[ By the time he goes slack against her, Aerith's too blissed out to do anything but laugh dazedly as she lets both her arms wrap loosely around his upper back, holding him to her, as her heartbeat gradually starts to slow and the world softens. The morning light grows less pale as the minutes tick by, signifying the passage of a time Aerith chooses to not acknowledge while she's too busy memorizing the feeling of him spent and flush against her in the afterglow. ]
Morning, Tseng.
[ There's a note of music hanging on the end of his name that Aerith rounds into a gentle, giddy giggle. This is good. It's been so long since Aerith has had somewhere to direct all the love she carries around. The garden and Leaf House are wonderful outlets, but the satisfaction she gets from all the noble ways she's found to pass the time doesn't compare to how revivifying, how engrossing, it is, to have her body curved up against his shape while her fingers drift between drawing absent patterns on his back, and idly playing with his hair. ]
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Date: 2025-02-25 03:09 am (UTC)Morning, Tseng.
[ There's a note of music hanging on the end of his name that Aerith rounds into a gentle, giddy giggle. This is good. It's been so long since Aerith has had somewhere to direct all the love she carries around. The garden and Leaf House are wonderful outlets, but the satisfaction she gets from all the noble ways she's found to pass the time doesn't compare to how revivifying, how engrossing, it is, to have her body curved up against his shape while her fingers drift between drawing absent patterns on his back, and idly playing with his hair. ]