[ Tifa doesn't even know that Nami is the answer to something she's been searching for her whole life: someone who can see her for all of what she is, strong and delicate, feminine and immovable. She senses some part of it; it's why she feels so at ease with Nami.
Her heart races as the other woman's hands slowly, gently work her shirt up. She could stop her. It would be as easy as putting a hand on her wrist, the word no. She'd overpower her, if it came to it. But she doesn't want her to stop. ]
Yeah [ she breathes, their foreheads warm together. ] I'd like that.
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Her heart races as the other woman's hands slowly, gently work her shirt up. She could stop her. It would be as easy as putting a hand on her wrist, the word no. She'd overpower her, if it came to it. But she doesn't want her to stop. ]
Yeah [ she breathes, their foreheads warm together. ] I'd like that.