[Protest as she might, the moment Eustace's hands command her to the ground, Tifa follows, hair fanning out like a splash of night in the greenish glow. Swollen lips open to object, but he captures them before she can so much as get a single breath out, and her body falls to his mercy again, back scraping against the mossy floor as it arches up against him. That low, rough timbre of his voice sends vibrations shooting up her spine and she shivers, and her arms wrap around his back to anchor him to her.
The message is received loud and clear and yet, there's still that tiny voice ringing in the back of her mind that tries to scream that it's too much, too fast. That she has to push him away, to run... but with every breath of air he shares with her, the further it gets chased away. She's spiraling, and there's nothing she can do—No. When he frees her lips, Tifa gently turns her head so that she can finally get a word in.]
But this is...
[Her voice fades into a soft gasp when she feels those gentle nips on her neck, and the intense heat that ripples from where he teases, spreading through her. Her head rolling back is automatic, like her brain has shut off to everything else but the press of him on her, and her body is calling all the shots, granting him easier access for him to continue to take as he pleases. She would be lying if she said she didn't want this too—every time she tries to protest, her words turn into sharp breaths and quiet whines.
Somehow, she manages to drag herself out of it again after Gaia knows how long, but this time, she won't go far. She can't. This time, she lets her hands wander up so that they can clasp the sides of his face, forcing him to look at her.]
We shouldn't...
[Not here... in a mossy cave in the middle of nowhere.
But her own voice is edged with an intense ache that makes it crack, but she holds strong against his startingly blue eyes, using up whatever restraint she has that he hasn't already melted away under his touch. Even if she never imagined things would go this way, ever, this still isn't how she wants it to go.
And if this is how things are going to be, then he deserves better than this.]
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The message is received loud and clear and yet, there's still that tiny voice ringing in the back of her mind that tries to scream that it's too much, too fast. That she has to push him away, to run... but with every breath of air he shares with her, the further it gets chased away. She's spiraling, and there's nothing she can do—No. When he frees her lips, Tifa gently turns her head so that she can finally get a word in.]
But this is...
[Her voice fades into a soft gasp when she feels those gentle nips on her neck, and the intense heat that ripples from where he teases, spreading through her. Her head rolling back is automatic, like her brain has shut off to everything else but the press of him on her, and her body is calling all the shots, granting him easier access for him to continue to take as he pleases. She would be lying if she said she didn't want this too—every time she tries to protest, her words turn into sharp breaths and quiet whines.
Somehow, she manages to drag herself out of it again after Gaia knows how long, but this time, she won't go far. She can't. This time, she lets her hands wander up so that they can clasp the sides of his face, forcing him to look at her.]
We shouldn't...
[Not here... in a mossy cave in the middle of nowhere.
But her own voice is edged with an intense ache that makes it crack, but she holds strong against his startingly blue eyes, using up whatever restraint she has that he hasn't already melted away under his touch. Even if she never imagined things would go this way, ever, this still isn't how she wants it to go.
And if this is how things are going to be, then he deserves better than this.]