the depths of his love, of how far he's truly fallen for her. Sweet, dark whispers filled with promises and vows mixed in with the harried and desperate moans and cries of need of assurance and want. To meet their demands and to let her make hers, let her take as much as she wants for he will give her that much and more. And once again he'll make her aware of how deeply tied they are to each other, that he truly will not ever let her go—just as he knows she will not let go of him.
At this point, it doesn't matter what they call the stage of their relationship. Dating, engaged, married—they're together. Mates for life.
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[He takes in a long breath as his arms wrap tightly around her.]
I have the same fear. Sometimes when I wake up and you're not there, I panic a little before I hear your movements in the other room. But for you... I know you've hurt most.
[Sometimes he wonders if the wounds he left on her heart may be greater than the scars on her chest.]
But we can't live in this fear all the time and let it force us into making quick decisions.
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[She repeats his words. She had been the one to say that a long time ago—that they couldn't live in fear of what might happen next, when he had started having doubts about their future together. And now here he is, echoing the sentiments back at her, and she can't help the little laugh that rides out of her on a breath.
Her hand finds his, and she threads her fingers through them, shifting so that she can watch as they weave together so easily, as if his hands were shaped only to fit hers.]
I know that we can't... But I also don't want to lose the chance. I know I said I'd wait forever, and I will, but... Until then, I don't think I can help but worry.
[Her smile turns sheepish and crooked.]
I know we'll make the best of it anyway. We always do.
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[A wry grin as his fingers tighten around hers.]
And you're already here, living with me. We share the same sentiments. At this point it's just formality.
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So, what you're saying is...
[Tifa bites down on her lip, but her smile spreads regardless.]
That we're already basically married...
[She already knew this, but hearing him say it and talk about them like this is making her heart flutter.]
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...Mm.
[And he looks at her. Looks into her deep red eyes and sees his reflection them. But not just his reflection—a reflection of a life, a future he never would have dreamed of right now. A future...he really wanted. He really never would have imagined he would fall so fast and hard towards someone, but it happened.
And he doesn't regret it.
Maybe he's being a little uncharacteristically reckless and wishful, but is it really so wrong to go ahead and decide the one he wants to settle down with? To have...some kind of family with? To enjoy the time they have when it could be years, months, weeks, days? He's certain if anyone from back home saw him now they would wonder what the hell happened to him and if he hadn't been replaced with someone else. And he honestly wouldn't blame them as he sometimes wonders that as well. But isn't that just a testament of his own growth and change?
And she helped it along. Helped give him that peace and quiet, helped pour in that light and love back into his heart. So many people helped open the doors, but it ws Tifa who filled in that missing piece.
Slowly his palm cups her cheek, gently caressing her as he first kisses her sweetly before deepening it further.
Marriage... The idea would have been a joke to him before, but now...]
...Tifa... [His voice is a soft, low murmur as his lips brush against hers, tongue lightly tasting her lower lip before he smirks a bit.] ...Should I start calling you my wife? [Teeth tug at her lips as he presses closer to her.] Or would you prefer my "mate"?
[A strange wave of emotions ripple through him as he voices the word—the idea aloud. As if giving it more and more of a body, of making it all...real and not just a secret fantasy or dream they both have been shying away from. It is still foreign and strange in a sense, yet there is also an exhilaration to it as well.]
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It's so much more than just the same peace and quiet that he wants. It's a forever she knows would be filled with happiness and love. Those happily ever afters she read about in books when she put Marlene to bed. The kind girls dream about... That Tifa dreamt about as she looked up to the stars at night.
This is Tifa's very own fairy tale turned reality...
Tifa never quite believed in destiny until she saw it for herself and now, looking back, she has to wonder... did everything they did have a hand in this? It wasn't long after that she was thrust into another universe where she met him, and then straight into the next where they came together a second time. Coincidence is easier to believe when it's only once, but by the second, third, fourth times... it becomes a pattern.
In some strange way, she wonders as he deepens their kiss, if everything they've done, together and apart, has led them right to this very moment.
When he says her name, a deep flush of colour rises in her cheeks, a heat of passion pooling and rekindling inside her all over again, and at first, she just sighs in response—a low, eager, breathless sound of approval. That is, until his words finally register, but she doesn't pull away from him. It only compels her to press closer, that need to breach any space between them overwhelming as she practically wraps herself around him.]
Yes...
[It's all she can manage past her lips with a shudder, and she almost wants to beg him to stop talking as he takes her lip between his teeth. She captures him instead with a fiery kiss, her nerves and her heart set ablaze all over again as she grips the sides of his face to keep him right where she needs him. It's with a smile that she parts for air, but she doesn't go very far.]
Your wife, your mate... [She brushes her lips over his again, this time so feather-light that it aches.] Call me anything... as long as you know I'm yours...
someone please contain these two we give up
[As his voice lowers into that deep, low husky murmur, he flips her onto her back as he gazes down at her, that familiar impassioned heat flickering in his eyes.]
...But you have to do the same for me.
[And with the way he looks at her, how while one hand still holds onto hers the other has pulled up her leg, it's clear he's going to help her with that. Of course, he's also going to hinder it at first as it's now his turn to capture her mouth, as if continuing that fiery kiss she started. Of course, that's not the only part of her he'll be capturing, unable to hold back the throb and burst of emotion that's become so overwhelming that he needs to release it all.
Over and over again until they're both satisfied—if they can ever be truly satisfied.
It's as if he once again needs to show her the depths of his love, of how far he's truly fallen for her. Sweet, dark whispers filled with promises and vows mixed in with the harried and desperate moans and cries of need of assurance and want. To meet their demands and to let her make hers, let her take as much as she wants for he will give her that much and more. And once again he'll make her aware of how deeply tied they are to each other, that he truly will not ever let her go—just as he knows she will not let go of him.
At this point, it doesn't matter what they call the stage of their relationship. Dating, engaged, married—they're together. Mates for life.
No matter how long or short that life will be.]