[She backs him off of her with a kiss, pressing her lips to his just hard enough that she can nudge him backwards to the edge of the tub.]
Another time.
[She knows she hasn't shared much about herself, if anything at all, but there isn't a single soul in Camelot that knows the entire story of her past—she hasn't even opened up to Aerith about it yet, and not even Cloud knows it all. The idea of sharing it is a little scary, but she already has, in a way. The jagged scar across her chest is a big part of that, and surely if he can accept it, then he could accept the rest, right?
It doesn't matter now, because Tifa is already rising in the tub, the water splashing off her skin as she stands in front of him, but she won't linger for long. Stepping out and knowing he'll follow, she crosses to the shower and gently pulls the glass door open to start the water, turning it almost all the way up until she can feel it practically burning her fingertips when she reaches in to test it.
But before he can wander too far, she motions to the bottle they'd used earlier.]
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Another time.
[She knows she hasn't shared much about herself, if anything at all, but there isn't a single soul in Camelot that knows the entire story of her past—she hasn't even opened up to Aerith about it yet, and not even Cloud knows it all. The idea of sharing it is a little scary, but she already has, in a way. The jagged scar across her chest is a big part of that, and surely if he can accept it, then he could accept the rest, right?
It doesn't matter now, because Tifa is already rising in the tub, the water splashing off her skin as she stands in front of him, but she won't linger for long. Stepping out and knowing he'll follow, she crosses to the shower and gently pulls the glass door open to start the water, turning it almost all the way up until she can feel it practically burning her fingertips when she reaches in to test it.
But before he can wander too far, she motions to the bottle they'd used earlier.]
Bring the soap.