[ Tseng moves to savor the way she arches into him, meeting his intensity and demanding yet more. They're somewhere between fucking and making love, just as they were last night. The faint stillness of morning makes Tseng feel both more dazed and more lucid in comparison. He cinches her in his grasp, both hands sliding down to her hips.
Her grip on him, possessive as it is soft, sends a thrill through him. The way she says his name, paired with the startled delight in her wide, dark eyes, makes his chest tighten, a warmth blooming there that feels as new as it does familiar. He watches her closely, those wide eyes dark with desire and that smile, one that's both startled and delighted. Clearly, it's impossible to focus on anything but her with the way her body shifts and rolls. Something that he not so much thinks he'd buried, but just never unearthed fully, draws another hushed, needy rasp from him against her mouth. Her thighs squeeze him at the waist. With a little jutting thrust, Tseng's hips snap against hers, burying himself this time.
That seems to wake him up. As she tries to pull him even nearer, as if they aren't already as close as two people can be, he can feel her fingernails tap lightly on his skin. It sends a faint shiver through him that ultimately fuels his fervor. He keeps kissing her, favoring Aerith's puffed lips, but trailing down to her jaw and the front of her throat, too. Prying himself from her needy cunt only to plunge his cock back into her depths with a matching yearning and desire, he slides in and out.
The strands she'd brushed back fall forward again loosely, weaving with her flaxen locks fanned out on the pillow. Tseng presses his nose next to her ear. Her name once more vibrates against her skin, along with divulging her perfection. Her faintly floral scent makes his head spin when he breathes in, in a way to explain the loss of his inhibitions. Tseng slips a hand between their bodies, his touch intent on making her tremble even more. ]
[ Breathing his name in the moments between endless, beautiful kisses when his mouth travels over her neck, and she's left to catch her breath, but can't because it all feels so radiantly, hungrily, perfect. As perfect as he tells her she is in that low murmur that Aerith would be happy to believe is reserved only for her, just as the stunned, bright moan he pulls past her lips when his hips roll forward, and he's filling her again, is all for him. Her hands adore him, from the light drag of her nails as they leave faint trails down the planes of his back, to the way her palms sweep up, pressed flat against his sides and his chest like she means to touch everything she possibly can at once. ]
Tseng– [ A soft sigh gives her pause, bright eyes barely concealed beneath the dense fans of her eyelashes as she drinks in every view of him she can. ] I'm, it's so. [ Words fail, but the way her walls tighten and flutter around his cock speaks volumes, about the way every driving thrust of his cock erodes her composure, leaving her perilously close to coming undone, even as she never wants this to end.
Her inner thighs tremble as fresh heat runs through her body, urging her to chase his mouth with her own, capturing him in another kiss as she shudders beneath and around him, her body clutching at his from her limbs to the slick clutch of her cunt. Aerith gasps his name as she comes, arching against him as she keeps him close. ]
[ Tseng's jaw is tight as his hands roam, mapping her without thought—not mirroring, but meant to match the way her fingers rake over his body. When Aerith's breath catches with the sweet, quiet sound of his name, it's all the invitation he needs even before she tilts her hips just so, dragging herself over the length of his cock. His vision blurs at the edges. Her climax crashes over her in shuddering waves, her cunt clenching around him so hard he nearly loses himself in the heat, the pressure, the way she moans his name. Tseng exhales sharply through his nose, muscles wound taut, when her thighs tighten around his hips, as if she means to keep him there forever.
He holds still for a moment, struggling to thrust through the vise of her orgasm, to his own. Then, with a rough, driving snap of his hips, he moves again, pushing through the aftershocks. His pace grows deeper, more insistent, pressing her into the sheets. Tseng covers her kisses with his lips, swallowing every sound she makes until it's too much—until he's shuddering against her, buried so deep. His rhythm falters, stuttering then desperate, grows ragged, and then—fuck—he follows, pleasure surges from and into him like a white-hot flood. A moans breaks from his throat before he can bite it down—this one undeniably Aerith's, stamped with her name.
His forehead drops against her shoulder. He stays like that for a moment, still buried inside her, his body taut with the vestiges of pleasure rolling through him. The aftershocks pulse between them, her cunt still fluttering around him, his muscles trembling in the wake of release. Tseng's fingers curl at her thigh. His breath stirs against her skin, uneven and warm, his lips press against her collarbone. ]
[ By the time he goes slack against her, Aerith's too blissed out to do anything but laugh dazedly as she lets both her arms wrap loosely around his upper back, holding him to her, as her heartbeat gradually starts to slow and the world softens. The morning light grows less pale as the minutes tick by, signifying the passage of a time Aerith chooses to not acknowledge while she's too busy memorizing the feeling of him spent and flush against her in the afterglow. ]
Morning, Tseng.
[ There's a note of music hanging on the end of his name that Aerith rounds into a gentle, giddy giggle. This is good. It's been so long since Aerith has had somewhere to direct all the love she carries around. The garden and Leaf House are wonderful outlets, but the satisfaction she gets from all the noble ways she's found to pass the time doesn't compare to how revivifying, how engrossing, it is, to have her body curved up against his shape while her fingers drift between drawing absent patterns on his back, and idly playing with his hair. ]
[ The sound of her laughter, a soft thing, reverberates through him. A small shift of his hips has him realizing just how deeply they're still pressed together, and that neither of them have moved to break the connection yet. Tseng exhales, dragging his mouth over hers in a slow kiss. A lazy kind of indulgence settles in him, something not completely familiar. It's been a while for him, too. There's always something else to occupy his mind, something more immediate. That kind of focus has served him well, kept things simple and in order. There have been no noble outlets. It'd been unnecessary. Or perhaps, more truthfully, impossible.
He's certainly never thought about how it would feel to have her fingers in his hair, either. Now that she's doing it, though, idly twining strands between her fingers, smoothing them back only for them to fall across his back again, Tseng finds it difficult to think about anything else. Except for the fact that he's always watched her. Duty demanded he memorized the way Aerith smiles, the way her eyes flicker with mischief or steel. But he's never touched her, not with both hands on her. Tseng lifts his head. ]
Good morning. [ His dark eyes hold onto hers with an intent that feels different from the way he usually looks at her. His usually clipped tone has slipped away . ]
[ If she could, she would freeze this moment and give herself the luxury of endless time to memorize every facet. She wants to be able to recall his skin and the smooth silk of his hair against his hands, how the moisture of his breath clings to her kiss-swollen lips as he exhales against her mouth before claiming it in another kiss.
Aerith can feel herself relaxing into the bed, but she keeps her limbs wrapped around him, her legs loose but still settled on his hips with no sign of inclination to shift and let him move. She's watched him for too long not to treasure being able to touch all the places she's studied, to let this little pocket in the universe where the complications waiting outside her door don't matter exist for as long as it can.
He lifts his head, and her eyes widen ever so slightly. He's always been beautiful, but taking it in while they're like this is almost startling. Her eyes are bright as the fingers in his hair lift, pushing it over his shoulder to reveal his collarbone, letting her gaze follow before it meets his again. ]
[ Ah, "good," he's said. A greeting exchanged not without some level of detachment, but when he says it to her, it's different. Tseng's lips curve, letting his eyes trace over her face. He agrees, it is.
Then he wonders if this is how Aerith has felt all this time. If the way he's looked at her has had the same effect on her as it's having on him now. His chest tightens, a realization that he's never really known what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that gaze, and it's a strange, humbling thought. To even make that comparison means he's been looking at her like this for a long, long time, and makes Tseng's claim of his ever professional distance a new falsehood.
Aerith brushes through his hair, her fingernails graze his skin, able to roam over his naked body in places she shouldn't be privy to. Tseng lays in the morning light reflected in her verdant eyes. After his mind has stopped swirling around the idea, he's decided to let her keep looking. Half under the sheets, he strokes her leg, hip to knee. ]
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Date: 2025-01-25 04:55 pm (UTC)Her grip on him, possessive as it is soft, sends a thrill through him. The way she says his name, paired with the startled delight in her wide, dark eyes, makes his chest tighten, a warmth blooming there that feels as new as it does familiar. He watches her closely, those wide eyes dark with desire and that smile, one that's both startled and delighted. Clearly, it's impossible to focus on anything but her with the way her body shifts and rolls. Something that he not so much thinks he'd buried, but just never unearthed fully, draws another hushed, needy rasp from him against her mouth. Her thighs squeeze him at the waist. With a little jutting thrust, Tseng's hips snap against hers, burying himself this time.
That seems to wake him up. As she tries to pull him even nearer, as if they aren't already as close as two people can be, he can feel her fingernails tap lightly on his skin. It sends a faint shiver through him that ultimately fuels his fervor. He keeps kissing her, favoring Aerith's puffed lips, but trailing down to her jaw and the front of her throat, too. Prying himself from her needy cunt only to plunge his cock back into her depths with a matching yearning and desire, he slides in and out.
The strands she'd brushed back fall forward again loosely, weaving with her flaxen locks fanned out on the pillow. Tseng presses his nose next to her ear. Her name once more vibrates against her skin, along with divulging her perfection. Her faintly floral scent makes his head spin when he breathes in, in a way to explain the loss of his inhibitions. Tseng slips a hand between their bodies, his touch intent on making her tremble even more. ]
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Date: 2025-01-29 03:42 am (UTC)Tseng– [ A soft sigh gives her pause, bright eyes barely concealed beneath the dense fans of her eyelashes as she drinks in every view of him she can. ] I'm, it's so. [ Words fail, but the way her walls tighten and flutter around his cock speaks volumes, about the way every driving thrust of his cock erodes her composure, leaving her perilously close to coming undone, even as she never wants this to end.
Her inner thighs tremble as fresh heat runs through her body, urging her to chase his mouth with her own, capturing him in another kiss as she shudders beneath and around him, her body clutching at his from her limbs to the slick clutch of her cunt. Aerith gasps his name as she comes, arching against him as she keeps him close. ]
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Date: 2025-02-14 07:18 pm (UTC)He holds still for a moment, struggling to thrust through the vise of her orgasm, to his own. Then, with a rough, driving snap of his hips, he moves again, pushing through the aftershocks. His pace grows deeper, more insistent, pressing her into the sheets. Tseng covers her kisses with his lips, swallowing every sound she makes until it's too much—until he's shuddering against her, buried so deep. His rhythm falters, stuttering then desperate, grows ragged, and then—fuck—he follows, pleasure surges from and into him like a white-hot flood. A moans breaks from his throat before he can bite it down—this one undeniably Aerith's, stamped with her name.
His forehead drops against her shoulder. He stays like that for a moment, still buried inside her, his body taut with the vestiges of pleasure rolling through him. The aftershocks pulse between them, her cunt still fluttering around him, his muscles trembling in the wake of release. Tseng's fingers curl at her thigh. His breath stirs against her skin, uneven and warm, his lips press against her collarbone. ]
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Date: 2025-02-25 03:09 am (UTC)Morning, Tseng.
[ There's a note of music hanging on the end of his name that Aerith rounds into a gentle, giddy giggle. This is good. It's been so long since Aerith has had somewhere to direct all the love she carries around. The garden and Leaf House are wonderful outlets, but the satisfaction she gets from all the noble ways she's found to pass the time doesn't compare to how revivifying, how engrossing, it is, to have her body curved up against his shape while her fingers drift between drawing absent patterns on his back, and idly playing with his hair. ]
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Date: 2025-03-03 10:21 pm (UTC)He's certainly never thought about how it would feel to have her fingers in his hair, either. Now that she's doing it, though, idly twining strands between her fingers, smoothing them back only for them to fall across his back again, Tseng finds it difficult to think about anything else. Except for the fact that he's always watched her. Duty demanded he memorized the way Aerith smiles, the way her eyes flicker with mischief or steel. But he's never touched her, not with both hands on her. Tseng lifts his head. ]
Good morning. [ His dark eyes hold onto hers with an intent that feels different from the way he usually looks at her. His usually clipped tone has slipped away . ]
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Date: 2025-03-09 04:51 am (UTC)Aerith can feel herself relaxing into the bed, but she keeps her limbs wrapped around him, her legs loose but still settled on his hips with no sign of inclination to shift and let him move. She's watched him for too long not to treasure being able to touch all the places she's studied, to let this little pocket in the universe where the complications waiting outside her door don't matter exist for as long as it can.
He lifts his head, and her eyes widen ever so slightly. He's always been beautiful, but taking it in while they're like this is almost startling. Her eyes are bright as the fingers in his hair lift, pushing it over his shoulder to reveal his collarbone, letting her gaze follow before it meets his again. ]
It really is.
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Date: 2025-03-14 10:35 pm (UTC)Then he wonders if this is how Aerith has felt all this time. If the way he's looked at her has had the same effect on her as it's having on him now. His chest tightens, a realization that he's never really known what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that gaze, and it's a strange, humbling thought. To even make that comparison means he's been looking at her like this for a long, long time, and makes Tseng's claim of his ever professional distance a new falsehood.
Aerith brushes through his hair, her fingernails graze his skin, able to roam over his naked body in places she shouldn't be privy to. Tseng lays in the morning light reflected in her verdant eyes. After his mind has stopped swirling around the idea, he's decided to let her keep looking. Half under the sheets, he strokes her leg, hip to knee. ]