[ Despite their situation being something to which she's still becoming accustomed, Aerith finds an amused smile on her own lips when Tseng holds up the options for her clothing. She's not cruel enough to take his shirt from him, which leaves the robe; even at a quick glance, she can see that it doesn't leave a whole lot to the imagination, although it's better than the one she woke up in on that first day here. And it's definitely better than that itchy dress, too.
Despite her decision, though, she can't help but tease him, her voice light: ]
You're placing a lot of trust in my goodwill you know, Tseng. What if I chose your shirt and made you walk around without one, huh? I'd probably be doing some people a favor, right?
[ She laughs, though, and reaches for the robe once he's close enough, slipping it around her shoulders and fastening it.
Thankfully, it's significantly more comfortable than the dress. ]
I think I might go shopping after we've looked at the gardens, [ she tells him with a shake of her head, and her eagerness for the events to come has her moving over to the door of her own accord, fingers closing around the handle, andβ
nothing.
Her nose wrinkles, and she glances back at him, smile almost apologetic. ]
[ finally, some of tseng's tightly-held composure breaks, enough for him to give aerith a look—or at least as much of a look as tseng ever gives, one eyebrow lifted skeptically as he hands the robe over. ]
Do you think I'd offer my shirt if I had a problem walking around without one?
[ she may not hate him, but surely neither of them is about to argue that tseng is the altruistic sort! he wouldn't have made the offer if he had an issue with her accepting—although it is probably best for all of them that she chooses the robe instead. retrospectively, tseng's not sure what it would do to him to see her walking around in little more than his dress shirt.
so he puts his own shirt back on and is halfway to the door in aerith's wake when he hears the tell-tale rattle of a locked handle and looks up to meet her apologetic gaze. ]
It would have been too easy, otherwise.
[ and this place is hardly known for being easy. tseng sighs, ceases his efforts to button up the rest of his shirt, and turns halfway back to the bed where their clothes and the contents of their hangover kit are still strewn about. then he glances back at aerith, looking... a little apologetic too, in his own way. ]
Assuming my... assumption is correct, [ tseng says, ] how would you be most comfortable going about this?
[ The Look is met with a soft, amused laugh, as Aerith only just manages to bite back a smart comment suggesting he just give her the shirt after all, thenβnot that it matters in the wake of the discovery she makes next, as Tseng entirely abandons his efforts to button up his shirt and half-turns back to the bed. ]
It would have, [ she agrees, and even as he asks her how she'd feel most comfortable, she's making her way back over the plush carpet to the bed, taking a seat at its edge.
She hums; when she looks up at him, it's with a thoughtful smile, although there's something almost playful etched into its edgesβif she has any concerns at all, they're hidden under her expression, under the need to be pragmatic about their situation. ]
Well, I think you're right that that toy in the bag did suit me, but that can't be much fun for you, right? If we're gonna do this, it's only fair that we both enjoy ourselves...
[ The problem with that is that her sexual experience remains somewhat limited; it's hard to express what she's comfortable with when she doesn't entirely know herself. So she pats the edge of the bed next to her, a tilt of her head matching that smile. ]
So... let's both enjoy ourselves, okay? I trust you, Tseng.
[ aerith sits at the edge of the bed; tseng comes around it to stand in front of her, studying her expression. there's no distress in it that he can see, no apprehension, but aerith has always been good at hiding her worries under layers of good cheer, so tseng isn't sure he would know if she was feeling any kind of way about their circumstances. ]
I think, [ tseng says slowly, ] that you may be underestimating how enjoyable it is for me to make my partners feel pleasure.
[ of course they'd never have had cause to talk about this back in midgar—tseng would sooner die than discuss his sexual tastes with the woman to whom he'd been assigned keeper by the company, and he didn't think that aerith would much care to hear them regardless. it's a little odd to be having this conversation now, but at least in the context of this place it's reasonable that they do.
so, tseng steels himself a little and admits, ] It doesn't have to be all we do, but... I would like to use it on you, if that's all right.
[ maybe that and his fingers. maybe that and his cock, if she's in the mood, although tseng isn't going to be the one to suggest that aloud. either way, making her feel good is genuinely enjoyable for tseng too, and the prospect of using a toy on aerith until she comes is... honestly, enough to have him a little hot under the collar. ]
[ Aerith's head tilts, and she feels a warmth heat her cheeks as she hums, understanding and curious alike. There's no doubt she's underestimating him as he says, although to be fair, before now she's never really considered how he might be as a lover.
(And it's not that she wouldn't have cared, just that... well. Was that space ever afforded to either of them?)
With that consideration now directly in front of her, thoughβwell, she's not entirely sure it's surprising to her. If asked why, there's no way she could explain herself, and yet... something about it makes sense with the Tseng she knows and has grown over the years to care for, in some strange, abstract way.
She doesn't say any of that, though. Instead, she nods, offers him a smile with a little quirk of her lips. ]
That's all right by me, [ she agrees. And then, before she can chicken out, she continues on: ] I... do think though that I'd like it not to be all we do.
[ Never mind that it's probably all they need to make the door openβher curiosity is awakened now, along with a stubborn desire to offer him as much pleasure as he would offer her. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Aerith smiles when his fingers touch her jaw; she finds her head tilting gently into the touch as her eyes close, only opening again once he tucks that stray hair behind her ear.
The space between them is so different just by virtue of them being in a place far away from home, a place where neither of them holds the responsibilities and burdens that usually dictate their interactions. It's nice, more than nice, to see a smile stretch across Tseng's lips, no matter how brief. And the gentleness in his touch is something she couldn't ever have imagined.
To his question, she offers him a quick, sweet smile of her own before she darts her face just that little bit closer to his. ]
I do, [ she confesses, and her voice is almost a whisperβconspiratorial, as if this is a secret for his ears alone. ] I like it a lot. Do you, Tseng?
[ it's an idle thought that crosses tseng's mind as aerith meets his eyes and smiles back: how different is he now, to the tseng aerith knew back home? so many months in this place have surely left their mark on his behavior, whether or not he's cognizant of the change. does he seem gentler at all, kinder? or does she still regard him as the same severe disciplinarian who had been assigned her keeper at only fifteen?
that's something to think about later, though. aerith leans up to bring their faces closer, but doesn't close the distance between them, and tseng too chooses to hold back. it's almost teasing, how they can feel the warmth of each other's breathing. ]
I do, too, [ tseng says, as though telling her a secret in return. ] Very much.
[ slowly, although more playful than cautious, tseng leans forward too until his nose brushes against aerith's, until their lips are so close that speaking a single word would be enough to make them touch. and then he stops, scant millimeters away from her, daring aerith to be the one to make that first concrete move. ]
[ The differences between here-Tseng and home-Tseng... it's something she hasn't really started to think about, and likely won't for a while.
When she does, though, perhaps the first thing that comes to mind will be the confession that he likes to kiss... or perhaps the almost-playful way he leans in close to her, their noses brushing together, their lips so close that she can practically taste him already.
It's different, but there's nothing in her that's complaining. ]
Good, [ she whispers, and the word on its own is enough to brush their mouths together just briefly, a tease against his mouth before she takes the dare he offers, leaning in just that hair's breadth further and letting their mouths collide.
Her lips are warm against his, and her breath flutters in the first moment as she sighs, the shape of her mouth adjusting into his, eyes closing as one of her hands lifts, threading through his long hair, fingertips dancing across his scalp as she hums into his mouth. ]
[ in a way, it had been a test: would aerith be hesitant about kissing him, or would she approach it with confidence? neither would be bad, but if she were more cautious tseng might be cautious too, moving slowly, easing her into the experience. instead, though, she brushes her lips teasingly against his and then presses their mouths together without any kind of uncertainty; her hands come up to thread in tseng's hair, and that as much as anything is what gives tseng permission to move in turn.
he wraps his arms around aerith's waist and tilts his head just a little to seal their mouths together more fully. he does like kissing, and it's obvious in the thorough, enthusiastic way he approaches it, his lips coaxing hers to part so their tongues can touch, sliding together between their joined mouths. she tastes good, almost sweet—a little like champagne—and tseng makes a quiet, pleased sound as the kiss deepens further.
for the moment, he does nothing else. even though his body is pressed fully to hers; even though aerith can likely feel the way he's starting to get hard; even though his hands do slowly drift down to her ass, tseng resists the temptation to pick her up and press her back into the mattress. he's making no secret of his attraction, but he does want to let aerith be the one to guide their pace for now. ]
[ Perhaps, two days ago, Aerith would have been more cautious. After all, two days ago she was significantly newer to this kind of thing than she is nowβrealistically, she's still pretty new, and more than likely she has a lot of catching up to do if she's ever going to be on Tseng's level. But she trusts him, and she trusts the experiences she's had thus far, and with that in mind she feels like there's nothing to worry about.
It's easy, then, to melt into their kiss, to tilt her own head in response, to part her lips and let her tongue brush up against his, answering the quiet noise he makes with one of her own, offering her own sweet sounds for him to echo should he choose.
With one of her hands threading through his hair, fingers brushing light against his scalp, the other comes to rest against his chest, and he'll feel that hand tremble a little as his hands cup around her ass, a smile tugging at her lips even in the midst of their kiss. She can feel him wanting, and so it's without any hesitation that she moves, a silent offer to his question of pace, a teasing movement of her hips against him, another soft sound to fall between their mouths. ]
[ that's one thing about aerith that has always been true: she's headstrong, not the type to let uncertainty get the best of her just because a situation is new. and probably not that new, either, judging by the way she opens up to tseng's kiss, how her hands come up to thread through his hair. maybe it's illogical, but it does put tseng at ease to think that he won't be the one introducing aerith to sex for the first time.
she presses closer, her hips rocking forward to meet his, and that gives tseng all the instruction he needs for the moment. he breaks their kiss with a slight smile and leans down enough to pick aerith up by the backs of her thighs and carry her onto the bed again. she's still wearing the robe, but it's loosely tied enough that by the time tseng stretches out atop her to kiss again, it's parted nearly all the way up her thigh.
and tseng, well—he makes use of that. his one hand drops to her knee, then skims slowly up her leg, fingers moving softly over skin as he coaxes her knee up, hitching it against his hip so that their bodies can press more closely together. it means, too, that when tseng rocks his hips more purposefully to meet hers, there's less in the way between them, allowing them both that sweet friction of proximity. ]
[ The answer she offers when he hoists her onto the bed is to reach for him, pulling him all too willingly closer even as he stretches out atop her. Her hands travel to his shirt, partially buttoned, and as his mouth finds hers once more, she chuckles against it, nips her teeth against his lower lip as she starts to open the buttons he wasted his time doing up. ]
Should've checked the door before starting this, you know?
[ Not that she's really complaining. There's something about getting to strip him herself that she quite likes, even if she can't put her finger on it just yet.
Something else she likes is the way his fingers brush over her skin, the way he moves her knee to give them more closeness. She rests it against his hip for just a moment before she hooks her own leg up a little, curling it over his hip instead, using the angle to pull him in a little closer when he rocks his hips down against hers, sighing a soft moan of pleasure into his mouth. ]
[ that earns a low, amused exhalation against aerith's mouth a moment before tseng pulls back from another kiss to say, ]
What, and deny you the enjoyment of doing it for me?
[ he doesn't mean it seriously, of course, although he also doesn't think that aerith is genuinely objecting to having to undress him. if she were, after all, she could just let him do it himself. mostly, tseng is just enjoying the lightness of the mood between them, leaning into it enough to allow himself to tease her a little as they slowly strip each other down.
as aerith's thigh hooks over his hip to guide him down more fully against her, tseng's hand continues its path up her leg to her hip, then along her side, parting the fabric of the robe as it goes. when he reaches her waist, tseng pauses long enough to untie the strip of fabric fastening it together, then eases it back from aerith's body entirely, laying her waist and one of her breasts bare for him—first for his questing hand, which cups her chest and thumbs over her nipple to tease it—and then for his mouth, as he lowers his head to kiss his way down over her chest. ]
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Despite her decision, though, she can't help but tease him, her voice light: ]
You're placing a lot of trust in my goodwill you know, Tseng. What if I chose your shirt and made you walk around without one, huh? I'd probably be doing some people a favor, right?
[ She laughs, though, and reaches for the robe once he's close enough, slipping it around her shoulders and fastening it.
Thankfully, it's significantly more comfortable than the dress. ]
I think I might go shopping after we've looked at the gardens, [ she tells him with a shake of her head, and her eagerness for the events to come has her moving over to the door of her own accord, fingers closing around the handle, andβ
nothing.
Her nose wrinkles, and she glances back at him, smile almost apologetic. ]
Remember the "if" part of the whole plan?
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Do you think I'd offer my shirt if I had a problem walking around without one?
[ she may not hate him, but surely neither of them is about to argue that tseng is the altruistic sort! he wouldn't have made the offer if he had an issue with her accepting—although it is probably best for all of them that she chooses the robe instead. retrospectively, tseng's not sure what it would do to him to see her walking around in little more than his dress shirt.
so he puts his own shirt back on and is halfway to the door in aerith's wake when he hears the tell-tale rattle of a locked handle and looks up to meet her apologetic gaze. ]
It would have been too easy, otherwise.
[ and this place is hardly known for being easy. tseng sighs, ceases his efforts to button up the rest of his shirt, and turns halfway back to the bed where their clothes and the contents of their hangover kit are still strewn about. then he glances back at aerith, looking... a little apologetic too, in his own way. ]
Assuming my... assumption is correct, [ tseng says, ] how would you be most comfortable going about this?
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It would have, [ she agrees, and even as he asks her how she'd feel most comfortable, she's making her way back over the plush carpet to the bed, taking a seat at its edge.
She hums; when she looks up at him, it's with a thoughtful smile, although there's something almost playful etched into its edgesβif she has any concerns at all, they're hidden under her expression, under the need to be pragmatic about their situation. ]
Well, I think you're right that that toy in the bag did suit me, but that can't be much fun for you, right? If we're gonna do this, it's only fair that we both enjoy ourselves...
[ The problem with that is that her sexual experience remains somewhat limited; it's hard to express what she's comfortable with when she doesn't entirely know herself. So she pats the edge of the bed next to her, a tilt of her head matching that smile. ]
So... let's both enjoy ourselves, okay? I trust you, Tseng.
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I think, [ tseng says slowly, ] that you may be underestimating how enjoyable it is for me to make my partners feel pleasure.
[ of course they'd never have had cause to talk about this back in midgar—tseng would sooner die than discuss his sexual tastes with the woman to whom he'd been assigned keeper by the company, and he didn't think that aerith would much care to hear them regardless. it's a little odd to be having this conversation now, but at least in the context of this place it's reasonable that they do.
so, tseng steels himself a little and admits, ] It doesn't have to be all we do, but... I would like to use it on you, if that's all right.
[ maybe that and his fingers. maybe that and his cock, if she's in the mood, although tseng isn't going to be the one to suggest that aloud. either way, making her feel good is genuinely enjoyable for tseng too, and the prospect of using a toy on aerith until she comes is... honestly, enough to have him a little hot under the collar. ]
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(And it's not that she wouldn't have cared, just that... well. Was that space ever afforded to either of them?)
With that consideration now directly in front of her, thoughβwell, she's not entirely sure it's surprising to her. If asked why, there's no way she could explain herself, and yet... something about it makes sense with the Tseng she knows and has grown over the years to care for, in some strange, abstract way.
She doesn't say any of that, though. Instead, she nods, offers him a smile with a little quirk of her lips. ]
That's all right by me, [ she agrees. And then, before she can chicken out, she continues on: ] I... do think though that I'd like it not to be all we do.
[ Never mind that it's probably all they need to make the door openβher curiosity is awakened now, along with a stubborn desire to offer him as much pleasure as he would offer her. ]
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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?
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The space between them is so different just by virtue of them being in a place far away from home, a place where neither of them holds the responsibilities and burdens that usually dictate their interactions. It's nice, more than nice, to see a smile stretch across Tseng's lips, no matter how brief. And the gentleness in his touch is something she couldn't ever have imagined.
To his question, she offers him a quick, sweet smile of her own before she darts her face just that little bit closer to his. ]
I do, [ she confesses, and her voice is almost a whisperβconspiratorial, as if this is a secret for his ears alone. ] I like it a lot. Do you, Tseng?
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that's something to think about later, though. aerith leans up to bring their faces closer, but doesn't close the distance between them, and tseng too chooses to hold back. it's almost teasing, how they can feel the warmth of each other's breathing. ]
I do, too, [ tseng says, as though telling her a secret in return. ] Very much.
[ slowly, although more playful than cautious, tseng leans forward too until his nose brushes against aerith's, until their lips are so close that speaking a single word would be enough to make them touch. and then he stops, scant millimeters away from her, daring aerith to be the one to make that first concrete move. ]
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When she does, though, perhaps the first thing that comes to mind will be the confession that he likes to kiss... or perhaps the almost-playful way he leans in close to her, their noses brushing together, their lips so close that she can practically taste him already.
It's different, but there's nothing in her that's complaining. ]
Good, [ she whispers, and the word on its own is enough to brush their mouths together just briefly, a tease against his mouth before she takes the dare he offers, leaning in just that hair's breadth further and letting their mouths collide.
Her lips are warm against his, and her breath flutters in the first moment as she sighs, the shape of her mouth adjusting into his, eyes closing as one of her hands lifts, threading through his long hair, fingertips dancing across his scalp as she hums into his mouth. ]
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he wraps his arms around aerith's waist and tilts his head just a little to seal their mouths together more fully. he does like kissing, and it's obvious in the thorough, enthusiastic way he approaches it, his lips coaxing hers to part so their tongues can touch, sliding together between their joined mouths. she tastes good, almost sweet—a little like champagne—and tseng makes a quiet, pleased sound as the kiss deepens further.
for the moment, he does nothing else. even though his body is pressed fully to hers; even though aerith can likely feel the way he's starting to get hard; even though his hands do slowly drift down to her ass, tseng resists the temptation to pick her up and press her back into the mattress. he's making no secret of his attraction, but he does want to let aerith be the one to guide their pace for now. ]
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It's easy, then, to melt into their kiss, to tilt her own head in response, to part her lips and let her tongue brush up against his, answering the quiet noise he makes with one of her own, offering her own sweet sounds for him to echo should he choose.
With one of her hands threading through his hair, fingers brushing light against his scalp, the other comes to rest against his chest, and he'll feel that hand tremble a little as his hands cup around her ass, a smile tugging at her lips even in the midst of their kiss. She can feel him wanting, and so it's without any hesitation that she moves, a silent offer to his question of pace, a teasing movement of her hips against him, another soft sound to fall between their mouths. ]
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she presses closer, her hips rocking forward to meet his, and that gives tseng all the instruction he needs for the moment. he breaks their kiss with a slight smile and leans down enough to pick aerith up by the backs of her thighs and carry her onto the bed again. she's still wearing the robe, but it's loosely tied enough that by the time tseng stretches out atop her to kiss again, it's parted nearly all the way up her thigh.
and tseng, well—he makes use of that. his one hand drops to her knee, then skims slowly up her leg, fingers moving softly over skin as he coaxes her knee up, hitching it against his hip so that their bodies can press more closely together. it means, too, that when tseng rocks his hips more purposefully to meet hers, there's less in the way between them, allowing them both that sweet friction of proximity. ]
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Should've checked the door before starting this, you know?
[ Not that she's really complaining. There's something about getting to strip him herself that she quite likes, even if she can't put her finger on it just yet.
Something else she likes is the way his fingers brush over her skin, the way he moves her knee to give them more closeness. She rests it against his hip for just a moment before she hooks her own leg up a little, curling it over his hip instead, using the angle to pull him in a little closer when he rocks his hips down against hers, sighing a soft moan of pleasure into his mouth. ]
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What, and deny you the enjoyment of doing it for me?
[ he doesn't mean it seriously, of course, although he also doesn't think that aerith is genuinely objecting to having to undress him. if she were, after all, she could just let him do it himself. mostly, tseng is just enjoying the lightness of the mood between them, leaning into it enough to allow himself to tease her a little as they slowly strip each other down.
as aerith's thigh hooks over his hip to guide him down more fully against her, tseng's hand continues its path up her leg to her hip, then along her side, parting the fabric of the robe as it goes. when he reaches her waist, tseng pauses long enough to untie the strip of fabric fastening it together, then eases it back from aerith's body entirely, laying her waist and one of her breasts bare for him—first for his questing hand, which cups her chest and thumbs over her nipple to tease it—and then for his mouth, as he lowers his head to kiss his way down over her chest. ]