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: 2023-11-04 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.