For all this thrills her - especially when he tells her he likes this game they're playing - the contentment and happiness that comes from being wrapped up in his arms makes any amount of lust seem very pale in comparison. They're both still feeling out the edges of this situation and what shape this dynamic between them will take - if it ever settles on one at all even, Aerith likes that they can play with it affectionately.
Humming lightly as she tilts her head forward, as much to give him room to lace her dress for her as it is to allow him to keep kissing the back of her neck. "I think I'd like that too," she starts softly, thoughtfully. "You spoiling me and being mine when we're alone in our rooms is almost as appealing as our plan for today." More than almost, if the teasing smirk on her face when she looks over her shoulder at him is any indication.
Aerith smooths her hands down the front of her dress and turns to face him. She extends her hands for him to take as she steps back, leading them both towards the door and out of the shop. "Come on, I want to find a little table in the back of the cafe's garden, and tease you all afternoon."
He likes that too. There's so much that he'd never dreamed he'd be willing to test or explore, but with her it's easy to trust, easy to jump and know she'll either catch him or help patch him up. And it's wonderful.
So he gives a few more kisses than needed, affectionate more than teasing, his fingers slow and deliberate as he laces her garment.
"Alone in our rooms, you can draw out my resolve for longer," he murmurs against her skin, that deep odd pang of desire stirring again. "And I can endeavor to make you scream with pleasure." He would tease here, but he didn't want her to lose that privacy if she didn't want it. Buried in their rooms, though--
She turns around, and he catches her face, eyes taking her in like when they first started to admit their feelings. Has she always been so beautiful? He takes her hand warmly, biting his lip at the reminder. "And if I exceed your expectations? What reward will you give me, my lady?"
It's huskier than he intends, and not something he really thought about, but it feels heady, wanting, another twist in this game.
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Humming lightly as she tilts her head forward, as much to give him room to lace her dress for her as it is to allow him to keep kissing the back of her neck. "I think I'd like that too," she starts softly, thoughtfully. "You spoiling me and being mine when we're alone in our rooms is almost as appealing as our plan for today." More than almost, if the teasing smirk on her face when she looks over her shoulder at him is any indication.
Aerith smooths her hands down the front of her dress and turns to face him. She extends her hands for him to take as she steps back, leading them both towards the door and out of the shop. "Come on, I want to find a little table in the back of the cafe's garden, and tease you all afternoon."
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So he gives a few more kisses than needed, affectionate more than teasing, his fingers slow and deliberate as he laces her garment.
"Alone in our rooms, you can draw out my resolve for longer," he murmurs against her skin, that deep odd pang of desire stirring again. "And I can endeavor to make you scream with pleasure." He would tease here, but he didn't want her to lose that privacy if she didn't want it. Buried in their rooms, though--
She turns around, and he catches her face, eyes taking her in like when they first started to admit their feelings. Has she always been so beautiful? He takes her hand warmly, biting his lip at the reminder. "And if I exceed your expectations? What reward will you give me, my lady?"
It's huskier than he intends, and not something he really thought about, but it feels heady, wanting, another twist in this game.