"I think I could be quite a tease," she says thoughtfully, using her free hand to guide one of his to her stomach trailing it upwards to her breast while her hand works back down the length of his shaft, the pad of her thumb gently tracing over the soft weight of his balls.
Her teeth drag over his neck, biting down roughly before sucking and licking at the spot her teeth dug into, leaving a light mark just below his new collar. "I'd like to see how many times you can make me come," Aerith murmurs, her body tingling as she lets her thoughts run away with her mouth.
"I'm going to let you bend me over and fuck me in here, then, once you dress us, I'll take you to that cafe I mentioned earlier, and you'll pleasure me under the table." She lifts her head to look at him, her cheeks flushed but her smile intent and devious as her eyes settle on his.
"Once we're back on the ship, I'll expect you to fuck me again, of course."
While he may still hesitant to break her rules, he's more than happy to return her affections when she guides his hand across her stomach. He takes over, lightly tracing the curve of her breast before circling her nipple, eyelids fluttering as her thumb skims over his sack.
This is hardly different from having her in their bedroom, lavishing each other in sensory stimulation.
He has to stifle a yelp at the bite on his neck, his moan low. His fingers dig into her breast, and the other hand moves to massage her ass. He shudders at the scenario she lies out, entranced and nervous all at once, but thankful that she ends it with a promise to have him at home.
"Hard to believe you -- hngh -- were the virgin when we met," he murmurs. "Are you sure you can handle keeping quiet if I take you from behind?"
He's settling down, though, even as his cock is throbbing with want. Having her tell him exactly what she wants is alluring.
He manages to shift in her hold, kissing up the trunk of her neck and nipping at her ear. "You're going to be so exhausted and languid against me when this is all done," he breathes. "You may sleep all day."
"Are you sure you'll be able to keep quiet?" She teases in response, nuzzling his skin affectionately while her hand continues to stroke his length, enjoying the feel of how hard he is against her palm.
His hand moves over her ass and she tips her hips back to press against his touch, the thought of feeling his hands everywhere making the desire building through her flare needily.
"You'll be sleeping and spent beside me, my beloved." Aerith steps back with a grin, moving away from his touch and releasing her hold on his cock, taking his hand instead as she tugs him forward, letting him go once they're close enough to the large mirror beside the bench holding his clothes.
She stills beside it, resting a hand against the frame, and raises her eyebrows at him. "I want you to fuck me in front of it, so we can watch."
"I suspect you won't make it easy," he purrs, heart full with her nuzzling affections and the way her hips respond to him. His own are aching to rock against her.
"I will, my love. I will wrap you in my arms and keep you with me until we're so hungry I need to call down for food. I imagine we'll be ravenous, too." The thought trails off though, following her lead. He breathes in sharply, cock somehow growing even harder.
"Yes," he rasps, leaning in to kiss her neck, eyes lifting to meet hers in the mirror as his hands wrap around her. There's a mirror in their room, but it's small and on the vanity, not angled well for this. He loves being able to see her, and he loves being able to see them together. His hands rove over her, one going to massage her breast again, the other trailing down her stomach to tease at her clit. As he works, he shifts closer to her, cock hard against the cheeks of her ass. "You're so beautiful."
Keeping hold of either side of the mirror, and grateful it's mounted to the wall, Aerith feels heat flaring through her as she moves, arching her hips back and bending slightly, pushing her ass towards Balthier, the hard brush of his cock against her skin making her whimper slightly. Shifting against his hands, her thighs move further apart giving his hand enough space as it moves down her stomach, parting her folds and seeking out her clit.
"I love you so much more than I thought possible," she pants, shifting against his hand, aware that she's already slick from teasing him before. Reaching behind her, Aerith gently grips Balthier's hip, trying to pull him closer. "Can you feel how wet I am? I want you inside me my beloved."
Whatever it was in him that was raw and tender continues to quiet as she so readily seeks him out and showers him with affection. Affection and -- want. Exclusive want. He is not here because he is something to play with; he is here because he is her beloved.
"I love that I'm the only one who has done this for you," he murmurs. "And I want to keep falling in love with you and pleasuring you for the rest of our lives." He moves her hand away only to line himself up, breath jagged at how wet and hot she is, even more ragged as he catches sight of both their faces in the mirror. He reaches forward, tangling his fingers in her hair, the other sliding down her spine to the swell of her ass.
"We should get a mirror near our bed," he says. "I like seeing you."
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."
For all her making him wait, she rocks against him so readily, moaning the moment he touches her. He breathes out, watching her beautiful face. Still his Aerith. Still his love. Nothing has changed.
It won't be until later, when he's calmed, that he notices he was even worried about that.
Right now, he's thoroughly enjoying easing into her and enjoying all the ways she reacts. When she reminds him she plans to have him please her publicly, though, he lets out a strangled moan, rocking faster against her.
"Want to show everyone I'm yours?" he rasps. "Or are you trying to find out how good of a poker face your pirate husband really has?"
He curls down to kiss against her back, biting at her flesh as he widens his stance. He comes back up just enough to find her face in the mirror again. "Stay quiet, my love," he says, mischief on his face, and he starts to fuck her deep and fast, his own cry startled and bit off best he can, fighting to keep his eyes on her, how stunning her body is as it moves, how beautiful they look together.
There's no time to respond to his latest tease when he shifts his legs and gives her that smirk. Instead, she has to press her lips together to stop a loud moan as he speeds his thrusts, driving into her relentlessly, leaving her grasping the mirror's frame, her face flushed as she watches him in the mirror, visibly fighting off another cry.
"Oh you're perfect, you're perfect." Aerith manages in a breathless whisper, keeping hold of his hip as her nails dig into his skin, as she feels herself tightening around his cock.
Her eyes widen in the mirror gasping as her orgasm starts to move through her, urging her to rock back faster against him and push him past his own breaking point. "Come for me," she whimpers before shuddering against him as her climax overtakes her.
Balthier often thinks he can't be any more attracted to his wife, and then they try something new and he's amazed that this can go deeper. Right now, seeing her below him, struggling to keep her cries of pleasure down and feeling her dig into his skin, he has to bite back the sounds threatening to escape him.
"I love you," he gasps, fighting the way his eyelids want to close. He wants to watch her through all of this, cement how hungry and gorgeous and pleased she is in his mind. "Gods, Aerith, I love you."
He feels her climax begin, her walls tightening around him and he puts on a last burst of speed, strangled groans of pleasure overcoming him. She tells him to come, and it's like she has a spell over him, the white hot tingling wracking his body as if it were and order. He curls down, hands finding her breasts and squeezing her too him as he finishes.
Panting, he kisses her back, laying his cheek against her hot skin as the sound of their breath mingles in the still air of the dressing room.
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.
"Are we not already?" he teases her, breathless, but he's so happy to hold her to him and enjoy the ways she still reaches for him. He can't think too hard about where they are, or what else she's told him he's going to do, or he'll start to lose his nerve. But he's -- enjoying it, too. It's exciting, and terrifying, and he loves that he can walk that line with her.
"For all my reputation, I've never done anything like this," he admits, rocking his hips gently back and chasing a shuddering sigh from both of them. "You are an adventure."
But, they can't stay here all day, and now that the heat of the moment is passing, he's more aware of that. "Are we wearing our new things?" He feels his stomach flip at asking, like it's somehow scandalous to do that in public, even though she's asked him to do something much more explicit, and the clothes themselves are, if attention grabbing, not improper.
It's such an odd feeling - she feels like she's winging this and not at the same time. If it wasn't for the way he's always made her feel so safe, Aerith might have been brave enough to lean into these ideas as strongly as she has. The thought leaves her grinning as she slips his cock out of her and turns around in his arms, her body cuddling against his as she nuzzles the bridge of her nose against his jaw.
"We're the adventure," she murmurs warmly, the grin on her face reflecting clearly in her voice. They do have plans she's very excited to pursue, even now on the heels of her orgasm, but Aerith lingers there, her body nestled snugly to his as it's been so many times before.
His question makes her stomach flutter as well, a little pang of want stirring low in her body. "We are. That's what they're for." Aerith leans up on the balls of her feet and rakes her teeth gently against his ear. "The dress has a nice high slit. You haven't forgotten what I told you to do, have you?"
He sighs, breathing into her hair as she cuddles into him. "We certainly are," he agrees, low and reverent. "I'm hardly the person I was when we met." That was her doing, and he loved it. Looking back, he'd been so stuck and lonely and angry when he'd taken that job, and no idea about any of it. She'd been the escape route he hadn't even known he needed. Except it wasn't escapism, wasn't running away. It was...deeper. More grounded. Like he was living his real life.
Which, admittedly, he hadn't expected to include kinky sex in a changing room, but -- he liked that too.
He moans a little louder than he means as she tugs at his ear with her teeth. He's nervous, he realizes, to dress like that in public, to touch her in public -- but he's hot with desire, too, curiosity and want.
"How could I forget?" he purrs back, sliding one hand to skim her slick outer folds and briefly tease her clit. "I don't think you'll be able to stay quiet, though, and we may not be able to show our faces here for a long time."
He lets her go, wanting to leave her aching for him, and wanting to let himself cool down. He begins to dress in the fine fabric, heart pounding. He feels like he's getting away with something, like he shouldn't be wearing this. And then his hands hit the choker she's gotten him. "This too?"
He knows she does, wants her to even, but some part of him wants to hear her say it again. He has no doubt as to the depth of their commitment to one another, but there's some thrill at being claimed so publicly and literally, and to whatever possessive game this is.
Aerith whimpers as his hand delves back between her thighs, teasing past the slick heat of her folds, finding her clit long enough to make her squirm. If he intended to leave her yearning, the ache left behind when his hand withdraws is evidence of his victory.
Even though she's the one who's laid out these mad rules for this new game they're playing, there's a nervousness hanging onto her too, as she changes into her new gown, forsaking the foundation garments that had been purchased along with it. Leaving her cunt exposed to the air, even beneath such a long gown is a thrill all on its own, a feeling that couples with the pang of desire that runs through her when Balthier asks about his collar, making her flush and bite her lip when she looks back to him.
"Of course," Aerith says softly, reaching out to gently touch the band of fabric around his throat, sounding so sure of herself despite the way her heart's racing. "You're mine today, aren't you?" Her eyes narrow playfully as she asks and draws herself up against him, leaning in to nuzzle his neck before she pulls away, turning again. "Fasten my dress for me."
There's something breathtaking about seeing her so thrilled and delirious, all while steering this. It reminds him of their early days, when they weren't quite courting, stolen too-intense kisses and bodies moving together despite their best efforts. Except this is deeper, richer.
He watches her dress, breath catching when she fails to put on undergarments. At the same time, he feels deeply everyday, having watched her dress a thousand times. Gods he loves her, and for a moment he always can't believe this is his wife.
When her hand comes to trace the choker at her neck, he catches her hand, sliding it up to kiss her pal. "I'm yours for life, my love," he reminds her. "But I like this game." He kisses her hair as she nuzzles him, arms curling around her. He almost doesn't want to let her step away.
His pulse quickens again, heat flaring. He likes her telling him what she wants. And it gives him the opportunity to look at her, kiss the back of her neck and run his fingers over her back before he follows that order. Some rogue part of him wonders what she would do if he broke the rules, but he's not sure this is the place to test it.
"I wouldn't mind doing this at home, too," her murmurs. Help her dress. Take orders. Play this game.
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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Date: 2023-08-15 02:28 am (UTC)Her teeth drag over his neck, biting down roughly before sucking and licking at the spot her teeth dug into, leaving a light mark just below his new collar. "I'd like to see how many times you can make me come," Aerith murmurs, her body tingling as she lets her thoughts run away with her mouth.
"I'm going to let you bend me over and fuck me in here, then, once you dress us, I'll take you to that cafe I mentioned earlier, and you'll pleasure me under the table." She lifts her head to look at him, her cheeks flushed but her smile intent and devious as her eyes settle on his.
"Once we're back on the ship, I'll expect you to fuck me again, of course."
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Date: 2023-08-15 10:44 pm (UTC)This is hardly different from having her in their bedroom, lavishing each other in sensory stimulation.
He has to stifle a yelp at the bite on his neck, his moan low. His fingers dig into her breast, and the other hand moves to massage her ass. He shudders at the scenario she lies out, entranced and nervous all at once, but thankful that she ends it with a promise to have him at home.
"Hard to believe you -- hngh -- were the virgin when we met," he murmurs. "Are you sure you can handle keeping quiet if I take you from behind?"
He's settling down, though, even as his cock is throbbing with want. Having her tell him exactly what she wants is alluring.
He manages to shift in her hold, kissing up the trunk of her neck and nipping at her ear. "You're going to be so exhausted and languid against me when this is all done," he breathes. "You may sleep all day."
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Date: 2023-08-16 01:59 am (UTC)His hand moves over her ass and she tips her hips back to press against his touch, the thought of feeling his hands everywhere making the desire building through her flare needily.
"You'll be sleeping and spent beside me, my beloved." Aerith steps back with a grin, moving away from his touch and releasing her hold on his cock, taking his hand instead as she tugs him forward, letting him go once they're close enough to the large mirror beside the bench holding his clothes.
She stills beside it, resting a hand against the frame, and raises her eyebrows at him. "I want you to fuck me in front of it, so we can watch."
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Date: 2023-08-16 03:50 am (UTC)"I will, my love. I will wrap you in my arms and keep you with me until we're so hungry I need to call down for food. I imagine we'll be ravenous, too." The thought trails off though, following her lead. He breathes in sharply, cock somehow growing even harder.
"Yes," he rasps, leaning in to kiss her neck, eyes lifting to meet hers in the mirror as his hands wrap around her. There's a mirror in their room, but it's small and on the vanity, not angled well for this. He loves being able to see her, and he loves being able to see them together. His hands rove over her, one going to massage her breast again, the other trailing down her stomach to tease at her clit. As he works, he shifts closer to her, cock hard against the cheeks of her ass. "You're so beautiful."
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Date: 2023-08-20 01:49 am (UTC)"I love you so much more than I thought possible," she pants, shifting against his hand, aware that she's already slick from teasing him before. Reaching behind her, Aerith gently grips Balthier's hip, trying to pull him closer. "Can you feel how wet I am? I want you inside me my beloved."
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Date: 2023-08-27 05:12 pm (UTC)"I love that I'm the only one who has done this for you," he murmurs. "And I want to keep falling in love with you and pleasuring you for the rest of our lives." He moves her hand away only to line himself up, breath jagged at how wet and hot she is, even more ragged as he catches sight of both their faces in the mirror. He reaches forward, tangling his fingers in her hair, the other sliding down her spine to the swell of her ass.
"We should get a mirror near our bed," he says. "I like seeing you."
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Date: 2023-08-28 03:03 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2023-08-30 12:56 am (UTC)It won't be until later, when he's calmed, that he notices he was even worried about that.
Right now, he's thoroughly enjoying easing into her and enjoying all the ways she reacts. When she reminds him she plans to have him please her publicly, though, he lets out a strangled moan, rocking faster against her.
"Want to show everyone I'm yours?" he rasps. "Or are you trying to find out how good of a poker face your pirate husband really has?"
He curls down to kiss against her back, biting at her flesh as he widens his stance. He comes back up just enough to find her face in the mirror again. "Stay quiet, my love," he says, mischief on his face, and he starts to fuck her deep and fast, his own cry startled and bit off best he can, fighting to keep his eyes on her, how stunning her body is as it moves, how beautiful they look together.
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Date: 2023-08-30 02:29 am (UTC)"Oh you're perfect, you're perfect." Aerith manages in a breathless whisper, keeping hold of his hip as her nails dig into his skin, as she feels herself tightening around his cock.
Her eyes widen in the mirror gasping as her orgasm starts to move through her, urging her to rock back faster against him and push him past his own breaking point. "Come for me," she whimpers before shuddering against him as her climax overtakes her.
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Date: 2023-09-03 09:24 pm (UTC)"I love you," he gasps, fighting the way his eyelids want to close. He wants to watch her through all of this, cement how hungry and gorgeous and pleased she is in his mind. "Gods, Aerith, I love you."
He feels her climax begin, her walls tightening around him and he puts on a last burst of speed, strangled groans of pleasure overcoming him. She tells him to come, and it's like she has a spell over him, the white hot tingling wracking his body as if it were and order. He curls down, hands finding her breasts and squeezing her too him as he finishes.
Panting, he kisses her back, laying his cheek against her hot skin as the sound of their breath mingles in the still air of the dressing room.
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Date: 2023-09-16 08:44 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-09-23 01:41 am (UTC)"For all my reputation, I've never done anything like this," he admits, rocking his hips gently back and chasing a shuddering sigh from both of them. "You are an adventure."
But, they can't stay here all day, and now that the heat of the moment is passing, he's more aware of that. "Are we wearing our new things?" He feels his stomach flip at asking, like it's somehow scandalous to do that in public, even though she's asked him to do something much more explicit, and the clothes themselves are, if attention grabbing, not improper.
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Date: 2023-09-25 03:28 am (UTC)"We're the adventure," she murmurs warmly, the grin on her face reflecting clearly in her voice. They do have plans she's very excited to pursue, even now on the heels of her orgasm, but Aerith lingers there, her body nestled snugly to his as it's been so many times before.
His question makes her stomach flutter as well, a little pang of want stirring low in her body. "We are. That's what they're for." Aerith leans up on the balls of her feet and rakes her teeth gently against his ear. "The dress has a nice high slit. You haven't forgotten what I told you to do, have you?"
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Date: 2023-10-15 02:09 am (UTC)Which, admittedly, he hadn't expected to include kinky sex in a changing room, but -- he liked that too.
He moans a little louder than he means as she tugs at his ear with her teeth. He's nervous, he realizes, to dress like that in public, to touch her in public -- but he's hot with desire, too, curiosity and want.
"How could I forget?" he purrs back, sliding one hand to skim her slick outer folds and briefly tease her clit. "I don't think you'll be able to stay quiet, though, and we may not be able to show our faces here for a long time."
He lets her go, wanting to leave her aching for him, and wanting to let himself cool down. He begins to dress in the fine fabric, heart pounding. He feels like he's getting away with something, like he shouldn't be wearing this. And then his hands hit the choker she's gotten him. "This too?"
He knows she does, wants her to even, but some part of him wants to hear her say it again. He has no doubt as to the depth of their commitment to one another, but there's some thrill at being claimed so publicly and literally, and to whatever possessive game this is.
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Date: 2023-11-04 02:23 am (UTC)Even though she's the one who's laid out these mad rules for this new game they're playing, there's a nervousness hanging onto her too, as she changes into her new gown, forsaking the foundation garments that had been purchased along with it. Leaving her cunt exposed to the air, even beneath such a long gown is a thrill all on its own, a feeling that couples with the pang of desire that runs through her when Balthier asks about his collar, making her flush and bite her lip when she looks back to him.
"Of course," Aerith says softly, reaching out to gently touch the band of fabric around his throat, sounding so sure of herself despite the way her heart's racing. "You're mine today, aren't you?" Her eyes narrow playfully as she asks and draws herself up against him, leaning in to nuzzle his neck before she pulls away, turning again. "Fasten my dress for me."
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Date: 2023-11-13 03:10 am (UTC)He watches her dress, breath catching when she fails to put on undergarments. At the same time, he feels deeply everyday, having watched her dress a thousand times. Gods he loves her, and for a moment he always can't believe this is his wife.
When her hand comes to trace the choker at her neck, he catches her hand, sliding it up to kiss her pal. "I'm yours for life, my love," he reminds her. "But I like this game." He kisses her hair as she nuzzles him, arms curling around her. He almost doesn't want to let her step away.
His pulse quickens again, heat flaring. He likes her telling him what she wants. And it gives him the opportunity to look at her, kiss the back of her neck and run his fingers over her back before he follows that order. Some rogue part of him wonders what she would do if he broke the rules, but he's not sure this is the place to test it.
"I wouldn't mind doing this at home, too," her murmurs. Help her dress. Take orders. Play this game.
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Date: 2023-11-24 11:16 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-11-28 01:00 am (UTC)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.