[ The tiny bulbs of the string lights cast their golden reflection on the glass and Tseng wonders how long she expects him to keep them up—for the season, into the new year? Despite that rigid thought, he doesn't stiffen up when she shuffles underneath the blanket and against the seat cushions, close against him. His apartment has the heating on, yet warmth seeps newly into his skin. ]
Getting there. [ Tseng mirrors.
He exhales slowly and realizes only after the fact that he'd been holding his breath. The soft rise and fall of her chest aligns with his, and wisps of Aerith's hair catch on the fabric of his shirt. He's certain she already knows her answers before she even pretends to think of one. He decides the distance between them and she how to close it.
Tseng doesn't know what she sees when she looks at him like that, but he does know what she's waiting for. His hand grazes the curve of her shoulder. His lips press together. He glides his hand along the side of her neck. He tilts her chin up, thumb lingering just below her jaw. The soft glow of the TV screen flickers against Aerith's skin, but any pretense of Tseng's hesitation dissolves in her breath fanning against his lips. ]
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Date: 2025-03-14 11:39 am (UTC)Getting there. [ Tseng mirrors.
He exhales slowly and realizes only after the fact that he'd been holding his breath. The soft rise and fall of her chest aligns with his, and wisps of Aerith's hair catch on the fabric of his shirt. He's certain she already knows her answers before she even pretends to think of one. He decides the distance between them and she how to close it.
Tseng doesn't know what she sees when she looks at him like that, but he does know what she's waiting for. His hand grazes the curve of her shoulder. His lips press together. He glides his hand along the side of her neck. He tilts her chin up, thumb lingering just below her jaw. The soft glow of the TV screen flickers against Aerith's skin, but any pretense of Tseng's hesitation dissolves in her breath fanning against his lips. ]