Date: 2024-12-17 04:43 am (UTC)
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[ Every detail etches itself deep into her memory. The warmth of his breath and the flutter of a few strands of hair tickling high on her cheekbone, what his skin feels like under her hands, all of it taking root in her imagination – a place this morning stands a high chance of living for a very long time. Aerith feels Tseng's hold tense at the sound of her laughter and almost melts into the gesture, ]

Yes. [ A hand finds its way to his face, where the pads of her fingers slowly trace over the gracefully high planes of his cheek. ] It makes sense. [ Even though when all is said and done, none of this has any business making sense, but right now the part of her that knows that doesn't seem to be present. Aerith's too preoccupied with the way his eyelashes fan out against his skin while he watches her like that, and the subsequent way her heart pounds in response. With her chest snug against his, there's no hiding that fact either.

Like common sense, it's unimportant.

The fingers against his jaw grow more sure in the way they touch him, until she's guiding his face down, as warmth creeps up the back of her neck, curving her lips into an anticipatory little smile.
]

If you keep me like this, you'll always know where I am.

[ Aerith's eyes narrow playfully before she lifts her head, drawing him into a kiss. ]
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