Lay back - just the words and the implication they carry is enough to send another pleasant shiver rolling down her spine, the way he carefully parts her folds as he said it pulling a gasp from her as she follows his lead and reclines again. Her mind reels as he gives her so much to take in she's left not knowing what to focus on first. The look on his face as he touches her so gently is more beautiful than she can ever remember him looking before, and the delicate way he touches her makes her heart want to burst with how much she adores him for it. He's so careful with her without making it seem like he's taking great pains to be so - like it's natural like he's always been meant to touch her this way.
"Balthier," his name comes in a rush of breath when she feels him sink into her that first little bit, and a flash of awkwardness yields over to an electric kind of fullness that sends warm waves of pleasure through her.
"My Balthier," she repeats in an adoring whisper, her arms wrapping around him the moment he leans over her to kiss her, the motion of his hips drawing a moan from her. One of her hands cradles his face as she's caught between the strange, beautiful problem of only being able to kiss him, and only wanting to watch his perfect face while they share this new, wonderful development between them. Her legs wrap around his hips as he starts to move against her, and she works to find the right way to angle her body to feel as much of him driving into her as she can.
"I've never-" Aerith begins between kisses that manage to be gentle and ravenous at the same time. "I've never loved anything as much as I love you."
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Date: 2023-03-07 03:30 am (UTC)"Balthier," his name comes in a rush of breath when she feels him sink into her that first little bit, and a flash of awkwardness yields over to an electric kind of fullness that sends warm waves of pleasure through her.
"My Balthier," she repeats in an adoring whisper, her arms wrapping around him the moment he leans over her to kiss her, the motion of his hips drawing a moan from her. One of her hands cradles his face as she's caught between the strange, beautiful problem of only being able to kiss him, and only wanting to watch his perfect face while they share this new, wonderful development between them. Her legs wrap around his hips as he starts to move against her, and she works to find the right way to angle her body to feel as much of him driving into her as she can.
"I've never-" Aerith begins between kisses that manage to be gentle and ravenous at the same time. "I've never loved anything as much as I love you."