She groans petulantly when he tells her he needs to get up, detangling her limbs from around him as she plants another series of lingering kisses against his lips, a giddy part of her musing over how
"Hurry back." As he moves out of bed she finds herself rolling to the side after him, watching him retreat to the bathroom with a wide grin on her face. Once Balthier's out of sight Aerith flops back onto her back, covering the jubilant look on her face as she shimmies left and right for a moment, lost to her excitement.
It's the thought that she isn't sure if she's supposed to get dressed again that brings her back to reality, and as she glances around the room she catches sight of his dresser - the undresser. The sight gets a laugh out of her, and she forgets about her worries, instead doing what she can to tame back her hair before tossing the dressing gown off the bed and onto a chair.
Aerith fluffs the blankets as she slips back between them, hair smoothed and still undressed. When he returns she's sitting up, greeting him with the same happy smile she wore when he left.
"So," she tilts her head towards the dresser. "It works I guess."
It’s surreal to come back out and see her grinning at him from his bed. Natural, like she’s always belonged there. He retrieves the towel he’d abandoned to toss on the floor, but paused at her comment halfway into bed, following her gaze.
Then he shakes his head, sliding in next to her and wrapping around her, sighing despite himself at the pleasure of just feeling her skin against his. “Mmm I suppose it does. I wouldn’t know — you’re the only person I’ve brought up here.”
Once Balthier returns to bed, Aerith is quick to wrap her arms around him, first snuggling up to his side as he settles before shifting around so that she can comfortably drape over his chest and smile down at him, flushing giddily when he tells her that he hasn't brought anyone else to his quarters like this.
She's come to realize that most of his reputation isn't accurate, but she knows that unlike her, she's not his first. Still, knowing she's at least the first to be with him here makes her heart swell happily.
"I'm a very lucky lady," she says softly, ducking down to kiss first his shoulder before dusting a trail across his collarbone.
Balthier hadn't really let himself have an expectation for how Aerith would treat him after coupling, or gods, after admitting love, but it certainly wasn't the giddy way she snuggles against him then rolls onto him, continuing to shower him with attention and affection.
Which, when he reflects later, he'll realize was entirely absurd. Aerith doesn't hide her feelings, doesn't hold back, and he adores that.
As she kisses his collarbone, he hums, running his hand affectionately over her shoulder and down her back, tracing the dips in her skin. "That makes two of us."
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"Hurry back." As he moves out of bed she finds herself rolling to the side after him, watching him retreat to the bathroom with a wide grin on her face. Once Balthier's out of sight Aerith flops back onto her back, covering the jubilant look on her face as she shimmies left and right for a moment, lost to her excitement.
It's the thought that she isn't sure if she's supposed to get dressed again that brings her back to reality, and as she glances around the room she catches sight of his dresser - the undresser. The sight gets a laugh out of her, and she forgets about her worries, instead doing what she can to tame back her hair before tossing the dressing gown off the bed and onto a chair.
Aerith fluffs the blankets as she slips back between them, hair smoothed and still undressed. When he returns she's sitting up, greeting him with the same happy smile she wore when he left.
"So," she tilts her head towards the dresser. "It works I guess."
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Then he shakes his head, sliding in next to her and wrapping around her, sighing despite himself at the pleasure of just feeling her skin against his. “Mmm I suppose it does. I wouldn’t know — you’re the only person I’ve brought up here.”
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She's come to realize that most of his reputation isn't accurate, but she knows that unlike her, she's not his first. Still, knowing she's at least the first to be with him here makes her heart swell happily.
"I'm a very lucky lady," she says softly, ducking down to kiss first his shoulder before dusting a trail across his collarbone.
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Which, when he reflects later, he'll realize was entirely absurd. Aerith doesn't hide her feelings, doesn't hold back, and he adores that.
As she kisses his collarbone, he hums, running his hand affectionately over her shoulder and down her back, tracing the dips in her skin. "That makes two of us."