[And unable to resist, especially with that darkened look in her eyes, he leans back in for another kiss, this time searching for that aftertaste. He even lowers his mug to rest on the nearby table so that his arms can more fully wrap around her.]
[She's stuck where she is, but she doesn't mind it so much, especially as his arms find their way around her. She doesn't set her mug down but balances it in her hand, lifting it away so that they don't accidentally bump and spill it when he kisses her again and her free hand threads through his hair, pressing him closer to her so that she can give him that deeper taste she knows that he's seeking so fervently.
Tifa's lips, wet and coated in rum, only leave his when she hears the low grumblings of a wolf next to them as she sits up and stretches, and there's a moment where she makes eye contact with Eria through the curtain of her hair and catches the glare she's giving them.
Laughing, she brushes the tip of her nose against Eustace's, and she speaks so quietly that not even Eria will hear her.]
[He takes as much as he can, half knowing that their chaperone will interrupt them soon. But he doesn't need alcohol when he can get drunk off her taste and scent alone, Tifa always naturally having a way to make him lose his usually well guarded inhibitions. So when Eria finally does interrupt them, he just chuckles lowly, lips still brushing against hers.]
They should be used to it.
[And even though he takes her lips again, he won't hold her for too long—he has a strong sense that Eria is about just head butt his back. But as he parts he lightly sucks on her lower lip, tongue flicking over the soft flesh to take one last taste before he pulls back, a light smirk as he reaches back to pick up his drink.]
[She does make a small, disappointed noise when he leaves her and puts his drink between them, but it only makes her arm wrap around his shoulder tighter so that she can balance herself on his legs because no matter how many daggers Eria stares at them, and no matter how many times any of the dogs whine or grunt, Tifa's not moving from where she is until it's time to. With it getting later and the weather starting to feel a bit cooler, his warmth is a welcome one next to the fire with their hot cups of cider in hand. And as she takes her first sip of it, there's a wave of contentment that tides through her.]
It's almost time they all went up to bed anyway.
[That gets a whine out of them. They all had a long day, but they're protesting that they are not tired, mom!!! Just a little longer, mom! ... As they yawn.]
No one can see our dance before the wedding anyway.
[She's just going to sip her cider loudly while they bark at her, and the foam lines her smile when she lowers it.]
[He chuckles at both her declaration and the dogs reaction, hearing them groan and basically going, Please not this again!!]
At least their room is finished enough for them to stay in. Everything should be finished and furnished by the end of the week...after that it's just a matter of decorating and adding whatever they need.
[Although she has been helping when she can, but now that she's back at the Harvest, she's a bit shorter on time these days than she was a month ago... and he and the dogs always insist that she rest when she gets home at the end of the day, but she only sometimes listens.
At least with the decorations, it's a leisurely shopping trip when she has the time and not the strenuous work that comes with putting it all together.]
I've been working on collecting some things for their room...
[She peeks around to see some of the dogs trying to eavesdrop, but the moment she looks, they all glance away, pretending that they were doing something else all along. She grins and turns back to nuzzle her face in Eustace's hair.]
They're almost done. I think you're gonna love them.
Well, that'll just be another surprise waiting for you.
[Gosh, she has so many little cards hidden up her sleeve for once! It's kind of exciting. So exciting that she giggles and has to drown it in her cider, and she has to lick away the line of foam that thickens over her lip again.]
We could hang it up in the room once it's all finished. As sort of an official "welcome home" for the dogs. Sort of like that plaque you got made for us.
I think so, too. So, make sure you save a few spare nails to hammer in.
[Quite literally breaking in the new room that way, although she wonders if it will pull the same trick that it did with the plaque, as it's now framed beautifully on the front of the tree with flowery vines, the blossoms changing every now and then to fit the mood or the season. Almost like their tree wants to surprise them with something new every day.]
There was... another thing I wanted to ask you about.
[This one has her a little more shy, and squirming a bit in his lap, her fingers fidgeting with the handle of her mug.]
[She's mindful. Just maybe not in the way that he'd like her to be right now—
Her hand lifts the mug in front of her face, hiding as much of her smile and the flush in her cheeks as it can, the steam billowing up in between the two of them and creating an apple-scented cloud that covers her eyes.]
What if... we got a painting done? Of everyone... you, me, all the dogs...?
[She feels so silly and cheesy bringing that up, and she spins her head away from him to hide some more, looking down into the fire and at the dogs that tip their heads to the side, curious and questioning, at her.]
I remember meeting someone a while back...but I don't think they're around anymore. It is curious how there haven't been any cameras developed—unless we missed it.
[Announce it, that is. She knew that day would come at some point, and she figured that when it did, it would be easiest to do it with him over their journals. But would it be a public announcement?]
I guess it would be anyone that you and I both know. [At that, she laughs.] Then again, that's already starting to feel like half the town.
[It's said fondly, of course, but she does nudge him gently, careful not to spill any of their cider.]
I want to know what you think too, Eustace! It's important to me. If that's what you really want, then we can make it work. I personally wouldn't mind something more... intimate, myself.
[They are going to be sharing a lot of very personal, intimate moments themselves.]
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[And unable to resist, especially with that darkened look in her eyes, he leans back in for another kiss, this time searching for that aftertaste. He even lowers his mug to rest on the nearby table so that his arms can more fully wrap around her.]
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Tifa's lips, wet and coated in rum, only leave his when she hears the low grumblings of a wolf next to them as she sits up and stretches, and there's a moment where she makes eye contact with Eria through the curtain of her hair and catches the glare she's giving them.
Laughing, she brushes the tip of her nose against Eustace's, and she speaks so quietly that not even Eria will hear her.]
Not in front of the kids...
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They should be used to it.
[And even though he takes her lips again, he won't hold her for too long—he has a strong sense that Eria is about just head butt his back. But as he parts he lightly sucks on her lower lip, tongue flicking over the soft flesh to take one last taste before he pulls back, a light smirk as he reaches back to pick up his drink.]
But all right... We'll play nice.
[For now.]
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It's almost time they all went up to bed anyway.
[That gets a whine out of them. They all had a long day, but they're protesting that they are not tired, mom!!! Just a little longer, mom! ... As they yawn.]
No one can see our dance before the wedding anyway.
[She's just going to sip her cider loudly while they bark at her, and the foam lines her smile when she lowers it.]
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At least their room is finished enough for them to stay in. Everything should be finished and furnished by the end of the week...after that it's just a matter of decorating and adding whatever they need.
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[Although she has been helping when she can, but now that she's back at the Harvest, she's a bit shorter on time these days than she was a month ago... and he and the dogs always insist that she rest when she gets home at the end of the day, but she only sometimes listens.
At least with the decorations, it's a leisurely shopping trip when she has the time and not the strenuous work that comes with putting it all together.]
I've been working on collecting some things for their room...
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[There look, see? They can have a normal conversation...while still being close and intimate.]
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Well.
[Tifa tips her head so that she's resting on his shoulder, leaning in close so that she can whisper low, so the dogs don't hear.]
Remember when I mentioned some cute little hangers? When you brought up wanting to expand the house?
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[She peeks around to see some of the dogs trying to eavesdrop, but the moment she looks, they all glance away, pretending that they were doing something else all along. She grins and turns back to nuzzle her face in Eustace's hair.]
They're almost done. I think you're gonna love them.
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[Gosh, she has so many little cards hidden up her sleeve for once! It's kind of exciting. So exciting that she giggles and has to drown it in her cider, and she has to lick away the line of foam that thickens over her lip again.]
We could hang it up in the room once it's all finished. As sort of an official "welcome home" for the dogs. Sort of like that plaque you got made for us.
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I think they would like it.
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[Quite literally breaking in the new room that way, although she wonders if it will pull the same trick that it did with the plaque, as it's now framed beautifully on the front of the tree with flowery vines, the blossoms changing every now and then to fit the mood or the season. Almost like their tree wants to surprise them with something new every day.]
There was... another thing I wanted to ask you about.
[This one has her a little more shy, and squirming a bit in his lap, her fingers fidgeting with the handle of her mug.]
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[And don't squirm in his lap...! Well he won't actually complain, she just better be mindful.]
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Her hand lifts the mug in front of her face, hiding as much of her smile and the flush in her cheeks as it can, the steam billowing up in between the two of them and creating an apple-scented cloud that covers her eyes.]
What if... we got a painting done? Of everyone... you, me, all the dogs...?
[She feels so silly and cheesy bringing that up, and she spins her head away from him to hide some more, looking down into the fire and at the dogs that tip their heads to the side, curious and questioning, at her.]
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A painting... Like a family portrait?
[It would be cute, but also that is a lot of dogs to stand still for a long time. They really need cameras...]
I don't mind, I think it would be nice... If they could stand still long enough.
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Unless you know someone with a working camera who could take a proper photo.
[His reaction does make her feel a little better, though. Maybe it isn't so silly, after all.]
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[He wonders for a moment.]
I remember meeting someone a while back...but I don't think they're around anymore. It is curious how there haven't been any cameras developed—unless we missed it.
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[Because she at least wants that day to be immortalized in some way, whether it's through paintings or pictures.]
We could try asking around? Maybe when we go ahead and announce it to more people. Someone's gotta know, right?
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[A light grin.]
I know you've been keeping it quiet, so it didn't really matter to me. Who do you even want to invite?
[Don't tell him it's an open invite—]
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Well, we're going to have to eventually!
[Announce it, that is. She knew that day would come at some point, and she figured that when it did, it would be easiest to do it with him over their journals. But would it be a public announcement?]
I guess it would be anyone that you and I both know. [At that, she laughs.] Then again, that's already starting to feel like half the town.
... I figured you'd want something small, though.
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But you're also correct that we somehow know quite a number of people...
[A small, rueful sigh.]
But it's also an important day, one that doesn't come around often if at all. So you can make it however big or small you'd like.
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[It's said fondly, of course, but she does nudge him gently, careful not to spill any of their cider.]
I want to know what you think too, Eustace! It's important to me. If that's what you really want, then we can make it work. I personally wouldn't mind something more... intimate, myself.
[They are going to be sharing a lot of very personal, intimate moments themselves.]
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[A wry grin as he hugs her with his one arm around her waist, the other still holding his half-finished cider. But he muses for a bit.]
...Hmm, how about this. The ceremony can be with close friends, but the reception could be more open to those who wish to celebrate with us.
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