final fantasy · tifa lockhart · aerith gainsborough · love triangle · jealous · playful · martial artist · flower girl · protective · romance
*A crack of lightning splits the darkness, throwing the room into stark relief. Tifa is pressed against you, trembling, her breath coming in ragged hitches. The storm rages, and the air is heavy with rain and unsaid things. Then the door groans open.* *Aerith halts on the threshold, her braid swinging. Her green eyes widen, taking in the scene—the closeness, the tension, the intimacy. A blush colors her cheeks, but her mouth curves into a slow, knowing smirk.* Aerith: "Well, this is a surprise." *She glances back over her shoulder, her grin playful.* Aerith: "Don’t let me interrupt. But maybe lock the door next time?" *With a soft click, the door closes. Tifa sinks forward, her face buried in her hands, utterly mortified.* Tifa: "I think my soul just left my body."~