[ He doesn't get the chance to counter before she steals another kiss, and the fireworks go off behind his eyes again. It's all he can do to dig a couple fingers into his hands and not pull her back into his embrace. Luckily he doesn't have to hold that for more than a moment before she's pulling him along. Stumbling shamelessly through the crowd - if Cloud has trouble keeping up with Aerith now, it's only by the grace of the grip she has on him (it's tight, it's hot, he's not sure he ever wants her to let go in the state he's in right now) that he hasn't stumbled onto the dirt himself. ]
[ The energy between them - a mutual want that is rapidly becoming a desperate need - isn't hard to find in Cloud as Aerith steals glances back at him - he's looking to her as they hail a taxi. There's a flush to his face that won't go away, a sort of heavy breathing that isn't entirely from the breathlessness of the kiss, nor is it from their push through the crowds to find a taxi ready to take them home. There are other signs. Less obvious, more lurid, that she might yet find - the way he shifts from one foot to another to try and hide such signals is a dead giveaway to Aerith. ]
[ He finally finds his response, a bit breathless. ]
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[ He doesn't get the chance to counter before she steals another kiss, and the fireworks go off behind his eyes again. It's all he can do to dig a couple fingers into his hands and not pull her back into his embrace. Luckily he doesn't have to hold that for more than a moment before she's pulling him along. Stumbling shamelessly through the crowd - if Cloud has trouble keeping up with Aerith now, it's only by the grace of the grip she has on him (it's tight, it's hot, he's not sure he ever wants her to let go in the state he's in right now) that he hasn't stumbled onto the dirt himself. ]
[ The energy between them - a mutual want that is rapidly becoming a desperate need - isn't hard to find in Cloud as Aerith steals glances back at him - he's looking to her as they hail a taxi. There's a flush to his face that won't go away, a sort of heavy breathing that isn't entirely from the breathlessness of the kiss, nor is it from their push through the crowds to find a taxi ready to take them home. There are other signs. Less obvious, more lurid, that she might yet find - the way he shifts from one foot to another to try and hide such signals is a dead giveaway to Aerith. ]
[ He finally finds his response, a bit breathless. ]
Going to be a long way back.