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Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ She smiles. ] Mmhm~! [ And then, as she watches him just stay there for a moment until he clears his throat, she laughs, as brief a sound as it is warm, lit with a gentle amusement. She may not have quite the sixth sense that she often seems to have back home, but she does understand feelings, and the slight hesitance is written all over him. ] Good different, Rude. I like it.
[ With that said, she shuffles over to investigate more of the space. She has no reason not to trust him—after all, he's always kept her safe before, in his own way—and if anything, she feels safer with him by her side. She may not have a pole or a chair in hand to fight with, but all his needs are his fists. ]
Then—Should we try and see what's outside?
[ Maybe not, when they're both so flimsily dressed, but as far as she's concerned, they don't seem to have a lot of options right now. She reaches for the door handle and—
frowns as it fails to give under her touch. ]
That's strange...
[ A jiggle, and another, slightly firmer than the first. Then, frowning, she looks up at Rude. ]
[It brings a little bit of a smile to his lips, and warmth to his face, but he does his best to act as though he's not effected by the compliment.]
Thank you, Aerith.
[He watches her check the doors, moving toward the front of the vehicle himself to look through the partition (it's a little bit open) and there doesn't seem to be anyone in the front of the limousine. Rude uses his hands, pausing to note his lack of gloves and mourn their loss before forcing the panels as far apart as they go but there's glass there, and even if he breaks it, he can't fit through the space.
Rude looks at Aerith as she tries another door, frowning.]
Would you believe me if I told you I've been here before? [He shakes his head at himself, then sighs because the nature of the memory makes him want to keep it to himself.]
Maybe it was a dream. But..this place..Tseng told me what it expects from people. [His face heats up in embarrassment the more he gets closer to the point, uncharacteristically avoiding what he's trying to say directly.] It wants to get people together. I think that's why they locked us in here together--in these clothes.
[Hopefully she catches on so he doesn't have to feel vulgar in front of Aerith.]
[ She's busy trying one door and then another, but Rude catches her attention when he speaks, making her pause in her actions to look up, a slight tilt of her head as she takes in everything he says, no matter how hesitant he might seem: been here before, as strange as it sounds—and Tseng is here too? Could it actually just be some sort of weird, shared dream? Or have they somehow found themselves in another reality altogether?
But he keeps talking, and his face heats as he dodges awkwardly around words, and Aerith takes those words in silence. She doesn't know how correct or incorrect he is, she doesn't have that kind of knowledge.
What she does know is that he believes what he says. She can see that written all over his face. And if he's been here before, in a dream or not... ]
...Hm.
[ Unlike the Turk, she's forthright about it, a determined look on her pale face as she looks up at him. ]
[Rude almost instantly regrets saying anything. Maybe it would be better to just not say anything. He wouldn't mind if they just stayed in there together and starved to death, and if she wanted to do that, he's been through this kind of training before, they could do it without giving in.
On the other hand, well, he hadn't thought of the other hand because Rude assumed unfairly that she would definitely not entertain that idea. Not with him. Especially not due to something as incredible as a dream from months ago of a similar place with a familiar face. It sounds so crazy--]
Yes, but..wait.
[The determination with which she says those words alarm him more than the idea that there's someone out there trying to get people to fool around for mysterious reasons.]
You don't have to. Maybe I can break a window.. [His voice tapers off, certain those windows are shatterproof because they look like the bullet-resistant glass used in Shinra vehicles.]
[ Aerith tilts her head, and the determination on her face is replaced with a brow quirked in gentle amusement. The whole situation has him uncomfortable enough to backtrack before he's even considered her suggestion, to seek a solution that they can surely both see won't work, even as he says it. While she knows nothing of bullet-resistance, even from where she stands the windows look too thick to do anything about with fists alone, and besides...
She reaches out, puts a gentle hand on his forearm. ]
Somehow I think they'll have thought of that, Rude.
[ Aerith sighs. She understands. They've known each other for a long time now, and those at Shinra have always seen her a certain way, and— ]
I'm not a little girl anymore, you know. I know what I asked you. And I'm pretty sure that wherever we are, I'm just... normal, now. Like anyone else. So ... if you're only saying no because you're worried about me... you don't have to, I promise.
[Rude is too deep in thought to notice when she reaches toward him, and it’s the physical contact that actually gets him to stop brainstorming and look at her instead.
His eyes search hers for a moment, trying to predict what she might say. He half expects something odd and whimsical like usual, but instead what she says has him slowly turning beet red from his ears to his cheeks.]
No, I know. That you’re not— It’s just…
[He’s flustered and doesn’t know where to start. Even if she’s not The Ancient here in this world, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to protect her. But that doesn’t seem like the most relevant thing to the conversation. Rude inhales slowly before trying again.]
Okay, we can do it your way. It’s not like I would hate it…[Would she hate it?] I know you and Zack used to be close. Did you two ever get around to…that?
[ Her reply comes, quick and quiet, when Rude flusters over his words. Other than that, though, she's silent, allowing him to process in whatever way he needs; when he speaks again, asking that all-important question, she tilts her head. A hint of color works its way over her cheeks, and she shakes her head. ]
Hmm~. Not quite, no. We... we did— [ Suddenly it's her turn to be lost for words—not something that happens often for Aerith, and yet here it is. She makes a slight face, annoyed at her own embarrassment. ] We messed around a little, you know? But we never quite... got that far.
[ It's only after she says it that she realizes what that means for now. She shakes her head, offering him a new smile—perhaps a little more strained than earlier, but still genuine—as her hand drops to find his and squeezes. ]
[Rude appreciates that even in this situation where he's the one with more knowledge (though not by much), Aerith is the one being decisive and forthcoming with ideas and information. Meanwhile, Rude feels like a bumbling mess on the inside, growing increasingly more nervous as he slowly starts to come to terms with the situation and the pressure he feels.
The hand on his drags him from his distress, though, and he nods in response. Then he clears his throat as he turns his hand over to lace their fingers together for a moment. Turks training is intensive and thorough but this wasn't something they could have ever prepared him for, and his awkwardness shows.]
We'll take our time, and if you change your mind at any point, just let me know. [And just maybe their mysterious voyeur overlords will take pity on them and unlock the doors without the two of them having to go ALL the way. But, in the meantime, Rude pulls Aerith closer by the hand to guide her to settle on his lap. They've definitely never been this close before. He hesitates before settling his hands on her hips an glances away briefly.]
Mmhmm, agreed. And the same goes for you, okay? You can change your mind at any time.
[ Aerith smiles when Rude guides her into his lap, settling herself against him as his hands rest on her hips, as he glances away from her while he talks. His compliment brings a fresh flush of pink to her cheeks, and she reaches up, her hand coming to his cheek instead, a gentle press against the skin in an effort to guide his gaze back to hers. ]
And you're really handsome. [ She smiles up at him. ] You have really pretty eyes, you know... I know you prefer it when you're wearing your sunglasses, but... you should think about showing your face like this a little more often.
[ Her thumb smooths across his skin for a moment as she just looks at him, taking the time to appreciate him not as a Turk, not as a distant observer, but as Rude, with all his hidden softness.
And then she leans forward, her mouth pressing softly against his. ]
It's hard to look directly at her. There's something about the earnestness in her eyes that feels like she's looking directly into his soul. Unsettling isn't the right word, but it makes his heartbeat quicken the longer they look at each other, and her compliments cause heat to spread from his face and warmth in his chest.]
I don't think anyone has ever thought that about me. [Or at least no one has ever been so honest with him about those thoughts. He finds the corners of his lips tugging upward a little, unable to help it.
Rude's eyes widen before they close, a little self-conscious about if she's bothered by his facial hair. His hands end up on her waist and he's reminded that the sheer outfit she has on leaves little to the imagination. Rude takes things slowly, his hands moving under the pink fabric to feel along the sides of her thighs, settling near her butt for the moment as they kiss.
It feels experimental and new with her for some reason, but he curiously allows their tongues to touch when both their lips happen to part at the same moment.]
[ 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. ]
[All of this feels surreal. Going from occasional bodyguard duty, to mostly friendly rivalry just the other day, to this. Unlike some of the assignments he's had to carry out, he doesn't feel so guilty about this. He tells himself that if its him, then at least it's not someone else that might be less respectful?
It's a little too easy to get lost in the kiss, comfortable enough in her arms that he doesn't mind the exploratory touching. In fact, he invites more of it, happy to have her dictate the pace. She's not wrong though, his heart is racing, but it's less about fear of the potential consequences of this and more because he can count on one hand how many times he's been intimate with anyone.]
Guess I'm nervous. [He admits, maybe with more honesty than the moment calls for.] And.. the other thing. [Rude rocks his hips upward so she can feel that he's not too nervous to be aroused. Just maybe a little embarrassed about how much.]
Is there a particular thing you want to try or.. a way you're curious to try? [Rude offers quietly, fidgeting idly with the fabric of her outfit.]
[ Aerith smiles at the admission of his nerves, shakes her head—although whatever it was she had planned to say in response is quickly forgotten in the wake of the sensation that rushes through her when his hips lift, allowing her to feel the burgeoning growth of his arousal. She bites her lip, a soft sound of pleasure tripping off her tongue, her forehead lowering to rest against his for just a moment.
(And he'll see in her eyes something soft, something a little dazed with her own arousal.)
She takes a breath, a little heavier than she should, her gaze refocusing in response to his question, a shake of her head and a fresh splash of color on her cheeks the only reply for just a moment as she tries to formulate the words. Sure, she's wondered from time to time, had questions, but with as little experience as she's had.. ]
Why don't we just... start simple? And we can figure it out from there.
[ She lowers her mouth to his, lets her lips bloom into a soft kiss. ]
[Oh. What was that? The look on Aerith's face when she bites her lip makes Rude feel like his spacious breathable pants are suddenly far to constricting. He welcomes their closeness, but does it again, grinding up against her, wanting to see the pleasure in her eyes again. Why is it so addictive? That could be dangerous.]
Mm, yes. Okay. Simple is good.
[Rude nods once, lips meeting hers more easily, not overthinking so much this time since they've already crossed that line. He hums softly into the kiss, tasting her lips again while his hands move up her stomach to her chest, touching her breasts over the fabric. His thumbs find the points of her nipples, brushing back and forth over them almost innocently like the clothing separating direct contact makes this slightly less vulgar.]
[ He doesn't get another look like the one brought on by the first slow grind of his hips; this time he's rewarded instead with a breathy sound, something soft and trembling on Aerith's lips as her eyes flutter closed for just a moment, body arching to the sensation that washes through her. ]
Oh—
[ She muffles the sound in their kiss, the fingers of one hand smoothing up over the side of his face, allowing herself now to sink into the sensation, to just relax and enjoy it. The other hand continues to move over his chest, exploring the muscle—and it seems he has the same idea, the brush of his thumbs over her nipples making her pause as her head tilts back slightly, another caught breath on her lips. ]
Y-yes. That feels—it's very good, [ she whispers, leaving a breathless trail of kisses down over his jaw in answer. ]
[Rude slowly realizes he's finding most of his enjoyment from watching Aerith enjoy herself. He wonders how much of this is new to her because he doesn't want to be overwhelming, but he's curious about all the new ways he can find to make her feel good.
But on the other hand, it's Aerith. His skin feels like it's getting hotter the more she touches him. He makes small sounds of approval into their kiss when he can feel her relax more. One of Rude's hands move between them, slowly to give Aerith space and time to stop him, but his hand settles between her legs, still over fabric as he touches her cautiously.]
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so is he, protective as always ;;
[ With that said, she shuffles over to investigate more of the space. She has no reason not to trust him—after all, he's always kept her safe before, in his own way—and if anything, she feels safer with him by her side. She may not have a pole or a chair in hand to fight with, but all his needs are his fists. ]
Then—Should we try and see what's outside?
[ Maybe not, when they're both so flimsily dressed, but as far as she's concerned, they don't seem to have a lot of options right now. She reaches for the door handle and—
frowns as it fails to give under her touch. ]
That's strange...
[ A jiggle, and another, slightly firmer than the first. Then, frowning, she looks up at Rude. ]
I think we're locked in here.
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Thank you, Aerith.
[He watches her check the doors, moving toward the front of the vehicle himself to look through the partition (it's a little bit open) and there doesn't seem to be anyone in the front of the limousine. Rude uses his hands, pausing to note his lack of gloves and mourn their loss before forcing the panels as far apart as they go but there's glass there, and even if he breaks it, he can't fit through the space.
Rude looks at Aerith as she tries another door, frowning.]
Would you believe me if I told you I've been here before? [He shakes his head at himself, then sighs because the nature of the memory makes him want to keep it to himself.]
Maybe it was a dream. But..this place..Tseng told me what it expects from people. [His face heats up in embarrassment the more he gets closer to the point, uncharacteristically avoiding what he's trying to say directly.] It wants to get people together. I think that's why they locked us in here together--in these clothes.
[Hopefully she catches on so he doesn't have to feel vulgar in front of Aerith.]
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But he keeps talking, and his face heats as he dodges awkwardly around words, and Aerith takes those words in silence. She doesn't know how correct or incorrect he is, she doesn't have that kind of knowledge.
What she does know is that he believes what he says. She can see that written all over his face. And if he's been here before, in a dream or not... ]
...Hm.
[ Unlike the Turk, she's forthright about it, a determined look on her pale face as she looks up at him. ]
So... we have sex, the car opens for us. Right?
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On the other hand, well, he hadn't thought of the other hand because Rude assumed unfairly that she would definitely not entertain that idea. Not with him. Especially not due to something as incredible as a dream from months ago of a similar place with a familiar face. It sounds so crazy--]
Yes, but..wait.
[The determination with which she says those words alarm him more than the idea that there's someone out there trying to get people to fool around for mysterious reasons.]
You don't have to. Maybe I can break a window.. [His voice tapers off, certain those windows are shatterproof because they look like the bullet-resistant glass used in Shinra vehicles.]
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She reaches out, puts a gentle hand on his forearm. ]
Somehow I think they'll have thought of that, Rude.
[ Aerith sighs. She understands. They've known each other for a long time now, and those at Shinra have always seen her a certain way, and— ]
I'm not a little girl anymore, you know. I know what I asked you. And I'm pretty sure that wherever we are, I'm just... normal, now. Like anyone else. So ... if you're only saying no because you're worried about me... you don't have to, I promise.
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His eyes search hers for a moment, trying to predict what she might say. He half expects something odd and whimsical like usual, but instead what she says has him slowly turning beet red from his ears to his cheeks.]
No, I know. That you’re not— It’s just…
[He’s flustered and doesn’t know where to start. Even if she’s not The Ancient here in this world, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to protect her. But that doesn’t seem like the most relevant thing to the conversation. Rude inhales slowly before trying again.]
Okay, we can do it your way. It’s not like I would hate it…[Would she hate it?] I know you and Zack used to be close. Did you two ever get around to…that?
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[ Her reply comes, quick and quiet, when Rude flusters over his words. Other than that, though, she's silent, allowing him to process in whatever way he needs; when he speaks again, asking that all-important question, she tilts her head. A hint of color works its way over her cheeks, and she shakes her head. ]
Hmm~. Not quite, no. We... we did— [ Suddenly it's her turn to be lost for words—not something that happens often for Aerith, and yet here it is. She makes a slight face, annoyed at her own embarrassment. ] We messed around a little, you know? But we never quite... got that far.
[ It's only after she says it that she realizes what that means for now. She shakes her head, offering him a new smile—perhaps a little more strained than earlier, but still genuine—as her hand drops to find his and squeezes. ]
That doesn't change my mind, you know.
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The hand on his drags him from his distress, though, and he nods in response. Then he clears his throat as he turns his hand over to lace their fingers together for a moment. Turks training is intensive and thorough but this wasn't something they could have ever prepared him for, and his awkwardness shows.]
We'll take our time, and if you change your mind at any point, just let me know. [And just maybe their mysterious voyeur overlords will take pity on them and unlock the doors without the two of them having to go ALL the way. But, in the meantime, Rude pulls Aerith closer by the hand to guide her to settle on his lap. They've definitely never been this close before. He hesitates before settling his hands on her hips an glances away briefly.]
Sorry. You're really pretty.
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[ Aerith smiles when Rude guides her into his lap, settling herself against him as his hands rest on her hips, as he glances away from her while he talks. His compliment brings a fresh flush of pink to her cheeks, and she reaches up, her hand coming to his cheek instead, a gentle press against the skin in an effort to guide his gaze back to hers. ]
And you're really handsome. [ She smiles up at him. ] You have really pretty eyes, you know... I know you prefer it when you're wearing your sunglasses, but... you should think about showing your face like this a little more often.
[ Her thumb smooths across his skin for a moment as she just looks at him, taking the time to appreciate him not as a Turk, not as a distant observer, but as Rude, with all his hidden softness.
And then she leans forward, her mouth pressing softly against his. ]
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It's hard to look directly at her. There's something about the earnestness in her eyes that feels like she's looking directly into his soul. Unsettling isn't the right word, but it makes his heartbeat quicken the longer they look at each other, and her compliments cause heat to spread from his face and warmth in his chest.]
I don't think anyone has ever thought that about me. [Or at least no one has ever been so honest with him about those thoughts. He finds the corners of his lips tugging upward a little, unable to help it.
Rude's eyes widen before they close, a little self-conscious about if she's bothered by his facial hair. His hands end up on her waist and he's reminded that the sheer outfit she has on leaves little to the imagination. Rude takes things slowly, his hands moving under the pink fabric to feel along the sides of her thighs, settling near her butt for the moment as they kiss.
It feels experimental and new with her for some reason, but he curiously allows their tongues to touch when both their lips happen to part at the same moment.]
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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. ]
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mostly friendlyrivalry just the other day, to this. Unlike some of the assignments he's had to carry out, he doesn't feel so guilty about this. He tells himself that if its him, then at least it's not someone else that might be less respectful?It's a little too easy to get lost in the kiss, comfortable enough in her arms that he doesn't mind the exploratory touching. In fact, he invites more of it, happy to have her dictate the pace. She's not wrong though, his heart is racing, but it's less about fear of the potential consequences of this and more because he can count on one hand how many times he's been intimate with anyone.]
Guess I'm nervous. [He admits, maybe with more honesty than the moment calls for.] And.. the other thing. [Rude rocks his hips upward so she can feel that he's not too nervous to be aroused. Just maybe a little embarrassed about how much.]
Is there a particular thing you want to try or.. a way you're curious to try? [Rude offers quietly, fidgeting idly with the fabric of her outfit.]
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(And he'll see in her eyes something soft, something a little dazed with her own arousal.)
She takes a breath, a little heavier than she should, her gaze refocusing in response to his question, a shake of her head and a fresh splash of color on her cheeks the only reply for just a moment as she tries to formulate the words. Sure, she's wondered from time to time, had questions, but with as little experience as she's had.. ]
Why don't we just... start simple? And we can figure it out from there.
[ She lowers her mouth to his, lets her lips bloom into a soft kiss. ]
Is that alright with you, Rude?
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Mm, yes. Okay. Simple is good.
[Rude nods once, lips meeting hers more easily, not overthinking so much this time since they've already crossed that line. He hums softly into the kiss, tasting her lips again while his hands move up her stomach to her chest, touching her breasts over the fabric. His thumbs find the points of her nipples, brushing back and forth over them almost innocently like the clothing separating direct contact makes this slightly less vulgar.]
Does that feel good?
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Oh—
[ She muffles the sound in their kiss, the fingers of one hand smoothing up over the side of his face, allowing herself now to sink into the sensation, to just relax and enjoy it. The other hand continues to move over his chest, exploring the muscle—and it seems he has the same idea, the brush of his thumbs over her nipples making her pause as her head tilts back slightly, another caught breath on her lips. ]
Y-yes. That feels—it's very good, [ she whispers, leaving a breathless trail of kisses down over his jaw in answer. ]
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But on the other hand, it's Aerith. His skin feels like it's getting hotter the more she touches him. He makes small sounds of approval into their kiss when he can feel her relax more. One of Rude's hands move between them, slowly to give Aerith space and time to stop him, but his hand settles between her legs, still over fabric as he touches her cautiously.]
Is this okay, too?
I finally return!! ♥