[ It may take years for Aerith to admit how profoundly satisfying this is - the electrifying way that quiet growl plays over her senses, how he tries to tamp down all the small signs that he's as engrossed in this as she's ended up being and fails miserably - but right now she's relishing in it, wiggling her hips as his hand settles on the outside of her thigh, teasing without needing any words to further build on the artful job of hassling him she's pulling off. ]

I'm taking something nobody wants me to have.

[ The brightness in her tone does double duty as deviousness, pleased with herself that Rufus has set her up to turn the tables on him like this. After tossing the toy onto the bed behind her, Aerith reaches down and runs her fingers through his hair, her eyes slowly narrowing as the hand he runs up the inside of her leg climbs higher.

His fingers press against the outline of her folds, and a sweet pang of want moves through her, thighs trembling ever so slightly before she recovers herself. It's a fight to drum up the willpower to stop him, but Aerith finds a way, one of her hands moving to cover his and steer it back to her hips, even as she's left practically burning from the loss of the touch. ]

That's it until I tell you. Or you learn how to say please.

[ How many gauntlets must litter the ground between them today? Aerith adds another to the growing pile, pleased with herself for summoning up the restraint to keep teasing him, forcing herself to stay still and not lean into the heat she can feel radiating off his body. ]

I can take them off if you're too busy staring at me again.