[She'd always been a Beta. That little girl in the winter village, too sweet not to be a Beta. Even when she'd taken up martial arts, it had just been a pretty little Beta girl rebelling against society in an endearing and not particularly threatening way, a village full of people so sure they knew her that there was an excuse for everything. Zangan must have known, must have realized the growing strength of her blows, the force of her kicks as she matured weren't Beta levels but he'd never said anything and Tifa had been a happy Beta. Until that night of fire and blood when everything had changed and the wolf had risen up inside her with a fury that still scared her.
She'd tried everything since then to kill the wolf. All she'd ever managed was making to fall asleep. It wasn't interested in sleeping now. Not anymore.
She knew the sound of his stride. Just the same way she knew his scent. And there was nothing strong enough to deny the way the wolf roused for him. His voice was low and soft and throaty and it settled into her bones every time he spoke, until it was the sound the wolf wanted to hear always, soothing the restless ache and feeding it until she would have twisted herself into knots if it were only possible. She could feel him across from her without opening her eyes, picture him perfectly from the rustle of his pants, the creak of his leather harness, the shift of that metal sword against its magnet on his back. He came back to her, even though he was called elsewhere and it moved the wolf, made it... made her, want to dart over the bar, tangle fists in leather and cloth, pin him to the wall and press her face into his throat until she drowned in that scent and the beat of his life under the vulnerable skin.
Alpha Shinra SOLDIER and those damn high necked uniforms.]
I'm fine. [She had to open her eyes to make it sound like the truth but his eyes were open too and it was just forever falling down into ocean blue. The tang of salt air in the morning, like the docks she didn't remember when Zangan had brought her body to Midgar. You. She wanted to say it, finally confess it and end this but - you. You bother me. Drive me mad. Make my wolf howl and whimper and I want it to stop. I'm scared it will never stop.
I'm scared it will stop.
Don't be gentle and caring. Don't. My wolf wants to follow you to the end of the world and over already. Don't let it think of how good that sounds or how bad it wants that. Her hands twisted on the mug and threatened to twist it in half. Bite and taste and lick. Protect forever. Follow forever. She set the mug down and pushed it under the lip of the counter on her side so it was hidden. Her hands shook, wanting to be in his hair, tangled in his shirt, against his skin. She rested them flat on the counter so they couldn't move. Having him so close made everything better. Made it worse. She smiled at him, small, so it wouldn't show teeth and have the chance to become a snarl.]
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She'd tried everything since then to kill the wolf. All she'd ever managed was making to fall asleep. It wasn't interested in sleeping now. Not anymore.
She knew the sound of his stride. Just the same way she knew his scent. And there was nothing strong enough to deny the way the wolf roused for him. His voice was low and soft and throaty and it settled into her bones every time he spoke, until it was the sound the wolf wanted to hear always, soothing the restless ache and feeding it until she would have twisted herself into knots if it were only possible. She could feel him across from her without opening her eyes, picture him perfectly from the rustle of his pants, the creak of his leather harness, the shift of that metal sword against its magnet on his back. He came back to her, even though he was called elsewhere and it moved the wolf, made it... made her, want to dart over the bar, tangle fists in leather and cloth, pin him to the wall and press her face into his throat until she drowned in that scent and the beat of his life under the vulnerable skin.
Alpha Shinra SOLDIER and those damn high necked uniforms.]
I'm fine. [She had to open her eyes to make it sound like the truth but his eyes were open too and it was just forever falling down into ocean blue. The tang of salt air in the morning, like the docks she didn't remember when Zangan had brought her body to Midgar. You. She wanted to say it, finally confess it and end this but - you. You bother me. Drive me mad. Make my wolf howl and whimper and I want it to stop. I'm scared it will never stop.
I'm scared it will stop.
Don't be gentle and caring. Don't. My wolf wants to follow you to the end of the world and over already. Don't let it think of how good that sounds or how bad it wants that. Her hands twisted on the mug and threatened to twist it in half. Bite and taste and lick. Protect forever. Follow forever. She set the mug down and pushed it under the lip of the counter on her side so it was hidden. Her hands shook, wanting to be in his hair, tangled in his shirt, against his skin. She rested them flat on the counter so they couldn't move. Having him so close made everything better. Made it worse. She smiled at him, small, so it wouldn't show teeth and have the chance to become a snarl.]
How about - something to drink?