[It's for the best that Clover has come to interrupt.
Especially because she can still feel the strong grip of his fingers pressing into her waist, or feel the way her entire body slides down against his as she moves find some space to push herself up, or how her nails scrape against his skin, hair tickling his chest as it trails along behind her... Or how his gaze flicks down... It makes her breath stop in her throat, catching in a sharp exhale over him.
....
Yeah, it's for the best.
Even better that the kitten replaces Tifa on his chest where she starts to make herself comfortable. And Tifa would think it much cuter if she wasn't currently straddling him under the sheets. So, she's quick to start peeling and pulling the blankets back, albeit slowly and carefully so as not to make things harder for them. Back and back and then over until she frees herself from the confines of the heavy duvet, and she gives a small gasp for air before shuffling off him and onto the floor.
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Especially because she can still feel the strong grip of his fingers pressing into her waist, or feel the way her entire body slides down against his as she moves find some space to push herself up, or how her nails scrape against his skin, hair tickling his chest as it trails along behind her... Or how his gaze flicks down... It makes her breath stop in her throat, catching in a sharp exhale over him.
....
Yeah, it's for the best.
Even better that the kitten replaces Tifa on his chest where she starts to make herself comfortable. And Tifa would think it much cuter if she wasn't currently straddling him under the sheets. So, she's quick to start peeling and pulling the blankets back, albeit slowly and carefully so as not to make things harder for them. Back and back and then over until she frees herself from the confines of the heavy duvet, and she gives a small gasp for air before shuffling off him and onto the floor.
With Clover on his chest, he's on his own!]