[ she fears the implications of selfishness in this moment, in how all of this has been given way as a result of something well beyond her own control, the demands of that mark translated through the growing physical desires that scream for touch all over her body. for something like this, she imagines it really could be anyone, that the intention of it is for satisfaction through sex regardless of her partner, but she hopes he knows that the convenience of his presence here now isn't at all why she agrees to it, that her own stubbornness would have taken the risk of rejecting him if he were someone else she didn't feel comfortable touching her body.
it's his gentleness that makes it easy to give in, how even with her confession, he still guides her with the tender kindness of his lips to her forehead, patient understanding in that subtle gesture so heart-wrenchingly surprising that it only seems to make that vulnerable organ in her chest beat all the faster with an ache to be surrounded by him completely. ]
Okay. [ she gives an understanding nod, partly still naive in her early interpretations of these urges, because how bad could it truly get for her to be unable to handle a simple walk to his place. it's that decision alone that currently has her stomach in a flutter of nerves, if only because it's the first since she's been here that she's agreed at all to go back with someone with those intentions in mind, compared to the more impromptu decisions that seemed to have become more of the norm in this resort.
with sanji leading, tifa follows, sliding off the stool and focusing on the clutch of his hand with her head slightly bowed as to avoid meeting the possible gaze of anyone else in the restaurant, wondering if they could see the glow of her mark tucked behind her ear as he had or if something else on her body spells the prickle of lust she's feeling for everyone to see. when his arm finds itself around her shoulders instead, her face burns with crimson, fighting the urge to turn and tuck her face into his chest to hide it.
it's just a walk, she tries to remind herself, but the close proximity only burns her temperature hotter, how even with her body leaning in against his jacket, his warmth seems to radiate through the layers. she has to keep her hand at the small of his back to avoid the collision of her arm against his side but in doing so, it only forces upon more touch, more points of contact that make her all the more alert of the way she can pull him in further towards her. with each step, she can feel the shift of the fabric from her panties grazing against her folds, the slick threads practically clinging to her cunt from the soaked material β all hidden beneath her dress and yet, the obvious sensation makes her feel so seen while she's tucked against him, like he and everyone else knows that she's some poor hungry animal shivering with the desperation to be fucked.
she doesn't like it, all these physical vulnerabilities worn on her sleeves, but she reminds herself that he doesn't seem to think less of her for it, that he knows where it all stems from. and it's almost as though he could read her mind, with how that assuring kiss to her temple seems to break her out of that distracted spell of thoughts, making her more conscious of the steps in front of them, the residential doors still seeming like a maze with how little she's been able to fully understand her way around the resort.
but she turns her head up to him, managing a small smile even as her breathing still exhales shallowly from her lips. ] Yeah, I'm ... I'm okay. It's just β starting to feel a little dizzy and ... hot, I think? [ her attempt to try to piece together parts of her symptoms as she meets his eyes, has her absentmindedly gazing back towards his mouth again, almost deliriously like a starved child who hasn't had a meal in days suddenly catching a sampling of warm meat in her midst. she swallows, turning her head down, almost ashamed. ] And I can't ... stop thinking about it β wanting to kiss you, wanting your hands on me, wanting you to β [ she gives a firm shake of her head, feeling the blush warm beyond her cheeks, across every portion of her skin. ] Does it always feel this intoxicating?
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it's his gentleness that makes it easy to give in, how even with her confession, he still guides her with the tender kindness of his lips to her forehead, patient understanding in that subtle gesture so heart-wrenchingly surprising that it only seems to make that vulnerable organ in her chest beat all the faster with an ache to be surrounded by him completely. ]
Okay. [ she gives an understanding nod, partly still naive in her early interpretations of these urges, because how bad could it truly get for her to be unable to handle a simple walk to his place. it's that decision alone that currently has her stomach in a flutter of nerves, if only because it's the first since she's been here that she's agreed at all to go back with someone with those intentions in mind, compared to the more impromptu decisions that seemed to have become more of the norm in this resort.
with sanji leading, tifa follows, sliding off the stool and focusing on the clutch of his hand with her head slightly bowed as to avoid meeting the possible gaze of anyone else in the restaurant, wondering if they could see the glow of her mark tucked behind her ear as he had or if something else on her body spells the prickle of lust she's feeling for everyone to see. when his arm finds itself around her shoulders instead, her face burns with crimson, fighting the urge to turn and tuck her face into his chest to hide it.
it's just a walk, she tries to remind herself, but the close proximity only burns her temperature hotter, how even with her body leaning in against his jacket, his warmth seems to radiate through the layers. she has to keep her hand at the small of his back to avoid the collision of her arm against his side but in doing so, it only forces upon more touch, more points of contact that make her all the more alert of the way she can pull him in further towards her. with each step, she can feel the shift of the fabric from her panties grazing against her folds, the slick threads practically clinging to her cunt from the soaked material β all hidden beneath her dress and yet, the obvious sensation makes her feel so seen while she's tucked against him, like he and everyone else knows that she's some poor hungry animal shivering with the desperation to be fucked.
she doesn't like it, all these physical vulnerabilities worn on her sleeves, but she reminds herself that he doesn't seem to think less of her for it, that he knows where it all stems from. and it's almost as though he could read her mind, with how that assuring kiss to her temple seems to break her out of that distracted spell of thoughts, making her more conscious of the steps in front of them, the residential doors still seeming like a maze with how little she's been able to fully understand her way around the resort.
but she turns her head up to him, managing a small smile even as her breathing still exhales shallowly from her lips. ] Yeah, I'm ... I'm okay. It's just β starting to feel a little dizzy and ... hot, I think? [ her attempt to try to piece together parts of her symptoms as she meets his eyes, has her absentmindedly gazing back towards his mouth again, almost deliriously like a starved child who hasn't had a meal in days suddenly catching a sampling of warm meat in her midst. she swallows, turning her head down, almost ashamed. ] And I can't ... stop thinking about it β wanting to kiss you, wanting your hands on me, wanting you to β [ she gives a firm shake of her head, feeling the blush warm beyond her cheeks, across every portion of her skin. ] Does it always feel this intoxicating?