[ They're very different people, but the longing Aerith can feel radiating from every touch and glance mirrors her own, and the way he says her name may say well be a tangible caress for the giddy effect it has on her. Out of space, and places to hide, he'll feel how her already thundering heart picks up another half step, just like it's deliciously obvious that he's growing harder by the second. Like a magnet, Aerith arches against the firming line of his length – because she does know what she's asking, and wants to make it very clear she intends to take everything he's got for her with both hands.
For years, she's found her ways to take more for herself. At first it was her way of undermining Shinra, of flexing what she had of muscle and finding ways to remind them that her compliance is a luxury, not a given. She could make every shift a nightmare for everyone assigned to tail her, but she doesn't. While Aerith might have felt a bit magnanimous about that at times, it's undermined spectacularly by all the looking she just admitted to doing, and the warm desire that rises through her as her awareness follows his hands as they curve over her backside before slipping low enough to graze her outer folds. Her inner thighs tremble against his hips, tightening around them when his other hand cups her breast, kneading firmly enough to send a pang of want working through her.
The heat of his body pulls at her like a magnet, keeping one hand tangled in his hair – too drawn to touching it after years of wondering what it would be like to stop now – the other finds his shoulders, his chest, his side, mapping him as she revels in this newfound closeness. Just like always, Aerith finds that everything she gets is still not enough. Reality will come for them sooner or later, she just wants to make sure they both have a damn fine reason for staying away from it.
Angling her hips as she arches up, Aerith presses against him, letting the hard weight of his shaft graze over where she wants to feel him most as she lets herself grind against him. ]
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Date: 2024-12-30 05:33 am (UTC)For years, she's found her ways to take more for herself. At first it was her way of undermining Shinra, of flexing what she had of muscle and finding ways to remind them that her compliance is a luxury, not a given. She could make every shift a nightmare for everyone assigned to tail her, but she doesn't. While Aerith might have felt a bit magnanimous about that at times, it's undermined spectacularly by all the looking she just admitted to doing, and the warm desire that rises through her as her awareness follows his hands as they curve over her backside before slipping low enough to graze her outer folds. Her inner thighs tremble against his hips, tightening around them when his other hand cups her breast, kneading firmly enough to send a pang of want working through her.
The heat of his body pulls at her like a magnet, keeping one hand tangled in his hair – too drawn to touching it after years of wondering what it would be like to stop now – the other finds his shoulders, his chest, his side, mapping him as she revels in this newfound closeness. Just like always, Aerith finds that everything she gets is still not enough. Reality will come for them sooner or later, she just wants to make sure they both have a damn fine reason for staying away from it.
Angling her hips as she arches up, Aerith presses against him, letting the hard weight of his shaft graze over where she wants to feel him most as she lets herself grind against him. ]