[ Her skirt rustles as his thigh slips between hers, leaving her no way to conceal the tell-tale warmth already radiating from between her legs, muted by the barriers of fabric between them, but impossible to explain away as a byproduct of blushing.
Because she's not blushing - there's no space for it, no room for embarrassment when she can smell his skin and taste his mouth on her tongue. The gravity between them overpowering the pull of common sense in spectacular fashion, making it so that when she pulls back, it's not because she's seeking space, but because she can't stop herself from looking at him. About a thousand and one different emotions parade their way through her eyes while she searches his face, taking in all the fine details she's spotted at a distance but never gotten close enough to memorize. Later, just the fact that she wanted to this much will keep her up, but for now, Aerith drinks in the sight of him, her tongue skimming over her bottom lip, already slick from his mouth and slightly swollen, taking in the color of his eyes and the canopy of lashes framing them.
It almost seems like a more reckless way to seize the moment than kissing him, but she's spent enough time with loss to back down from seizing the moment when she can.
And she does.
The space between them doesn't have a chance to exist for very long, and it's barely more than a handful of heartbeats before Aerith's mouth claims his in another kiss, another noise, this one softer, more insistent than the last sounds low in her chest, ebbing off into a smothered whimper as her hips tip forward, on the verge of letting herself grind against his leg and make a hazard situation all the worse. ]
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Because she's not blushing - there's no space for it, no room for embarrassment when she can smell his skin and taste his mouth on her tongue. The gravity between them overpowering the pull of common sense in spectacular fashion, making it so that when she pulls back, it's not because she's seeking space, but because she can't stop herself from looking at him. About a thousand and one different emotions parade their way through her eyes while she searches his face, taking in all the fine details she's spotted at a distance but never gotten close enough to memorize. Later, just the fact that she wanted to this much will keep her up, but for now, Aerith drinks in the sight of him, her tongue skimming over her bottom lip, already slick from his mouth and slightly swollen, taking in the color of his eyes and the canopy of lashes framing them.
It almost seems like a more reckless way to seize the moment than kissing him, but she's spent enough time with loss to back down from seizing the moment when she can.
And she does.
The space between them doesn't have a chance to exist for very long, and it's barely more than a handful of heartbeats before Aerith's mouth claims his in another kiss, another noise, this one softer, more insistent than the last sounds low in her chest, ebbing off into a smothered whimper as her hips tip forward, on the verge of letting herself grind against his leg and make a hazard situation all the worse. ]