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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.]

[She may not be fully unclothed, and he has seen her in far less than this before—touched her in far less than this—but never before has she felt so naked in her life as she does right now under his drinking gaze. She does not miss the way his eyes light up, or the way that they rove over her with a desire that she has not seen in him before, and it makes her cheeks flush all the more. She tries to tear her eyes away from him lest she feel more embarrassed about it, but with how the moonlight seems to hit him just right and the way the stars shimmer as the perfect backdrop, and how she can see his chest rising and falling, lips parted with breaths...

She cannot seem to bring herself to look anywhere else but up at him, in awe and reverence... and love.

So why does she feel so vulnerable now? Is it because she knows where they will go if she doesn't stop? Because of where his hands and mouth had been and where they intend to go? How she wants to reach out to him so, so much just to touch him?

She does, her hands carefully and lightly running over his exposed abdomen, right over his belt, her touch so gentle and careful that it's almost not there.

Her other arm, meanwhile, slides up between them and folds against her chest shyly, as the weight of his gaze becomes too much.]

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[When she moves her arm over her chest in that shy manner, there's a slight quirk of his lips as amusement flickers over his eyes.]

Don't hide.

[His voice is low as he leans back down closer, his hand reaching out to pull her hand away...and pin it above her head.]

I want to see you.

[His lips are now hovering over lips, his eyes bearing down her with a deeper intensity than before, one filled with that heat that he no longer tries to hide or contain.]

All of you.

[A sharp nip of her lower lip before his lips descend upon her once more. First her lips, then her chin, the underside of her neck, down the front of her throat to her collarbone—then downward as his other hand has slipped beneath the lace, kneading the soft skin briefly before pulling down her bra to expose more of her cleavage. It's as if he's taking his time while steadily moving forward at the same time.]

I...

[She feels her breath catch in her chest and her cheeks run hot, her voice and her thoughts lost to the touch of his hands and lips on her and a static heat sweeps in to replace it instead.]

Okay.

[It's all she gets out before she yields to him, her body pliant as he moves over her now. She arches up off the grass when he reaches those more sensitive spots, pressing herself into his hands, against his lips, more firmly, his name riding out of her with a pleading sigh before she can stop it. Her hips roll against his, every inch of her body on fire as it seeks every bit of his, as if he is the thing that will both stop her from bursting into flames and will be the one thing that will turn her to ash.]

But I want... I want to see all of you, too.

[Her voice is trembling and near breathless as she tangles around him, legs squeezing tighter at his waist as she continues to lift his shirt away, her palms pressed firmly against his sides and his back like she is trying to imprint every curve, every dip, every little detail of him onto her skin...]

[There's just a small, quiet, warm huff of air that ghosts over her as he smirks.]

You will.

[After all, this is her birthday and this is her gift, isn't it? Perhaps not one he fully planned, but one that's come to be all the same. So it's only right that she receives it thoroughly.

And thoroughly she will. It's not long after that that the flowers are crumpled with their clothes. Some time is taken to try and savor the moment, for each to fully see and take in each other's newly exposed selves with the moonlight basking each of them, revere and commit everything to memory. that same view only hastens that drive, that need. A need made more raw and at times rough and hasty as they are both new and inexperienced, knowledge only from what they've seen, read, heard, or imagined. Each touch, each kiss is a brand new exploration, test, and experiment, with Eustace the bolder of the two. Instincts carry them both, and his own makes him both gentle and aggressive at once.

Gentle because he doesn't want her to hurt and only feel that pleasure and joy of this experience, yet aggressive because of a more carnal desire to see the full extent of that pleasure delivered by him especially. Is that some kind of selfish pride? Perhaps, but it's something even he can feel and want. That is why every step and touch will be at first careful, seeing what seems to elicit the most response. But once he learns it...then he is merciless to draw out more of it. Why even once his fingers slick and he's had a taste of her sweetness he continues to rub and stroke until she's at her most tender. And if she wants to do the same, to try and experiment, he'll encourage her and let her do as she pleases.

Until, at last, they experience sexual pleasure at its peak. Again things are tentative, awkward even, at first. The extra care in trying to hurt her as little as possible, to give her the time to adjust, while also having to deal with his own feelings and urges. All of them new and a bit overwhelming. At least it's not a full moon.........or he wouldn't have dared to try. Of course he's still uncertain about a few things, but—well he'll figure it out and prepare himself if the worst case happened. But once they settle in and get going, it all becomes a blur from there. Her voice, her cries, her breaths, the pounding of her heart, those are all he hears and sees. Again that newness, that rawness, and being under the stars together...

It's perfect.

Much better compared to if they had lost themselves back at the Naughtilust.

How long they are out there, they don't know. But it will be a long time before they are willing to let go of each other, longer still before they gather their clothes to return to camp hand in hand, skin still warm and flushed, little smiles never leaving...]

[Maybe she is just a little impatient. After all, how many times have they been through this? How many times have they been overcome by an urge to touch and explore one another, to experiment and discover new things about one another and about themselves that they never knew? Her imagination had wondered and often drifted, sure, but it was nothing compared to having him here now, the heat of his skin under her hands and pressing over her like this, his sturdy presence, even when everything else seems so uncertain and, admittedly, a little scary.

Even if she knows that she has nothing to fear with him, she is still nervous. Terrified. Scared that she will mess this all up or make a fool of herself. Scared that she won't know what to do and will hurt him. She has only read things, heard things, but never been so close to anyone like this before. She is so familiar with him now but it's all still so new that she is intent on taking her time, even if in the end, each kiss and touch and sound grows more desperate the longer they tease.

His ministrations set her body alight, every nerve on fire as his mouth and his hands move over her. He makes her arch up out of the flowers and sink back down, her gasps and soft moans turning into cries only for him to hear as he grows bolder and draws it out more and more, almost like he is testing to see how long before she finally breaks. And just when she feels like she might teeter over that edge, the stars blinking brightly behind her eyelids, he pulls her back to reality, grounds her, even as her mind grows fuzzy and her body weak with a want so strong that makes her fingers dig into his back and his arms, and coaxing soft, pleading mewls and sobs out of her, begging for more.

How he's managed to unravel her and so quickly, she doesn't know, but when it's her turn to do the same to him, she intends to give him as much attention, as much reverence as he had given her, with her lips, her tongue, her hands—hell, her entire body as they travel wherever they can reach, pressing soft kisses in between shy nibbles. She is not quite so bold as he is, everything that she does tentative yet somehow deliberate at the same time. And as she tastes him, slowly runs her tongue over his length before taking him between her lips, she hopes to draw out her name in his voice the same way that he did to her. To make him see the same stars just out of reach before she pulls away and draws him back down, too.

If only because she wants to do it together.

Of course, everything is clumsy, every touch beyond that laced with a nervousness to it. But she is so sure of what it is she wants that she doesn't even question it. Awkward as it is, and through the little slipups and mistakes that they make, Tifa doesn't want to stall it any longer. He takes care not to hurt her, but even with the pain, she has never felt anything quite like it before as he finally presses into her. To feel so connected with him—she had before, the first time they touched and the first time they kissed, but this... There aren't quite any words to describe how that feels.

Well, maybe one.

Love.

It feels like love.

And everything that happens in between, she both remembers and doesn't by the time they crash back down to the earth together, that high so vivid and extraordinary that all she feels, all she can recall, is the sound of his voice saying her name in her ear, and the way she cried his out to the stars, and that blinding ecstasy that comes with it.

It leaves her breathless, shattered, yet so unbelievably content after that she cannot even think to move from the flowers quite yet. With her heart still beating, her breaths still rushing out of her, she tangles herself up in him and mutters sweet nothings against his lips as they share soft kisses and hold one another as if it were their last night together. It's so perfect that she wishes that they never have to leave...

But they can't stay there forever, and she has no idea, nor does she care, how long they are there before they finally find it within themselves to get up, gather their clothes, and head back to the camp, holding one another close even still, the silence that hangs between them comfortable as she remains wrapped up in his warmth until they get back.

Even then, she won't be so keen to let go of him as they start a fire outside of their tent and curl up inside of it, pillows and blankets piled up around and over them to keep them warm for the rest of the night. And as she lies beside him, she cannot help but stare, her lids heavy with not tiredness but affection and contentment, as she brushes the tip of her finger over his cheek.]

Best birthday ever, I think.

[There's a warm smile at that as his arm is firmly wrapped around her. Throughout it all, thoughts of the significance of this night come and go, but he doesn't mind them. He's still too content and just...happy he was able to find someone to share that kind of joy, that moment with.]

I'm glad... And it won't be the last.

[Her fingers pause for a moment on his face but then continue.]

Took us long enough though, huh?

[A soft laugh, a little joke to help lighten the air a little, and to shake off that thought that had suddenly drifted into her mind. But she still feels the need to clarify—]

It was perfect.

[He notices the pause, and he has an idea of what she's thinking about, but he won't make any note of it either. Instead he just leans into her touch and continue to smile.]

Well...glad I didn't disappoint at least.

[A light, playful smile.]

[Her cheeks grow warmer and redder at that.]

No. You definitely didn't disappoint at all. Not with any of this.

[She closes her eyes.]

I almost don't even wanna leave...

Well we can stay for a another night or two.

[He leans in now, lips lightly brushing over her head as he's about to wish her happy birthday...

When he suddenly remembers and pulls back.]

Shit, I almost forgot. I had something else for you.

[And sitting up now!!!]

[She is about to chase after his lips with her own when he suddenly sits up, and she stares at him, surprised, her lips half puckered and ready for it.]

Something else?

[She is more just sleepily confused than anything right now, already missing him in his spot beside her.]

On top of all you've already done today?

Yeah...

[He feels a little sheepish, but he reaches over to his bag to pull out something from one of the inside pockets (so that it would be well hidden from her!) before holding it out to her. It's simply wrapped and the size of a book.]

I could have waited until tomorrow, but it's your birthday gift, so...

[Why sheepish? She catches that look, but she smiles anyway and shifts so that she's sitting up beside him, her body immediately leaning against his. She stares at the little package in his hands, and she thinks she already knows what it might be, but as her eyes land on him, she feels her heart thrum in her chest, that warm feeling washing over her all over again.]

I know what you're gonna say, but... you didn't have to.

[She takes it and holds it for a moment, the paper crinkling slightly under her fingers before she starts to open it by carefully tearing the wrapping away...]

[Well in that case he won't say anything!! But that's more because he's smiling instead or... Maybe smirking a little? He had been a little embarrassed for forgetting the gift, but now thst she had it in her hands that feeling has been replaced as waits for her reaction.

Especially once she gets a glimpse of that very questionably suggestive cover of the next installment of that series she thinks she so secretly kept away from him and isn't supposed to be released for another week.]

[As she uncovers the book and sees what it is...

...

....

!!!

She feels her face go red and her eyes go wide, both with surprise and sheer embarrassment because wow, that cover is definitely quite a suggestive one, with the wolf-like man and his princess in her flowing dress, and...

Wow.

Butterflies erupt in her stomach and she slaps her hand over the cover as if that will do anything.]

I—how did you know that—?

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[Smirk.]

Just asked the clerk.

[He then leans in close to murmur low in her ear.]

You can learn how "it" really works another time.

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