escordvi | closed 🌠⚡ it's far too easy to miss the beauty in the simple things

[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.

[There's a violent shiver that rushes up her spine, his voice and his breath tickling her skin. She has to reel her imagination back before it strays too far away from her at what "it" could be. (She knows what "it" is, and it makes her cheeks flush more furiously.

Yet after everything tonight, she is feeling daring enough to ask...]

How do you know what "it" is?

[Please tell her that he did not read any excerpts from the book—]

[Just a very wolfish smile.]

Chapter four was interesting.

[Now she can't even bear to look at him, and he can probably feel the heat falling off her.]

You read it...!? It's really not... what it sounds like... most of the time.

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[Did he? Or is he teasing her? Perhaps both, especially when he leans in close, his lips now brushing against her neck.]

Don't want to try that "tree" scene I the last book? Or a different camping one...

[He somehow manages to draw a soft noise out of her as some of that heat from before still lingers, which only embarrasses her further and has her hand going up to her mouth to stifle any further ones.]

The tree...? Oh.

[That tree scene.

She drops her gaze, but her arms go around his shoulders. She swats him gently against the back with the book.]

Well, maybe next time...

[Just a low laugh as he eyes her, that flame from earlier starting to ignite again.]

I wonder when that will be.

[A playful tug of her ear between his teeth.]

[Her breath catches, and she runs her hand through his hair in a gentle attempt to nudge him away from her ear as she giggles.]

Whenever you want it to be...?

[She turns her head to try and capture his lips instead.]

You did promise me more of these.

[He lets her take them with a laugh, but it will be returned with a rough push back to the ground.]

Careful, or it might happen sooner than you're ready for.

[She stares up at him, wide-eyed and flushed, her lashes fluttering as she takes a deep breath against the heat that's already starting to build again.]

If you want that tree scene, then we're gonna have to leave the tent, and I'm not so sure you seem willing.

[He just laughs.]

Me? It's you who'd have to make that call.

[As in, her desire.]

Me? I think I remember... [Her voice lowers to a near whisper, like she's scared to say it out loud and be overheard.] That he brought her there.

[She leans up to kiss him again, softly, sweetly, as if to make those intentions known now. And then she remembers the entire reason that they are having this conversation.]

But seriously...? How did you even get this? This wasn't supposed to come out until next week?

Only because she tempted him.

[Though in the context of that novel, she could have just been sitting somewhere and that would have triggered the male lead.]

But I was just asking what books you read, and I guess she recognized me from before. And something about you being a frequent customer...?

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