Aerith almost loses her hold on the mirror she's so eager to touch more of Balthier, her hand still tight on his hip as she shudders through her orgasm. Her back arches up, pressing her body to his as his hands move to cover her breasts, whimpering his name as he climaxes and fills her with his release.

Breathing hard in the aftermath Aerith's head turns when she feels the brush of his cheek against hers. Leaning back enough that she can nuzzle the side of his face. "Oh my love," she murmurs fondly against his skin before she lifts her head so she can kiss his temple.

"We're going to have such a good afternoon," Aerith adds warmly, shifting her hips and rocking against him ever so gently.