[ there's a quaintness to sharing a bed, something like stability in the sense of another person's body warmth against you, and tifa inhales deep as the curtain of sleep starts to fall. it's hopelessly comfortable, laying here under the sheets with his arm draped over her, sinking into the bed leisurely. it feels like a sunday: nothing but warmth and laziness. a kind of exhaustion crawls across her back, rooting itself in her spine and she pressure a little closer for warmth, skin against skin. comfortable, easy— even on such a bright morning, though, he's got a certain kind of energy to him. cloud knows when she stirs, hides it only in how he doesn't speak until the kids' voices carry.
how do they know she's up? jeez. it must be late if they're already bickering over breakfast. her shoulders pop a little as she moves her hair out of the way, giving cloud more access to her neck, and she wastes another moment to just press harder against him.
it's nice. pleasant. she's too paranoid to say it's a little slice of happiness, but... maybe they've earned that much. ]
Hey.
[ her response comes with a short, soft laugh, akin to a giggle. turning her neck, tifa flashes him a smile. ]
And let Yuffie be the one to burn the kitchen down instead? [ they both know better. tifa curls into him for a moment, reciprocating the kiss. chastely, of course. she's certainly not starting anything this early in the day, even if there's a twinkle in her warm gaze when she pulls away. that close, she could count his freckles, map out the stars with them, could pepper a kiss across each one if she wanted. she's almost tempted to, but the loud clattering of dishes from downstairs promises either a dropped plate or pan. ]
Come on. Hand me my bra? I think it's on your side.
[ clothes always end up scattered around, and while tifa sets about trying to gather up what mess she's left, her back sits to him. ]
And... Cloud?
[ a momentary glance, just a little shy. she offers him a sincere smile, something more subdued and simple than before. ] Good morning.
bet you thought i forgot about this one
how do they know she's up? jeez. it must be late if they're already bickering over breakfast. her shoulders pop a little as she moves her hair out of the way, giving cloud more access to her neck, and she wastes another moment to just press harder against him.
it's nice. pleasant. she's too paranoid to say it's a little slice of happiness, but... maybe they've earned that much. ]
Hey.
[ her response comes with a short, soft laugh, akin to a giggle. turning her neck, tifa flashes him a smile. ]
And let Yuffie be the one to burn the kitchen down instead? [ they both know better. tifa curls into him for a moment, reciprocating the kiss. chastely, of course. she's certainly not starting anything this early in the day, even if there's a twinkle in her warm gaze when she pulls away. that close, she could count his freckles, map out the stars with them, could pepper a kiss across each one if she wanted. she's almost tempted to, but the loud clattering of dishes from downstairs promises either a dropped plate or pan. ]
Come on. Hand me my bra? I think it's on your side.
[ clothes always end up scattered around, and while tifa sets about trying to gather up what mess she's left, her back sits to him. ]
And... Cloud?
[ a momentary glance, just a little shy. she offers him a sincere smile, something more subdued and simple than before. ] Good morning.