[ It's the show part that bugs Red, honestly. She's reasonably sure she could have a very nice time with Tifa all on her lonesome, although before now they've mostly just spoken and been... friends, of a sort. Which is usual in this place, of course, but it also makes her feelings a little complicated. Her time in this place has had her having way more sex with way more people than she'd ever really planned on. It's not necessarily unpleasant or bad and she can't hold it against any of them.
It's just strange.
And personally if she was going to end up sleeping with Tifa, she'd have preferred it on her own terms, anyway. She tries to chase those thoughts away, something made a little easier by the way that Tifa responds to the kiss and the murmurs they exchange. The brush of fingers and the touch of warm skin. It's comforting, in its own way, and kindles a warm heat in her belly, a spark of arousal that settles there, even with the knowledge that this is all a performance lurking in the back of her mind. So, like Tifa, she tries to shut out the cameras and the crew and focus on what's happening right in front of her. It helps that Tifa's pretty damm stunning. Always has been.
Red kisses her again, letting their tongues tangle a little and then eases back to take a deep breath of hair, still settled between her legs. A hand braces herself alongside and the other - the other lifts as Tifa shows herself off. Despite herself, Red feels her face flush and she's sure her eyes are popping out of her head a little at the sight - a mixed feeling of embarrassment, attraction, and arousal that leads to a confused, heated muddle in her own head. ]
"I'd better test them just - just to make sure."
[ That's the response from the script, even if she stumbles over the words. Her breath comes out in a warm soft exhale and her head dips, the ponytail her red hair has been pulled back into swaying as she discards the sun visor to make her job easier, and her lips close around one nipple, teeth gently scraping, tongue flicking as she tries to work the little nub of sensitive flesh, listening for a response. Her free hand gently groping and massaging the other, letting her fingers sink into the warm, heavy flesh. Her touch has started out tentative, but it's quickly becoming something else. Her weight shifts and one broad, muscled thigh presses higher between Tifa's legs and she rocks forward in a lazy little grind.
Well, apparently this is what they want, because no one is telling them to stop... ]
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It's just strange.
And personally if she was going to end up sleeping with Tifa, she'd have preferred it on her own terms, anyway. She tries to chase those thoughts away, something made a little easier by the way that Tifa responds to the kiss and the murmurs they exchange. The brush of fingers and the touch of warm skin. It's comforting, in its own way, and kindles a warm heat in her belly, a spark of arousal that settles there, even with the knowledge that this is all a performance lurking in the back of her mind. So, like Tifa, she tries to shut out the cameras and the crew and focus on what's happening right in front of her. It helps that Tifa's pretty damm stunning. Always has been.
Red kisses her again, letting their tongues tangle a little and then eases back to take a deep breath of hair, still settled between her legs. A hand braces herself alongside and the other - the other lifts as Tifa shows herself off. Despite herself, Red feels her face flush and she's sure her eyes are popping out of her head a little at the sight - a mixed feeling of embarrassment, attraction, and arousal that leads to a confused, heated muddle in her own head. ]
"I'd better test them just - just to make sure."
[ That's the response from the script, even if she stumbles over the words. Her breath comes out in a warm soft exhale and her head dips, the ponytail her red hair has been pulled back into swaying as she discards the sun visor to make her job easier, and her lips close around one nipple, teeth gently scraping, tongue flicking as she tries to work the little nub of sensitive flesh, listening for a response. Her free hand gently groping and massaging the other, letting her fingers sink into the warm, heavy flesh. Her touch has started out tentative, but it's quickly becoming something else. Her weight shifts and one broad, muscled thigh presses higher between Tifa's legs and she rocks forward in a lazy little grind.
Well, apparently this is what they want, because no one is telling them to stop... ]