[ Their eyes meet, and it makes her chest tight. Heat washes through her. She smiles at him, pleased he's looking at her even as her own eyes watch the buttons of his shirt melt away.
Her expression falters. His body is -- Tifa's seen so many bodies, especially fighters, especially shirtless as they stream sweat. She's seen steroids and hunger and everything in between. Something about Cloud's bare torso makes her stomach coil. Her eyes get steely, her fists clenching, and if it weren't for this fog whispering to be calm, that everything was okay, she'd be gathering him up in her arms and holding him so tight he couldn't breathe.
What did they do to you?
Her own voice is far away, the reaction already fading to nothing more than a twitch of her hand toward his as he continues stripping. Right.
She bends down, undoing her heels, slipping off her panties, and stepping truly naked toward the bed. Her eyes go back to him, that nagging sense of protection fizzing again as her eyes skate over him, heat replacing it as her eyes meet cock and strong thighs. She wants to trail her fingers over that skin while she brushes back his hair, whisper to him until that rare smile he gets lightens his face. She wants him to nestle against her chest and whisper her name. It leaves an ache in her, and then the fog takes that too.
He speaks, slow and stilted, like when he first came to Midgar. But the words make her pulse quicken. The heat from before roars louder, and it's only surprise that keeps her from stepping closer.
That, and the sadness. He shouldn't be sad, not about wanting to be with her. But he's...right. Something is wrong. ]
I wish you could kiss me too.
[ A tear slides down her face. Surprised, she touches it, starting at her fingertip for a moment.
Whatever the thought is, it's gone as the man returns to give them a new order. She doesn't even notice him looking at her; she's too focused on Cloud. But lying beside him feels better than standing across the room like this, and so she obliges, climbing onto the lush comforter and settling with her shoulders against the pillows. As soon as he's in reach, her fingers seek his out, giving him a gentle squeeze. ]
You will not touch him. [ She says it again, face set. ]
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Her expression falters. His body is -- Tifa's seen so many bodies, especially fighters, especially shirtless as they stream sweat. She's seen steroids and hunger and everything in between. Something about Cloud's bare torso makes her stomach coil. Her eyes get steely, her fists clenching, and if it weren't for this fog whispering to be calm, that everything was okay, she'd be gathering him up in her arms and holding him so tight he couldn't breathe.
What did they do to you?
Her own voice is far away, the reaction already fading to nothing more than a twitch of her hand toward his as he continues stripping. Right.
She bends down, undoing her heels, slipping off her panties, and stepping truly naked toward the bed. Her eyes go back to him, that nagging sense of protection fizzing again as her eyes skate over him, heat replacing it as her eyes meet cock and strong thighs. She wants to trail her fingers over that skin while she brushes back his hair, whisper to him until that rare smile he gets lightens his face. She wants him to nestle against her chest and whisper her name. It leaves an ache in her, and then the fog takes that too.
He speaks, slow and stilted, like when he first came to Midgar. But the words make her pulse quicken. The heat from before roars louder, and it's only surprise that keeps her from stepping closer.
That, and the sadness. He shouldn't be sad, not about wanting to be with her. But he's...right. Something is wrong. ]
I wish you could kiss me too.
[ A tear slides down her face. Surprised, she touches it, starting at her fingertip for a moment.
Whatever the thought is, it's gone as the man returns to give them a new order. She doesn't even notice him looking at her; she's too focused on Cloud. But lying beside him feels better than standing across the room like this, and so she obliges, climbing onto the lush comforter and settling with her shoulders against the pillows. As soon as he's in reach, her fingers seek his out, giving him a gentle squeeze. ]
You will not touch him. [ She says it again, face set. ]