[ Guys tell Tifa how hot and gorgeous she is all the time. Girls do sometimes, but it's usually more of Yeah but you're gorgeous. This is different in a way she can't explain. Like Edelgard actually means it, and Tifa is so flattered. She wants to be pretty for this amazing girl.
Her own belly flips as that hand slides against hers. She's barely processed that before a hand is in her hair, sending a shiver down her spine. ]
I could help you dry your hair, when you get out.
[ She has never before understood what people mean when they say they get tongue tied or blurt out stupid things in front of new people. Now she flushes, unsure if she's being weird. ]
I could give you a shoulder rub, too. The heat will have you loosened up. If you want.
[ A new kind of heat stirs in her at the though of Edelgard sitting between her thighs while she touches the woman's back. She doesn't entirely understand what this feeling is, but she likes it so much. ]
[ Not a terrible guess, and she considers it for a minute but shakes her head. ]
Too quiet, and nothing's shaking. It looks like a fancy hotel to me.
[ Her gaze snaps back to his face, real concern entering it, and that makes it easier to ignore he's completely naked. He's not being weird, though, and she doesn't want to spook him again. ]
Earthquakes? Well, I think we're okay here. Everything looks like it's in its place.
[ She, too, is noticing how clean and new everything is. Definitely above the plate. It could even be the Golden Saucer, from what Jessie's said. And it's picking at memories of her childhood home and she doesn't want to think about that.
P changes attention to his watch, and that's something she can partly explain. ]
Vibrating, yeah. Some of the high end stuff is supposed to do this. I never had one.
[ Odd. It doesn't have an easy fastener to remove, which is what she's trying to do as she mulls through another thought. A much...weirder one. ]
You're not...from Midgar are you? Or Wutai or Costa Del Sol? Those...don't even mean anything to you, do they?
[ Because she's watching his reactions, and her eyes are flicking to his arm, and how heavy he is, and that he doesn't seem bothered by nudity. They aren't from the same place. But the breadth of what that might mean is...a lot. A lot a lot. ]
[ She can't help laughing, trying to hide it behind a hand. Boys were the same everywhere, and he was sweet, so she didn't mind.
This hotel is enormous and fancier even than the higher end parts of Midgar or the Honeybee that she's seen. Even so, her mouth falls open a little at the sheer scale of the buffet. ]
How many people are in this hotel? [ It comes out as a whispered awe. She hasn't felt like a little country girl in a long time, but she can't even manage how tall this place must be to house this many people. That and -- the idea that they're all playing this insane game. ]
Do you think it's organized by region or type? We should both pick some favorites and something new.
[ A girl from the slums knew that, when someone else was paying, it was always worth finding something fancy. But she also knew that comfort food went a long way when things were tough. ]
[ That question would make her flush and defensive even fully sober; she didn't know how she was when she felt some type of way, and this was not how she envisioned learning.
And he's not wrong she might be having virgin panic, which would mortify her to be read so clearly. Except in control of her own faculties, she'd have stayed far, far away from this. As it is, the more irritated she becomes, the more she wants to shut him. She's so strong and beautiful and powerful, and he ought to be speechless she's even here.
Which is so much easier to roll in her head than the other things she feels when he grins like that, something animal and needy about it that makes that heat roll through her again. If he told her to spin around and let him have her, she would.
And she doesn't want that. She knows, somewhere deep down, she's not in control, so the best thing to do is stay out ahead of it.
Which must be the only thing driving it, when he pats the seat next to him so smugly, like he knows she's going to be a good girl and listen. Fuck that. Fuck being a good girl. Fuck everyone who always expects her to do everything for their comfort.
Instead, she climbs smoothly onto his lap, a bent thigh straddling either side of him, so that the throbbing heat of her cunt it dangerously close to him, her breasts nearly in his face, but far enough away he'd have to make the first move. She sips her hot cocoa, hoping she seems bored with him, absolutely showing off her poise after he nearly lost his. ]
I'll decide if your apology is good enough.
[ Her cunt absolutely clenches with the thought of withholding from him, of him trying to get her blessing, and below how desperately she wants this, she's reeling at how good this all feels. ]
[ This woman reminds her a little of Cloud. She's not nearly as socially awkward or aloof, but the way something clicks and her features soften, and then suddenly she seems to be seeing Tifa when she wasn't before.
Except she's a stranger, so Tifa is suddenly uncomfortable under that attention. Humor, at least, she appreciates. ]
If two fit women go kick some ass in nothing but these robes, we're going to gain some unwanted fans.
[ She tries to match the joking tone, but it comes out tired. ]
You're right though. Two is better than one. I'm glad you're here.
[ She shouldn't be putting this on a stranger, but she can't seem to get her usually sunny face on. If they really are some other place, then -- what about her friends? What about the Planet? ]
he sees it so vaguely -- the tear that trails down her cheek. a pang of guilt sits at the pit of his stomach, some internalization that this is his fault, that he did this to her. the feeling fades away as quickly as it came.
the man's hands wring at the small of his back. his shoulders are straight, rigid with certainty -- the people here were rife with confidence, if not arrogance, and his eyes flit from one of them to the other.
"i understand." he concedes. "but you will follow my orders for the hour. i won this auction fairly, and i expect to be compensated."
cloud nods slowly, the heel of his palm sliding against his forehead as the room grows hotter. rivulets of sweat bead down his body, and his breathing is labored with want. he looks to tifa -- the electric blues of his eyes transfixed, tracing the features of her face down to the dips and curves of her body. cloud feels himself harden in real time, and were he less enraptured, he'd feel more shame for being attracted to her so brazenly. ]
You're... [ he pants out, breathlessly and boyishly: ] beautiful.
[ their patron watches. the corners of his lips quirk up into small, self satisfied little gesture.
"tonight -- you will be pleasuring yourselves. consider it my gift to you."
cloud's head angles up, and his eyes widen with a fraction of surprise -- before he melts back into submission, his shoulders taut with the tension of his own arousal. ]
Tifa... [ he breathes out. desperately, he wishes he could touch her -- that he could slot his lips down every inch of her body in reverie, that the firmness of her muscle and the softness of her skin could intermingle with his own. the want is overtaking him, and even now, he has to deny it. ]
...Only if she's okay with it.
[ even through the haze -- he can't stop thinking about her. ]
[ She's not totally sure what she prefers yet. She hadn't exactly had a lot of time for shopping, or the extra cash for it, back in Midgar. Her outfits had been a mix of hand-me downs, thrifting, and things she could both work and train in.
She watches, a grin still on her face, as he crosses his leg and balances his cup. That's not an easy task. She's impressed, though maybe she shouldn't be surprised. He is SOLDIER. That usually means exceptional physical ability.
Mmm, right. She forgets the plate hadn't been completed all that long before she got there. The way everyone talked about it, it was like it had always been that way. Even if a lot of people in the slums remembered it from before. And it wasn't like they'd really fixed six. ]
So I came five years after you. Seven for me.
[ She sits back, face going -- not dark, just, pensive, in a way she often didn't feel comfortable showing at home. She swirls her cup around, bouncing her leg a little as she thinks.
She never really got to talk about this. It was too dangerous. If Shinra had found out she was from Nibelheim, that she'd seen Sephiroth lose it...Did it matter anymore though? ]
It was tough, yeah. I moved to the city because there was a big fire in my hometown. No one I knew survived, and I didn't have any family, and I was injured. Even after I got better, I had no money and I super wasn't used to city life. Total country girl. Pretty shy too.
[ She smiles, as much at the memory as at him. ]
Yeah. I missed the clean mountain air. This place isn't bad, at least.
[ She gives him a rueful smile over their now-filled glasses. She isn't sure what to make of him, but her gut is saying he's fine. So long as it feels that way, she'll stay. ]
At this point, I don't think I know what it's like to not be. Sometimes I feel like I'm being dramatic, you know? Like, my life is normal, and there's definitely people who have it worse.
[ Like everyone else from Nibelheim or Sector 7 who didn't get out. But she finds herself nodding more emphatically than she realizes. ]
Yeah, exactly that. Why are we so targeted, when all we're doing is try to live and help? They're the ones hurting people.
[ Her eyes are sharper, her tone angrier, and as releasing as it is, it scares her too. She normally keeps such a good hold on her emotions. She lifts her glass, dipping it toward him before she takes a sip. If her blush could pass for tipsiness, she'd prefer that. ]
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For Edelgard
[ Guys tell Tifa how hot and gorgeous she is all the time. Girls do sometimes, but it's usually more of Yeah but you're gorgeous. This is different in a way she can't explain. Like Edelgard actually means it, and Tifa is so flattered. She wants to be pretty for this amazing girl.
Her own belly flips as that hand slides against hers. She's barely processed that before a hand is in her hair, sending a shiver down her spine. ]
I could help you dry your hair, when you get out.
[ She has never before understood what people mean when they say they get tongue tied or blurt out stupid things in front of new people. Now she flushes, unsure if she's being weird. ]
I could give you a shoulder rub, too. The heat will have you loosened up. If you want.
[ A new kind of heat stirs in her at the though of Edelgard sitting between her thighs while she touches the woman's back. She doesn't entirely understand what this feeling is, but she likes it so much. ]
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for P
[ Not a terrible guess, and she considers it for a minute but shakes her head. ]
Too quiet, and nothing's shaking. It looks like a fancy hotel to me.
[ Her gaze snaps back to his face, real concern entering it, and that makes it easier to ignore he's completely naked. He's not being weird, though, and she doesn't want to spook him again. ]
Earthquakes? Well, I think we're okay here. Everything looks like it's in its place.
[ She, too, is noticing how clean and new everything is. Definitely above the plate. It could even be the Golden Saucer, from what Jessie's said. And it's picking at memories of her childhood home and she doesn't want to think about that.
P changes attention to his watch, and that's something she can partly explain. ]
Vibrating, yeah. Some of the high end stuff is supposed to do this. I never had one.
[ Odd. It doesn't have an easy fastener to remove, which is what she's trying to do as she mulls through another thought. A much...weirder one. ]
You're not...from Midgar are you? Or Wutai or Costa Del Sol? Those...don't even mean anything to you, do they?
[ Because she's watching his reactions, and her eyes are flicking to his arm, and how heavy he is, and that he doesn't seem bothered by nudity. They aren't from the same place. But the breadth of what that might mean is...a lot. A lot a lot. ]
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alright post holiday tagging resumes
happy new year!
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for Gohan
[ She can't help laughing, trying to hide it behind a hand. Boys were the same everywhere, and he was sweet, so she didn't mind.
This hotel is enormous and fancier even than the higher end parts of Midgar or the Honeybee that she's seen. Even so, her mouth falls open a little at the sheer scale of the buffet. ]
How many people are in this hotel? [ It comes out as a whispered awe. She hasn't felt like a little country girl in a long time, but she can't even manage how tall this place must be to house this many people. That and -- the idea that they're all playing this insane game. ]
Do you think it's organized by region or type? We should both pick some favorites and something new.
[ A girl from the slums knew that, when someone else was paying, it was always worth finding something fancy. But she also knew that comfort food went a long way when things were tough. ]
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happy to keep gen, add the magic drinks, or do aphro (she'll stop at kissing/groping though)
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[ That question would make her flush and defensive even fully sober; she didn't know how she was when she felt some type of way, and this was not how she envisioned learning.
And he's not wrong she might be having virgin panic, which would mortify her to be read so clearly. Except in control of her own faculties, she'd have stayed far, far away from this. As it is, the more irritated she becomes, the more she wants to shut him. She's so strong and beautiful and powerful, and he ought to be speechless she's even here.
Which is so much easier to roll in her head than the other things she feels when he grins like that, something animal and needy about it that makes that heat roll through her again. If he told her to spin around and let him have her, she would.
And she doesn't want that. She knows, somewhere deep down, she's not in control, so the best thing to do is stay out ahead of it.
Which must be the only thing driving it, when he pats the seat next to him so smugly, like he knows she's going to be a good girl and listen. Fuck that. Fuck being a good girl. Fuck everyone who always expects her to do everything for their comfort.
Instead, she climbs smoothly onto his lap, a bent thigh straddling either side of him, so that the throbbing heat of her cunt it dangerously close to him, her breasts nearly in his face, but far enough away he'd have to make the first move. She sips her hot cocoa, hoping she seems bored with him, absolutely showing off her poise after he nearly lost his. ]
I'll decide if your apology is good enough.
[ Her cunt absolutely clenches with the thought of withholding from him, of him trying to get her blessing, and below how desperately she wants this, she's reeling at how good this all feels. ]
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for Fang
[ This woman reminds her a little of Cloud. She's not nearly as socially awkward or aloof, but the way something clicks and her features soften, and then suddenly she seems to be seeing Tifa when she wasn't before.
Except she's a stranger, so Tifa is suddenly uncomfortable under that attention. Humor, at least, she appreciates. ]
If two fit women go kick some ass in nothing but these robes, we're going to gain some unwanted fans.
[ She tries to match the joking tone, but it comes out tired. ]
You're right though. Two is better than one. I'm glad you're here.
[ She shouldn't be putting this on a stranger, but she can't seem to get her usually sunny face on. If they really are some other place, then -- what about her friends? What about the Planet? ]
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he sees it so vaguely -- the tear that trails down her cheek. a pang of guilt sits at the pit of his stomach, some internalization that this is his fault, that he did this to her. the feeling fades away as quickly as it came.
the man's hands wring at the small of his back. his shoulders are straight, rigid with certainty -- the people here were rife with confidence, if not arrogance, and his eyes flit from one of them to the other.
"i understand." he concedes. "but you will follow my orders for the hour. i won this auction fairly, and i expect to be compensated."
cloud nods slowly, the heel of his palm sliding against his forehead as the room grows hotter. rivulets of sweat bead down his body, and his breathing is labored with want. he looks to tifa -- the electric blues of his eyes transfixed, tracing the features of her face down to the dips and curves of her body. cloud feels himself harden in real time, and were he less enraptured, he'd feel more shame for being attracted to her so brazenly. ]
You're... [ he pants out, breathlessly and boyishly: ] beautiful.
[ their patron watches. the corners of his lips quirk up into small, self satisfied little gesture.
"tonight -- you will be pleasuring yourselves. consider it my gift to you."
cloud's head angles up, and his eyes widen with a fraction of surprise -- before he melts back into submission, his shoulders taut with the tension of his own arousal. ]
Tifa... [ he breathes out. desperately, he wishes he could touch her -- that he could slot his lips down every inch of her body in reverie, that the firmness of her muscle and the softness of her skin could intermingle with his own. the want is overtaking him, and even now, he has to deny it. ]
...Only if she's okay with it.
[ even through the haze -- he can't stop thinking about her. ]
lkdfgdfg sorry for the novel
omg no worries i love to see it
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For Roche
[ She's not totally sure what she prefers yet. She hadn't exactly had a lot of time for shopping, or the extra cash for it, back in Midgar. Her outfits had been a mix of hand-me downs, thrifting, and things she could both work and train in.
She watches, a grin still on her face, as he crosses his leg and balances his cup. That's not an easy task. She's impressed, though maybe she shouldn't be surprised. He is SOLDIER. That usually means exceptional physical ability.
Mmm, right. She forgets the plate hadn't been completed all that long before she got there. The way everyone talked about it, it was like it had always been that way. Even if a lot of people in the slums remembered it from before. And it wasn't like they'd really fixed six. ]
So I came five years after you. Seven for me.
[ She sits back, face going -- not dark, just, pensive, in a way she often didn't feel comfortable showing at home. She swirls her cup around, bouncing her leg a little as she thinks.
She never really got to talk about this. It was too dangerous. If Shinra had found out she was from Nibelheim, that she'd seen Sephiroth lose it...Did it matter anymore though? ]
It was tough, yeah. I moved to the city because there was a big fire in my hometown. No one I knew survived, and I didn't have any family, and I was injured. Even after I got better, I had no money and I super wasn't used to city life. Total country girl. Pretty shy too.
[ She smiles, as much at the memory as at him. ]
Yeah. I missed the clean mountain air. This place isn't bad, at least.
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for sanji (@mouton)
[ She gives him a rueful smile over their now-filled glasses. She isn't sure what to make of him, but her gut is saying he's fine. So long as it feels that way, she'll stay. ]
At this point, I don't think I know what it's like to not be. Sometimes I feel like I'm being dramatic, you know? Like, my life is normal, and there's definitely people who have it worse.
[ Like everyone else from Nibelheim or Sector 7 who didn't get out. But she finds herself nodding more emphatically than she realizes. ]
Yeah, exactly that. Why are we so targeted, when all we're doing is try to live and help? They're the ones hurting people.
[ Her eyes are sharper, her tone angrier, and as releasing as it is, it scares her too. She normally keeps such a good hold on her emotions. She lifts her glass, dipping it toward him before she takes a sip. If her blush could pass for tipsiness, she'd prefer that. ]