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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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[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...

[There's a pang of guilt at her pulling away, and he wants to reach out to her, but an unknown fear forms and he ends up hesitating.]

...Not yet.

[Another sigh as he wonders how to explain what just happened.]

I lost control for a moment.

Lost control...?

[She thought it felt perfectly normal in the moment, but maybe she was wrong? Was she wrong for... actually liking it? She didn't even know that she could or would, but when it did happen, she did nothing to stop it because she didn't want to...

But hearing this, seeing the way he looks at her, her hand comes back to rest on his arm where her thumb strokes a gentle line up and down the inside of his wrist.]

Were you worried about me or something?

[He doesn't flinch away at her touch, but he can feel the unusual heat rising from it and he can't help the concern that does flicker of his expression.]

...Yes. Just because I've never been in one, that doesn't mean I'm not aware of what happens in relationships... And I didn't want to move...too fast.

[She gets it... and she is silent for a while, with only the water to fill that void in between.

Maybe they were moving a little quick there, but it didn't feel bad. It didn't feel anything but natural.

Which begs the question...]

... Did you not like it?

No...the opposite.

[He liked it quite a lot.]

...Perhaps too much.

Oh. I see...

[Her voice goes even quieter, if such a thing were even possible, and she has to bite down on her lip to stop herself from... smiling? Well, at least that means she had done something right? Because he certainly had...]

There's... nothing really wrong with that... is there?

[A pause, as she finally has the courage to meet his gaze.]

... It's okay.

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[Primals how does he even begin. He still can't quite look her in the eye, still can't quite relax with how tense he is about himself.]

No... I don't think you understand what I mean.

[There's a question in her eyes, as well as the way she squeezes his wrist with one hand, the other pressing her palm to her hot cheek, but with the way that he's acting, she still can't help but wonder if this is her fault.

Her stomach keeps sinking and sinking with dread...]

Then... help me understand?

[He's going to stare at her a little dumbfounded. Surely she's at least...aware??

His expression hardens a bit as he tries to figure out how to say this, but in the end he can only let out a small sound of frustration.]

I don't want to go too far and hurt you.

Hurt me?

[Is that what he was worried about?

Her brow furrows at him, and she falls silent for a moment in thought, her thumb still tracing idle lines along the inside of his wrist.]

... You didn't go too far, though. And if you did hurt me, I'd tell you.

[And now her cheeks flush a little deeper, and she lets her hair fall down from her shoulders to cascade over her face to hide it.]

I... didn't mind it at all.

[It's a complicated feeling. On the one hand, he's a bit relieved and reassured that she seems to have that much trust in him. On the other, he wonders if she should have that much trust right now. Perhaps it's because they've at least known each other for over a year, but things are a little different now.

...And he can't help but question those sudden urges from earlier, which felt too intense for the situation. Should he tell her? But what could he say that he doesn't know how to explain himself?

So he looks at her carefully, a different set of complicated feelings surging as he notes her flush cheeks and knowing that...well, she liked it. And he did, too, no doubt about that.

Slowly he tries to relax the tension that had been building.]

...What would be too much for you?

[Because it's clear that while kissing is enough for now, he can feel that greed and desire already starting to build in ways that almost disgusts him if only because they are just starting this relationship, and natural or not, he still respects her and is still trying to sort how deep his feelings go. Maybe he's old fashioned in that regard...]

[Ah... That sure is a question, isn't it? And one that makes her all the more flustered now that she has to actually stop to think about it. In the moment, there were no thoughts besides what she had wanted, and that was more, but...

What would be too much?

Everything that they had done so far had been... fine. Enjoyable. Nice. And if she's honest? She probably wouldn't have minded a little more of it. Just exploring and getting to know him on a more intimate level beyond just holding hands and the occasional kiss...]

I... don't really know how to answer that.

[That is the honest to god truth, and she meets his gaze with the hopes that he can see that.]

I guess I'll know when it happens...? But whatever we were doing just now, I... [Her breath hitches softly, and she feels embarrassed admitting it.] I would've liked more of it.

[But she knows that probably doesn't answer much, and she's trying to find the right words...]

You need to just trust that I will tell you if it is. And I know you'd do the same for me...?

[...Again, a complicated feeling as he's not sure he feels so reassured. Maybe if it weren't for that strange feeling...

...

But he doesn't want to ruin their date, and while it still troubles him she would trust him so much, again it does also reassure him some. So there will be a very small, faint smile as he continues to try and reconcile things with himself.]

Then...I'll trust you to do that.

[Even throw or punch him if those troubling fears are true. But maybe it won't be an issue and it was just a one off thing, especially now that he is more aware. And if it isn't a one off thing, he'll tell her then.

He leans back in, this time with a more relaxed air and gently kisses her.]

...Sorry.

[She doesn't think it's so wrong to trust him this much. They have been friends since they arrived here and have been through plenty together that she knows without a doubt that she would trust him with her life. She knows that he would not hurt her and more than that, she knows he would not do so on purpose.

She can tell that what she's said hasn't dissuaded him and that those thoughts still linger, but she will return the kiss anyway, and chase him for another at his apology, the second one softer and sweeter.]

Don't be.

[She encouraged it too, didn't she? She didn't stop him.]

Eustace, I want... [She pauses, taking yet another slow breath.] I want to get to know you better... in that way, too.

...Won't be a problem.

[A low murmur as he feels that desire grow again, but this time he's better prepared so that things still remain soft.]

But...might be better if we set our expectations. Regardless of how I might really feel in the moment, I still think we shouldn't...move too far without being ready for it. And I don't think I am just yet.

[A small moment as he tries to think of how to word what he's thinking.]

I just don't want to rush into things and it's all because my instincts took over... If that makes sense.

Rush into...?

[That flush burns into her cheeks and her neck. Did he think that they were going to—!?]

I didn't think we were... I mean—that we would.

[It was just an intimate moment, or at least that's what it was to her. What she thought it was. Not once did she think that it would go any further than what they had done, and now she feels embarrassed about it.]

But you're right. I don't want to either. Move too far or too fast, I mean.

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