[If they have been, then she hasn't noticed that everything had been cleaned up and rearranged, with their bathing suits hung up to dry on a nearby wooden chair...?
Not that she has much time to react, not with the loving nips and kisses he sprinkles across her cool skin, and then the way he scoops her up into his arms. A gasp falls past Tifa's lips that turns into a small yelp when she's forced to wrap her arms around his neck and dig her face into the crook of it, already feeling the flush that's rising in her cheeks as he carries her to the bathroom.
Somehow, being carried like this makes her feel almost like a princess... a very embarrassed princess, but one nonetheless, and something of a peal of giddy giggles brushes over his neck when she tightens her hold.
And of course, in there is the ever-wide array of soaps, oils, and bubbles that they were offered outside, if not more, laid out neatly across the counter for them to choose from, as well as a basket of red rose petals with a note that says "Sprinkle me :)" tied to the front wickers.
As much as she would like for him to not let go, Tifa pats him on the shoulder to let her down so that she can take a look at what she has to work with, as well as get the water running. There's a fluffy rug spread across the floor, so please be kind and set her feet down on there rather than the cold floor!
And when, or rather if, he does, she'll linger with a smile on him before turning the tap, the water immediately going hot and steaming as it slowly starts to fill the giant clawfoot tub. As for the additions, she doesn't want to go all out, so... some lavender bubbles, a small dollop of the vanilla oil, and the roses that have practically begged her to sprinkle into the water for that romantic touch.
She pauses in her discoveries to look at the same soap that she's pretty sure Eustace used on her the night before, in the springs, and her brows raise at the small fine print near the bottom of the bottle.
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Not that she has much time to react, not with the loving nips and kisses he sprinkles across her cool skin, and then the way he scoops her up into his arms. A gasp falls past Tifa's lips that turns into a small yelp when she's forced to wrap her arms around his neck and dig her face into the crook of it, already feeling the flush that's rising in her cheeks as he carries her to the bathroom.
Somehow, being carried like this makes her feel almost like a princess... a very embarrassed princess, but one nonetheless, and something of a peal of giddy giggles brushes over his neck when she tightens her hold.
And of course, in there is the ever-wide array of soaps, oils, and bubbles that they were offered outside, if not more, laid out neatly across the counter for them to choose from, as well as a basket of red rose petals with a note that says "Sprinkle me :)" tied to the front wickers.
As much as she would like for him to not let go, Tifa pats him on the shoulder to let her down so that she can take a look at what she has to work with, as well as get the water running. There's a fluffy rug spread across the floor, so please be kind and set her feet down on there rather than the cold floor!
And when, or rather if, he does, she'll linger with a smile on him before turning the tap, the water immediately going hot and steaming as it slowly starts to fill the giant clawfoot tub. As for the additions, she doesn't want to go all out, so... some lavender bubbles, a small dollop of the vanilla oil, and the roses that have practically begged her to sprinkle into the water for that romantic touch.
She pauses in her discoveries to look at the same soap that she's pretty sure Eustace used on her the night before, in the springs, and her brows raise at the small fine print near the bottom of the bottle.
Huh.]
Is this... the soap you grabbed last night?