[ The fumbling adds something, he thinks, distracted by how the moonlight catches Aerith on top of him. Makes everything feel a little more... real. Neither of them are exactly inexperienced, but there's an earnest awkwardness at how cautiously they're playing around each other. Exploring all the ways that boundary they once had can be crossed. He takes her in as she straddles him — how the light plays off her skin, her own chest rising and falling as she drinks in the sight of him under her. The way her hair is long enough that it spills over her breasts as she leans over him. The pleasant pinpricking sensation of her sliding up and down his cock, and she can feel the heat and hardness pressing up against her, practically in time to Cloud's own racing heartbeat. He hears her voice goading him in that sing-song way. The way she always goaded him. ]
[ It unravels something in him, as he lets out a soft cry. The sensations and the teasing both do. Whether it was nerves or a stunned silence, Aerith's teasing has finally crossed a new boundary — there's a thought that crosses his mind that he wouldn't have otherwise thought. And before he can stop himself a quiet snort escapes him as one hand brushes the hair out of her face, a mischievous glint in his eye that's only been seen by Aerith a handful of times. ]
You're a tease, you know. Taunt a guy like that, and he's liable to pull you down onto him, whether you're ready or not.
[ As if to punctuate the point, Cloud's other hand, still resting on Aerith's hip, gives a firm, but brief squeeze. A 'threat' with just enough bite that, if Aerith isn't careful (whether she intends to be, or otherwise —), it might just happen. ]
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[ It unravels something in him, as he lets out a soft cry. The sensations and the teasing both do. Whether it was nerves or a stunned silence, Aerith's teasing has finally crossed a new boundary — there's a thought that crosses his mind that he wouldn't have otherwise thought. And before he can stop himself a quiet snort escapes him as one hand brushes the hair out of her face, a mischievous glint in his eye that's only been seen by Aerith a handful of times. ]
You're a tease, you know. Taunt a guy like that, and he's liable to pull you down onto him, whether you're ready or not.
[ As if to punctuate the point, Cloud's other hand, still resting on Aerith's hip, gives a firm, but brief squeeze. A 'threat' with just enough bite that, if Aerith isn't careful (whether she intends to be, or otherwise —), it might just happen. ]