[ Beneath her hands, his skin his warm, disastrously so, his touch more engrossing than she can remember anyone else's ever being - and that should concern her a lot more than it does. She's too transfixed now, too interested in letting her hands follow the planes of his chest, touching him for the sake of it, because the way his breath catches feels almost as satisfying as being touched herself. The shouldn'ts fall away with each passing second, his hand slips between her loosened bra and her skin, curving over her breast, compelling her to arch into the touch like a cat finding a shaft of sunlight while her thighs press insistently against his hips, keeping him in place for her to grind against, the rising pitch of her urgency evident in every movement.
He tells her she'll lose and she laughs, soft and sweet, smothered between kisses and reflected in the playful lightness of her fingertips against his chest as they graze over his nipples in a wordless show of one-upmanship. ]
Could be. [ She won't lose, even if she drives herself to distraction all for the sake of doing the same to him, nevermind that she still hasn't figured out how to win either. Buoyed by the champagne, Aerith pulls back, affording them just enough space for her to pull her shirt off and push his off his shoulders, her eyes lingering on his face. ] But I doubt it.
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He tells her she'll lose and she laughs, soft and sweet, smothered between kisses and reflected in the playful lightness of her fingertips against his chest as they graze over his nipples in a wordless show of one-upmanship. ]
Could be. [ She won't lose, even if she drives herself to distraction all for the sake of doing the same to him, nevermind that she still hasn't figured out how to win either. Buoyed by the champagne, Aerith pulls back, affording them just enough space for her to pull her shirt off and push his off his shoulders, her eyes lingering on his face. ] But I doubt it.