[that is the thing, isn't it. aerith is very loving and open and gives a lot of herself to people, but in certain ways she's also very selfish. like right now. right now she's extremely selfish, chasing fast after the overwhelming pleasure his fingers are delivering and her own arousal driving her to touch him and bring him up to speed. there's a swallow, suddenly far too aware of the way she kind of wants to get her mouth on him, too, but again. one thing at a time.
it's still cute the way he's trying to hold himself back, but she doesn't get to think too much on it before his mouth is back on hers. it's a proper kiss, and while usually she isn't as deeply affected by bites (she likes them, and they're nice, but they don't make her insane), this time his teeth meet her mouth and there's another louder sound lost there. it's the combination of his teeth and of his hand and maybe she's going to actually regret teaching cloud how to do this because he's getting too powerful with figuring out how to crook his fingers just right, angle his thumb to tease and circle her clit just so, and allow the rest of his pal to massage and drag over her. she's far too aware of the way she's trembling, kind of a sensory overload but in a way that says she wants him to keep going. her fingers are still scratching and digging into the open back area of his dress, right into his skin, and in the haze of it all she suddenly realizes she's extremely close.
which, like, she's fine with. if she has her way, this won't be a one-time performance. instead, what she does is move her hand a little faster, but sloppier, losing her focus a little while clamping around his fingers with each push in to cause the pull to drag and touch over every bump and ridge inside. she's still trying to keep up with the kiss, too, but with the way his hand's moving faster it means that's also getting a little sloppy and he gets to hear fragments of his name, and pleas to not stop, and finally, the lowpoint: outright begging.]
Cloud. [lost somewhere against his mouth and against his cheek.] Keep...I'm...oh my god.
[okay. well. maybe she has lost all coherent thought and has been reduced to a panting, squirming mess of a girlfriend trying to chase after the thing she wants most right now. but the emotional feedback is off the scales with want, a little desperation and just. copious amounts of something pleased and greedy and honestly if this is what she's like just from his hand they're kind of in trouble when she convinces him to take it a step further. but they're not quite there yet.]
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it's still cute the way he's trying to hold himself back, but she doesn't get to think too much on it before his mouth is back on hers. it's a proper kiss, and while usually she isn't as deeply affected by bites (she likes them, and they're nice, but they don't make her insane), this time his teeth meet her mouth and there's another louder sound lost there. it's the combination of his teeth and of his hand and maybe she's going to actually regret teaching cloud how to do this because he's getting too powerful with figuring out how to crook his fingers just right, angle his thumb to tease and circle her clit just so, and allow the rest of his pal to massage and drag over her. she's far too aware of the way she's trembling, kind of a sensory overload but in a way that says she wants him to keep going. her fingers are still scratching and digging into the open back area of his dress, right into his skin, and in the haze of it all she suddenly realizes she's extremely close.
which, like, she's fine with. if she has her way, this won't be a one-time performance. instead, what she does is move her hand a little faster, but sloppier, losing her focus a little while clamping around his fingers with each push in to cause the pull to drag and touch over every bump and ridge inside. she's still trying to keep up with the kiss, too, but with the way his hand's moving faster it means that's also getting a little sloppy and he gets to hear fragments of his name, and pleas to not stop, and finally, the lowpoint: outright begging.]
Cloud. [lost somewhere against his mouth and against his cheek.] Keep...I'm...oh my god.
[okay. well. maybe she has lost all coherent thought and has been reduced to a panting, squirming mess of a girlfriend trying to chase after the thing she wants most right now. but the emotional feedback is off the scales with want, a little desperation and just. copious amounts of something pleased and greedy and honestly if this is what she's like just from his hand they're kind of in trouble when she convinces him to take it a step further. but they're not quite there yet.]