Shifting, she manages to trap the top of her skirt between their bodies, freeing up both of her hands. The one on his cheek moves to his hair, cradling the back of his neck, gently guiding him to keep his forehead against hers, hoping that closeness will help them both stay focused. What Balthier has to say for the sake of this punishment isn't that far off from some of the things he's said to her in the past, in the heat of the moment, but this is awful, it's nothing like the game they play with one another.

Nodding resolutely Aerith does her best not to let concern overtake the gentle face she's trying to maintain for Balthier to keep them both calm and detached from their surroundings. Aerith tips her chin up, kissing him very gently as her free hand catches his, guiding him beneath her skirt to press against the crotch of her panties, before it lifts away to press against his hip, moving closer to his cock.

"Touch me, my servant," she begins quietly, carefully, tilting her hips towards his hand. "I want to get you nice and hard."