[ The seconds have barely slithered by into minutes by the time they're rolling down the streets in the cab, Cloud's body heat pressing into her's and melting her down to nothing but a horrible, sticky sweet mess of want and need. It aches like a sickness inside of her, boiling over hotly.
They settle into a tango of sorts, breathy but not entirely lost to the rhythm. Aerith takes an eager lead, spoiling him with attention immediately. She drags him onto her, but adjusts herself teasingly; a knee brushes against his crotch as she slips her leg between his own, settling her thigh against him. The short length of her dress lets her skin grace his pants fabric, and she smiles into the kiss.
The cabbie, meanwhile, has seen this too many times to give a shit, though he thinks it's going to be funny when he tells his co-workers he saw the guy who stabbed the heart of the curse macking on one of the foxes who concocted the incense. Talk about faction unity. ]
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They settle into a tango of sorts, breathy but not entirely lost to the rhythm. Aerith takes an eager lead, spoiling him with attention immediately. She drags him onto her, but adjusts herself teasingly; a knee brushes against his crotch as she slips her leg between his own, settling her thigh against him. The short length of her dress lets her skin grace his pants fabric, and she smiles into the kiss.
The cabbie, meanwhile, has seen this too many times to give a shit, though he thinks it's going to be funny when he tells his co-workers he saw the guy who stabbed the heart of the curse macking on one of the foxes who concocted the incense. Talk about faction unity. ]