[ It would easier, maybe, if Aerith would just continue to drag him along with him until the very end of their encounter, but that wouldn't quite as fun, she deduces. It hits her hard and fast when she feels the rumble of his moan against her lips like a volcano erupting and giving into what mother nature always wants from it. Cloud plays his due diligence, shifting his hands along to back and then down. It sends a delightful little shiver up her spine that sticks roots down in her belly, warm and playful. She repays him in kind, and moves her hand down.
From over his shoulder to along his chest, she finds the soft fabric of his turtleneck and below it, almost could swear she feels the beating of his heart. Is it as fast as her's is? Aerith wonders for only a moment before she lets go of the belly warmer to grace his inner thigh with a mockingly thoughtful touch. The backs of her fingers sliding along, coaxing him further and further out of his shell, as if to goad him into being wrapped up into the moment with her. ]
Soo....
[ Awkwardly does she break the kiss, break the silence, and even the darkness of her apartment splits wide open as a car blazes along the street. It's lights catch along the white, old walls of the dingy one room apartment to spill brilliant white and illuminate along their frames, to halo them. The light brightens his face for her, lets her map out constellations of the Lifestream in his freckles. She reads him for life and love, not for death, and smiles in that way that he knows so well. She's thinking of all the ways to twist his arm and have fun doing it. ]
What do you want?
[ Still, she doesn't touch where he'd be sensitive most now. That's for later, she decides. ]
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From over his shoulder to along his chest, she finds the soft fabric of his turtleneck and below it, almost could swear she feels the beating of his heart. Is it as fast as her's is? Aerith wonders for only a moment before she lets go of the belly warmer to grace his inner thigh with a mockingly thoughtful touch. The backs of her fingers sliding along, coaxing him further and further out of his shell, as if to goad him into being wrapped up into the moment with her. ]
Soo....
[ Awkwardly does she break the kiss, break the silence, and even the darkness of her apartment splits wide open as a car blazes along the street. It's lights catch along the white, old walls of the dingy one room apartment to spill brilliant white and illuminate along their frames, to halo them. The light brightens his face for her, lets her map out constellations of the Lifestream in his freckles. She reads him for life and love, not for death, and smiles in that way that he knows so well. She's thinking of all the ways to twist his arm and have fun doing it. ]
What do you want?
[ Still, she doesn't touch where he'd be sensitive most now. That's for later, she decides. ]