He calls her by her name, and her heart feels like it could burst from how happy the sound makes her. This could be hers, he could be hers. Not because of power or as a wartime power move, but because they want each other. Because there's a variety of happiness that blooms between them that isn't anywhere else in the world.
Aerith isn't sure she's ever had that before, and when he kisses her and calls her his, she doesn't know if she would be able to be without it. The hand on his cheek holds him in that kiss for a long moment before skimming up, her fingers combing through his hair as the quiet, pleased noises she pulls from him drive her on.
"My Balthier," she whispers against his lips after drawing back just far enough to catch her breath, his name warm in her mouth, the memory of the way he left her breathless and crying out in bliss on her birthday searing through her thoughts. Her thighs tense against his hips as her mouth captures his again, the hand not tangled in his hair reaching down to pull the tie of her dressing gown open. He had left her wanting so much more that night and filled with the certainty that she wanted to feel him everywhere. That notion returns with fire behind it, drumming up her courage even as she feels the fabric of his robe slide off one shoulder, exposing her flushed skin to the open air.
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Date: 2023-03-04 09:38 pm (UTC)Aerith isn't sure she's ever had that before, and when he kisses her and calls her his, she doesn't know if she would be able to be without it. The hand on his cheek holds him in that kiss for a long moment before skimming up, her fingers combing through his hair as the quiet, pleased noises she pulls from him drive her on.
"My Balthier," she whispers against his lips after drawing back just far enough to catch her breath, his name warm in her mouth, the memory of the way he left her breathless and crying out in bliss on her birthday searing through her thoughts. Her thighs tense against his hips as her mouth captures his again, the hand not tangled in his hair reaching down to pull the tie of her dressing gown open. He had left her wanting so much more that night and filled with the certainty that she wanted to feel him everywhere. That notion returns with fire behind it, drumming up her courage even as she feels the fabric of his robe slide off one shoulder, exposing her flushed skin to the open air.