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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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[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.

Edited 2025-03-04 06:55 (UTC)

[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.

-There's just something if a wry, rueful smile at that. Of course she didn't, which makes him feel worse about his own awareness.. Then again, his circumstances are a little different, and while he had briefly thought about it, he may need to make new considerations, especially since he hadn't been sure how he would be affected by a human...]

As long as we're on the same page, then it's fine.

But...

[Her voice is soft but coaxing as she glances up at him through the hair draped in front of her eyes.]

That doesn't mean that I don't want to... you know...

[Oh gods, now she's overheating, and she wishes that she could swallow all of these words back up and push these thoughts down. How embarrassing... But she has come too far now, and maybe it would be good for him to know? Good for her to be honest about it if they're going to make this work?]

I just mean that... we shouldn't let it hold us back from... this...

[There's also a small, slight widening of his eyes before his smile deepens a little more, and his will slowly, if a little hesitantly move to her side, the touch so light as if still carrying some of that earlier fear.]

I know.

[Yet his expression turns a little contemplative as he stares down at her.]

I just...would rather know the limits before instead crossing them.

[...]

Should we test it...?

[That touch, light as it is, makes her stiffen when a shiver runs up her spine, goosebumps rising on her skin under his stare. She swallows, a nervous knot forming in her belly, but her hand comes up to rest on his chest, fingertips ever so gently gracing over his collarbone. Her eyes break away from his to watch them move, as if in awe of what she is seeing, and he'll see that flush creeping back into her cheeks.]

... I wouldn't mind that.

[They're alone, it's quiet, they're surrounded by trees and water and the mossy rocks. There are even flowers in bloom. Not a soul near them, as far as she could tell, but no one has come by so far.

And once more, she whispers to him.]

It's okay.

[There's just a heavy silence, the weight not from unease but of a different kind of tension. Something hotter, almost palpable, one that could drag them under in a different way if they aren't careful.

Slowly he leans in closer, his lips brushing against hers.]

...You really sound too trusting.

[A low murmur before he's not kissing lips, but lower against her jawline and then slowly moving to the underside of her neck, instinct making him want to explore and feel her pulse. A place his eyes had kept drifting and being pulled to.]

... Is that such a bad thing?

[She would be more worried if she didn't.

She is a little taken aback when his lips roam further, past her jaw and to her throat, but it's not a... bad feeling. It makes that knot in her stomach tighten, like a coil slowly tensing with every pass his lips make over her, but her body welcomes it. She doesn't know what to do with herself, but she lets her own instincts take charge, her hands roaming over his front, exploring slowly and deliberately, like she intends to memorize every muscle, every inch of his skin...

She is careful, though. Careful not to cross boundaries or go too far, too fast. Her touch is shy, unsure, but only in the sense that beyond this, she doesn't know what to do.

And that's okay. She had wanted to know him first. To allow them to explore and learn each other in a way they haven't yet, and this seems—feels like a good place to start.

Good... as his mouth brushes over a particularly sensitive spot that makes her gasp, her fingers digging into his sides to stifle her reaction.]

[He's also slow, already keeping where he should stop or at least placing limits on himself on how far he would go. But the closer he gets to her pulse, the more he can feel her heat and hear the way her breath quickens, fueled even more by her touch, those starts to erode. It's only through his self-restraint that it maintains a rather mild, "gentle" pace of light kisses.

But when she gasps, he stops for a moment and there is an unseen gleam in his eyes before his mouth moves over the spot again. Only this time it's a little firmer, instinct and that better understanding between them giving rise to both a confidence and want to do more. To... Push a little. Just a little, something that would be considered natural.

So after that firmer kiss and rub of his lips, she'll then feel them part for teeth to dig in next, every sense heightened to listen and feel her reaction.]

[She gasps a second time when he stops, this one more out of surprise in herself than anything. That he could provoke such a sound from her so easily, she feels embarrassed and a little ashamed. She glances down at him when there's that pause, her cheeks and her throat flushed red, but as soon as his lips descend upon her neck again...

She arches gently beneath him in surprise, her head falling back with a soft moan, as a wave of heat ripples from the spot where his teeth gently bury into her flesh. He'll feel her pulse stutter and then race again, and her hands clutch at him, wrapping around him to his back where she spreads her fingers, her touch firm and experimental as she lets them run down the length of his spine and then back up again.

With a clouded head, she admonishes herself because what has gotten into her? If this is what it feels like, then she ought to be careful too, her own restraints being tested and pushed to their limits, and her curiosity growing.

Her lips brush against his ear now, so soft and so warm as she kisses along the edge of it, the urge to bury her face into his hair so strong. One hand does move out from beneath his shirt to caress it, running her fingers gently along the back of it as she whispers his name.]

[The more he bit and sucked on that spot, the more he could taste and...the stronger scent was as well. He's always noticed she had a particular scent that appealed to him, a scent so sweet and almost enticing that he often wondered if it was something in her soap or shampoo. Yet here, right against her skin, he's realizing it's her own scent, one that has become more aggravated by the rush of her blood and heat of her skin.

And it's frankly intoxicating to him in this moment.

He doesn't know yet why it is, too caught up in the moment and that desire for more. A desire that swells and after leaving quite the noticeable mark, he slides down seeking another spot. No, even if he doesn't stumble on it, he'll do the same anyway, biting and leaving a trail as he slowly becomes overwhelmed by—well everything about her. Scent, taste, sound, touch. Even the glimpses of he flushed skin against the darkened marks stir more within him, and his hands will travel up her back and sides, skirting around her chest as he pushes her more against the rock wall while pressing forward again.]

[That is certainly going to leave a mark... One that, she notes for just a moment, will raise a lot of questions if she walks back onto the ship with it exposed. The thought, however, is banished when he moves on to another, and then another, drawing out a string of soft sounds from her that she is clearly trying to hold back, too embarrassed by the way she's making them to let them flow so freely. No doubt with her lips at his ear, however, he'll be able to hear every single one.

A violent shiver hums beneath her skin when he pushes her back, her body melting and pliant under his grip that she simply falls against the rocky wall behind her. Her sarong falls away from her hips, the lazy knot coming undone and the soft, thin fabric sliding away to pool around her waist in the shallow water. Instinct lifts her hips up towards him, her body needing that heat that he gives off in droves, her hands now roaming over him, touching every inch of his back and his sides and arms that she can reach, skin needing skin like she needs air.

But when she does come up for air, her lips swollen and fallen open with shallow breaths, she pulls back enough to stare at him, a look of caution in her eyes, beneath the growing heat and intensity.]

This is... Are you...?

[Okay? She doesn't mean it in a way to stop them, but more to double check that they are not crossing any lines. It did get a little intense just now, if the way that she stares at him isn't obvious...]

[With her mouth against his ear, her voice and breath drowns out any other sound he could possibly hear. And he doesn't really want to hear anything else...except maybe more of it. But how could he? He still has some awareness and yet...

How much further could he push? Could he touch? A war between reason and want that fortunately abruptly ends when she calls to him and pulls back, and for a moment...

For a moment his eyes are more focused on her lips, the taste of everything lingering along with her scent that is still wrapped around him line a fog. Even his gaze will seem u focused before he realizes and he blinks it away...

....

And then his eyes go to her neck, and while he did initially make the conscious decision, he hadn't quite... Intended...

......]

...We should stop here.

[There's still a heat in his gaze, something almost predatory like he still wants to consume her, but he's already forcing those impulses down.]

Edited 2025-03-05 22:16 (UTC)

[There's a long stretch where she watches him watch her, her own eyes moving over him, seeing the lines of water where her hands had reached for him. They still remain on his chest, pressed there where she can feel his rushing heart, every beat matching her own as their breaths mingle between them. Her own head feels foggy and heavy, her body overheating, an ache pulsing through every muscle that has her wishing that she could reach for more.

But she doesn't—she shouldn't. If they go any further, who knows what might happen, and if anything were to happen, would she really want it to be here? In the heat of the moment, she wouldn't have minded, but all of this is a little more precious to her than that, and she wants to handle it with more care than that.

Still, the way that he stares at her only makes that want stronger, and she gives one last press of her body to his before she's relaxing, the tense knot in her belly very slowly uncoiling, as she tries to catch her breath.]

Yeah. Maybe...

[She chews on her bottom lip, biting back a smile as her hands slide down his chest in search for his. And before he can start having any doubts—]

Whatever you were doing? [Ahhhh, she can't stop blushing!!!] ... It felt... nice.

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