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closed 🌠⚡ tell me i'm the one you want...

Who: Tifa Lockhart & Eustace.
Status: Closed.
Where: Ocard flower gardens.
What: Eustace and Tifa finally go on their first date.
Warnings: Dunno yet :D

[After talking about it and all the planning and the anticipation, one would think that all that preparedness would leave her feeling at ease about the whole thing, but now that the day is finally here... not even Tifa had expected herself to be as nervous as she was. It's not as if they haven't spent any time together before this, or hadn't been quite as close, but there's just something about it being a date now—officially, all of those times she's invited him to the bar or when she's visited his home on Nogard don't count—that has every nerve of hers on end.

Not in a bad way, but she is willing this to be as perfect as it can be and prays that nothing will go wrong. She hasn't forgotten what Ocard was like last year, and she hopes that the dragons are kind enough to leave the two of them alone to enjoy their picnic in the gardens in peace. That, and her excitement is buzzing, all of that pent up anticipation coming out of her in hastened footsteps and red cheeks by the time she finally does manage to find him.

She whirls around a tall hedge of rose bushes when she spots him, her dark, strawberry-printed dress flaring out around her as she clutches her small picnic basket close. Her heart leaps into her throat like this is the very first time that she's seeing him.]

Sorry...

[She wanders over with a sheepish smile, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes flitting to him and noting just how handsome he looks...]

This place is so big, I think I got a little lost.

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Oh?

[Well, she's a little sad—a shiny shell on his collar would have been so cute.]

What sort of thing above his bed?

Not sure, maybe some kind of plaque with his name, or something decorative to make it more his space.

What about... a dog made out of shells?

[She might only be half serious but she's already started to arrange the ones between them into the shape of a dog... Or what could be something sort of shaped like a dog? It's a little hard with the limited space that they have, and when she's done...

...]

Alright, maybe not.

[She makes a face at it what is essentially a rectangle with four legs and a head—]

[...

He also tries to imagine, and he ends up snorting in quiet laughter in turn.]

What about a paw print?

Hey, don't laugh!

[She splashes him with a bit of water, though she's stifling her own as she continues to stare down at the... dog... thing...

Her expression puckers a little more.]

Yeah, maybe a paw print would be easier.

[And she'll start to rearrange them.]

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[He just closes an eye at the splash, but it does little to remove the smile that he still wears. And he'll watch her as she tries again, leaning in a little closer as his attention drifts from her hands and the shells to her face.]

[She's in the middle of moving the shells around to try and make a pawprint shape like he had said, and while this one is a little easier, she finds herself quickly distracted by his closeness when he leans in.

...

Enough that he'll likely see her cheeks begin to flush before she slowly tears her eyes away from the shells, her own gaze trailing up his face to find him staring back at her.

Her brows lift, her lashes flutter, and there's a beat or two before she finally finds her voice and she glances away again.]

... What is it?

[His gaze never wavers even when she turns to look at him. And for a moment, he considers moving in closer...

...

A consideration he decides to act on, that distance between them suddenly closing as his lips first brush against the corner of her lip and then moving to press more fully against her mouth.]

[She could feel the intensity of his stare bearing down on her, even as she keeps her own turned slightly away, which is why she is surprised in the next moment when he is kissing her.

In an instant, her stomach flutters with butterflies bursting to life and her skin tingles with a warmth that she has only ever felt when they shared moments like this, and without thought, her body is melting into his, a sigh passing over her lips before she seeks his out more fully. Tentative at first, but with growing courage, before she pulls back slightly, her breath shaking as she exhales.]

... Is everything okay?

[There's a slight lift of his brow before he looks at her a little amused.]

What... I can't just kiss you just because?

[He then leans back in closer.]

Do I need to tell you what I was thinking...?

You can...

[Her gaze flits to his lips, and she is tempted to again, just to see what he would do, but his next question gives her pause.]

Only if you want to.

[But there is a light of intrigue in her eyes, a shy interest that she fixes him with as she catches her next breath.]

[She might regret it if she's already feeling shy like this. So there's just a light smirk as he eyes her for a moment.]

Not sure if I can really put it into words...

Just you looked attractive in that moment. Pretty.

Kissable.

[He doesn't really wax poetic on a normal day, and he isn't really going to try now. But who knows if this is any better as he just goes straight to the point and enunciates each word clearly.]

[Well, whatever he is doing, it's clearly working, because her cheeks are indeed very pink and he might see that little breath she lets out as her chest quickly rises and falls. There's a tingling, fuzzy, warm feeling that buzzes through her. Her eyes dart away from his for a moment, as if to collect herself, before she's letting them settle on him again.]

You look pretty kissable yourself right now.

[And she's going to let her eyes fall shut and lean in closer, pressing her lips gently to his as if in question, seeking his permission. Her hand reaches up to his arm to do the same, skimming over his bicep.]

And I think I'd like it if you did it again...

[His eyes narrow for a moment, a heat starting to stir when she approaches and expresses her own wants. And without another word or thought, the water ripples as he moves in to close that distance again for a firmer, almost rougher kiss in answer. His hand will reach out to her wrist, pulling her closer before going around to her back to slide over her bare skin, a different kind of heat tingling at the feel of it.]

[There's a soft splash as he pulls her closer, her whole body falling into his arms when he tugs her by her wrist, her other hand moving to his chest to brace herself.

This is one of the first moments where they are alone—truly alone, without a soul in sight—and somehow, some way, that compels her to explore a little further as his own hands do along her back. Her lips brush and press to his, experimenting, her fingers digging gently into his muscles beneath them, her palm sliding over and across his collarbone slowly in a silent invitation for him to do more, as well as another ask for his permission for her to do the same...]

[That permission will be granted as his other hand now slips to behind her neck, cradling the back of her head as he tips her head up more before his teeth graze against her lips, as if trying to pry them open as he seeks more of her taste—more of her.

Maybe it is because they're alone that he feels more inclined to indulge more. To...push a little more. And maybe it's because they're in the water, where he can touch her more freely and feel the warmth of her skin directly beneath his fingertips. It does make things more sensual for sure, makes him more aware as he can pick up every sound she makes, of the way her breath quickens...

Especially when their bodies become a little more flushed together.]

[With a soft sound against his lips, her fingers trail beneath his shirt as it clings to his skin, and it feels as if someone's lit them on fire with how warm he is beneath. They have held hands, exchanged little touches here and there, but nothing quite like this, as her own hands can explore and touch more freely, feeling more of him without the barriers between.

Her heart races like a rabbit in her chest, her breaths growing shallow and quick as she leans into him further. She still isn't entirely sure what she is doing half the time, but her instincts seem to know, as she slowly parts her lips for him in invitation, wanting a taste of him at the same time. How quickly this has devolved... or perhaps not so quickly at all. How long have they waited for a moment to be completely alone, without the risk of eyes catching them or anyone interrupting whatever this is? How long has this yearning in her built up that it now feels like it's all about to come crashing down if she isn't careful?

Her body wants more and seeks more, but she has to part for a moment, both for air and to steady the dizzy fog that's creeped into her head.]

... Eustace?

[Is all she says, her voice quiet and breathless, but it carries every other question in it.]

[The touch of her hands only incites him further, making already heated blood run faster. It's a touch he has never felt or experienced before, and the fact that it's from Tifa, someone he's grown attracted to and starting to develop deeper feelings—feelings he's shied and protected himself from for so long—only makes him more sensitive to it. Normally he doesn't even like being touched carelessly or without cause, but with Tifa...

He wouldn't mind it at all.

No, he would encourage it, and in a way he will do so by not flinching or moving away from her, letting her roam as she wishes just as he will. Of course, although he feels a bit more greed growing, his touch is slow and careful—exploring a little. Subconsciously admiring how soft and smooth her skin is, and how small she feels against him. How easy he could crush her if he weren't careful.

Yet when she says her name like that, with that quiet breathlessness to it, it's as if something snaps and instead of pulling back and questioning her, he just pushes back to her. It's a rougher kiss, almost biting as if admonishing her for pulling away, and unconsciously he pushes her back more against the rock wall as if to pin her there.]

[She certainly hopes that he doesn't mind it, because when he pushes her back against the wall, her body pliant as she falls back to it, her hands continue to wander a little more. Her touch is shy, every stroke of her fingers deliberate as they slide over his back, the other curiously carding through his soft, damp hair, pushing it back so that she can caress his cheek.

That rougher kiss has her sighing against the new heat that twists around itself in her. While she is a little gentler, mostly out of lack of her own confidence, she allows him more, invites him even, to explore further than he ever has before, just as she allows herself to.

And damn it, she needs air, but she wonders if she needs this more... and so she parts with him for only a moment to take it, not realizing the soft whisper of his name that falls out of her again before she pulls him back, closer.]

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[The more she lets him, the more his instincts take over along with something else. Something deeper, more carnal... Enough that his slides from her back and sides down to her hips so that he can feel more...

...

Mo.......

Fuck.

When he feels something else stirring, he stiffens and hastily pulls back flustered with a rough breath.]

[And she doesn't stop him. Does she want to? She doesn't know, but her body speaks for her before her mind can catch up, everything else around her a complete blur right now as she arches towards him, looking for not only his touch but the warmth of his body as the water splashes gently around them.

Her own hands have reached for his shirt, gripping his collar... until—

???

She feels him stiffen and then suddenly, he's pulling back. Tifa's heart sinks in that moment, her stomach dropping like an anvil as she blinks her eyes open in shock and... horror?]

Is... something wrong?

[Did she do something he didn't like? Did she go too far?]

No...maybe?

[He can't quite look at her as he feels a wave of disgust at himself, and while he won't pull away completely, he does run a hand over his face as he tries to rid himself of the strange feeling that had overcome him in the moment. A feeling that goes deeper than just a normal arousal.]

Sorry...just need a moment.

I—okay...

[And now that they've parted, she can feel her own face growing redder and warmer, as she realizes that she is up against the wall, her sarong sliding from her hips, her lips swollen and wet, her heart racing in her chest.

What just happened?

As she takes a sharp breath herself, she sits them both up a little straighter, holding onto him still, but her gaze is cast elsewhere.]

I'm...sorry...

[He stiffens at her apology and quickly looks at her.]

No—it's not you.

[He grits his teeth for a moment before he lets out a low exhale.]

It was my fault.

What? No—

[Her fingers tighten around his arm, but realizing that, she quickly loosens them and pulls back. Her voice shrinks to something quieter, barely audible over the water.]

I... there was nothing wrong...

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