[Those light touches make her breathing catch, and even despite the exhilaration and slight nerves, she finds herself relaxing into him. For as many times as she'd thought about kissing him, and overthought it, and argued with herself for or against it... This feels natural. Comfortable. He's her best friend, and even if she hasn't voiced it, she's been in love with him for years.
Tifa makes a soft, pleased sound as he shifts against her, her hand trailing down his back. Whatever doubts she'd had before about how much he cared about her, or if he really wanted to be with them at all have melted away, replaced with the certainty that they're going to be fine. Everything will be alright.]
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Tifa makes a soft, pleased sound as he shifts against her, her hand trailing down his back. Whatever doubts she'd had before about how much he cared about her, or if he really wanted to be with them at all have melted away, replaced with the certainty that they're going to be fine. Everything will be alright.]