[And take it he may. She isn't innocent either, her eyes so engrossed on his lips that she feels that frantic urge rising with each word he breathes against hers.
It's a bit surprising that this would be his first. He'd taken charge of the situation so quickly, so naturally that she wouldn't have guessed if he hadn't said so. Perhaps it was the same for him—that some things just come more easily than others. He's so sure of himself, so confident in the way he wraps his hands around her waist, or brushes them through her hair, while Tifa is still so shy and nervous.
But then he says it—that she's the first who's ever made him feel this way—and it once again cracks that small bit of self-restraint she's been clinging onto. He hardly gets the chance to finish it before she's kissing him again, hands searching for more closeness before they settle behind his head, fingers curling against the back of his ears.
She only breaks free far enough to whisper back.]
You've been there, since day one...
[As if she needs to justify all of this. She doesn't, but she still needs to say it again. She needs him to know that this isn't something born out of her desire for someone else or for companionship to sate that innate loneliness of hers. Cloud means something to her—he always has and that will never, ever change—but Eustace means something else entirely. When no one else was there, he was. When she was in trouble or when she felt down, or when she wanted to spend time with someone, who was there? Eustace was. When she'd been in trouble, who was there? Or when Clover had needed that extra bit of companionship and help? He'd stayed.
He was the one who wiped those tears and didn't run away when she'd let her emotions boil and spill over.
He's someone she can trust with all of her being and even then, it's rooted itself so much deeper than that. So deep that not even she can fully come to understand.]
You made me feel... safe...
[Special. Like she means something to someone that isn't just a superficial friendship. Like she means something to him, the same way he does to her. It's hard enough putting this all into words on a normal day, but with her brain so scrambled, she can only hope that he understands what she means through words and her actions.]
Thank you...
[She kisses him again, still gentle, still a little hesitant and tearful, but her lips part ever so slightly in an invitation. A beckon for him to take.]
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It's a bit surprising that this would be his first. He'd taken charge of the situation so quickly, so naturally that she wouldn't have guessed if he hadn't said so. Perhaps it was the same for him—that some things just come more easily than others. He's so sure of himself, so confident in the way he wraps his hands around her waist, or brushes them through her hair, while Tifa is still so shy and nervous.
But then he says it—that she's the first who's ever made him feel this way—and it once again cracks that small bit of self-restraint she's been clinging onto. He hardly gets the chance to finish it before she's kissing him again, hands searching for more closeness before they settle behind his head, fingers curling against the back of his ears.
She only breaks free far enough to whisper back.]
You've been there, since day one...
[As if she needs to justify all of this. She doesn't, but she still needs to say it again. She needs him to know that this isn't something born out of her desire for someone else or for companionship to sate that innate loneliness of hers. Cloud means something to her—he always has and that will never, ever change—but Eustace means something else entirely. When no one else was there, he was. When she was in trouble or when she felt down, or when she wanted to spend time with someone, who was there? Eustace was. When she'd been in trouble, who was there? Or when Clover had needed that extra bit of companionship and help? He'd stayed.
He was the one who wiped those tears and didn't run away when she'd let her emotions boil and spill over.
He's someone she can trust with all of her being and even then, it's rooted itself so much deeper than that. So deep that not even she can fully come to understand.]
You made me feel... safe...
[Special. Like she means something to someone that isn't just a superficial friendship. Like she means something to him, the same way he does to her. It's hard enough putting this all into words on a normal day, but with her brain so scrambled, she can only hope that he understands what she means through words and her actions.]
Thank you...
[She kisses him again, still gentle, still a little hesitant and tearful, but her lips part ever so slightly in an invitation. A beckon for him to take.]