Well, in the interest of answering properly, I've got panties on too. You kinda have to, if you're wearing a minidress, right? I think if I were gonna choose clothes over again, though, I'd go for something just a little longer. It's not like there's anyone else in here, but I feel like I'm flashing the whole world when I move.
[ Another laugh, Aerith shaking her head as she sips more of her spritzer. Likely, he'll be able to tell from her tone that she's not trying to be deliberately sexy or seductive, just honest and open about her situation.
Smiling, she reaches for the jars. ]
Your turn, now! Do you want something sweet, or something sexy?
[ Thank whoever invented miniskirts, he thought. He smiles, feeling her laughter to start affecting him and lifting his mood. ]
I can imagine.
[ He says, deliberately leaving it to Aerith whether he meant that sympathetically or he's just imagining her in a miniskirt short enough to make her feel like she's showing London and France to a non-existent audience. ]
Let's go with something sexy. That just feels right after you just told me about your outfit of the day. If you can stump me with how spicy it is, I owe you a drink.
[ Aerith's brows lift in surprise when the man introduces himself. ]
Mister Aventurine? It's a pleasure. My name is Aerith... but, I'm sorry. Did you say you're a senior manager at the casino? This casino?
[ It doesn't make a lot of sense to her. So far, the people playing the games and the people running them appear to have been kept entirely separate, and... ]
( oh aerith. now he almost feels bad for... well, he's not lying, but omitting information counts as such to some people, doesn't it?
at the very least, there's a lighthearted laugh coming from the other side of the partition. he hadn't meant any true harm, really. )
I'm a guest much like you, my friend. But after spending more than enough time in the resort, I guess I just missed having something productive to do with my time.
( which now is a complete lie. the job started as punishment for dying, and then he just stayed for the information. the casino is the heart of the resort, after all. )
But the answer is yes, nonetheless. Not even when you work for the House does it exempt you from their games. They're quite demanding.
[ Despite the fact that he can't see, she shakes her head. Sure, sitting in this room in soaked clothes for the next 30 minutes won't be the most comfortable thing she's ever endured, but it also truthfully won't be the worst, so... ]
It's nice to meet you too, Neuvillette. I've never heard a name like yours before, but it's beautiful.
[ And then, after a moment, she ventures: ]
If I can ask, why do you think that was your gift? I mean, for me... I wear a ribbon in my hair most of the time, so having one chasing me around is kinda... a bit weird, sure, but it also makes a weird kind of sense, you know?
( an easy question to answer truthfully, though a little harder to sidestep the root of the explanation. a little sheepish: )
I've always liked water. ( understatement. ) Perhaps the resort felt the need to ensure that I would never go without, even though there are plenty of places here where I can indulge without it inconveniencing others.
( his shower, the crane's respite, the simulated rain in the valeβ¦. )
[ Maybe she doesn't have to be sorry, but that doesn't mean she isn't. Her smile is gentle and kind even as he sighs, and when he huffs and teases, she finds herself laughing.
A familiar type, at the very least.
Her smile brightens, eyes crinkling, and she shakes her head. ]
Well, it's nice to re-meet you, Ragna. But really.. we haven't just met, right? Weren't we friends before? I dunno about you, but I try to trust my own judgement~. And if we were friends, then that's a judgement I made, you know? Even if I don't remember it.
[ He doesn't seem too opposed to her having started plucking the bills from his hair, so she continues doing so, removing the last few strays sticking up from the spikes and then handing them back over to him. ]
So~... Seeing as you just won the jackpot, why don't you treat me to a drink, Ragna? And maybe we can talk about how we knew each other last time I was here.
[ Will it surprise him, how unfazed she is that others have memories of her she doesn't share? ]
[ Aerith's question posed to him would have been a little more bittersweet if he'd known her for much longer. But in all truths...she came and went. But the impact she left, especially the first time, was still something that he thinks fondly back on. Sure, it may have ended with her staking her claim in another rabbit during an early hunt, but the gesture towards him as a fellow new player was something that had a lasting effect on him.
Something that perhaps this Aerith should know something about. Thankfully, after she's finished fussing away with a couple more bills before she hands them back to him, he cocks his head at her when he accepts the fake money between his fingers. ]
You know what? Sure, why not? Drinks are on me.
[ She was so friendly every time they met, yet in every instance, it was still the Grim Reaper minding and respecting her own space. He doesn't do anything so bold as to suddenly slip an arm around her waist or throw an arm over her shoulders. Only closing the rest of that space between them and giving her a gentle pat on her shoulder as he remains close by her side. Whether that money that he was showered in was real or not, Ragna decides to unceremoniously shove it into his pocket for now as he leads her away from the game area, and off towards a more comfortable lounging space where one can order drinks and even snacks.
There was another locale that they could swing by if they were looking for some privacy. It depends on her own rank; but then...she just arrived again. It also depends on what the House was asking of her now that she landed her with that toy. Unless the embarrassment was in just winning one with no strings attached.
But a year on here...and he knows. He knows better. But he won't say anything about the matter right now.
For now, he walks and talks with the flower girl in tow. ]
I'm guessing you're still a wildcard for now, huh.
[ Which meant unless he snuck her into the fancy lounge, they'd be catching up down on the ground level like everyone else. ]
[ With her worry put aside, she smiles at him, leaning into the curve of his arm as they move over to the bar. And...
What is it gonna be? Aerith hasn't exactly done this sort of thing all that often, and the fancy sorts of drinks they serve are surely completely out of her usual league...
She tilts her head, perusing the menu... and then offers Reno a helpless look. ]
Umm... what if we asked the bartender for something sweet and pink?
[Reno chuckles, and he can't help it, he has to tease a little]
Then he'll probably say that I already got that right here in my arms,
[He gives her a wink, but then let's go of her to lean over the bar and wave someone over]
A vodka energy for me 'n something sweet 'n pink for the lady, just like herself, [he orders, then directs his attention back at her] Wait you've had alcohol before, right?
[ She watches as he folds the quiche into a napkin, and despite her best efforts, the unsettling curl of concern grows, heating her stomach with a sudden discomfort. She manages to keep her smile in place though, nodding as he suggests that they dance, allowing him to lead her away from the refreshments and to the dance floor. Aerith might not be that much of a dancer, but at the very least it will take her mind off the worry, soβ
She offers him a smile as they step onto the floor, although the expression is broken slightly as that strange, uncertain heat seems to melt into her veins, a shiver rushing through her that won't be seen but perhaps can be felt.
Something's wrongβ
No. It's just the anxiety.
The smile stays on her lips, more forced now than it was before. ] I have to confess I haven't really ever danced much before. You'll guide me, right?
[ Linger the thought does, Aerith's brows creasing in a deeper frown. Why give your son a gift he can't use? When he puts it that way, it seems unnecessarily cruel. Really, she knows nothing of President Shinra other than his legacy, other than what he did to her and her mother, but to think he'd show such coldness even to his own child...
She's quiet for a moment. ]
Was he always like that? [ she asks after a moment, her voice quiet, thoughtful. It must have made his childhood difficult. If the person on the other side of the wall is indeed who she believes it to be... perhaps it explains a few things. ]
[ Aerith's brows lift in clear concern at what Hilda says, even as she takes one of the grapesβpausing as she looks at it, remembering what Rufus said about sweet things in particular.
But this is a fruit, not something more complex like a cupcake or tart, so surely it's okay. Right? She pops it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as her eyes travel to the tattoo on Hilda's wrist, noticing it for the first time thanks to the movement of the other woman's eyes. ]
Get darker... and I'm going to guess that the effects almost always involve feeling the way those aphrodisiacs make you feel, right?
[ She hums. The grape tastes okay, seems okay, so she takes another. ]
At any rate, it seems as if the priority is to make sure you're having sex at least every now and then, I guess. If the money isn't enough the inspire us, then the consequences perhaps will be. I wonder...
[ But that's a thought a little too big for now, and so she shelves it. ]
It must be frustrating. How long have you been here for?
[ The pointed pause before she bites into the grape doesn't escape Hilda's notice but it's a good sign. It means that someone has taught her about the food - at least she hopes that's the case. That would be the better alternative because she'd rather not think about the other scenario in which she could have found out that the food could potentially be another thing to worry about.
Her expression turns wry. ]
That's exactly what it does. [ She huffs. ] Because of course it does.
[ For all of the information that is being delivered to her however, Hilda can't help but note that Aerith is handling it all remarkably well. It was near pragmatic of her, really. ]
Since June. At least I think that's what they call it here. The calendar that they use is different from the one we used in Fodlan so that was also an adjustment that I had to make. [ She pops another grape into her mouth, holding a hand in front of it as she chews and speaks. ] What were you wondering a second ago?
[ If it's reaction he seeks, then he'll be rewarded when his hand finds its way between her legs. She breaks their kiss with a little gasp, her eyes wideningβbut he'll see no distaste or unhappiness on her features. Instead, she follows the soft sound with a shy laugh as pink heats her cheeks, and after a moment she moves, rests her forehead against his as she nods. ]
Um. Yeah. It's more than okay.
[ She lets out a soft breath against his lips, her own quirking into a smile. She wants him to relax too, to enjoy this as much as her, soβ ]
[Eventually, maybe, he might stop feeling like he's doing something bad when they've both agreed to go through this together. Aerith is able to make her own decisions, and Rude is just as responsible for his own, he'll spend time worrying about the consequences of this with the others in the future.
Right now Rude enjoys the way she blushes when he touches her between the legs, kissing her while he explores how warm she feels there. He inhales shakily when she asks him the same question, nodding to consent as his hand sneaks past fabric to tease her directly with his fingers. They run up and down her center, and he's surprised at the wetness though he shouldn't be, tracing slow teasing circles around her clit.]
[ Aerith smiles in response to his words, nodding as she continues to press kisses into his skin, focusing on doing that as she works to rid him of his shirt. She has to sit up after a moment to take it off, though, looking down at his chest as it's revealed, a hand skimming up over the bare skin.
(Her hands, unlike his, are mostly soft, skin firm from garden work but barely callused from her rod, comparatively inexperienced a fighter as she is.) ]
Hmm... why don't you leave your arms by your side for now? No touching. Let me make you feel good first. Do you think you can do that for me?
[ She certainly won't restrain him, as asked, but she can challenge him, right? ]
[ beneath his shirt she'll find his body lean but strong, athletic and sleep, a swimmer's build. his scars are hidden by cloudhymn, but several patches of teal scales shine against his skin, opalescent in the low light, and soft beneath her fingertips, leathery like the smooth skin of a snake.
his skin jumps beneath the passage of her palms, and dan heng hums softly, arching, eager to feel more.
when she gives her gentle command, however, he glances up toward her, puzzled but obedient as he nods. he aches to touch her, but this is about letting go, about allowing her to guide him, so dan heng relents without further question. he lowers his hands, keeping his arms at his sides as she has asked, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth in anticipation. ]
[ In response to his wry comment, Aerith nods, not even a little surprised. She may have been joking, but her joke was borne of her experience here, limited though it may be so far. More than anything else, the people who run this place seem determined to get people in bed with one anotherβand not for the first time in the last day or so, she wonders why.
But her attention is brought quickly back to Tseng as he answers her question; she lets her hand linger for a moment more before drawing it back as she nods. ]
At least there's a benefit to it, [ she smiles. ] If there's anyone who can make good use of information, it's you, so... it sounds like it's kinda worth it in the long run!
[ And to his question, she shakes her head. ]
Nope. Something about too many people checking in at once, and the system being overloaded or something? Apparently it'll take them a few days to let me know. But... honestly, I'm not too worried about it, you know? It's kinda weird as it is, having access to as much money as I do right now...
[ what a curious touchpoint of his relationship with aerith. for so long, tseng had considered himself more or less her jailer, which he was by virtue of his role at shinra; he had assumed that she would hate him for it, and yet more and more it seems that his initial assumption might not have been correct. or, if she had hated him at the beginning, she's grown past it now that she's an adult and not a child fighting against the limits of her little world.
tseng regards her for a long moment, his gaze contemplative, and then nods once as if he's come to some kind of conclusion. ]
It happens once a month, I think, [ he says by way of explanation. ] You'll be assigned a rank and suit soon enough. In the meantime—have you seen the gardens?
[ She can't help but smile at the way he reacts so differently to the mention of both Cloud and Tifaβat his reaction to the Turks and Shinra, though, she finds herself wincing even as she shakes her head to assure him that no, they're not bothering her.
(Would he forgive her, she wonders vaguely, if he knew how far she's had to go?)
...And then she shakes her head again, holding up her hands with a soft laugh. ]
No! No, they've got nothing to do with it. There are people here from all sorts of different places. Different worlds. Worlds without Shinra, without... without anything we know. There's no way that Rufus Shinra holds that sort of power. Besides, I don't think this sort of thing is really what they're trying to do...
[ She laughs, and shakes her head. There's no reason at all for Shinra to trap them in a world demanding sex, is there? ...Then again, is there a reason for anyone to do that? Ever? ]
To be honest... at first, I wondered if it was something we did, but... it still seems too big for any of that, you know?
Worlds without Shinra, huh... what a thought. Can't even imagine it! We can't even get away from them here.
[There's some levity to his voice now though, and he even returns her smile with one of his own. It seems Aerith's reassurances have calmed him down. He's not sure he would've believed the same from anyone else, but if anyone knew about different worlds and magic, well... of course she would.] Something we did? Hmm...I'm glad it's not us. Don't know what that would mean at all. A lot of this looks like somethin' straight outta Wall Market though, I'll say that much!
[He lowers his voice some, trying to be subtle, though he seems a little awkward.] Hey, Aerith, uh... do you... feel anything off about this place? Or anything familiar? I know it's not our Planet, but it's gotta be a Planet, right?
[ There's something deep in the breathy way he speaks, something that coils tight around her. It would be all too easy to fall into it, to let it drag her right into the midst of his pleasure, but she fights it still, biting her lip to silence the sounds that rise to her tongue, flicking her gaze down to avoid the sight of his brows creasing, of his fist pressed hard into the tiled wallβof his eyes, foggy with pleasure but fixed on hers nonetheless.
And despite her best efforts, it's that gaze of his that draws her own back, the fight within her waning as his words gust over her lips, a plea couched in the softness of his words, the curse in an undertone that sends a shudder of delight through her.
She's the one making him talk like that, breathe like that, groan like that. Selfish or not, this moment isβShe's the one giving that to him.
Her. Him. Them.
The heat of breath over her lips is the last straw, the break that comes before she can stop it. Something in her shudders, stops.
Snaps. ]
I won'tβ
[ It's a promise, soft and breathy on her own lips right before they steal forward barely even a whole inch, closing the space between them and pressing to his like soft velvet, even as her hand continues to work over him at that pace she knows he likes. ]
( he doesn't expect it, when she diminishes that barely-there gap between their mouths, when the warm pressure of her brims finds his own, too distracted by the swelling heat that'd been built expertly at the sake of her wrist; too focused on trying to keep himself together when every nerve ending in his body screamed for him to let go. it's the same mind that doesn't have a second to worry that his coming undone in response to such a simple touch was something pathetic, touch starved, needyβbut he does all the same.
that tension that'd coiled between his hips pulses, sends a throb to his cock that swells once, twice, hips rutting a bit raggedly in time, mouth too occupied with the task of familiarizing itself with hersβdespite it hanging almost dumbly in his shockβto warn her before he comes, groaning loud and haggard, a sound that tears the kiss apart but leaves lips to ghost and stumble.
the hot ropes of his come spurt in waves, that unrelenting fistful of her towel tugging as it shoots to string against the fabric, and there's nothing to hide the palpable relief that floods through his system as those crests begin to slow, a gratitude in the form of a pitched, breathy sound when she holds his spent cock in her soft hands, still. )
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[ She hums in response, and then laughs. ]
Well, in the interest of answering properly, I've got panties on too. You kinda have to, if you're wearing a minidress, right? I think if I were gonna choose clothes over again, though, I'd go for something just a little longer. It's not like there's anyone else in here, but I feel like I'm flashing the whole world when I move.
[ Another laugh, Aerith shaking her head as she sips more of her spritzer. Likely, he'll be able to tell from her tone that she's not trying to be deliberately sexy or seductive, just honest and open about her situation.
Smiling, she reaches for the jars. ]
Your turn, now! Do you want something sweet, or something sexy?
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I can imagine.
[ He says, deliberately leaving it to Aerith whether he meant that sympathetically or he's just imagining her in a miniskirt short enough to make her feel like she's showing London and France to a non-existent audience. ]
Let's go with something sexy. That just feels right after you just told me about your outfit of the day. If you can stump me with how spicy it is, I owe you a drink.
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Hehe welcome back
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[ Aerith's brows lift in surprise when the man introduces himself. ]
Mister Aventurine? It's a pleasure. My name is Aerith... but, I'm sorry. Did you say you're a senior manager at the casino? This casino?
[ It doesn't make a lot of sense to her. So far, the people playing the games and the people running them appear to have been kept entirely separate, and... ]
They're making you play the game too?
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at the very least, there's a lighthearted laugh coming from the other side of the partition. he hadn't meant any true harm, really. )
I'm a guest much like you, my friend. But after spending more than enough time in the resort, I guess I just missed having something productive to do with my time.
( which now is a complete lie. the job started as punishment for dying, and then he just stayed for the information. the casino is the heart of the resort, after all. )
But the answer is yes, nonetheless. Not even when you work for the House does it exempt you from their games. They're quite demanding.
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[ Despite the fact that he can't see, she shakes her head. Sure, sitting in this room in soaked clothes for the next 30 minutes won't be the most comfortable thing she's ever endured, but it also truthfully won't be the worst, so... ]
It's nice to meet you too, Neuvillette. I've never heard a name like yours before, but it's beautiful.
[ And then, after a moment, she ventures: ]
If I can ask, why do you think that was your gift? I mean, for me... I wear a ribbon in my hair most of the time, so having one chasing me around is kinda... a bit weird, sure, but it also makes a weird kind of sense, you know?
Thank you for moving us!
( an easy question to answer truthfully, though a little harder to sidestep the root of the explanation. a little sheepish: )
I've always liked water. ( understatement. ) Perhaps the resort felt the need to ensure that I would never go without, even though there are plenty of places here where I can indulge without it inconveniencing others.
( his shower, the crane's respite, the simulated rain in the valeβ¦. )
all good! also sorry for the delay! I've been sick and then work was a bear
oh no, i hope you're feeling better now!
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[ Maybe she doesn't have to be sorry, but that doesn't mean she isn't. Her smile is gentle and kind even as he sighs, and when he huffs and teases, she finds herself laughing.
A familiar type, at the very least.
Her smile brightens, eyes crinkling, and she shakes her head. ]
Well, it's nice to re-meet you, Ragna. But really.. we haven't just met, right? Weren't we friends before? I dunno about you, but I try to trust my own judgement~. And if we were friends, then that's a judgement I made, you know? Even if I don't remember it.
[ He doesn't seem too opposed to her having started plucking the bills from his hair, so she continues doing so, removing the last few strays sticking up from the spikes and then handing them back over to him. ]
So~... Seeing as you just won the jackpot, why don't you treat me to a drink, Ragna? And maybe we can talk about how we knew each other last time I was here.
[ Will it surprise him, how unfazed she is that others have memories of her she doesn't share? ]
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[ Aerith's question posed to him would have been a little more bittersweet if he'd known her for much longer. But in all truths...she came and went. But the impact she left, especially the first time, was still something that he thinks fondly back on. Sure, it may have ended with her staking her claim in another rabbit during an early hunt, but the gesture towards him as a fellow new player was something that had a lasting effect on him.
Something that perhaps this Aerith should know something about. Thankfully, after she's finished fussing away with a couple more bills before she hands them back to him, he cocks his head at her when he accepts the fake money between his fingers. ]
You know what? Sure, why not? Drinks are on me.
[ She was so friendly every time they met, yet in every instance, it was still the Grim Reaper minding and respecting her own space. He doesn't do anything so bold as to suddenly slip an arm around her waist or throw an arm over her shoulders. Only closing the rest of that space between them and giving her a gentle pat on her shoulder as he remains close by her side. Whether that money that he was showered in was real or not, Ragna decides to unceremoniously shove it into his pocket for now as he leads her away from the game area, and off towards a more comfortable lounging space where one can order drinks and even snacks.
There was another locale that they could swing by if they were looking for some privacy. It depends on her own rank; but then...she just arrived again. It also depends on what the House was asking of her now that she landed her with that toy. Unless the embarrassment was in just winning one with no strings attached.
But a year on here...and he knows. He knows better. But he won't say anything about the matter right now.
For now, he walks and talks with the flower girl in tow. ]
I'm guessing you're still a wildcard for now, huh.
[ Which meant unless he snuck her into the fancy lounge, they'd be catching up down on the ground level like everyone else. ]
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[ With her worry put aside, she smiles at him, leaning into the curve of his arm as they move over to the bar. And...
What is it gonna be? Aerith hasn't exactly done this sort of thing all that often, and the fancy sorts of drinks they serve are surely completely out of her usual league...
She tilts her head, perusing the menu... and then offers Reno a helpless look. ]
Umm... what if we asked the bartender for something sweet and pink?
thank you!
Then he'll probably say that I already got that right here in my arms,
[He gives her a wink, but then let's go of her to lean over the bar and wave someone over]
A vodka energy for me 'n something sweet 'n pink for the lady, just like herself,
[he orders, then directs his attention back at her]
Wait you've had alcohol before, right?
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[ She watches as he folds the quiche into a napkin, and despite her best efforts, the unsettling curl of concern grows, heating her stomach with a sudden discomfort. She manages to keep her smile in place though, nodding as he suggests that they dance, allowing him to lead her away from the refreshments and to the dance floor. Aerith might not be that much of a dancer, but at the very least it will take her mind off the worry, soβ
She offers him a smile as they step onto the floor, although the expression is broken slightly as that strange, uncertain heat seems to melt into her veins, a shiver rushing through her that won't be seen but perhaps can be felt.
Something's wrongβ
No. It's just the anxiety.
The smile stays on her lips, more forced now than it was before. ] I have to confess I haven't really ever danced much before. You'll guide me, right?
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[ Linger the thought does, Aerith's brows creasing in a deeper frown. Why give your son a gift he can't use? When he puts it that way, it seems unnecessarily cruel. Really, she knows nothing of President Shinra other than his legacy, other than what he did to her and her mother, but to think he'd show such coldness even to his own child...
She's quiet for a moment. ]
Was he always like that? [ she asks after a moment, her voice quiet, thoughtful. It must have made his childhood difficult. If the person on the other side of the wall is indeed who she believes it to be... perhaps it explains a few things. ]
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[He chuckles a little, bone-dry, under his breath.]
Generous to a fault? Oh, yes.
[#sarcasm]
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[ Aerith's brows lift in clear concern at what Hilda says, even as she takes one of the grapesβpausing as she looks at it, remembering what Rufus said about sweet things in particular.
But this is a fruit, not something more complex like a cupcake or tart, so surely it's okay. Right? She pops it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as her eyes travel to the tattoo on Hilda's wrist, noticing it for the first time thanks to the movement of the other woman's eyes. ]
Get darker... and I'm going to guess that the effects almost always involve feeling the way those aphrodisiacs make you feel, right?
[ She hums. The grape tastes okay, seems okay, so she takes another. ]
At any rate, it seems as if the priority is to make sure you're having sex at least every now and then, I guess. If the money isn't enough the inspire us, then the consequences perhaps will be. I wonder...
[ But that's a thought a little too big for now, and so she shelves it. ]
It must be frustrating. How long have you been here for?
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Her expression turns wry. ]
That's exactly what it does. [ She huffs. ] Because of course it does.
[ For all of the information that is being delivered to her however, Hilda can't help but note that Aerith is handling it all remarkably well. It was near pragmatic of her, really. ]
Since June. At least I think that's what they call it here. The calendar that they use is different from the one we used in Fodlan so that was also an adjustment that I had to make. [ She pops another grape into her mouth, holding a hand in front of it as she chews and speaks. ] What were you wondering a second ago?
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I LOST THIS IN MY INBOX I'M SORRY!!
that's okay! I'm on hiatus for April, hence my slow β₯
don't worry about the slow, lovely! if you wanna wrap soon or keep going i'm good both ways
β₯ I mean, why wrap soon when you've given such a lovely opening for something~
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@goons
[ If it's reaction he seeks, then he'll be rewarded when his hand finds its way between her legs. She breaks their kiss with a little gasp, her eyes wideningβbut he'll see no distaste or unhappiness on her features. Instead, she follows the soft sound with a shy laugh as pink heats her cheeks, and after a moment she moves, rests her forehead against his as she nods. ]
Um. Yeah. It's more than okay.
[ She lets out a soft breath against his lips, her own quirking into a smile. She wants him to relax too, to enjoy this as much as her, soβ ]
Can I touch you too, Rude?
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Right now Rude enjoys the way she blushes when he touches her between the legs, kissing her while he explores how warm she feels there. He inhales shakily when she asks him the same question, nodding to consent as his hand sneaks past fabric to tease her directly with his fingers. They run up and down her center, and he's surprised at the wetness though he shouldn't be, tracing slow teasing circles around her clit.]
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[ Aerith smiles in response to his words, nodding as she continues to press kisses into his skin, focusing on doing that as she works to rid him of his shirt. She has to sit up after a moment to take it off, though, looking down at his chest as it's revealed, a hand skimming up over the bare skin.
(Her hands, unlike his, are mostly soft, skin firm from garden work but barely callused from her rod, comparatively inexperienced a fighter as she is.) ]
Hmm... why don't you leave your arms by your side for now? No touching. Let me make you feel good first. Do you think you can do that for me?
[ She certainly won't restrain him, as asked, but she can challenge him, right? ]
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his skin jumps beneath the passage of her palms, and dan heng hums softly, arching, eager to feel more.
when she gives her gentle command, however, he glances up toward her, puzzled but obedient as he nods. he aches to touch her, but this is about letting go, about allowing her to guide him, so dan heng relents without further question. he lowers his hands, keeping his arms at his sides as she has asked, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth in anticipation. ]
Yes.. I can do that.
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[ In response to his wry comment, Aerith nods, not even a little surprised. She may have been joking, but her joke was borne of her experience here, limited though it may be so far. More than anything else, the people who run this place seem determined to get people in bed with one anotherβand not for the first time in the last day or so, she wonders why.
But her attention is brought quickly back to Tseng as he answers her question; she lets her hand linger for a moment more before drawing it back as she nods. ]
At least there's a benefit to it, [ she smiles. ] If there's anyone who can make good use of information, it's you, so... it sounds like it's kinda worth it in the long run!
[ And to his question, she shakes her head. ]
Nope. Something about too many people checking in at once, and the system being overloaded or something? Apparently it'll take them a few days to let me know. But... honestly, I'm not too worried about it, you know? It's kinda weird as it is, having access to as much money as I do right now...
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[ what a curious touchpoint of his relationship with aerith. for so long, tseng had considered himself more or less her jailer, which he was by virtue of his role at shinra; he had assumed that she would hate him for it, and yet more and more it seems that his initial assumption might not have been correct. or, if she had hated him at the beginning, she's grown past it now that she's an adult and not a child fighting against the limits of her little world.
tseng regards her for a long moment, his gaze contemplative, and then nods once as if he's come to some kind of conclusion. ]
It happens once a month, I think, [ he says by way of explanation. ] You'll be assigned a rank and suit soon enough. In the meantime—have you seen the gardens?
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@ecocentric
[ She can't help but smile at the way he reacts so differently to the mention of both Cloud and Tifaβat his reaction to the Turks and Shinra, though, she finds herself wincing even as she shakes her head to assure him that no, they're not bothering her.
(Would he forgive her, she wonders vaguely, if he knew how far she's had to go?)
...And then she shakes her head again, holding up her hands with a soft laugh. ]
No! No, they've got nothing to do with it. There are people here from all sorts of different places. Different worlds. Worlds without Shinra, without... without anything we know. There's no way that Rufus Shinra holds that sort of power. Besides, I don't think this sort of thing is really what they're trying to do...
[ She laughs, and shakes her head. There's no reason at all for Shinra to trap them in a world demanding sex, is there? ...Then again, is there a reason for anyone to do that? Ever? ]
To be honest... at first, I wondered if it was something we did, but... it still seems too big for any of that, you know?
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[There's some levity to his voice now though, and he even returns her smile with one of his own. It seems Aerith's reassurances have calmed him down. He's not sure he would've believed the same from anyone else, but if anyone knew about different worlds and magic, well... of course she would.] Something we did? Hmm...I'm glad it's not us. Don't know what that would mean at all. A lot of this looks like somethin' straight outta Wall Market though, I'll say that much!
[He lowers his voice some, trying to be subtle, though he seems a little awkward.] Hey, Aerith, uh... do you... feel anything off about this place? Or anything familiar? I know it's not our Planet, but it's gotta be a Planet, right?
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[ There's something deep in the breathy way he speaks, something that coils tight around her. It would be all too easy to fall into it, to let it drag her right into the midst of his pleasure, but she fights it still, biting her lip to silence the sounds that rise to her tongue, flicking her gaze down to avoid the sight of his brows creasing, of his fist pressed hard into the tiled wallβof his eyes, foggy with pleasure but fixed on hers nonetheless.
And despite her best efforts, it's that gaze of his that draws her own back, the fight within her waning as his words gust over her lips, a plea couched in the softness of his words, the curse in an undertone that sends a shudder of delight through her.
She's the one making him talk like that, breathe like that, groan like that. Selfish or not, this moment isβShe's the one giving that to him.
Her. Him. Them.
The heat of breath over her lips is the last straw, the break that comes before she can stop it. Something in her shudders, stops.
Snaps. ]
I won'tβ
[ It's a promise, soft and breathy on her own lips right before they steal forward barely even a whole inch, closing the space between them and pressing to his like soft velvet, even as her hand continues to work over him at that pace she knows he likes. ]
cloud breaks by being kissed pass it around
that tension that'd coiled between his hips pulses, sends a throb to his cock that swells once, twice, hips rutting a bit raggedly in time, mouth too occupied with the task of familiarizing itself with hersβdespite it hanging almost dumbly in his shockβto warn her before he comes, groaning loud and haggard, a sound that tears the kiss apart but leaves lips to ghost and stumble.
the hot ropes of his come spurt in waves, that unrelenting fistful of her towel tugging as it shoots to string against the fabric, and there's nothing to hide the palpable relief that floods through his system as those crests begin to slow, a gratitude in the form of a pitched, breathy sound when she holds his spent cock in her soft hands, still. )
I mean when it's aerith kissing him, can we blame him?
absolutely not
knew it!
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