[She'd been hesitant, each and every one of her motions thorough and carefully thought out, afraid of pushing herself any further over the edge than she already has, but the moment their lips meet more firmly, his hand brushing through her hair to pull her in closer, she's lost.
Tifa has never kissed anyone before, but there's something so natural about this. The way her hands slide across his face so her fingers can comb through his hair, or how their noses brush against each other when she pulls away to catch her breath before he's capturing her again in another, or how her body fits comfortably against his when she allows herself to be pulled in...
Is this what it feels like to be so consumed by another person? She's forgotten where they are, what they were doing, why they were here... the only thing mattering right now is sating that deep-rooted desire that's been tearing at them for ages and breaching any amount of space left between them and keeping it that way.
Is it normal to feel overwhelmed by it all? The release of all of those feelings that had been wound up in her chest for so long, and the relief of being able to finally let it all go... to be able to pour it all into him without even having to speak a word... It's too much. So much that she can feel tears burning the corners of her eyes, and she fights them tooth and nail to keep them back.
It's a vain battle and they come anyway, hot against both their cheeks, so she separates from him, red lips parting as she tries to breathe what little air there is between them.]
Eustace, I...
[She isn't even sure what she wants to say, but she's withdrawing again, suddenly feeling shy about it. About all of this. Her forehead bumps against his, and she lets her hands slide down the sides of his face so they can support her on his shoulders instead.]
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Tifa has never kissed anyone before, but there's something so natural about this. The way her hands slide across his face so her fingers can comb through his hair, or how their noses brush against each other when she pulls away to catch her breath before he's capturing her again in another, or how her body fits comfortably against his when she allows herself to be pulled in...
Is this what it feels like to be so consumed by another person? She's forgotten where they are, what they were doing, why they were here... the only thing mattering right now is sating that deep-rooted desire that's been tearing at them for ages and breaching any amount of space left between them and keeping it that way.
Is it normal to feel overwhelmed by it all? The release of all of those feelings that had been wound up in her chest for so long, and the relief of being able to finally let it all go... to be able to pour it all into him without even having to speak a word... It's too much. So much that she can feel tears burning the corners of her eyes, and she fights them tooth and nail to keep them back.
It's a vain battle and they come anyway, hot against both their cheeks, so she separates from him, red lips parting as she tries to breathe what little air there is between them.]
Eustace, I...
[She isn't even sure what she wants to say, but she's withdrawing again, suddenly feeling shy about it. About all of this. Her forehead bumps against his, and she lets her hands slide down the sides of his face so they can support her on his shoulders instead.]
I've never...