Aerith releases the gentle grasp she's kept on his cock the whole way back towards the edge of the bed, her arms sliding around his body as he pulls her onto the blankets with him, turning her head this way and that to press kisses against any available patch of his skin she can reach.

"My Balthier," she echoes, a very happy-sounding touch of emphasis on the first word that she wouldn't have dared use before their talk about where things stood between them. Lifting her chin she bumps the bridge of his nose against hers before her mouth finds his again, capturing it in another long, heated kiss. Her thighs squeeze against his hips as she lifts herself enough to guide his cock to her entrance.

Her free hand finds one of his, guiding it to her breast, a sharp moan escaping her as she wastes no time sinking onto his cock. Most days it's fun for both of them when she draws it out, teasingly letting him feel the slickness gathered at her center, but today she's ravenous for closeness, and that hunger is reflected in the way she rocks her hips against him, driving him deeper into her every time she moves.

Crying out from the blissful feel of it, she breaks their kiss off to catch her breath, her eyes half-closed, drinking in the sight of him. "Balthier, I–"