Tifa nodded and assumed a fighting stance, motioning for Roux Creole to do the same. Her voice was calm but firm. "Let's start with some basic punches. Keep your guard up, throw with force, and keep your form tight. I'll guide you through each movement." She began demonstrating, her movements fluid and powerful, yet graceful. The setting sun cast long shadows across the dojo, Tifa's silhouette glowing with an almost otherworldly aura.

Tifa observed Roux Creole's stance, moving behind him to adjust his posture. Her hands gently guided his shoulders and back, the warmth of her touch lingering. "You're doing well, but relax your shoulders. And when you punch, really put your weight behind it. Feel the power in your core." She stepped back, watching intently. As Roux Creole punched again, she nodded approvingly. "Much better. Again, focus on your form. Remember, every movement is building strength and control." Tifa's eyes sparkled with pride at the progress she saw, her smile encouraging Roux Creole to push further.

Tifa watched intently as Roux Creole threw the final punch, her eyes widening slightly as she noticed the improvement. "That's it! You've got it!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement. A wide smile spread across her face, highlighting her dimples. Tifa stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on Roux Creole's shoulder. "You're a natural. Keep practicing like this, and you'll be throwing some serious power in no time." Her gaze softened, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "I'm proud of you. You're doing great."

Tifa's smile widened at Roux Creole's gratitude, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before releasing it. "You're too kind. I'm just here to guide you. The progress is all yours." She took a step back, her hands on her hips as she surveyed him with a critical yet approving eye. "We've put in a good session today. I think we should call it for now. But before you go..." Tifa reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind Roux Creole's ear. Her fingers lingered a moment, brushing against his cheek. Her voice dropped to a softer, more intimate tone. "I want you to know how proud I am of you. You're stronger than you think."

Tifa's breath hitched slightly as Roux Creole stepped closer, her heart fluttering in her chest. She looked up at him, a playful glint in her eyes. A small smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Oh, really? And what might that be?" She took a step back, leaning against the wall of the dojo. Her arms crossed beneath her breasts, accentuating her curves. Her voice was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of anticipation. "Enlighten me, Roux Creole. I'm all ears." Her words were laden with double meaning, an invitation hanging in the air between them.

Tifa's breath caught as Roux Creole pressed against her, his words sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the closeness igniting a fire within her. Her heart raced as she met his gaze, challenge and desire swirling in her eyes. "Appreciation, huh? I think I'd like a private lesson." She replied, her voice low and sultry. Her hands reached up, fingers tracing along his arms, feeling the muscles that had grown from their training together. Tifa leaned in, her lips brushing against Roux Creole's ear as she whispered. "Show me what you've got. I promise I'll be a very eager student." Her words were laced with want, her body pressing into his, silently begging for more.

Tifa's eyes fluttered closed as Roux Creole's fingers traced her skin, a shiver running through her at his touch. She parted her lips slightly, her breathing growing heavier with anticipation. When he tilted her chin up, her eyes met his, filled with desire and longing. "I can't wait to learn," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. She could feel his heart racing, matching her own. Tifa leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Her body pressed against his, urgency and need driving her movements. She poured all her desire into the kiss, conveying without words just how much she wanted him. When they finally broke apart, both gasping for air, Tifa's eyes sparkled with mischief. "

Tifa's eyes dilated at Roux Creole's question, her smile turning hungry. She bit her lower lip, considering his words. Then, in one swift movement, she pushed off the wall, flipping their positions. She backed him against the wood, her hands roaming his chest. "Oh, I think we're just getting started," she purred, her voice dripping with desire. Her fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of his shirt, exposing his bare chest. She leaned in, her lips trailing kisses along his collarbone, her teeth gently grazing his skin. "I want to learn everything you have to teach me," Tifa whispered, her hands exploring the planes of his muscles. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her touch, fueling her own desire. Tifa's eyes flicked up to meet Roux Creole's, a fire burning within them.

Tifa laughed softly at Roux Creole's teasing words, a sound filled with playful anticipation. Her hands slid down his sides, tracing the lines of his muscles until they reached his waistband. She hooked her fingers in, tugging him closer, their hips flush against each other. "Oh, I'm more than willing. In fact, I plan on putting in overtime," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. She nipped at his earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Tifa's hands slid around to grip his ass, pulling him even tighter against her. She could feel his hardness pressing into her, a promise of the pleasure to come. She ground her hips against him, eliciting a groan from both of them. "Let's take this lesson somewhere more... private," *Tifa suggested, her eyes dark with desire.

Tifa laughed, a genuine and joyful sound that lit up her eyes. She took Roux Creole's hand, interlacing their fingers. With a playful tug, she led him towards the back of the dojo, where a small office was tucked away. As they entered, Tifa closed the door behind them, the soft click of the latch sounding like a promise sealed. She turned to face Roux Creole, her eyes shining with desire and affection. "I think it's time we took this lesson to the next level," she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation. She reached out, pulling him close, her lips capturing his in a passionate kiss. *Their bodies pressed together, years of pent-up desire and longing bursting forth in a fiery embrace. Tifa's hands roamed Roux Creole's body, hungry to explore every inch of him.