[ Her words do have the quality of something carefully wrapped, fittingly. A shift in the way she speaks to him matches how at home she is in his space. Tseng's breath stills, the smallest pause but no overarching reaction, when she settles into his lap like that. His hand instinctively steadies at Aerith's waist. His fingers flex, giving away more than he intends—she's completely unbothered by the things that make him hesitate. He can be blunt or covert; meanwhile, she hasn't asked him to want easily, only honestly.
The way she talks about 'unwrapping presents' and 'indulging' isn't lost on him at all. He suspects her definition of indulging is going to be very difficult to refrain from, unlike eating too many cookies or drinking too much spiced wine. Her fingers brush over his chest, where her closeness sets Tseng's pulse to a rhythm she can feel. ]
It is the holidays. [ Tseng concedes further. At once, he's past pretending he doesn't want the same. His gaze lingers on her for a long beat, then dips briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes. ] The rest isn't decorated the way you'd like. Do you intend to change that first?
[ He doesn't mean just pine garland or a throw blanket. ]
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The way she talks about 'unwrapping presents' and 'indulging' isn't lost on him at all. He suspects her definition of indulging is going to be very difficult to refrain from, unlike eating too many cookies or drinking too much spiced wine. Her fingers brush over his chest, where her closeness sets Tseng's pulse to a rhythm she can feel. ]
It is the holidays. [ Tseng concedes further. At once, he's past pretending he doesn't want the same. His gaze lingers on her for a long beat, then dips briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes. ] The rest isn't decorated the way you'd like. Do you intend to change that first?
[ He doesn't mean just pine garland or a throw blanket. ]