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[it's full-on domestic and she doesn't seem to mind. she's leaning into his hold, tit to tit communication as he draws the zipper down.

it's probably for the best not to overwhelm him, actually, because she is once again thinking of how cloud responded to her in the red dress, and it's for that reason she sits back up, hands coming up to slide the dress off her shoulders slowly. with the back undone it falls forward, draped over her and pooling around her lap to give him a view of her chest.

and she's waiting? mostly to see what he's going to do or say. idly, she thinks about how they're definitely smaller than tifa's, but hopefully that's fine. no bra, nipples still slightly hard from earlier, and she's adjusting the dress briefly to be out of the way. well?]