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...Good.

[His lips press firmly against her skin as he speaks, her scent stronger now that it's almost overwhelming—intoxicating. In fact all of her is.]

Because I'll do as you wish and no longer hold back.

[Another rough bite, his hands gripping her hips forcing her to jerk up against him before his hands snake under shirt, sliding over abdomen and sides before reaching for her chest. There is no hesitation in his actions now, unlike how he was in the past. He's more sure of himself and in where they are in their relationship, so while he be mindful, he will continue forward.]

[And that is exactly what she has wanted. Yes, her heart may be fragile, may hesitate every now and then, but she is not. In a sea of doubts and uncertainties, where she may often waver on a lot of things, of this she has never been more sure of anything in a long time. Sure of how much she wants this—wants him, as she feels his hands move over her, skin finally touching skin, her body more starved for that feeling than she had realized until now.

Even more so when she feels the certainty behind his actions, his touch, the way that his lips devour her and his body lowers over her. She lifts up off the grass, her back arching again into his touch, seeking out more of the heat in his fingertips.

No longer able to stand the cold against her lips, she seeks him out, dragging him back up for another proper kiss, her lips parting in invitation to him and to draw him in. She needs this, too—to lose herself in everything that he is, and so she takes just as much.

Only to pause as she is forced to come up for air, whispering his name as she presses her forehead to his.]

But what about you...?

What about me?

[There's a small flicker of impatience when she interrupts the kiss, and already his lips hungrily takes hers so that even if she wants to answer it'll be difficult.

By now her shirt is halfway up her, his hands cupping and groping her chest as they fit quite perfectly in his larger hands. He hasn't pushed under the bra yet, but that doesn't stop him from exploring and teasing her nonetheless.]

[He'll feel her heart racing under his hand, see it in the way her chest rises and falls rapidly to catch her breath through reddened lips. She had already felt like she was coming undone, but he had taken that final thread and tugged and tugged until it slowly unraveled her, and now here she is in this half state, a heat growing where their bodies meet, and staring up at him as she catches her breath and butterflies burst to life in her belly.]

You...

[When he finally gives her a moment again, even if it's just for a breath before she is taking his lips just as hungrily, yet there is some tentativeness there as well.]

You haven't told me what you want.

Isn't it obvious?

[She'll feel the pull of her bra moving downward as his voice is low growl. To have her still asking about it... In one sense he understands since it wasn't that long ago where he had questioned the same and wanted to be sure. But now? Now he doesn't want to wait anymore.]

It's you.

[Beneath the heat in her eyes, something else shimmers in them. Hope, maybe? Relief? No, it's something else that runs far, far deeper than that, to a place where she doesn't dare tread. A place where she is still a little too scared to look, even if she knows the truth of it. Has known the truth of it for a while...

But she does not want to go there now. Doesn't want any more of those thoughts to loom over her. Not when she has him here in the flowers beneath the stars, in a moment that is so perfect that she fears even breathing would shatter it.]

I just... I want you to be sure that this is what you want, too.

[Yet even still, she does not want him to regret a thing. Does not want him fearing for her after.

So she leans up to kiss him a little more softly, as if seeking the answer in the warmth of his lips against her own.]

Because I want it, too. This. Us...

[Her hands slide up his arms and then down, before she moves them to slip beneath his shirt, her palms hot against his stomach as she gently nudges the fabric away.]

[There's a moment where he stares down at her, something deep reflected in his eyes. And while he had debated on the timing, whether if it's too soon or if he should wait...]

I love you.

[The words spill out, anyway. Words that he does not try or want to retract.]

I only want you because I love you.

[Instead he wants to be very clear on where he stands. Are they still kind of early in their relationship? Romantically, yes, but... They've known each other for longer than that, haven't they? And he knows, he is absolutely certain he wouldn't be here if he didn't feel this way towards her. Would not be seeking such a committed relationship because he's not the type to date someone without that kind of intention. It's why he hasn't dated anyone ever before.

But with Tifa...

He does.]

[She freezes at those words. Or maybe it's the rest of the world that freezes around them? Or maybe it's both? It certainly feels that way, and for a moment, none of this feels real. It feels like another dream so delicate that, if she so much as breathes, will shatter out from under her. She stares up at him, at the stars behind him, at that look in his eyes, and at the lips that had spoken them, as if searching for any sign that this could or could not be real, all the while her heart leaps and bounds in her chest, racing its way to him.

Had she been ready to hear it? She doesn't know. Had she been ready to admit that much herself? No, definitely not, but...

As she gazes at him and sees the depth in his eyes, the meaning that shines within them so crystal clear, she doesn't think that it matters anymore. It was that place that she was not prepared to go, if only because she really does fear the fickle nature of this world, but would it be so terrible to at least allow herself that happiness? Why shield herself from it only because she is afraid of losing it all? Maybe that's why she's been the way she has lately... Too afraid that if she breaks from routine, from normalcy, that it will change everything. She dug her heels in and so desperately tried to bury her roots, but she'd become scared of toppling over at the slightest breeze.

And this is so much more than that and yet...]

I... I love you.

[The words spill out of her in turn, her heart saying them before anything else in her could stop them, even if she wanted to. But she doesn't. Is it too early in their relationship? Maybe, but it is easy to forget of all the things that they had been through before that. Of the friendship that they had forged beneath everything else that she doesn't have to fear losing him if this... if they don't work.]

I love you, too. I have... I think, for a long time.

[She doesn't realize that tears have started to well up in her eyes until she feels the burn of them, but they are far from sad. They come from a place of relief and joy at finally being able to admit it aloud, and she deflates into the flowers with a sigh as a weight finally feels like it's been lifted.]

[Even if he was mostly sure she felt the same, hearing it from her own lips brings both relief and joy, feelings that are reflected clearly in his eyes and in the soft smile that forms.]

...I think I have, too.

[It may have evolved from different forms of love, but it was there. That affection, that closeness, that attraction. Even if he may not have been aware of it for most of the time, whenever he looks back he's certain it had been there and grown all this time.]

So...don't question it anymore.

[His words a low whisper before his lips take hers into a soft kiss, one that will last and linger, naturally deepen as it prolongs.]

[The soft sound that he draws out of her in response—one of affirmation and invitation—is drowned by his lips, and as she accepts it in full, soft yet heated, her hands return to what they had been doing before. They explore, going places that she had gone but never really was as aware of as she is now as they slide his shirt further, nudging the fabric that separates them out of her way until she feels nothing but the heat of his skin beneath it.

Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling his hips closer to her own, and she lifts up to meet him with a breathy, wanting sigh over his lips, every act a shy but deliberate one to show him what it is she wants...

Though she's fairly certain that by now, he doesn't need to be told or shown.]

[Indeed, he does not, but it does help encourage him to continue as he had wanted.

After the kiss deepens and becomes more aggressive, with his tongue pushing into her mouth to take more of her taste, his hands and mouth have moved...

...

And it first starts with her shirt pushed up higher and higher until it's over her head, the moonlight now fully washing over as he stares down for a moment to take her in. Her skin is already flushed, both from the heat and from where his hands had already made their preliminary explorations, and while he's seen many women in his world freely wear even less to the point he's practically immune to it...

There's something about seeing her already disheveled and breathless that sends a heat through him, a desire and want—a spark of carnal lust—that he's never had before.]

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