[ they're both aware that most likely a single orgasm is all it'll take to free them, but if aerith isn't going to call attention to that fact then neither is tseng. if nothing else, this place is an opportunity to explore, isn't it? tastes and desires that might have been left completely unknown if not for the facts of this place.

even if their lives in midgar might never have intersected in this way, in this new, different context... well, tseng doesn't mind reframing things between them a little. ]

All right. [ he pauses briefly, then reaches out to draw his fingertips gently along the edge of her jaw, all the way back to her ear, where he tucks a strand of hair back out of her face. ] But if you change your mind, or you want something different—or more, or less—all you need to do is say so.

[ tseng smiles then, just briefly, but the expression is genuine. ]

Do you like kissing, Aerith?