[ Red's been fond of Tifa, too. She just... hadn't imagined that she'd end up in this situation with her. Although maybe she should have, considering just what this place likes to do them. Of course, Tifa's intensely attractive, but she's not thought too hard about it before now. Or maybe she's tried not to. She doesn't like letting this place get into her head.
But here she is now, putting on a show. Despite the awkwardness there's definitely the stir of something in her belly - heat, a twinge of arousal, as she looks at just how much of Tifa is on display for her. She swallows, catching that little nod. Alright. Fine. At least they're making the best of it. ]
"First... I'll need to demonstrate some mouth-to-mouth."
[ God, what a terrible line. It's all she can do to maintain a straight face (and unless they do some serious editing, it's going to be kind of obvious she's close to breaking when anyone watches this). She brings herself forward, up, her hand skimming gently against the bare expanse of skin on Tifa's belly as she leans in to steal a kiss. She's slightly hesitant at first, until the director yells some stage direction: "A little more passion and confidence! C'mon already!"
There's flare of irritation at that, but she tries to follow along. The kiss goes from slightly hesitant to more passionate, tongue trying to get past Tifa's lips. And in between the wet little smack of lip on lip, she murmurs, too low to be caught (she hopes), her voice breathless. ]
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But here she is now, putting on a show. Despite the awkwardness there's definitely the stir of something in her belly - heat, a twinge of arousal, as she looks at just how much of Tifa is on display for her. She swallows, catching that little nod. Alright. Fine. At least they're making the best of it. ]
"First... I'll need to demonstrate some mouth-to-mouth."
[ God, what a terrible line. It's all she can do to maintain a straight face (and unless they do some serious editing, it's going to be kind of obvious she's close to breaking when anyone watches this). She brings herself forward, up, her hand skimming gently against the bare expanse of skin on Tifa's belly as she leans in to steal a kiss. She's slightly hesitant at first, until the director yells some stage direction: "A little more passion and confidence! C'mon already!"
There's flare of irritation at that, but she tries to follow along. The kiss goes from slightly hesitant to more passionate, tongue trying to get past Tifa's lips. And in between the wet little smack of lip on lip, she murmurs, too low to be caught (she hopes), her voice breathless. ]
Guess we're doing this.