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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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."