[ Warm, intimate, and soft—these are all things Tseng has never considered himself to be. In the present moment, the very spaces between those words seem to stretch with the spaces between his fingers, allowing Aerith to slip between them. His grip tightens slightly around hers, his fingers curling gently over the back of her hand.
His mind, usually sharp and calculating, is occupied with unfamiliar thoughts: how long she's been watching him like this, how much she's memorized of him in ways he hadn't realized until now. He's spent years cataloging every detail of her—small, imperceptible things—but never with the awareness that not all of those details were meant for a report, or for professional detachment. Once or twice, he's seen her asleep, but the difference between then and now haunts him more than he expected.
Now the smooth glide of her skin against his ignites a quiet ache. Aerith's warmth in turn seeps deep, settling in places he didn't realize had grown cold. She fits too easily and perfectly against him, and it stirs a deep satisfaction within him. A low sound rumbles in Tseng's throat.
His free hand shifts to the small of her back, and his fingers trace up the length of her spine, ready to commit each subtle dip and curve to memory in a way that has nothing to do with duty. Tseng presses lightly, pulling her closer, letting her feel the growing tension in his body. ]
Aerith... [ Her name slips past his lips, almost like a confession. The muted glow cast across the room drapes over Aerith's skin, the morning held at bay by the gentle sway of her breathing. Tseng pauses just below her shoulder blades. ]
[ Later, she'll realize just how much of this she's committing to memory; from the soft spot below his collarbone where her cheek brushes against his skin, to the first little tingles of anticipation that ping over her senses once he pulls her close and makes it apparent he feels the same. The hands he maps her back with provide her with all the reason Aerith needs to mirror that attention, indulging the urge to run her fingers through his hair with one hand while the other curves over his shoulder blade.
He's as lean and strong to the touch as he looks, and her chest feels almost uncomfortably tight in the wake of all the affectionate warmth that seeps through it. After a moment spent flush against him and still enough to take in all the places they fit so well together, Aerith tilts her head up and lets her lips brush against his jaw, doing her best not to grin over the contact when his question shocks a laugh out of her. ]
Shouldn't you know that already? Tonight's the only time you were asleep while I looked. You couldn't have missed it every other time! [ And in the wake of his asking, Aerith can't deny that it's been many times indeed. ]
It's been a while. [ She declares gently after a moment of consideration as she draws back enough to steal a look up at his face. ] What about you, Tseng?
[ If her hands keep moving, she'll inevitably find some well-healed scar or another. Tseng’s lips press together as a subtle shift ripples through him under her caress, but there’s no trace of discomfort. His breath brushes her temple.
Tseng’s fingers touch the salted ends of her hair. His role has always demanded vigilance and restraint, but now he knows that the latter was never entirely honest. The way Aerith has changed over the years—grown into her womanhood—hasn’t gone unnoticed. Meanwhile, he’s seen and heard her laugh a dozen times, but never felt it so intently against his own skin. When she laughs he can’t help but still tighten his grip on her, his body reacts instinctively to the sound.
Tseng’s mind pulls back to every time he has watched her watch him. Was it just a consequence of noticing each other? He lingers where her waist curves under his hand. His thumb sweeps in a slow, deliberate arc beneath her breast. ]
I’ve always watched you. [ The dull explanation of his job. This isn’t what she means, though. Instead of stalling: ] Something changed that I wasn’t prepared for. Does that make sense?
[ He watches her through half-lidded eyes, sharp but softened in ways only she can manage. She should know... it’s harder to stop looking than she thinks. ]
[ 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. ]
[ He left his question hanging on thin thread, Tseng realizes, after asking and just when her answer tangles it up and knots it around and around itself again, to make it seem like something more sturdy than it really is. Common sense can tug and pull and even wrench it, and still the complicated knots may never again come apart. Only every split thread of a rational thought about their case is snipped away from the tangle of their close held bodies, by her roaming touch.
Beneath half-lidded eyes, Tseng feels the thin calluses on her fingertips on his face. He has seen her work in gloves when stripping thorns or handling cuttings that ooze staining sap, and again other times when she wouldn’t wear them. He, instead, never puts his bare hands on anything or anyone while at work.
Aerith’s arm wedges his fingers between it and the side of her chest, heavy where her trace along his jawline is light. He’s sure that her thumb ghosts at his bottom lip.
Tseng tilts his chin down and at that angle gives Aerith the plain view of something both possessive and tender flitting across his features, at her nomination. The idea of holding her like this and keeping her near is startling and an undeniable want. Their relationship has become a paradox overnight.
Not only against his chest but past her clavicle, where his other hand slides up the side of her neck, he can feel Aerith’s heart beating. Behind her ear, his fingers dip into the roots of her hair and cradle her at the nape when she leans up along the pillow. Tseng’s mouth opens, his tongue warms against hers. Under the shared cover, his thigh presses firmly next to and would slip between hers. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Trailing his hands over her body, Tseng draws a map, but it isn’t one that will help him find the way back. They’ve simply gotten lost together, not in an eerie or unpleasing place. Her words unmoor him, Tseng will be further lost if she lets him drift like that. His fingers thread deeper into her hair, he grounds himself against the tide. They might not actually be that much farther than on the outskirts of their previous relationship.
Tseng breaks the deluge of kisses, but only barely. ] Aerith... [ It’s soft and velvety to say without admonishment or warning or, in further depths, even concern attached. His voice is low, rough, and edged with the need to have her name on it. And his eyes are sharp and intent. She doesn’t know what she’s asking of him, or perhaps she does... She surely does. The kiss he returns to her is searing, possessive, a declaration of everything he’s been holding back in exchange for hundreds of hers.
Aerith, too, is in possession of him. She pulls him close by the hair and entraps him between her thighs, contracting any millimeter of space still gaping between them. Tseng’s breath shudders. She must feel him growing hard against her.
He answers her plea with action instead of hesitation. He pulls his hand out of her hair and slides his thumb back down her throat and to her breast. Squeezing hardly, her skin still dents in the shape of his fingertips. Keeping her beneath his palm other side, he runs it from her chest to her back, to the small of it, and to her buttock. And lower still. Slipping between her legs and his thigh, Tseng’s long fingers pass by her entrance. ]
[ They're very different people, but the longing Aerith can feel radiating from every touch and glance mirrors her own, and the way he says her name may say well be a tangible caress for the giddy effect it has on her. Out of space, and places to hide, he'll feel how her already thundering heart picks up another half step, just like it's deliciously obvious that he's growing harder by the second. Like a magnet, Aerith arches against the firming line of his length – because she does know what she's asking, and wants to make it very clear she intends to take everything he's got for her with both hands.
For years, she's found her ways to take more for herself. At first it was her way of undermining Shinra, of flexing what she had of muscle and finding ways to remind them that her compliance is a luxury, not a given. She could make every shift a nightmare for everyone assigned to tail her, but she doesn't. While Aerith might have felt a bit magnanimous about that at times, it's undermined spectacularly by all the looking she just admitted to doing, and the warm desire that rises through her as her awareness follows his hands as they curve over her backside before slipping low enough to graze her outer folds. Her inner thighs tremble against his hips, tightening around them when his other hand cups her breast, kneading firmly enough to send a pang of want working through her.
The heat of his body pulls at her like a magnet, keeping one hand tangled in his hair – too drawn to touching it after years of wondering what it would be like to stop now – the other finds his shoulders, his chest, his side, mapping him as she revels in this newfound closeness. Just like always, Aerith finds that everything she gets is still not enough. Reality will come for them sooner or later, she just wants to make sure they both have a damn fine reason for staying away from it.
Angling her hips as she arches up, Aerith presses against him, letting the hard weight of his shaft graze over where she wants to feel him most as she lets herself grind against him. ]
[ Tseng’s fingers graze the slick warmth at her core, coaxing soft gasps from her lips that he’s sure he’ll commit to memory. The way her body responds to his touch—arching, pressing, seeking—sends another pulse of heat through him, and he feels the faint tremor of Aerith’s thighs squeezing tighter around his hips. Tseng wonders what she thinks it might take to convince him to stay in this space, or whether she already knows. The idea takes root in a place that’s always been pragmatic, logical, controlled. But as her hands slide over his skin, her lips part with a softness that speaks of how much she’s already taken with an effortless grace.
The deliberate grind of her hips steals a guttural sound from Tseng’s throat. That small movement is his undoing. He’s no Turk in this moment; just a man consumed by the woman in his arms. His lips slide away from her mouth to nudge her jaw, before seeping into the crook of her neck where her pulse flutters wildly against his tongue. In a display of patience now followed by impatience, Tseng shifts his hips, and his cock aligns with the heat between Aerith’s thighs. He feels everything around him narrow to a single point—her. His breath catches, sharp and audible, landing against her collarbone as she surrounds him with her tight, yielding warmth. Her name escapes him as though it’s the only word he knows anymore.
Tseng’s eyes lift to hers, the green of them impossibly vibrant, lit with something that matches the sensation throbbing through his chest and pooling again low in his body in an instant, fuelling the way he moves. He braces one hand beneath her, cradling her back as though she’s something fragile. The other roams, mapping Aerith in ways no chart could capture. He runs his palm along the side of her chest, the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip, the soft, trembling expanse of her thigh.
Soon enough, even the thin barrier of air left between them is too much. Tseng draws her leg higher over his hip as he angles his body to hers, a slow, rolling motion that lets him slide deeper. He presses a series of searing, open-mouthed kisses against Aerith’s skin. The rhythm he sets is unhurried but consuming, rocking his thrusts into her. ]
[ To Aerith, it feels like every cell in her body is keyed up, hyperfocused on each detail and sensation, unwilling to let herself miss a single thing that passes between them. For all her heart pounds while they kiss, it's eclipsed in a heartbeat in the wake of that giddy, heady, swoop low in her stomach when his breath warms against the crook of her neck while the hard press of his cock achingly close to where she wants him most sets her awareness alight. She turns her head, hiding her face in the silk of his hair
His hips lift, and the first twinges of pleasure that roll through her as he sinks into her makes her gasp, the hand on his back pressing flat, holding him to her as her thighs tighten around him, seemingly trying to obliterate every last trace of space between their bodies. The sound of his name follows the sound of hers, soft and sweet, like he's everything she could ever want, and she's been kept waiting a painfully long time. Watching him through half-closed eyes as he lifts his head and meets her gaze, the color clinging to the apples of her cheeks goes a darker shade of pink, the dazed smile on her parted, kiss-swollen lips deepening, the portrait of astonished exhilaration. Both hands brush his hair out of his face as he moves over her, his draw too strong to deny, urging her to half sit up so she can meet that kiss halfway.
A soft gasp is stifled against his mouth as she feels him move, her own hips tipping forward, finding the right degree of tilt that allows her to roll up and meet his thrusts with the same eagerness she kisses him with. It's only once she's breathless that Aerith draws away, and even then it's minimal, just far enough to catch her breath and whisper his name while close enough to let her lips brush against his as she does.
As if saying it drove some point home for her, Aerith's arm wraps around his back, possessive and almost dizzy with delight as she holds him closer, the slick walls of her cunt trembling in time with her racing pulse, holding onto him with everything, wrapping around him as she gives herself over to the moment. ]
[ 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: 2024-12-04 09:40 pm (UTC)His mind, usually sharp and calculating, is occupied with unfamiliar thoughts: how long she's been watching him like this, how much she's memorized of him in ways he hadn't realized until now. He's spent years cataloging every detail of her—small, imperceptible things—but never with the awareness that not all of those details were meant for a report, or for professional detachment. Once or twice, he's seen her asleep, but the difference between then and now haunts him more than he expected.
Now the smooth glide of her skin against his ignites a quiet ache. Aerith's warmth in turn seeps deep, settling in places he didn't realize had grown cold. She fits too easily and perfectly against him, and it stirs a deep satisfaction within him. A low sound rumbles in Tseng's throat.
His free hand shifts to the small of her back, and his fingers trace up the length of her spine, ready to commit each subtle dip and curve to memory in a way that has nothing to do with duty. Tseng presses lightly, pulling her closer, letting her feel the growing tension in his body. ]
Aerith... [ Her name slips past his lips, almost like a confession. The muted glow cast across the room drapes over Aerith's skin, the morning held at bay by the gentle sway of her breathing. Tseng pauses just below her shoulder blades. ]
How long have you been looking at me like that?
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Date: 2024-12-10 03:49 am (UTC)He's as lean and strong to the touch as he looks, and her chest feels almost uncomfortably tight in the wake of all the affectionate warmth that seeps through it. After a moment spent flush against him and still enough to take in all the places they fit so well together, Aerith tilts her head up and lets her lips brush against his jaw, doing her best not to grin over the contact when his question shocks a laugh out of her. ]
Shouldn't you know that already? Tonight's the only time you were asleep while I looked. You couldn't have missed it every other time! [ And in the wake of his asking, Aerith can't deny that it's been many times indeed. ]
It's been a while. [ She declares gently after a moment of consideration as she draws back enough to steal a look up at his face. ] What about you, Tseng?
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Date: 2024-12-10 11:48 pm (UTC)Tseng’s fingers touch the salted ends of her hair. His role has always demanded vigilance and restraint, but now he knows that the latter was never entirely honest. The way Aerith has changed over the years—grown into her womanhood—hasn’t gone unnoticed. Meanwhile, he’s seen and heard her laugh a dozen times, but never felt it so intently against his own skin. When she laughs he can’t help but still tighten his grip on her, his body reacts instinctively to the sound.
Tseng’s mind pulls back to every time he has watched her watch him. Was it just a consequence of noticing each other? He lingers where her waist curves under his hand. His thumb sweeps in a slow, deliberate arc beneath her breast. ]
I’ve always watched you. [ The dull explanation of his job. This isn’t what she means, though. Instead of stalling: ] Something changed that I wasn’t prepared for. Does that make sense?
[ He watches her through half-lidded eyes, sharp but softened in ways only she can manage. She should know... it’s harder to stop looking than she thinks. ]
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Date: 2024-12-17 04:43 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-12-17 10:52 pm (UTC)Beneath half-lidded eyes, Tseng feels the thin calluses on her fingertips on his face. He has seen her work in gloves when stripping thorns or handling cuttings that ooze staining sap, and again other times when she wouldn’t wear them. He, instead, never puts his bare hands on anything or anyone while at work.
Aerith’s arm wedges his fingers between it and the side of her chest, heavy where her trace along his jawline is light. He’s sure that her thumb ghosts at his bottom lip.
Tseng tilts his chin down and at that angle gives Aerith the plain view of something both possessive and tender flitting across his features, at her nomination. The idea of holding her like this and keeping her near is startling and an undeniable want. Their relationship has become a paradox overnight.
Not only against his chest but past her clavicle, where his other hand slides up the side of her neck, he can feel Aerith’s heart beating. Behind her ear, his fingers dip into the roots of her hair and cradle her at the nape when she leans up along the pillow. Tseng’s mouth opens, his tongue warms against hers. Under the shared cover, his thigh presses firmly next to and would slip between hers. ]
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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.
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Date: 2024-12-22 08:45 pm (UTC)Tseng breaks the deluge of kisses, but only barely. ] Aerith... [ It’s soft and velvety to say without admonishment or warning or, in further depths, even concern attached. His voice is low, rough, and edged with the need to have her name on it. And his eyes are sharp and intent. She doesn’t know what she’s asking of him, or perhaps she does... She surely does. The kiss he returns to her is searing, possessive, a declaration of everything he’s been holding back in exchange for hundreds of hers.
Aerith, too, is in possession of him. She pulls him close by the hair and entraps him between her thighs, contracting any millimeter of space still gaping between them. Tseng’s breath shudders. She must feel him growing hard against her.
He answers her plea with action instead of hesitation. He pulls his hand out of her hair and slides his thumb back down her throat and to her breast. Squeezing hardly, her skin still dents in the shape of his fingertips. Keeping her beneath his palm other side, he runs it from her chest to her back, to the small of it, and to her buttock. And lower still. Slipping between her legs and his thigh, Tseng’s long fingers pass by her entrance. ]
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Date: 2024-12-30 05:33 am (UTC)For years, she's found her ways to take more for herself. At first it was her way of undermining Shinra, of flexing what she had of muscle and finding ways to remind them that her compliance is a luxury, not a given. She could make every shift a nightmare for everyone assigned to tail her, but she doesn't. While Aerith might have felt a bit magnanimous about that at times, it's undermined spectacularly by all the looking she just admitted to doing, and the warm desire that rises through her as her awareness follows his hands as they curve over her backside before slipping low enough to graze her outer folds. Her inner thighs tremble against his hips, tightening around them when his other hand cups her breast, kneading firmly enough to send a pang of want working through her.
The heat of his body pulls at her like a magnet, keeping one hand tangled in his hair – too drawn to touching it after years of wondering what it would be like to stop now – the other finds his shoulders, his chest, his side, mapping him as she revels in this newfound closeness. Just like always, Aerith finds that everything she gets is still not enough. Reality will come for them sooner or later, she just wants to make sure they both have a damn fine reason for staying away from it.
Angling her hips as she arches up, Aerith presses against him, letting the hard weight of his shaft graze over where she wants to feel him most as she lets herself grind against him. ]
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Date: 2025-01-01 07:28 pm (UTC)The deliberate grind of her hips steals a guttural sound from Tseng’s throat. That small movement is his undoing. He’s no Turk in this moment; just a man consumed by the woman in his arms. His lips slide away from her mouth to nudge her jaw, before seeping into the crook of her neck where her pulse flutters wildly against his tongue. In a display of patience now followed by impatience, Tseng shifts his hips, and his cock aligns with the heat between Aerith’s thighs. He feels everything around him narrow to a single point—her. His breath catches, sharp and audible, landing against her collarbone as she surrounds him with her tight, yielding warmth. Her name escapes him as though it’s the only word he knows anymore.
Tseng’s eyes lift to hers, the green of them impossibly vibrant, lit with something that matches the sensation throbbing through his chest and pooling again low in his body in an instant, fuelling the way he moves. He braces one hand beneath her, cradling her back as though she’s something fragile. The other roams, mapping Aerith in ways no chart could capture. He runs his palm along the side of her chest, the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip, the soft, trembling expanse of her thigh.
Soon enough, even the thin barrier of air left between them is too much. Tseng draws her leg higher over his hip as he angles his body to hers, a slow, rolling motion that lets him slide deeper. He presses a series of searing, open-mouthed kisses against Aerith’s skin. The rhythm he sets is unhurried but consuming, rocking his thrusts into her. ]
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Date: 2025-01-15 02:57 am (UTC)His hips lift, and the first twinges of pleasure that roll through her as he sinks into her makes her gasp, the hand on his back pressing flat, holding him to her as her thighs tighten around him, seemingly trying to obliterate every last trace of space between their bodies. The sound of his name follows the sound of hers, soft and sweet, like he's everything she could ever want, and she's been kept waiting a painfully long time. Watching him through half-closed eyes as he lifts his head and meets her gaze, the color clinging to the apples of her cheeks goes a darker shade of pink, the dazed smile on her parted, kiss-swollen lips deepening, the portrait of astonished exhilaration. Both hands brush his hair out of his face as he moves over her, his draw too strong to deny, urging her to half sit up so she can meet that kiss halfway.
A soft gasp is stifled against his mouth as she feels him move, her own hips tipping forward, finding the right degree of tilt that allows her to roll up and meet his thrusts with the same eagerness she kisses him with. It's only once she's breathless that Aerith draws away, and even then it's minimal, just far enough to catch her breath and whisper his name while close enough to let her lips brush against his as she does.
As if saying it drove some point home for her, Aerith's arm wraps around his back, possessive and almost dizzy with delight as she holds him closer, the slick walls of her cunt trembling in time with her racing pulse, holding onto him with everything, wrapping around him as she gives herself over to the moment. ]
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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. ]