[ Her laugh in his ear makes him shiver - the hand under his shirt aand up to his muscled chest a sudden - but not unwelcome intrusion, despite how he jumps. The belly-warmer is quickly forgotten and discarded. Cloud Strife's wardrobe now falling away, piece by piece. His own hands are fumbling to pull her out of her summer dress as well, slowly but surely. At least until she leans in to correct him. That she wants him.]
[ Those words make every little kiss along his neck, her fingers on his abs and hips, her breath in his ear, feel hotter, making those chills of pleasure shoot down his spine again. He's drowning in the feeling of Aerith taking what she wants - a desire that's risen to the surface, that he only just now realized he's had. She's always pulled away, for one reason or another. Reasons he hasn't been able to completely understand, even as a similar force drives him forward to pull Aerith closer, the more she tries to step away. ]
[ A hand finds its way into her hair, gently grabbing it as if to steady himself, and Aerith gets to hear something very rare - a chuckle. Not a single confident laugh, or a snort, but a nervous, throaty noise that bubbles out from his throat as he finds his voice - barely more than a whisper in between the quiet moans. ]
You want all of me - all the parts that no one else sees.
[ His other hand finds her waist, a finger tracing up the small of her back. Without the belly-warmer, those baggy pants of his are only held together by being slightly tighter in the waist and Cloud's position against the wall. Even the gentlest effort would leave him quite a bit more vulnerable. ]
I remember. How could I not? ...They're all yours.
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[ Those words make every little kiss along his neck, her fingers on his abs and hips, her breath in his ear, feel hotter, making those chills of pleasure shoot down his spine again. He's drowning in the feeling of Aerith taking what she wants - a desire that's risen to the surface, that he only just now realized he's had. She's always pulled away, for one reason or another. Reasons he hasn't been able to completely understand, even as a similar force drives him forward to pull Aerith closer, the more she tries to step away. ]
[ A hand finds its way into her hair, gently grabbing it as if to steady himself, and Aerith gets to hear something very rare - a chuckle. Not a single confident laugh, or a snort, but a nervous, throaty noise that bubbles out from his throat as he finds his voice - barely more than a whisper in between the quiet moans. ]
You want all of me - all the parts that no one else sees.
[ His other hand finds her waist, a finger tracing up the small of her back. Without the belly-warmer, those baggy pants of his are only held together by being slightly tighter in the waist and Cloud's position against the wall. Even the gentlest effort would leave him quite a bit more vulnerable. ]
I remember. How could I not? ...They're all yours.