[ 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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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. ]