It’s rather smothering. Being in the Don’s presence. He doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants. In his mind - she’s just playing hard to get. That’s why he follows until she has no room. Grinning ear to ear.
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𝐻er 𝑠mooth ﹠ 𝑝ale thigh reflects the contrast in his 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 as his hand runs along to grip it ..
𝑇ifa groaning as she takes another sipˏ trying to keep their 𝑑istance but running out of surface to scoot on.
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He takes his own drink, grinning. Raking a sip as he sits next to her. Close. So uncomfortably close where that smooth skin of Tifa’s feels the tight pants of Corneo. He doesn’t say anything, his hand eventually coming to settle on her thigh.
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𝑆he’s never been much of a 𝑑rinkerˏ thus making her a bit of a 𝑙ight 𝑤eight as she 𝑡akes the mixed drink in handˏ sipping it begrudgingly ..
𝑆he could ﹠ should kick his ass —— but he must want 𝑠omething from her ..
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He’s quite the bold man, the barmaid could clearly kick his ass. Yet when he stands up to make her a drink, he glides his hand along tense shoulders, chuckling to himself. Returning with a drink in hand for himself and hers. Nothing too fancy, just a tequila mixed drink.