[ she's certainly lucky to say that she does know people here from home, some she would even trust with her own life, but the fortune of having some familiar faces around her doesn't resonate the same when the question is really about who she can easily ask to have sex with, especially when she's barely been bold enough to even bring up the concept of this place as a prominent topic of conversation with any one of them. because tifa's never been the kind of girl to treat that kind of intimacy so casually, a point that even the resort itself had been made aware of prompting them to extend this gift of an activated mark in the first place.
which presents the question of whether she would be feeling the same curious aching desires towards sanji now if that diamond weren't pulsing bright in this very moment. it's hard to say when that impulsion of spontaneous lust is plenty foreign to her own body, but as his fingers slide against the flesh of her cheek, she feels a soothing comfort in the touch that doesn't feel entirely related to the unnatural cravings of her body. the physical contact draws her eyes to stay locked with his, and it's a magic that's all entirely his own, the softness of his voice like a lull to the crashing waves that splash against stone in the mist of his eyes and a smile that doesn't carry the kind of lies she's used to finding in more lecherous men.
i want you, words she's heard in attempted seduction before, but not ever has it comes with the graze of a thumb across her jaw that coaxes her lips to part, to quiver with a hazy breath as she finds herself consumed with an abundance of fantasies in all the ways she wants this man in front of her to find himself between her legs, to feel those gentle hands tug down the hem of her dress and offer her breasts a far rougher squeeze, to memorize those lips caressing along every path of her skin.
another trick from the resort? a simple con of his own? perhaps. except she also still sees the boyish charm from the same lips that had just sweetly shared his dreams with her just moments ago, the same honest eyes from a man who simply wants to find the most beautiful sea that may or may not exist. somehow, she's sure of it, even through the more obscene demands of a needy cunt and the growing wetness that already begins to seep through her panties β this is a boy that tifa lockhart herself is all too willing to kiss.
and when he brushes his lips ever so gently to hers, it seals that certainty.
her fingers curve to tighten around his own as her head gives a subtle tilt, a minor gesture that's enough to nudge their noses together as if their tips could catch a kiss of their own, while she seeks to find her own voice. ]
I want you. [ she admits, in the softest whisper, her cheeks blossoming a shade that's more honest of a girl still carrying nerves for the admission. but she nods all the same, fingers rising to gently stroke a tentative touch of her own to his cheek, as she leans in for another soft brush of their mouths, a kiss more firm than the last though almost still shy, even as her breath carries desire in heat as it's exhaled past his lips. she whispers again. ] If it's β if it's okay, then ... I want it with you. I trust you.
[ she arches her body forward, curving further into him, fighting the impulse for more touch, for the itch of her hands that nearly aim to start peeling away at his jacket and all the other layers that come with it, to learn the muscles beneath that suit. at least she's sensible enough in the moment, still plenty herself even when that aroused diamond-led stranger takes over parts of her body, to remember they aren't alone to rush right towards appeasing cravings, even if she finds herself entirely blind to the rest of the red cardinal while this close to his proximity. ] Get us out of here?
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which presents the question of whether she would be feeling the same curious aching desires towards sanji now if that diamond weren't pulsing bright in this very moment. it's hard to say when that impulsion of spontaneous lust is plenty foreign to her own body, but as his fingers slide against the flesh of her cheek, she feels a soothing comfort in the touch that doesn't feel entirely related to the unnatural cravings of her body. the physical contact draws her eyes to stay locked with his, and it's a magic that's all entirely his own, the softness of his voice like a lull to the crashing waves that splash against stone in the mist of his eyes and a smile that doesn't carry the kind of lies she's used to finding in more lecherous men.
i want you, words she's heard in attempted seduction before, but not ever has it comes with the graze of a thumb across her jaw that coaxes her lips to part, to quiver with a hazy breath as she finds herself consumed with an abundance of fantasies in all the ways she wants this man in front of her to find himself between her legs, to feel those gentle hands tug down the hem of her dress and offer her breasts a far rougher squeeze, to memorize those lips caressing along every path of her skin.
another trick from the resort? a simple con of his own? perhaps. except she also still sees the boyish charm from the same lips that had just sweetly shared his dreams with her just moments ago, the same honest eyes from a man who simply wants to find the most beautiful sea that may or may not exist. somehow, she's sure of it, even through the more obscene demands of a needy cunt and the growing wetness that already begins to seep through her panties β this is a boy that tifa lockhart herself is all too willing to kiss.
and when he brushes his lips ever so gently to hers, it seals that certainty.
her fingers curve to tighten around his own as her head gives a subtle tilt, a minor gesture that's enough to nudge their noses together as if their tips could catch a kiss of their own, while she seeks to find her own voice. ]
I want you. [ she admits, in the softest whisper, her cheeks blossoming a shade that's more honest of a girl still carrying nerves for the admission. but she nods all the same, fingers rising to gently stroke a tentative touch of her own to his cheek, as she leans in for another soft brush of their mouths, a kiss more firm than the last though almost still shy, even as her breath carries desire in heat as it's exhaled past his lips. she whispers again. ] If it's β if it's okay, then ... I want it with you. I trust you.
[ she arches her body forward, curving further into him, fighting the impulse for more touch, for the itch of her hands that nearly aim to start peeling away at his jacket and all the other layers that come with it, to learn the muscles beneath that suit. at least she's sensible enough in the moment, still plenty herself even when that aroused diamond-led stranger takes over parts of her body, to remember they aren't alone to rush right towards appeasing cravings, even if she finds herself entirely blind to the rest of the red cardinal while this close to his proximity. ] Get us out of here?