[ It's in Aerith backing off that Cloud is allowed to catch his breath - for a moment. Her teasing voice digs into him playfully, and he can't help but try and gulp down a breath of air as she reveals her own underwear to him, as if the warm night air might stifle how much he's burning up inside. It doesn't help - but it does steady the hammering of his heart. Just a little. ]
Yeah. Of course.
[ When he steps, it's to step out of his boots and the pants and underwear around his ankles - kicked aside to where they won't be a bother for either of them. It's not as if he's expected to get re-dressed any time soon - and he's long since long track of where Aerith threw his shirt. So when he steps up to Aerith, there's not a bit of clothing on him, naked from head to toe. ]
[ If Aerith is expecting him to disrobe her with the same intensity, though, she's in for a small surprise. No, she's handed the pace back to Cloud, and with a little crooked half-smile, he's clearly intending to do something with it. ]
[ If Cloud was getting handsy before, it has nothing on what he's doing now. But unlike the more heated movements, these are slow, and purposeful. Cloud has all the time to explore Aerith's body in detail, his hands - gentle and soft, but with a roughness to them from a hard life - run over Aerith's body, quietly. He's pulling the dress off, his hands grazing up her thighs as he does, tracing up her hips and how they flare out. Trailing up her abdomen, his fingers deftly working around the spot she showed him so directly. Drawing a map of her body through touch. ]
[ When the dress is pulled off, he sneaks a quick kiss on her neck, tossing it somewhere where the two of them can search for it later, in the light of a morning where their senses are a bit more their own. As he kisses, he works his way around Aerith's body, sliding around her back - finding the fasteners to her bra. One hand fiddles with them as the other sneaks around to cup and squeeze one of them. Truly, Aerith had nothing to worry about, here. Even if she might protest him thinking so. ]
[ His hand squeezes and kneads at one of her breasts until he undoes the final fastener in front of him, her bra falling away and into his hand. This, he'll set aside gently on a surface they can find it. That just left the heels... and her underwear. But he can't exactly do that while she's standing up, can he? But his hands can snake down to her hips, one holding onto them there as the other places his hand flat against her underwear. His fingers digging against the fabric oh so very gently. There was a feeling of tenderness in his heart, as he did. She was beautiful, in a way he didn't have any words to express. ]
You'll need to sit on the bed if I'm going to get the rest, Aerith. [ It's a hot little whisper. If Aerith was expecting him to pick up how she was teasing him, only to receive it in turn, he's learning fast. ]
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Yeah. Of course.
[ When he steps, it's to step out of his boots and the pants and underwear around his ankles - kicked aside to where they won't be a bother for either of them. It's not as if he's expected to get re-dressed any time soon - and he's long since long track of where Aerith threw his shirt. So when he steps up to Aerith, there's not a bit of clothing on him, naked from head to toe. ]
[ If Aerith is expecting him to disrobe her with the same intensity, though, she's in for a small surprise. No, she's handed the pace back to Cloud, and with a little crooked half-smile, he's clearly intending to do something with it. ]
[ If Cloud was getting handsy before, it has nothing on what he's doing now. But unlike the more heated movements, these are slow, and purposeful. Cloud has all the time to explore Aerith's body in detail, his hands - gentle and soft, but with a roughness to them from a hard life - run over Aerith's body, quietly. He's pulling the dress off, his hands grazing up her thighs as he does, tracing up her hips and how they flare out. Trailing up her abdomen, his fingers deftly working around the spot she showed him so directly. Drawing a map of her body through touch. ]
[ When the dress is pulled off, he sneaks a quick kiss on her neck, tossing it somewhere where the two of them can search for it later, in the light of a morning where their senses are a bit more their own. As he kisses, he works his way around Aerith's body, sliding around her back - finding the fasteners to her bra. One hand fiddles with them as the other sneaks around to cup and squeeze one of them. Truly, Aerith had nothing to worry about, here. Even if she might protest him thinking so. ]
[ His hand squeezes and kneads at one of her breasts until he undoes the final fastener in front of him, her bra falling away and into his hand. This, he'll set aside gently on a surface they can find it. That just left the heels... and her underwear. But he can't exactly do that while she's standing up, can he? But his hands can snake down to her hips, one holding onto them there as the other places his hand flat against her underwear. His fingers digging against the fabric oh so very gently. There was a feeling of tenderness in his heart, as he did. She was beautiful, in a way he didn't have any words to express. ]
You'll need to sit on the bed if I'm going to get the rest, Aerith. [ It's a hot little whisper. If Aerith was expecting him to pick up how she was teasing him, only to receive it in turn, he's learning fast. ]