She doesn't want to compliment him like this, it feels as wrong as the climax the steady rhythm of his hand continues to build inside her - clinging to him, however. As soon as he said it, the hand still resting on the back of his head soothingly smoothing through his hair moves, grasping at his shoulder before wrapping her arm around him, pulling him close with a strangled gasp.
The coil of tension tightening in her core snaps abruptly, there was no joy in the way her orgasm built to savor and want to prolong and relish. When she comes, it's nothing more than a release, an end, something she shudders through while she whimpers against his neck and squeezes her eyes closed, his cock twitching in her hand as he empties himself against her skin.
Shoving aside that familiar post-orgasmic ache that lingers between her thighs, Aerith's head starts to clear in time for Balthier to gather her up in his arms, hugging her to him as she throws her arms around him and does the same, pulling him in close, almost protectively, letting him hold onto her as long and as tightly as needed to.
"It's over," she whispers against his temple, closing her eyes tightly as the sound of her name in that tone of voice cracks at her resolve like no other aspect of this ordeal quite could. "Balthier, it's okay, I'm here." Her train of thought is derailed unceremoniously as she feels something hit her back, his clothing falling to the ground after colliding with her, leaving her turning to glare at the now retreating guard who must have thrown them over after the collar released its hold.
Reluctantly letting go, Aerith turns, blocking Balthier's body with hers while she stoops briefly to gather up his clothes. "Come on," she says, trying not to look as irate as she felt as she hands them over. "Get dressed, I'm taking you back to my house," her voice is soft but she doesn't sound like she'll be talked out of that offer. "I don't want you to back to the prison tonight."
Ignoring the splotch of wetness on her dress from his release, Aerith turned, holding her skirt out like a big curtain, trying to give him privacy while he got dressed.
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The coil of tension tightening in her core snaps abruptly, there was no joy in the way her orgasm built to savor and want to prolong and relish. When she comes, it's nothing more than a release, an end, something she shudders through while she whimpers against his neck and squeezes her eyes closed, his cock twitching in her hand as he empties himself against her skin.
Shoving aside that familiar post-orgasmic ache that lingers between her thighs, Aerith's head starts to clear in time for Balthier to gather her up in his arms, hugging her to him as she throws her arms around him and does the same, pulling him in close, almost protectively, letting him hold onto her as long and as tightly as needed to.
"It's over," she whispers against his temple, closing her eyes tightly as the sound of her name in that tone of voice cracks at her resolve like no other aspect of this ordeal quite could. "Balthier, it's okay, I'm here." Her train of thought is derailed unceremoniously as she feels something hit her back, his clothing falling to the ground after colliding with her, leaving her turning to glare at the now retreating guard who must have thrown them over after the collar released its hold.
Reluctantly letting go, Aerith turns, blocking Balthier's body with hers while she stoops briefly to gather up his clothes. "Come on," she says, trying not to look as irate as she felt as she hands them over. "Get dressed, I'm taking you back to my house," her voice is soft but she doesn't sound like she'll be talked out of that offer. "I don't want you to back to the prison tonight."
Ignoring the splotch of wetness on her dress from his release, Aerith turned, holding her skirt out like a big curtain, trying to give him privacy while he got dressed.