"You make a good point," she murmurs, sitting up with a sigh to aid him in the task of rinsing the soap off of her skin. "Especially not for as long as I plan to keep you in bed." There's no illicit intent fueling the warmth of her words, there's nothing more risque than the highly appealing thought of holding him close in a nest of blankets until they're both well-rested and feeling less raw. If he needs more nearness than that, she's glad to share that with him, but at the present moment, Aerith just wants him hugged tight to her.
The embrace she's after comes sooner than the bedroom, when, after they've both dried off Balthier reaches for her again, pulling her to him for another kiss. If she were in a better frame of mind it would be sort of remarkable, the way they've already moved into a place where this kind of touch has become frequent, rather than reserved for the breathless moments that first morning when someone's resolve cracked enough to drive one to claim the other's mouth. His lips are soft, his kiss has become familiar, and some part of her almost flutters in appreciation for that.
"I think I feel more like myself," she says after he pulls away and her eyes have opened to take in his face, one arm looped loosely around his middle while her other hand rests on his shoulder, hugging him to her gently. "You look better too," there's still a rough edge to him that's impossible for her to miss, but his expression has lost some of the haunted tension that made her so worried.
"Come on, my room is right across the hall." After she gives him another kiss she steps towards the door, her arms staying around him as she leads the way out one door and into another.
Like the bathroom, her bedroom is still very sparsely appointed. A modest pile of blankets heaped onto a few mattresses pushed together and shoved into the corner serves as a cozy little bed, and that's where Aerith leads him, letting him go long enough to climb in and pull the blankets around her, stretching out an arm so he has room to climb in too.
"I feel like I've been waiting to be here with you for a long time." She's not sure what she means by that, in truth. She certainly had been eager to lay here with him since they returned here, but, perhaps, it's been longer than that.
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The embrace she's after comes sooner than the bedroom, when, after they've both dried off Balthier reaches for her again, pulling her to him for another kiss. If she were in a better frame of mind it would be sort of remarkable, the way they've already moved into a place where this kind of touch has become frequent, rather than reserved for the breathless moments that first morning when someone's resolve cracked enough to drive one to claim the other's mouth. His lips are soft, his kiss has become familiar, and some part of her almost flutters in appreciation for that.
"I think I feel more like myself," she says after he pulls away and her eyes have opened to take in his face, one arm looped loosely around his middle while her other hand rests on his shoulder, hugging him to her gently. "You look better too," there's still a rough edge to him that's impossible for her to miss, but his expression has lost some of the haunted tension that made her so worried.
"Come on, my room is right across the hall." After she gives him another kiss she steps towards the door, her arms staying around him as she leads the way out one door and into another.
Like the bathroom, her bedroom is still very sparsely appointed. A modest pile of blankets heaped onto a few mattresses pushed together and shoved into the corner serves as a cozy little bed, and that's where Aerith leads him, letting him go long enough to climb in and pull the blankets around her, stretching out an arm so he has room to climb in too.
"I feel like I've been waiting to be here with you for a long time." She's not sure what she means by that, in truth. She certainly had been eager to lay here with him since they returned here, but, perhaps, it's been longer than that.