Watching his face in the mirror, she feels the brush of his head against her entrance as he moves to align their bodies and has to fight the urge to let her eyes close and get momentarily lost in the sensation, wanting to take in his expression as he slowly drives into her.

"You're the only one," Aerith breathes, reaching back to grasp at his hips as she moves back against him, urging him deeper into her heat with a soft moan. "Balthier," she whimpers his name, rocking against him urgently, the desire quietly building through her throughout this adventure flares into pleasure.

"I like seeing you," she smiles, the passion in her expression softening briefly into something more tender before she cries out softly and rocks against him a little faster than before, returning the heated glint to her eye. "I'll think about how beautiful you look when you come while you fuck me with your fingers at the cafe after this."