[ The candy-like taste is still in Cloud's mouth, too - an acute sensation that has everything feeling brighter and louder than it should. He follows Aerith's lead - a small note of comprehension in his voice as he notices all the plants that have ended up at Aerith's abode. The smell of a garden hits him, and there's a nostalgia to it - the sort of gentle smell that hit him the first time he met Aerith, coming to consciousness after a fall from a good three hundred meters up. ]
You've really made the place a home away from home. [ He means that, in his own silly, sincere way. The energy of the moment isn't lost on him - and the brief lull between the jokes and her walking him up to her apartment has only served to kindle that nervous energy anew. Had he expected given everything that him and Aerith were going to cross this threshold? Not really - but like a lot of things, it creeps up on you, until there's nothing but the moment in which it's happening - as real as anything. ]
[ The lock clicks, she turns and bites her lip in that way he's growing familiar with recognizing - she wants something from - no, she wants him. There's all of a sudden a much greater energy that seems to come from nowhere, a longing, as deep as the ocean. And when it's clear, after a moment, that she wants him to make the move - to commit to them both falling into something much more intense than a makeout and some dirty dancing... well. ]
[ He does what he feels is the most natural thing to do, crossing the distance and cupping a hand under Aerith's chin, letting their eyes lock as he pulls her in. ]
We can stop whenever you like. Just let me know.
[ Despite his standoffishness, ever the gentleman. If she's waiting for a kiss, she doesn't have to wait long - his lips are on hers, openly, both his arms around her waist. Somehow more intense and fevered as their kiss on the dance floor - here, they didn't have to hold anything back. ]
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You've really made the place a home away from home. [ He means that, in his own silly, sincere way. The energy of the moment isn't lost on him - and the brief lull between the jokes and her walking him up to her apartment has only served to kindle that nervous energy anew. Had he expected given everything that him and Aerith were going to cross this threshold? Not really - but like a lot of things, it creeps up on you, until there's nothing but the moment in which it's happening - as real as anything. ]
[ The lock clicks, she turns and bites her lip in that way he's growing familiar with recognizing - she wants something from - no, she wants him. There's all of a sudden a much greater energy that seems to come from nowhere, a longing, as deep as the ocean. And when it's clear, after a moment, that she wants him to make the move - to commit to them both falling into something much more intense than a makeout and some dirty dancing... well. ]
[ He does what he feels is the most natural thing to do, crossing the distance and cupping a hand under Aerith's chin, letting their eyes lock as he pulls her in. ]
We can stop whenever you like. Just let me know.
[ Despite his standoffishness, ever the gentleman. If she's waiting for a kiss, she doesn't have to wait long - his lips are on hers, openly, both his arms around her waist. Somehow more intense and fevered as their kiss on the dance floor - here, they didn't have to hold anything back. ]