"Flower of life," she repeats, the tone of his voice making her shiver almost as much as the brush of his lips against her thigh. Aerith hums thoughtfully before she gives the chain of gems a light pull, parting her legs and moving to usher him closer.
"You're always so good at cherishing me." Her voice is a warm purr, but the words are sincere. Nobody's ever loved her quite like Balthier, and even though she knows they're playing around right now - no matter how the heat that works its way through her might suggest otherwise - she can feel his devotion to her, and it's beautiful.
"And you know how much I enjoy your oldest trick."
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Date: 2023-06-09 03:23 am (UTC)"You're always so good at cherishing me." Her voice is a warm purr, but the words are sincere. Nobody's ever loved her quite like Balthier, and even though she knows they're playing around right now - no matter how the heat that works its way through her might suggest otherwise - she can feel his devotion to her, and it's beautiful.
"And you know how much I enjoy your oldest trick."