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[ If she hadn't kissed him when she did, Aerith might have stopped for a moment, assured him that she's positive people would have thought that about him had his showed his face a little more often. But his words register with her anyway, filed away with a mental reminder to try and tell him these things later, perhaps when he most needs to hear them.

Later. It's a promise she makes to herself even as she allows herself to sink into their kiss, her arms winding around his shoulders as she makes herself more comfortable on his lap, a soft hum on her lips when his hands slide up her thighs.

She's halfway through a breath when his tongue brushes up against hers; the sound she makes in reply is soft, somewhere caught between surprise and pleasure both, and in response, her head tilts into the kiss to deepen it, her tongue brushing up once more against his. And where one of her arms stays looped around his shoulders, fingers splayed against the back of his neck, the other unhooks, her hand sliding down over his skin, brushing against his clavicle and then lower, resting against his chest and feeling his heart beat under his skin. ]

Your heart's going fast, [ she whispers, breaking the kiss for the barest of moments before pressing in close once more. ]