[he's not wrong, aerith likes watching him try things. this is definitely in that department, and even though she doesn't have to move she helps just a little. the manhandling is a thing she's enjoying, and that's probably the least shocking thing now that she thinks about it. unsurprising to no one, the underwear match the dress, a faint wet spot on the front that she should be embarrassed about but mostly gives them an impassive look before hooking both of her arms back around his shoulders and settling over his lap again.]
Practice as much as you want. [which is a thing to say, given the way her lips are parted and she's breathing a little heavier while waiting in anticipation for his fingers to move again. the dress is covering her but the fabric is slightly sheer, enough that he might be able to see the outline of his own hand but he's mostly going at it blind. his dress is covering him, too, but she does not bother hiding the fact her eyes shift to drop to his lap before gravitating to his hand. proceed.]
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Practice as much as you want. [which is a thing to say, given the way her lips are parted and she's breathing a little heavier while waiting in anticipation for his fingers to move again. the dress is covering her but the fabric is slightly sheer, enough that he might be able to see the outline of his own hand but he's mostly going at it blind. his dress is covering him, too, but she does not bother hiding the fact her eyes shift to drop to his lap before gravitating to his hand. proceed.]