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eight entry ⊗ bauble trip home

Sender: Eustace
To: Everyone
Subject: Successful Use of Baubles to Return Home

For those who may not have noticed, recently the baubles used for the Wishing can be used to return to our home worlds and still be able to return. It was a risk, but given the prospect of this for the ongoing research of staying in this world permanently, I tried it myself.

It works.

I departed on the first of the month and according to Tifa, returned after three days here. As before, the time passed in my world was several months and as expected, I still did not retain any memories of my time in Songerein while in my world.

I had the researchers at the Observatory study the dreamotion energy during this process to see if they can learn more about our connection between this world and our world. If there are any who wish to try or plan to return to their home world through the use of the baubles, I would like to request if they could study your trip as well.

It does appear that the more common "random connections" is still occurring. Regardless, I hope this message eases some concerns others might have in wanting to temporarily revisit their world on their own will.

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...Mm. The Observatory.

[The recalls what he knows about that particular method.]

It also uses the baubles, but I believe you view through their telescope to see what's going on in your world. Like a movie, I suppose.

Maybe I can do that instead...?

[Tifa gives him a careful look.]

I wouldn't mind at least checking up on everyone... Knowing where we're at with Sephiroth...

[The name is said with a heavy voice, because that was... the other thing...]

...You can.

[He wants her to know, truly. Wants her to be able to actually see and meet her friends. To come back feeling reassured, refreshed. He knows she misses them and he's letting his own fears get the better of him.]

But you can choose whichever way you want. I mean it.

[He looks at her with a firm gaze.]

You deserve to be able to see everything with your own eyes...and a chance to see your friends again.

[He's too good to her...]

I'll pick whatever way you're comfortable with...

[She can't say she knows for sure his reasons, but they don't even matter when it comes to whatever decision she's going to make.]

I've just... been thinking about it for a while. Ever since you brought it up. That's all... It doesn't have to be right away, but... [She smiles up at him, meeting his firm gaze with a softer one of her own.] It's been two years, and I think I'd rest a little easier at least knowing.

Of course.

[A soft smile as he gently brushes back her hair, the curl of his finger gently caressing her skin as it traces down her eyes and cheek, down to her lips before he ends up leaning in to kiss her softly there. It's a little needy, but he can't help it.

He loves her too much.

So much he's willing to give up everything he once had to be with her.]

[It's such a tender thing, the way he touches her. It's almost as if he's afraid he might break her. It's moments like this when Tifa feels truly cherished... a feeling she never dreamt she would feel again. It makes her think back to that dream they shared, as she showed him around Midgar, and they shared steamed buns together. Back then, regardless of reality or dream, Tifa never once saw herself being here like this with a man that she loved as much as she loves him.

All she can do is close her eyes, and the trembling sigh that she frees is soaked up by the kiss. Her own is just as needy, wanting to make up for the lost time, and all the kisses that they would have had if he hadn't been gone. Her fingers cling to him, curling around his shirt as if she means to keep him to her for longer...

Desperate to make this moment last just a little longer...]

I'm so happy you're back...

[How many times will her heart need to convey that before it feels like enough? She's so happy that she could cry again, though she won't. She will spare him those tears, and instead, all of those emotions come out in a single breath of laughter that might tickle his lips with a warm, familiar tingle.

She doesn't want to ruin this moment, and she lets it linger for a while, their foreheads resting together, their noses nuzzling with one another, more soft kisses peppered in between as their breaths mingle, before...]

There was... something else...

[So sweet. Tender. Gentle. Everything he never had in his world all wrapped up in this beautiful person right here. This beautiful moment. Again that time he was back in his world just feels like a mundane shell compared to all of this.

And so that greed grows, his hand fully cupping her cheek as his other arm wraps more firmly around her. He wants to continue this... To savor and enjoy it further. So when she starts to speak, he only pushes back more forcibly, not letting her finish first. He's not...rough, but he is a little more demanding compared to before, making it clear he'd rather stop the talking.]

[Dishes clatter gently as Tifa's forced to find purchase against the counter, and although she has so much more that she needs to share with him, she doesn't resist. She can't. Her heart, her mind, her body won't let her as she yields to his demands, allows him to take whatever he wants from her. He deserves it, after all—he deserves all of her love and more, and she is willing to give it.

So she practically melts beneath him, the thought being washed away momentarily, her whole mind clouded with his everything—his scent, his taste, the feel of his hands and the way his lips touch hers in just the right ways...

She really shouldn't, but there's a welcome purr against his lips, inviting him further if he dares to. Three days is a long time to go without this...

For them, at least.]

Eustace... [His name tumbles out of her in a sigh, breathless and almost needy.] We... Not here...

[But she makes no effort to stop him.]

Upstairs.

[A low voice rumbles in return, his lips quick to resume the increasingly impassioned kiss. He's prying her lips open with his tongue, wanting to prevent her from saying anything more as he seeks out to taste her fully. To make her melt more beneath him and quit thinking about everything else.

Of course... He knows. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be losing himself like this. Knows he should stop and wait.

But he doesn't want to.

And just as he's slipped his hand beneath her legs to pull her up onto the counter, just as he's pushing them a little further...

"Jeez, what the hell did you forget you have custo—KYAAA!!"

The doors bang open and Mirabelle flies, at first complaining about the lack of service to shrieking in embarrassment and quickly flying out, sputtering something about HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT IN THE KITCHEN!!!

...]

Edited 2023-07-21 04:54 (UTC)

[Tifa could practically swallow up the warmth he gives her. She could drink it all up and never once be sated or satisfied with it, always craving more. So as he pushes them just a little further, she lets him, growing more pliant as every part of her gives way to his needs, and hers... She wonders briefly to herself what it must feel like for him—for her, it's been only three days but for him, it's been weeks. Months, even. It's that thought, coupled with the way he tastes so familiar that goads her into more, and draws out a low sound of agreement from her throat.

She feels the counter dig into her back, feels his hand slip around her thigh, and she knows what comes next, and her arms go around his shoulders to prepare herself—

But that impassioned kiss of theirs dies as quickly as the door to the kitchen is flung open and their resident fairy shrieks and flies back out, her wings batting like windchimes as she screams about "NEVER LOCKING THE DOOR—!"

She can already feel her face growing a furiously embarrassed shade of red, and the dread of having to face the customers who heard Mirabelle's shouts quickly sinks in, and Tifa clings to Eustace just a little tighter...]

I... um... guess it will have to wait...

[There's only a very loud, audible click of his tongue as he glares back at the door.]

Just close early.

[She lets out a soft, quiet laugh that's buried into his chest.]

... I'll try.

[That isn't a no, that's for certain. After that, she'd like nothing more than to send all of their patrons home with extra food to make up for it and have Eustace whisk her off someplace private where the two of them can make up for that lost time. It's sweet that he wants to do the same.

But she pulls back, bumping into the counter with a small, embarrassed sound and peers up at him through her lashes.]

Let me go take care of them real quick?

...Just make the food, I'll hand it out.

[He can see how red her face is. At least he hadn't bitten her. Yet.

Annnnnnnnnnnnd he knows he'll be a lot quicker about it.]

[Well, that's a blessing that he hadn't—]

... A-are you sure?

[Of course he is, but she's still all flustered and doesn't know what to do with herself anymore!!! And this is why they make a great team...]

You're okay with taking the orders too?

I'm already used to it. They'll just have to deal with a limited menu.

[And he's already leaning back towards her, lips brushing against her ear.]

Don't want you wasting too much time.

[He earns a giggle out of her, his lips and low, rumbling voice tickling her ear, and unless she wants to fall for it all again, Tifa gives him a light shove back.]

Then get out there so you can get back in here...

[He just gives her a wolfish grin, steals one last kiss from her lips before stepping back to head out the door.

As soon as he opens it, he'll see the crowd of dogs staring up at him... And every single one of them is giving him a judging look except for Valo who is just confused and happy to see him again. Violet doesn't help matters, giggling as she goes in wanting to see how mommy dearest looks.

Eustace will just ignore the dogs, giving them a brief grin and a shrug before he heads out to the floor. Many of them are familiar faces, and while he gets greetings, some of the older patrons just give him a warm knowing look... Yeah, it's a good thing he's out here instead.

And so after turning the sign to "CLOSED," he'll take in the remaining orders. of course, he wasn't lying to Tifa. With a somewhat heartfelt apology, he only states they're limited to certain dishes and will need to be taken to go. And once the food is ready, he'll deliver them in takeout boxes while providing those who had been eating with them to pack up.

Some were stunned, others amused, but he didn't care. He was impatient to see everyone out and return to Tifa, only able to catch glimpses and tease her in passing. A light brush of her arm here, a surprise nibble there, before Rhonwhen chases him out with a bark. It seems the dogs were going to try and protect Tifa from Eustace's unneeded attention.

Tsk, traitors.

But eventually all the orders are taken and given out until the door dings for the last time and the café is empty.]

[Tifa remains in the back the whole time, sometimes peeking through the crack in the door to watch Eustace handle the customers outside, catching his gaze every now and then before she smiles and shuts it again. Even the dogs remind her that she has work to do, and so she only returns to cooking and prepping with a flustered laugh, amused at the way they all bark Eustace away when he comes in to try sneaking a kiss.

Which she will happily still give.

And when all the orders are filled and the café is finally empty, that last jingle of the bell on the door signaling its closure, Tifa once again pokes her head out from the kitchen.]

... Eustace?

[She'll send all of the dogs out of the kitchen now, and they file out one by one, some of them giving both of them that Look they get when they know things are about to get mushy. Violet, on the other hand, is enjoying herself immensely.]

Was that everyone?

That was it.

[He flips through the book to do a quick check of all the orders and payments placed before he snaps it shut and puts it in its usual secure place.]

Everything cleaned up or need some help? Could get Mirabelle to do it.

["HEY!"]

No, I'm alright. Cleaned up as I went.

[And as always, the kitchen is as spotless as ever. Regardless of everything else going on, Tifa remains on top of things in the café.

Plus... she didn't want to waste any more time cleaning after than she needed to so that all of that time can be spent with him instead, but as she comes out from the back, ignoring Mirabelle's huffs and puffs about finding them in the kitchen again, she has two cups of fresh coffee in her hands.]

Here. Figure we'll need a couple more of these...

[He can't help but smile a bit at the cup as he takes it.]

One for the road.

[Tifa tips her head at him and glances around the empty café—even the dogs have started to make their way out to the backyard for now, knowing that mom and dad probably want some of that gross alone time.]

Do you wanna stay here or head home?

Hm... Up to you.

[A grin as he leans in just a little more.]

How much privacy do you want...?

[Tifa looks in the direction of the back, and while she can't see the door, she can hear the dogs barking and playing outside, and the chime of Mirabelle's wings and her voice calling after them to be careful!!!]

Well, it's pretty private now...

[She takes a step closer until her body presses gently to his, and she takes a drawn-out sip of her coffee.]

But we could head to the back again... or upstairs...

[Like he'd suggested earlier.]

[That grin widens a little as a hand automatically goes towards her hip. Slowly his face leans in closer before he murmurs into her ear.]

Upstairs.

[And then he'll pull away, sip his coffee, and start walking.]

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