[Once again, she doesn't protest. She prefers this, in fact... The thought of separating from him for even a moment to clean up or to pack some food pains her to inexplicable ends. Tifa just wants to remain right here holding him until she can chase away all the demons that lurk beneath his skin, clawing at him from the inside. Hold him until she can lure them out and fight them herself...
So, she's patient, and she allows her arms to wrap around him a little tighter, allowing him the time he needs before they inevitably have to part. Her lips rove over his chest, planting tender kisses and sleepy whispers against it, that need to reassure him too great for her to ignore...
But they can't stay there forever, and she can feel that cold dread starting to snake its way back into the space between them, the thoughts and the images creeping forward in her mind, and she wonders if it's the same for him as they stand there wrapped up in each other in silence, that tension slowly growing taut all over again.
Tifa gives him a little nudge with her hand on his back.]
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So, she's patient, and she allows her arms to wrap around him a little tighter, allowing him the time he needs before they inevitably have to part. Her lips rove over his chest, planting tender kisses and sleepy whispers against it, that need to reassure him too great for her to ignore...
But they can't stay there forever, and she can feel that cold dread starting to snake its way back into the space between them, the thoughts and the images creeping forward in her mind, and she wonders if it's the same for him as they stand there wrapped up in each other in silence, that tension slowly growing taut all over again.
Tifa gives him a little nudge with her hand on his back.]
Hey. Let's get ready...