[ she's not entirely aware of the actual final consequences when the demands of a suit activation aren't met, but she does remember the anxious rush she'd felt to feed into it, and how much she wants to be sure that reira doesn't have to spiral down the same path. she begins to think to ask if there's someone that reira trusts, someone she might be comfortable with sleeping with, that tifa could help her get to, but then the other girl presses in closer, drawing the path of her eyes to peer down between them.
the closeness draws their breasts together, the press of it squeezing the roundness of each pair's cleavage, as tifa watches that descending droplet of sweat on reira's skin, glistening with such intent that her mind gets hazy with the imagination of brushing her tongue to swipe it up for a taste.
breath shuddering softly, she looks up again to the softness of reira's eyes, of the words spoken, suddenly guilty in remembering that she had been one of those comforted by reira's company, when she'd been in the midst of the diamond's symptoms as a result of the heart's thrumming pulse. ]
Reira ... [ her name is a soft sound, one of her hands squeezing gently at her waist at the elastic fabric of her costume. ] That'sā you're so sweet, you know. Because I think all those same things about you. [ one of her hands slips up between them, the back of her fingers light as they slide against her cheek. ] Iā do you want me to ... comfort you? [ the offer isn't exactly clear as tifa hesitates on her own words, feeling the guilt as a pulsing heat works through her own body. is it her own mark, or simply the result of the way she's allowed waves of attraction to flow freely from her as of late? ]
You're so lovely, Reira, and you really do deserve so much. [ she's always admired reira from the moment they'd met, how sweet she'd been, how gorgeous and talented. really, it's all too natural that her crimson eyes gaze upon those sweet lips now, wanting a taste. her finger slides lower, lightly brushing the corner of her mouth. ] I'll comfort you, if you want me to.
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the closeness draws their breasts together, the press of it squeezing the roundness of each pair's cleavage, as tifa watches that descending droplet of sweat on reira's skin, glistening with such intent that her mind gets hazy with the imagination of brushing her tongue to swipe it up for a taste.
breath shuddering softly, she looks up again to the softness of reira's eyes, of the words spoken, suddenly guilty in remembering that she had been one of those comforted by reira's company, when she'd been in the midst of the diamond's symptoms as a result of the heart's thrumming pulse. ]
Reira ... [ her name is a soft sound, one of her hands squeezing gently at her waist at the elastic fabric of her costume. ] That'sā you're so sweet, you know. Because I think all those same things about you. [ one of her hands slips up between them, the back of her fingers light as they slide against her cheek. ] Iā do you want me to ... comfort you? [ the offer isn't exactly clear as tifa hesitates on her own words, feeling the guilt as a pulsing heat works through her own body. is it her own mark, or simply the result of the way she's allowed waves of attraction to flow freely from her as of late? ]
You're so lovely, Reira, and you really do deserve so much. [ she's always admired reira from the moment they'd met, how sweet she'd been, how gorgeous and talented. really, it's all too natural that her crimson eyes gaze upon those sweet lips now, wanting a taste. her finger slides lower, lightly brushing the corner of her mouth. ] I'll comfort you, if you want me to.