[ Aerith unravels like this: Slowly and thread by thread, like a sweater coming undone, then all at once, like a tree falling. The result is so thunderous that she feels it through her body like lightning zapping across her in nerves she never felt before. (Or she had, and just forgotten about them— purposefully.) There's a grave sense of urgency and desperation in her like the idea that this is the moment she will never get back so she has to hold it tight and never let go. It is true there is no going back from this point on: "It's Complicated" may stick or it may not stick, she doesn't know, but a part of her is no rush to lose the pleasantries of walking that line. Jumping to the edge is somehow scarier to her. The definitive possibility of changing and moving on guts her as much as it thrills her.
Shakily, she leans into his kiss. It feels like the warm spot of Spring just before it transitions into Summer, when the flowers are all growing so tall and free and beautifully that she can sink into the grass and the loamy dirt and feel the birdsong from far away. She meets his tongue with her own, taking a long moment to enjoy the sensation down to her core. She is so utterly wrapped up in Cloud and there is both no going back as much as there is no going forward. Somehow, this feels like the wall she was destined to hit here. How do you move on from this? They entwine in a different kind of dance, holding one another with desperation. She thinks back to the image of him sleeping in a hospital bed and pulls him closer. She remembers the ribbon on his bicep, and stay there for a moment longer like she'll be safer there.
All around them the confetti settles to the ground, and flashes of lights go off. A distant sensation, they all are, when you're in the throes of something beautiful and terrifying. She stays there.
When, at last, the pulls away for breath, feels the way her lips are so wet, and his hot breath on them... Aerith leans back, standing back on her own two feet as she would naturally. She breathes in, tries to center herself, and fails. This time, there is no first floor lobby to waltz into like nothing transpired. This time, it's them, the party, and the whole world, and every light in the universe feels like it's shown on them and their dance. The city isn't too big for Cloud and Aerith, and it doesn't hide them away this time. This time, they glow. ]
Um. [ Well.
She licks her lips, takes in the memory of their kiss. ]
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Shakily, she leans into his kiss. It feels like the warm spot of Spring just before it transitions into Summer, when the flowers are all growing so tall and free and beautifully that she can sink into the grass and the loamy dirt and feel the birdsong from far away. She meets his tongue with her own, taking a long moment to enjoy the sensation down to her core. She is so utterly wrapped up in Cloud and there is both no going back as much as there is no going forward. Somehow, this feels like the wall she was destined to hit here. How do you move on from this? They entwine in a different kind of dance, holding one another with desperation. She thinks back to the image of him sleeping in a hospital bed and pulls him closer. She remembers the ribbon on his bicep, and stay there for a moment longer like she'll be safer there.
All around them the confetti settles to the ground, and flashes of lights go off. A distant sensation, they all are, when you're in the throes of something beautiful and terrifying. She stays there.
When, at last, the pulls away for breath, feels the way her lips are so wet, and his hot breath on them... Aerith leans back, standing back on her own two feet as she would naturally. She breathes in, tries to center herself, and fails. This time, there is no first floor lobby to waltz into like nothing transpired. This time, it's them, the party, and the whole world, and every light in the universe feels like it's shown on them and their dance. The city isn't too big for Cloud and Aerith, and it doesn't hide them away this time. This time, they glow. ]
Um. [ Well.
She licks her lips, takes in the memory of their kiss. ]
My place or your's?
[ Might as well. ]