[Tifa only hums pleasantly when he comes up behind her, knowing well that this is turning into another game of cat and dog that they're playing, with the way he fidgets with the knot of her robe before pulling it tight, and she only responds with a small noise, her cheeks flushing when she (accidentally?) bumps back into him before he walks off to the bathroom.
She gets to work hanging up the rest of her clothes on a chair next to his to dry them off, and when he returns, she'll be seated on the red velvet couch in front of it, her leg stretched out in front of her, with the robe's the tie loosened only just so that it sits draping just off her shoulders. Her eyes won't look up from her hands as they lather lotion over her skin, but a smile will appear when she hears him enter the room, from behind the hair that falls in front of her face, hiding the blush in her face from him.
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She gets to work hanging up the rest of her clothes on a chair next to his to dry them off, and when he returns, she'll be seated on the red velvet couch in front of it, her leg stretched out in front of her, with the robe's the tie loosened only just so that it sits draping just off her shoulders. Her eyes won't look up from her hands as they lather lotion over her skin, but a smile will appear when she hears him enter the room, from behind the hair that falls in front of her face, hiding the blush in her face from him.
Because she's not going to let him win this.]
How was the shower? Feel better?
[Still only teasing, of course.]