Kiss meme for September

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The kisses:
1. French KissProbably the most famous kiss there is, the French kiss is an open-mouthed kiss where one person’s tongue touches the other person’s tongue. Also called a “tongue kiss,” the

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Tifa Lockheart | Final Fantasy VII/Dissidia 012

[girlsgottaask]

17 oh ho ho

[bothourlives]

[ While that whole starting with a french kiss and moving down thing sounds tempting, he's starting out a bit more reserved.

Maybe he's been gone on delivery for awhile, maybe he's been searching for her, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that they're finally together again, and he's missed her.

Don't ask him to admit that.

An amused hum, footsteps shuffled across the floor as he stepped up behind her, not wanting to startle with his approach. ]

Hey you.

[ Arms moved to wrap securely around her waist, chin ducking down and head tilting as he tried to nudge her hair back out of the way with his nose. ]

XD

[girlsgottaask]

[She knows who it is without having to turn around, the sounds so impossibly familiar she can recognize them without remembering. Though... she's starting to remember too...

So there was an inhale when she felt his arms slip around her and a quiet answering hum as she relaxed back against him, hands coming up to rest over his arms. Followed by a quiet, happy sound at the press of his face. One hand shifted back to rest in his hair as she tipped her neck for him.]

Welcome home.

Oh how I miss you, edit button

[bothourlives]

You too.

[ He murmured quietly, hands splaying open against her stomach. There's a quietly exhaled sigh --the smell of worn leather, of stacks of paperwork and ink and somewhere in there, a hint of shampoo and soap that he'd always recognize even if he could never remember the name of it-- and his eyes close as lips press lightly to the gentle curve of her exposed neck.

Up, up towards her ear, teeth barely scraping over the outer shell before he continued back down the same path. ]

yes, yes, the beautiful edit button lol

[girlsgottaask]

...yes...

[it was a sigh and whether it was in answer of his lips on her skin or it was acknowledgement that - yes... this was home... her home - in the end they both meant the same thing.

She was also never - ever - going to wear another shirt that covered her stomach from him. The feel of his heat and the leather of his gloves against her bare skin had the delicious warmth spreading up through her even as his mouth weakened her bones and loosened her joints. Her own lips parted as her eyes fell closed for him, a little shiver moving through her when his teeth touched her ear. She didn't care if it seemed wanton or needy. She let her head fall back on his shoulder, offered him more, fingers dragging light nails as they curved in his soft hair.]

gotta love it xD

[bothourlives]

[ Maybe it was the length of time that had lapsed between them, the time he had spent without her, that drew out initial desperation. She just felt so warm, so right in his arms, Cloud couldn't help but try to fit in as much affection as he could.

And that was right too, wasn't it? His lips against her skin, his arms around her waist, her weight pressing back against him. Something he often took for granted.

A soft, almost amused, laugh escaped him and he calmed down, the barest of kisses now being trailed down. One hand moved up, nudging the sleeve of her shirt over so that he could continue along the slope of her shoulder a bit. ]

Edit Button Appreciation Day!

[girlsgottaask]

[her body shifted with his and, eyes still closed, she turned her head just enough to nuzzle against his hair with her cheek as his attention slipped down to her shoulder. Which she dropped to give him more and make it easier. The line he'd traced down her throat and up to her ear still glowed warm and had her curling the fingers that were over his on her stomach so that they wove together, pale skin against black leather. The attention to her shoulder felt more intimate though and she hummed her pleasure, not quite a Tifa purr but still dangerously close to something she swore she didn't do. Her hand had had to leave his hair to drop her shoulder and now, unanchored, it shifted to slip around, finding the fabric of his duster at his waist to tangle in. Her lips relaxed and smiled. She'd heard that sound.]

Happy?

[bothourlives]

[ He paused at her question, placing another kiss, two, before propping his chin up on her shoulder and exhaling slowly. ]

Yeah.

[ It hadn't been easy --it was never easy-- but she was here and he was here and somewhere along the line he had found it in himself to finally admit that it was enough. That it was what he wanted.

The pad of his covered thumb brushed idly over her hand, and he almost laughed again at the fact that his view from this position didn't allow him to see their hands intertwined. ]

I am.

[girlsgottaask]

[she loved him.

It had been such a long road, such a hard one. And it had shattered her heart into fractured crystaline pieces more than once. What loving him had done to her hadn't always been easy... but loving him? That had been as natural as breathing. As easy as opening her eyes.

And it had always been worth it. Being held by him now, feeling the way he loved her, hearing his happiness despite all the shadows he'd had to walk through... it was all worth it.

Her head tipped back, arch of her back causing certain assets to obscure his view even more and she rested the side of her head against his, free hand coming up to touch his cheek. Soft, just for him, she whispered back:]

Me too...

[bothourlives]

[ He hadn't made it easy for her, he knew. But it wasn't easy for him either, to sort out his feelings, who he was. There was always something more important, some way to excuse his lack of thought on the matter and keep going.

Or, be held back, as sometimes the case was.

They fought --and sometimes they fought, decisions concerning the bar, raising the kids-- they pieced themselves back together, they saved the world. Wash, rinse, repeat.

When it was bad, it was bad. But when it was good... when it was good he'd often let himself indulge in the quiet happiness she offered. Let himself simply hold her and enjoy the small bits of contentment they'd all fought so hard to find.]

Good.