[ His hand trapped against her side makes her shift, her body almost arching towards it like a lazily affectionate cat, her skin prickling in anticipation everywhere he's touched her. She can't lose herself like this forever, but she can let this moment catch hold of her as firmly as possible right now and make the present count tenfold for all she intends to wrest from it.
Tseng makes that selfish desire all too easy to long for. The soft possessiveness in his eyes is new, and vibrantly beautiful – so much so that all it takes is a look for Aerith to be sure she'll yearn to catch this exact light in his eyes forever. The line between being a Shinra asset, and being his, has never mattered less. She can want to be one and hate being the other, even if that does introduce layers and layers of complexity to an already intricate situation.
It's hard to puzzle over that when he's this close, the brush of his tongue and the nudge of his thigh lighting up her awareness, a sharp, sweet ache blossoming between her thighs. With a soft sigh, her thumb sweeps across his cheek as she parts her lips, her tongue light as it brushes against his, licking into his mouth with another soft, happy sigh.
Aerith wastes no time letting her thighs part, the want of him pairing too perfectly with the joy of touching and being touched to bother with restraint. She brackets him between her legs in one fluid motion, the hand on his cheek sinking into his hair with relish as she continues to let her mouth claim his in a voracious flood of kisses. ]
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Date: 2024-12-22 02:52 am (UTC)Tseng makes that selfish desire all too easy to long for. The soft possessiveness in his eyes is new, and vibrantly beautiful – so much so that all it takes is a look for Aerith to be sure she'll yearn to catch this exact light in his eyes forever. The line between being a Shinra asset, and being his, has never mattered less. She can want to be one and hate being the other, even if that does introduce layers and layers of complexity to an already intricate situation.
It's hard to puzzle over that when he's this close, the brush of his tongue and the nudge of his thigh lighting up her awareness, a sharp, sweet ache blossoming between her thighs. With a soft sigh, her thumb sweeps across his cheek as she parts her lips, her tongue light as it brushes against his, licking into his mouth with another soft, happy sigh.
Aerith wastes no time letting her thighs part, the want of him pairing too perfectly with the joy of touching and being touched to bother with restraint. She brackets him between her legs in one fluid motion, the hand on his cheek sinking into his hair with relish as she continues to let her mouth claim his in a voracious flood of kisses. ]
I want you to touch me everywhere, Tseng.