[ By the time he draws back her eyes have narrowed fondly, until she's gazing at him through the fans of her eyelashes at first, the smiling curve of her mouth deepening. ]

I think it's alright that it's both. It's the holidays, isn't it? We should be unwrapping presents, and indulging.

[ She doesn't bother to act like those words aren't pointed, and while Aerith knows Tseng doesn't miss a single clue, she shifts smoothly into his lap right after she says it. There's mischief in those rounded, earnest eyes, and butterflies in her stomach. Part of her suspects she'll always be just a little bit giddy about him. He's important to her in ways few people could be, a fact that's equally complicated and beautiful, and for now just getting to treasure it is enough, without a need to look too far ahead or deeper than right now.

Green eyes drink in his face as Aerith lets her arm drape around his shoulders, her gaze flicking from his eyes to his mouth and back again as she leans close enough to let her lowered voice be heard. ]

Do you want to show me the rest of your apartment? [ Aerith's hand settles on his chest as she asks, her thumb sweeping over the fabric of his shirt in a lazy arc. ] Or should we stay right here?