[Tifa's eyes go wide, and just when she thought her face couldn't get any hotter, it finds a way. Self-conscious, her fingers snap up to comb them through her hair, setting straight (or trying and failing) any stray hairs that might have been disturbed overnight.
Is he trying to tango with her?
Well, whatever he's trying to do, he succeeded in returning the favour. Shy giggles bubble up in her and she pitches forward in her movements, wanting to bury her face into his chest again... But instead, she uses it as an excuse to readjust herself so that she's almost—almost—on top of him, with her elbows propped up on either side of his face.
...
There's a brief moment when their eyes meet that makes her breath catch in her throat, but she must resist... because...
She grabs the corners of his ears and runs her fingers over them in gentle, feathery pets.]
So are you.
[She's teasing him, yes, but she means it, if the way her gaze flicks from his ears, to his eyes, then to his lips is any indication... Or how her motions slow almost to a crawl as the tension in her stomach starts to rise again...]
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Is he trying to tango with her?
Well, whatever he's trying to do, he succeeded in returning the favour. Shy giggles bubble up in her and she pitches forward in her movements, wanting to bury her face into his chest again... But instead, she uses it as an excuse to readjust herself so that she's almost—almost—on top of him, with her elbows propped up on either side of his face.
...
There's a brief moment when their eyes meet that makes her breath catch in her throat, but she must resist... because...
She grabs the corners of his ears and runs her fingers over them in gentle, feathery pets.]
So are you.
[She's teasing him, yes, but she means it, if the way her gaze flicks from his ears, to his eyes, then to his lips is any indication... Or how her motions slow almost to a crawl as the tension in her stomach starts to rise again...]