Eyes fluttering closed, Aerith turns her face towards him and tucks her chin, pressing kisses to the top of his head as she basks in the warmth of his lips on her throat. They do need to unwind from one another and go back to the Strahl at some point but, not yet, this all feels too perfect for her to want to move anywhere.

A thrill runs through her body when he suggests doing more of this again, leaving her shifting her hips against him slightly, her body moving without thinking in response to the idea. "I want to find something better to call you than my servant. My beloved maybe."