[Hm. He wouldn't have though Aerith would have wanted to be 'taken' standing up. That's something Cloud will keep in the back of his mind for later. The feeling of excitement he gets from her - the slick feeling between her legs, almost threatens to undo him then and there, but she pulls him to the bed, and he regains his composure. ]
[ When she lays in full view of him, on display, the flush in her face illuminated by the glow of lights beyond the window, he can't help but let himself smile back. She's cute. The way he can feel that she's just as nervous as he is, just by that girlish smile. He's dimly aware she's drawing it out because of that nervousness. He makes eye contact with her as he moves overtop her, as she asks that question. He can only smile in response, his mako-polluted eyes catching hers, in dim light that still, somehow, seems to find them bright and glinting in the dark. ]
Never a doubt.
[ The shoes come off quickly, placed aside carefully, as he moves up the futon. One set of fingers carefully pulling at her underwear with a sort of almost trepidation and gentleness. Aerith isn't forced to wait long, however, as the other hand slides between her legs to keep her company, instead. There's a smile on his lips that he tries not to make look too pleased with himself, as his fingers play with her. ]
So... what is it -you- want, Aerith? [ The question isn't about wanting him, of course. She still wants him, and they both know it. The question is more - what part does Aerith want of him, right now? With his body hovering there above her, his eyes locked on hers as he closes the distance between their faces, as naked as she is, she has her pick. And they have plenty of time. ]
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[ When she lays in full view of him, on display, the flush in her face illuminated by the glow of lights beyond the window, he can't help but let himself smile back. She's cute. The way he can feel that she's just as nervous as he is, just by that girlish smile. He's dimly aware she's drawing it out because of that nervousness. He makes eye contact with her as he moves overtop her, as she asks that question. He can only smile in response, his mako-polluted eyes catching hers, in dim light that still, somehow, seems to find them bright and glinting in the dark. ]
Never a doubt.
[ The shoes come off quickly, placed aside carefully, as he moves up the futon. One set of fingers carefully pulling at her underwear with a sort of almost trepidation and gentleness. Aerith isn't forced to wait long, however, as the other hand slides between her legs to keep her company, instead. There's a smile on his lips that he tries not to make look too pleased with himself, as his fingers play with her. ]
So... what is it -you- want, Aerith? [ The question isn't about wanting him, of course. She still wants him, and they both know it. The question is more - what part does Aerith want of him, right now? With his body hovering there above her, his eyes locked on hers as he closes the distance between their faces, as naked as she is, she has her pick. And they have plenty of time. ]