[Video] -03-

[wellspromise]

[Filtered to the people listed]

[The screen clicks on and Tifa positions it back a little bit. She adds ribbon to one final box and then looks over, smiling.]This is late, I know, but I made chocolate for you guys. Cloud, yours is here in the kitchen

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[hauntedrequiem]

You've been busy, haven't you?

[hauntedrequiem]

[Smirks, leaning forward and taking the piece of chocolate out of her hand carefully, making sure to let his lips touch just the soft skin just briefly.]

I'll remember that next time.

[wellspromise]

[Smiles, bringing her hand up to her lips after he takes the chocolate.]

And ask for more whenever you want.

[hauntedrequiem]

[Smirks, chewing the chocolate slowly, as if trying to decide weather or not he liked it.]

Anytime I want?

[wellspromise]

That's right.

[hauntedrequiem]

I'll keep that in mind then.

[wellspromise]

Any good?

[hauntedrequiem]

Think I'm gonna need another sample to know for sure.

[wellspromise]

Which kind?

[hauntedrequiem]

You pick.

[wellspromise]

[Smiling a little mischievously, she picks up a piece of dark chocolate and holds it up close to her lips.]

Come get it.

[hauntedrequiem]

[You know, you could have just asked for kisses, Tifa. He know's that's what you want anyway.

He leans in, smirking slightly as he opens his mouth, ready to take the chocolate into it.]

[wellspromise]

[But then that's not as fun~.

She pops the chocolate lightly between his lips, letting them close before she pecks him gently.]

[hauntedrequiem]

[You know he can't just let it be that simple, right?

At the feel of her lips against his, he presses his own back, deepening the kiss beyond the just the light peck she had intended it as, not really minding the taste of melted chocolate that was starting to form in his mouth.]

[wellspromise]

[Oho~, that's perfectly fine. There's still a taste of chocolate on his lips, so she might nibble very very lightly.]

[hauntedrequiem]

[He never took you for the nibbling type, Tifa, but two can play at that game. His tongue sneak out, lapping over her own gently, letting some of the melted chocolate transfer over to it.]