[ it's a shock tseng feels too, the instant their lips touch. he's spent his entire career pretending to see aerith as nothing more than an asset (or a liability, depending on the day), pretending that he doesn't view her as a woman—but the way she pushes up on the balls of her feet to seal their mouths together makes it very, very difficult to keep pretending.
she's just so warm. her skin is flushed under tseng's touch, and her body arches up against his, and tseng finds his focus split between two sensations—the heat of her in a long line against his front, and the sweetness of her lips under his. this is more dangerous than tseng thought it would be, the risk much greater—but he's still not blushing, and that's what counts.
the ladies in the painting are giggling, but the elevator doesn't start to move. still gentle, tseng coaxes aerith's lips to part, coaxes her to let him deepen the kiss—their tongues slide together and it's a sensation so electric that it hooks somewhere behind his navel, sends a quiet jolt right through him. ]
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she's just so warm. her skin is flushed under tseng's touch, and her body arches up against his, and tseng finds his focus split between two sensations—the heat of her in a long line against his front, and the sweetness of her lips under his. this is more dangerous than tseng thought it would be, the risk much greater—but he's still not blushing, and that's what counts.
the ladies in the painting are giggling, but the elevator doesn't start to move. still gentle, tseng coaxes aerith's lips to part, coaxes her to let him deepen the kiss—their tongues slide together and it's a sensation so electric that it hooks somewhere behind his navel, sends a quiet jolt right through him. ]