[ As a joke, it'd be in incredibly poor taste, but Eula's quite right when she realizes that Aerith herself wouldn't joke about it. It's a demand as much as it is a tease, as if to goad her into it, and though it seems like Eula is weighing the world against her wants and Aerith's own cheeky behavior, she still comes home.
Their lips touch with a sweet lightness that Aerith doesn't think she's been kissed with before, not quite with the idea of being worried about breaking her or something similar. Rather, Eula her wears hesitantly as easily as someone might wear a tie, and Aerith thinks to herself how she loves to tug upon it. She'll undo it someday, she thinks, she hopes, she wishes. It isn't enough to simply have it, she wants to keep it.
So a moment passes under the stars where Orihime and Hikoboshi can watch them embrace and spark the beginning of something fresh and new, where Aerith makes a wish she doesn't write down. Eula is soft on her lips, the sensation warm like laying in the summer sun beneath the hole in the plate.
When they part, Aerith stays close, looks into Eula's eyes, and she thinks to herself that she'll have to come up with more ways to get this out of her. With a giggle, she speaks. ]
Not bad. Were you nervous?
[ Tilting her head, she puts her hands behind her back. ]
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Their lips touch with a sweet lightness that Aerith doesn't think she's been kissed with before, not quite with the idea of being worried about breaking her or something similar. Rather, Eula her wears hesitantly as easily as someone might wear a tie, and Aerith thinks to herself how she loves to tug upon it. She'll undo it someday, she thinks, she hopes, she wishes. It isn't enough to simply have it, she wants to keep it.
So a moment passes under the stars where Orihime and Hikoboshi can watch them embrace and spark the beginning of something fresh and new, where Aerith makes a wish she doesn't write down. Eula is soft on her lips, the sensation warm like laying in the summer sun beneath the hole in the plate.
When they part, Aerith stays close, looks into Eula's eyes, and she thinks to herself that she'll have to come up with more ways to get this out of her. With a giggle, she speaks. ]
Not bad. Were you nervous?
[ Tilting her head, she puts her hands behind her back. ]
Don't be. I'll let you practice much as you like.