He freezes for a moment, discomfort flashing across his face as buried memories come unwanted. His father, mostly, a few bad lovers, the constant refrain of having to earn what he foolishly thought should be his: simple affection, exchanges already enacted, touch.
His fingers graze the collar at his neck, feeling suddenly trapped, but the soft fabric grounds him. Just a game. Aerith would never be fickle like that. She couldn't. It wasn't in her nature.
So why did something feel--off. And exciting at the same time.
This isn't the time or place, and the other part of him is itching to earn her praise, itching to be allowed to touch her, itching to not waste this. All this crosses his mind in a few seconds, and he puts on his best pirate's grin, returning his hands to undress her more deliberately, sure this unease will pass. It has to.
"How shall I earn it?" he asks demurely, as much to reassure himself as to continue the game.
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Date: 2023-08-10 04:10 pm (UTC)His fingers graze the collar at his neck, feeling suddenly trapped, but the soft fabric grounds him. Just a game. Aerith would never be fickle like that. She couldn't. It wasn't in her nature.
So why did something feel--off. And exciting at the same time.
This isn't the time or place, and the other part of him is itching to earn her praise, itching to be allowed to touch her, itching to not waste this. All this crosses his mind in a few seconds, and he puts on his best pirate's grin, returning his hands to undress her more deliberately, sure this unease will pass. It has to.
"How shall I earn it?" he asks demurely, as much to reassure himself as to continue the game.