[ It doesn't matter if he approves or doesn't, but she feels it all anyway, bolstering the satisfaction cording through her from having him like this, fueling whatever is brewing between them.
Aerith's hand fists tighter in the front of Rufus's shirt, an echo of the hold he keeps on her hair as it's gathered against the back of her neck, unwittingly meeting him measure for measure while her mouth claims his again and again between hastily drawn breaths.
The tension in the elastic around her rib loosens under his hand as he unfastens one hook and then the second, the shift of fabric against her breasts enough to stiffen her nipples and make her breath catch against his mouth, her hips angling down, letting him feel the heat between her thighs as she presses flush against the firming outline of his cock, egging them both on. Her tongue drags over the swell of his lower lip as her fingers unfasten his buttons, her smile warming her voice despite barely speaking above a whisper. ]
I bet you beg me before I beg you.
[ What had he called it? Something no one wanted her to have. Before today, did she want her to have this? Could she have even imagined being in a position where something like this had the potential to exist? These are questions she'll ask - along with a million others when she's back in her right mind, but right now, it all pales in comparison to how solid his chest feels against her hands once she undoes his shirt far enough to slip her hands through in search of skin. ]
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Aerith's hand fists tighter in the front of Rufus's shirt, an echo of the hold he keeps on her hair as it's gathered against the back of her neck, unwittingly meeting him measure for measure while her mouth claims his again and again between hastily drawn breaths.
The tension in the elastic around her rib loosens under his hand as he unfastens one hook and then the second, the shift of fabric against her breasts enough to stiffen her nipples and make her breath catch against his mouth, her hips angling down, letting him feel the heat between her thighs as she presses flush against the firming outline of his cock, egging them both on. Her tongue drags over the swell of his lower lip as her fingers unfasten his buttons, her smile warming her voice despite barely speaking above a whisper. ]
I bet you beg me before I beg you.
[ What had he called it? Something no one wanted her to have. Before today, did she want her to have this? Could she have even imagined being in a position where something like this had the potential to exist? These are questions she'll ask - along with a million others when she's back in her right mind, but right now, it all pales in comparison to how solid his chest feels against her hands once she undoes his shirt far enough to slip her hands through in search of skin. ]