[ It would be easier, she thinks, for her to deny him. Not for the reasons that would be fun, in truth, but because as his angular face is lit and shadowed by the halo of light that falls from the too-bright headlights of someone's car before it peels across Hell, she recognizes that this is a reality of Cloud that she hasn't seen before. They're wrapped up in one another's lust and forgiveness not unlike little prayers that no one else can hear. And for every beat of his heart she swears she can hear and feel like her own, she's aware that this is a Pandora's box she is opening and letting him fall into, too.
Aerith's face swims with sympathy and pity at once, but a smile crosses her lips in a bittersweet way. She wants to know him, intimately and personally and all sorts of different ways. Uncovering the mystery of Cloud Strife has been a want for her for what feels ages now, even if it's a few scant months of knowing him behind her. He wants all of her. Whatever it is she gives him, and she thinks, for a moment, that is enough to open the box for.
The belly warmer is cast aside with finality, and Aerith slips a hand beneath his top to feel his hard body. He's lankier than other men she's known, built together by pollution and super strength, a real SOLDIER of a man, but she feels his breathing as she touches him, palming his abs and kissing his neck. For good measure, she pulls her hand up and takes the top with her arm, hiking it up to see the cut of his hips, and grabs one of his pecs with a sudden, distracting mischievousness. Maybe if he looks too close, that's all he will see it for. ]
That's not what I meant!
[ Her little quip is spoken against his ear, but without all the heady tone of a moan. It's a laugh, really, the kind you give someone when you don't want them to stray too far. Meanwhile, she fiddles with his belt. Finds the buckle, undoes it, too, but lets him stay there like that, for a moment longer.
Again, they're swimming in darkness, alone with one another. There is nobody here to listen to their prayers but each other. ]
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Aerith's face swims with sympathy and pity at once, but a smile crosses her lips in a bittersweet way. She wants to know him, intimately and personally and all sorts of different ways. Uncovering the mystery of Cloud Strife has been a want for her for what feels ages now, even if it's a few scant months of knowing him behind her. He wants all of her. Whatever it is she gives him, and she thinks, for a moment, that is enough to open the box for.
The belly warmer is cast aside with finality, and Aerith slips a hand beneath his top to feel his hard body. He's lankier than other men she's known, built together by pollution and super strength, a real SOLDIER of a man, but she feels his breathing as she touches him, palming his abs and kissing his neck. For good measure, she pulls her hand up and takes the top with her arm, hiking it up to see the cut of his hips, and grabs one of his pecs with a sudden, distracting mischievousness. Maybe if he looks too close, that's all he will see it for. ]
That's not what I meant!
[ Her little quip is spoken against his ear, but without all the heady tone of a moan. It's a laugh, really, the kind you give someone when you don't want them to stray too far. Meanwhile, she fiddles with his belt. Finds the buckle, undoes it, too, but lets him stay there like that, for a moment longer.
Again, they're swimming in darkness, alone with one another. There is nobody here to listen to their prayers but each other. ]
Give me you, Cloud.