Balthier moves to swap their positions, and Aerith lets herself go along willingly, content to be pressed back against the bed while covered so completely by his larger frame. Her legs wrap around his hips loosely, enough to keep him close to her while still giving him space to move. One arm stays around his shoulders as she arches her back, pressing herself against him, kissing along his throat before her mouth finds his again. "You feel perfect," Aerith whispers into that kiss, reveling in how warm and close he is, how completely he fills her.

Her hips meet his as he moves, tipping towards him, encouraging his thrusts, wordlessly urging him deeper into her. The thought that it's been a while since she's been with someone like this, not because of some drink, some suggestive room, or some weirdness in the air, but because she wants to, wants them comes and goes, her focus too centered on the feel of his body and the expression on his face to let it linger for long.

Aerith's free hand cradles Balthier's cheek, a soft whimper escaping her as her bright eyes sweep over his face, the corners of her lips curving into a dazed, wonderstruck smile.