[Tifa tries to ignore the tension that twists back into the tender spot between her shoulders when she hears the woman's voice, coy and playful, as she works Eustace's muscles loose, while she curses herself into oblivion at the floor for that pang of unease. It's a hard thing to pinpoint, mostly because she'd rather not go down that road in admitting that what she felt is true. She isn't one to get jealous often, but...
No, it was nothing.
She's just doing her job. She's just doing her job!
"Oh, honey. I thought I worked this one out!"
She can hear that grin in his voice, but then she feels his fingers move from her lower back so that they can dig into her shoulder blades, right where she felt that tension hit, and the pressure slowly fades again, that ugly thought along with it, and Tifa sighs, melting back into the massage bed once more.]
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No, it was nothing.
She's just doing her job. She's just doing her job!
"Oh, honey. I thought I worked this one out!"
She can hear that grin in his voice, but then she feels his fingers move from her lower back so that they can dig into her shoulder blades, right where she felt that tension hit, and the pressure slowly fades again, that ugly thought along with it, and Tifa sighs, melting back into the massage bed once more.]