[ There are people who try ingratiate themselves with her, as emperor. Occasionally this is romantic in nature, as though she would be willing to consider any potential suitor before her war is over.
Tifa makes her offers so casually (if with pink cheeks), knowing nothing more about her than her name, and the brand new idea of having Tifa's hands in her own hair, on her shoulders... for a moment she feels as though she forgets to breathe. It's been five years since she felt anything resembling a crush and this is different, sharp-edged and heated and too much to be contained in her careful boundaries. The desire for contact threatens to swallow her whole. ]
That would be nice.
[ And she does need to leave, with or without Tifa. That much is increasingly certain. Her manners and formality are poor reinforcement.
But, as though it knows best, her hand settles against the side of Tifa's face and gently urges it toward her until they share breath. ]
[ It isn't wildly different for Tifa. Back in Nibelheim, she'd started to have interest in boys, but there had been so few her age, and they all left for the military at 16. Then her town had been burned down, and she'd spent the next few years paying off her medical debts and trying to survive. By the time she was stable enough to start noticing people again, everyone wanted her because she was pretty and she ran Seventh Heaven, and honestly, she wasn't good at identifying her own crushes. The way she felt about boys and girls and friends all felt the same, and she hadn't had anyone to explain that might mean she liked many genders romantically.
So, this feeling is...intense and somewhat new. She felt this way a little, when she first met Jesse, but it was easier to set aside. Now she hangs on every word, eyes wide as Edelgard's hand comes to her face. It takes so little urging to pull her close, frozen for a moment as their breath mixes. Then, very slowy, as if she'll spook a slum cat, she leans in, pressing her lips to Edelgard's. ]
She wanted this. She practically invited it. There is no room for surprise yet she is. Surprised to be here, surprised to be naked in a tub with someone, surprised by a kiss, surprised by the depth of her own desire.
It takes a moment for her brain to catch up with her body, a heartbeat in which she doesn't quite move so much as hover there, half-disbelieving, and let herself sink into the kiss. But then her fingers drag down the soft curve of Tifa's neck and she stops simply accepting it, choosing to actively pursue it instead. Between the heat in her face and the lingering scent of the shampoo and decreasing space between them, her head nearly swims. She tips forward eagerly, her hand folding around Tifa's shoulder. She lacks experience so all she can do is act on reflex, follow what feels good.
What feels good is more. Her lips part slightly, just enough to let the tip of her tongue sweep across Tifa's lower lip. ]
[ Tifa is just as surprised, no matter that she technically started it. Edelgard is so soft and beautiful. She gasps against the feeling of that hand on her neck, then kisses back harder, her own hands going to Edelgard's waist, then her hips, encouraging the other girl into her lap. She's never done anything like this before, she just knows she wants them close, nearly forgetting they were naked until their breasts and thighs brush.
Edelgard's lips part, and Tifa's part back, a low sound of surprise and want purring out her throat as that tongue seeks her out. She seeks back, running hers over Edelgard's lower lip, then sucking lightly on that sweet, plump flesh, aching for more but waiting to see if this is all welcome. ]
[ The word hisses out of her, too directionless not to get smothered between their lips. She needs so little encouragement to claim Tifa's lap that if she felt less eagerness it would embarrass her. With her chest and shoulders raised above the line of the water she feels on display. She never thinks negatively of other people's scars but has always been so conscious of her own, the pale series of incision scars down the center of her torso and the insides of her arms, all too neat to seem self-inflicted or the result of battlefield chaos. For once that feels secondary, falling behind the need for physical contact, the absolute flood of heat she feels when she hears that sound in Tifa's throat, the electric jolt of having her lip sucked between Tifa's own.
(She shouldn't--)
Her hand slips lower to skim along Tifa's ribs and then ventures between them to cup one breast and experimentally smooth the pad of her thumb over the nipple.
(--at least not here.) ]
We should leave.
[ Not you should leave, or even I should leave. This isn't normal -- nothing about it is normal -- but better to run off together than lose herself in the moment here, where anyone can walk in and see. ]
[ oh. it's wonderful to have Edelgard's weight on her. She doesn't get a chance to look at the other, too caught in the way her skin feels beneath her hands and how amazing it is to have that kiss returned so enthusiastically.
Tifa only breaks the kiss because she's gasping at the hand sliding up her ribs and over her breast. Aware that may come off as dislike (which couldn't be farther from the truth), she redoubles her kissing, one of her hands coming to claps over Edelgard's before it seeks out the other woman's breast.
oh, fuck. It's so warm and soft, filling her palm and making her thighs tense. She doesn't have enough hands or mouths; she wants to keep kissing Edelgard, and also kiss down her throat and breasts, and also hold her, and also massage her breasts.
The other girl pulls away, breathing on her lips. Tifa's nodding, eyes wide, struggling to find her voice. ]
One of our rooms? There are seating areas in the halls that are more private.
[ Tifa's never so much as asked anyone on a date, and only been on a handful Jesse, Biggs, and Wedge had a huge hand in setting up. But asking a girl to abscond somewhere to nakedly (she hopes) keep making out seems like the most natural thing in the world right now. ]
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Tifa makes her offers so casually (if with pink cheeks), knowing nothing more about her than her name, and the brand new idea of having Tifa's hands in her own hair, on her shoulders... for a moment she feels as though she forgets to breathe. It's been five years since she felt anything resembling a crush and this is different, sharp-edged and heated and too much to be contained in her careful boundaries. The desire for contact threatens to swallow her whole. ]
That would be nice.
[ And she does need to leave, with or without Tifa. That much is increasingly certain. Her manners and formality are poor reinforcement.
But, as though it knows best, her hand settles against the side of Tifa's face and gently urges it toward her until they share breath. ]
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So, this feeling is...intense and somewhat new. She felt this way a little, when she first met Jesse, but it was easier to set aside. Now she hangs on every word, eyes wide as Edelgard's hand comes to her face. It takes so little urging to pull her close, frozen for a moment as their breath mixes. Then, very slowy, as if she'll spook a slum cat, she leans in, pressing her lips to Edelgard's. ]
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She wanted this. She practically invited it. There is no room for surprise yet she is. Surprised to be here, surprised to be naked in a tub with someone, surprised by a kiss, surprised by the depth of her own desire.
It takes a moment for her brain to catch up with her body, a heartbeat in which she doesn't quite move so much as hover there, half-disbelieving, and let herself sink into the kiss. But then her fingers drag down the soft curve of Tifa's neck and she stops simply accepting it, choosing to actively pursue it instead. Between the heat in her face and the lingering scent of the shampoo and decreasing space between them, her head nearly swims. She tips forward eagerly, her hand folding around Tifa's shoulder. She lacks experience so all she can do is act on reflex, follow what feels good.
What feels good is more. Her lips part slightly, just enough to let the tip of her tongue sweep across Tifa's lower lip. ]
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Edelgard's lips part, and Tifa's part back, a low sound of surprise and want purring out her throat as that tongue seeks her out. She seeks back, running hers over Edelgard's lower lip, then sucking lightly on that sweet, plump flesh, aching for more but waiting to see if this is all welcome. ]
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[ The word hisses out of her, too directionless not to get smothered between their lips. She needs so little encouragement to claim Tifa's lap that if she felt less eagerness it would embarrass her. With her chest and shoulders raised above the line of the water she feels on display. She never thinks negatively of other people's scars but has always been so conscious of her own, the pale series of incision scars down the center of her torso and the insides of her arms, all too neat to seem self-inflicted or the result of battlefield chaos. For once that feels secondary, falling behind the need for physical contact, the absolute flood of heat she feels when she hears that sound in Tifa's throat, the electric jolt of having her lip sucked between Tifa's own.
(She shouldn't--)
Her hand slips lower to skim along Tifa's ribs and then ventures between them to cup one breast and experimentally smooth the pad of her thumb over the nipple.
(--at least not here.) ]
We should leave.
[ Not you should leave, or even I should leave. This isn't normal -- nothing about it is normal -- but better to run off together than lose herself in the moment here, where anyone can walk in and see. ]
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Tifa only breaks the kiss because she's gasping at the hand sliding up her ribs and over her breast. Aware that may come off as dislike (which couldn't be farther from the truth), she redoubles her kissing, one of her hands coming to claps over Edelgard's before it seeks out the other woman's breast.
oh, fuck. It's so warm and soft, filling her palm and making her thighs tense. She doesn't have enough hands or mouths; she wants to keep kissing Edelgard, and also kiss down her throat and breasts, and also hold her, and also massage her breasts.
The other girl pulls away, breathing on her lips. Tifa's nodding, eyes wide, struggling to find her voice. ]
One of our rooms? There are seating areas in the halls that are more private.
[ Tifa's never so much as asked anyone on a date, and only been on a handful Jesse, Biggs, and Wedge had a huge hand in setting up. But asking a girl to abscond somewhere to nakedly (she hopes) keep making out seems like the most natural thing in the world right now. ]