[ A soft sound, as sweet with surprise as it is molten with desire, leaves Aerith's lips when Cloud comes without warning, her flimsy towel all but ruined between his strong hold on the fabric and the ropes of semen that string across it. The breath that follows is a little ragged, the desire between her legs only stronger now that she's heard him groan like that somewhere outside of her own dreams. But still, she forces herself into silence, reminds herself that this is to help him, that it's not about her own wants and never has been.
He needed her like this. That's all there is to it.
Trembling fingers release Cloud's spent cock, her free hand lifting to stroke gentle fingers along his cheek as her breath whispers against his mouth, kiss broken but hovering, the temptationβto sate her lips on his once moreβall too strong.
She swallows hard. ]
Did that help, Cloud? Are you feeling better? [ she asksβtries to keep it togetherβhating the way her voice pitches and trembles as she does. All she can think about now is how easy it would be to lean back against the tiles, to let the towel pool to her feet, to offer herselfβ
(How foolish a desire to hold now, when he's only just sated his pleasure...) ]
( slowly, slowly he begins to come back to his senses, the need that'd left muscles within his back and breaths taut with tension seemingly drained, like she'd practically milked it out of him. his mind feels like it's on the fritz, edges humming something akin to static, a tire that wasn't physical so much as it was one hanging heavy on the soul, but the more he comes back to himself the more aware of her he becomes. how she lingers up against him still, how her mouth sits close enough that he could take it, if he wanted to.
...but does she want him to? )
Yeah... Iβ ... thanks. ( is he supposed to be thanking her? it feels ridiculous. she'd said it herself; she'd wanted him to enjoy it, that it was to help him, but her voice and fingers are trembling. she'd already went out on a limb to bring him down, it wouldn't be right of him to expect her to continue putting herself out there, but this isn't exactly normal circumstances. she hadn't sought him out intentionally, and he wasn't really himself. at least, not totally. )
Aerith... ( a thick swallow, fistful of that towel loosening if only to glide palm further to find the bottom hem of the layer, the only thing keeping her from him. he doesn't slip beneath it, not entirely, just a few digits that begin to graze up against her thigh, but stopβmako-glow of his hues still strong with hers. ) Can I? ( he can't be sure what he's asking. there was nothing about this that said it was an exchange, that she desired for it to be, but now she's the one wanting, the one needing, body calling to his like a beacon.
maybe she doesn't want him to be the one that fixes it, which is why he offers her pause to decline, to shuffle out of that shower and away from him before this was taken any further, but seeing those big, glassy eyes of hers and cheeks rosy for reasons entirely different than the norm... he can't say he wants her to leave. for this to end here. )
[ Cloud confirms he feels better, and Aerith lets out a sighβAnd her suit has no reason at all to be active, yet she's sure she can feel its pull, a whisper in the back of her mind, a demand that aches to be voicedβIf you're grateful, show meβa demand she brushes off with frustrated anger, because that's not who she is, that's not who she wants to be. Instead, she offers him a small smile, something gentle even as it trembles on her lips, something she hopes is comforting. ]
G-good, Iβ
[ But he's speaking her name, his fingers grazing as if to slip under the towel, and her breath catches, words lost to the steady fall of the shower water.
And then, before she can even recover from that, he's asking her permission, and Aerithβ ]
Yeah. [ The word comes out before she can even stop it, emerald eyes wide and soft as they settle on his, bright and mako-blue. Teeth press into her lip. She nods, another confirmation of her agreement, her consent, although in her mind it's not so much that and more just another sign of her eagerness, her want,
her need.
She leans closer, suddenly all the more aware of the towel between them. Later, perhaps she'll rationalize it in her own mind as thinking of his having spilled over the fabric, as not wanting to make more of a mess than they've already made, but the truth is that she's really not considering it at all past wanting to be naked against him. And so she lifts the hand that isn't resting against his face, unhooks the fabric so that it starts to slip from her, his loose grip the only thing holding it between them now.
And, just in case he needs more encouragement, another nod. ]
Please.
[ Her lips press into his once more, still soft, but this time insistent with her own desire. ]
( for a moment he hesitates, watching the blood drain from her rosy lips as teeth catch them, fingertips flirting with the droplets of water that stream down her thighs, but his pause isn't for a lack of want. he's considering, wants to know what would feel best for her, if he should continue to sneak that palm up until he's able to dip his fingers into her, take her apart that way just as she had for him, or if he should offer her something better. fall to his knees and unravel her with his mouth, pick up her petite frame to balance on his shoulders... but despite her nodding her assent, despite the plea that leaves her lips in a coo a moment later, it still somehow feels as if he should treat this differently.
and ultimately, for now, he decides he likes the way her mouth lingers so close, likes the way he can hear those little noises and breaths of hers so clearly, and he feels the towel give between them just as her mouth seeks out his own again.
there's something intimate to be said for kissing, as simple as it is, but he finds it's a mask of sorts he can use to shy away from her otherwise attentive gaze as he allows a breath of space between them all for that cotton to fall, shuffling it out of the way with his foot before returning their frames flush together. she'll feel his tongue give a gentle pry at her brims, like an asking for entry, before sweeping in to find her own as his touch falls back to her thigh, reaching down to hitch beneath her knee and drag it up to his side.
the angle makes it easy to find the heat of her, dragging the tip of his middle finger through the velvet-soft folds of her cunt, and it's there that a rumble of a groan interrupts their mouths, a hot puff of a breath let into the cave of hers at how wet, how hot she was for him. and he doesn't plan on making her ask againβthat single digit sinks into her, smooth and deep into walls eager and waiting to clutch him, picking up a rhythm that starts slow, meant to test her depths and feel out just where she wanted him to prod. )
[ For Cloud, their kisses might be, in part, an act of hiding away from emerald eyes. But for Aerith, it's all affection, something she can use to show him the barest hint of how she feels about him as their bodies are brought flush together by the lack of fabric, as a soft sound teases at the corners of her mouth just from the contact alone. The small piece of cotton, held onto with such desperation as she fought against her own selfish desires, is left to fall to the floor, to be kicked away so that neither of them falls in turn, and maybe Aerith is selfish, but if Cloud is willing to indulge her like this, should she blame herself too heavily for it?
He tugs her knee to his side, and Aerith hooks her ankle around his back, anchoring them close as his fingers take advantage of the angle, dragging across her cunt in a way that makes her breath catch, her voice stutter against his mouth as her fingers tangle in his hair. ]
Justβjust like that, [ she breathes against his mouth when his exploration finds a particularly good spot, a visceral shudder coursing down her spine despite his ministrations being acted out with only a single digit. ] There, but... but more.
[ And how much more, she thinks. She'd take all of him, if it's what he wanted. Never mind that he's spent just moments ago at her own hands, if he wanted herβ
Aerith tries to shut that thought off by turning her head more fully into his again, returning to a kiss broken by her own words, deepening it again to match where they left off. Her lips part for his, another moan as their tongues brush, tangle, and her hips cant up, lift against his touch. ]
( he's not longer thinking about the implications, not when her moans color the quaint space they occupy, the sound sitting heavy in the steam that's clouded thick around them, as if tucking them away from prying eyes. but he doesn't careβeven if someone did stumble upon them, he wouldn't be able to stop, not with the way every inch of her responds to that first bout of relief in the form of a single digit. not when every inch of her asks for more.
and then she asks for it, and there's something about that in and of itself that starts that steady ember of heat between his own hips, but this was about her now. just like that, she says, and he takes care to remember exactly how his finger had been crooked, to drive towards that spot again and again. more, she says, and he groans lowly as another finger is added to stretch her apart.
the kiss is something distracted, almost sloppy as he tries to focus on so many parts of this at onceβhow it felt to have her petite, warm frame pressed against him; how her ankle clings tight to his back; how she cants her hips as if still needing more, encouraging him to pick up his pace, the quiet clap of the heel of his palm meeting her skin beginning to whisper its rhythm to them.
a stuttered, rough breath breaks their mouths, his own breaths off kilter purely at the effect of her. ) Like that? ( heart hammers in his chest, humming as her cunt flutters around his digits. ) Tell me what you need.
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I mean when it's aerith kissing him, can we blame him?
He needed her like this. That's all there is to it.
Trembling fingers release Cloud's spent cock, her free hand lifting to stroke gentle fingers along his cheek as her breath whispers against his mouth, kiss broken but hovering, the temptationβto sate her lips on his once moreβall too strong.
She swallows hard. ]
Did that help, Cloud? Are you feeling better? [ she asksβtries to keep it togetherβhating the way her voice pitches and trembles as she does. All she can think about now is how easy it would be to lean back against the tiles, to let the towel pool to her feet, to offer herselfβ
(How foolish a desire to hold now, when he's only just sated his pleasure...) ]
absolutely not
...but does she want him to? )
Yeah... Iβ ... thanks. ( is he supposed to be thanking her? it feels ridiculous. she'd said it herself; she'd wanted him to enjoy it, that it was to help him, but her voice and fingers are trembling. she'd already went out on a limb to bring him down, it wouldn't be right of him to expect her to continue putting herself out there, but this isn't exactly normal circumstances. she hadn't sought him out intentionally, and he wasn't really himself. at least, not totally. )
Aerith... ( a thick swallow, fistful of that towel loosening if only to glide palm further to find the bottom hem of the layer, the only thing keeping her from him. he doesn't slip beneath it, not entirely, just a few digits that begin to graze up against her thigh, but stopβmako-glow of his hues still strong with hers. ) Can I? ( he can't be sure what he's asking. there was nothing about this that said it was an exchange, that she desired for it to be, but now she's the one wanting, the one needing, body calling to his like a beacon.
maybe she doesn't want him to be the one that fixes it, which is why he offers her pause to decline, to shuffle out of that shower and away from him before this was taken any further, but seeing those big, glassy eyes of hers and cheeks rosy for reasons entirely different than the norm... he can't say he wants her to leave. for this to end here. )
knew it!
G-good, Iβ
[ But he's speaking her name, his fingers grazing as if to slip under the towel, and her breath catches, words lost to the steady fall of the shower water.
And then, before she can even recover from that, he's asking her permission, and Aerithβ ]
Yeah. [ The word comes out before she can even stop it, emerald eyes wide and soft as they settle on his, bright and mako-blue. Teeth press into her lip. She nods, another confirmation of her agreement, her consent, although in her mind it's not so much that and more just another sign of her eagerness, her want,
her need.
She leans closer, suddenly all the more aware of the towel between them. Later, perhaps she'll rationalize it in her own mind as thinking of his having spilled over the fabric, as not wanting to make more of a mess than they've already made, but the truth is that she's really not considering it at all past wanting to be naked against him. And so she lifts the hand that isn't resting against his face, unhooks the fabric so that it starts to slip from her, his loose grip the only thing holding it between them now.
And, just in case he needs more encouragement, another nod. ]
Please.
[ Her lips press into his once more, still soft, but this time insistent with her own desire. ]
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and ultimately, for now, he decides he likes the way her mouth lingers so close, likes the way he can hear those little noises and breaths of hers so clearly, and he feels the towel give between them just as her mouth seeks out his own again.
there's something intimate to be said for kissing, as simple as it is, but he finds it's a mask of sorts he can use to shy away from her otherwise attentive gaze as he allows a breath of space between them all for that cotton to fall, shuffling it out of the way with his foot before returning their frames flush together. she'll feel his tongue give a gentle pry at her brims, like an asking for entry, before sweeping in to find her own as his touch falls back to her thigh, reaching down to hitch beneath her knee and drag it up to his side.
the angle makes it easy to find the heat of her, dragging the tip of his middle finger through the velvet-soft folds of her cunt, and it's there that a rumble of a groan interrupts their mouths, a hot puff of a breath let into the cave of hers at how wet, how hot she was for him. and he doesn't plan on making her ask againβthat single digit sinks into her, smooth and deep into walls eager and waiting to clutch him, picking up a rhythm that starts slow, meant to test her depths and feel out just where she wanted him to prod. )
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He tugs her knee to his side, and Aerith hooks her ankle around his back, anchoring them close as his fingers take advantage of the angle, dragging across her cunt in a way that makes her breath catch, her voice stutter against his mouth as her fingers tangle in his hair. ]
Justβjust like that, [ she breathes against his mouth when his exploration finds a particularly good spot, a visceral shudder coursing down her spine despite his ministrations being acted out with only a single digit. ] There, but... but more.
[ And how much more, she thinks. She'd take all of him, if it's what he wanted. Never mind that he's spent just moments ago at her own hands, if he wanted herβ
Aerith tries to shut that thought off by turning her head more fully into his again, returning to a kiss broken by her own words, deepening it again to match where they left off. Her lips part for his, another moan as their tongues brush, tangle, and her hips cant up, lift against his touch. ]
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and then she asks for it, and there's something about that in and of itself that starts that steady ember of heat between his own hips, but this was about her now. just like that, she says, and he takes care to remember exactly how his finger had been crooked, to drive towards that spot again and again. more, she says, and he groans lowly as another finger is added to stretch her apart.
the kiss is something distracted, almost sloppy as he tries to focus on so many parts of this at onceβhow it felt to have her petite, warm frame pressed against him; how her ankle clings tight to his back; how she cants her hips as if still needing more, encouraging him to pick up his pace, the quiet clap of the heel of his palm meeting her skin beginning to whisper its rhythm to them.
a stuttered, rough breath breaks their mouths, his own breaths off kilter purely at the effect of her. ) Like that? ( heart hammers in his chest, humming as her cunt flutters around his digits. ) Tell me what you need.