Like him, she's in no rush to bring this to its natural conclusion, everything in this nest of blankets fills her senses, chasing out the chill of the night, and the larger, overhanging bleakness that comes with being confined in this prison. Whatever it means to find so much respite and comfort in doing this with someone can remain unexplored for now. For once, she doesn't want to reach for his buttons and push them, or crack a joke and disarm him by making him smile, things are, as she told him - perfect like this, and it's more than she expected and more than enough to soothe the raw edges left behind from the incident out in the field.
Her fingers run down the sides of his neck, the compliment he gives her pulling a breathless laugh from her while she leans in, kissing the underside of his chin before he's hiding his face in her hair and she's wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a hug. The slow, deep, cadence of the rhythm he moves his hips with quietly works away at her resolve, sending waves of pleasure through her, her nerves seeming to sing in response, compelling her to move with him, gasping each time he sinks back into her, leaving her rocking against his cock as he fills her.
"Balthier," she gasps, her hands moving down his body, grasping hold of his hips as her legs tighten around him, making him still while his cock's pressed inside her. "Stop, stop," she breathes, smiling broadly as her mouth claims his again. "Stay like this for a second, I don't want it to end yet." She's not sure how long she can make it last like this, he's already urged her past the point where she's already beginning to ache for more of that delicious movement, but Aerith's determined to make it wait while she takes in every detail of this moment, committing it to memory.
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Date: 2022-11-13 10:00 pm (UTC)Her fingers run down the sides of his neck, the compliment he gives her pulling a breathless laugh from her while she leans in, kissing the underside of his chin before he's hiding his face in her hair and she's wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a hug. The slow, deep, cadence of the rhythm he moves his hips with quietly works away at her resolve, sending waves of pleasure through her, her nerves seeming to sing in response, compelling her to move with him, gasping each time he sinks back into her, leaving her rocking against his cock as he fills her.
"Balthier," she gasps, her hands moving down his body, grasping hold of his hips as her legs tighten around him, making him still while his cock's pressed inside her. "Stop, stop," she breathes, smiling broadly as her mouth claims his again. "Stay like this for a second, I don't want it to end yet." She's not sure how long she can make it last like this, he's already urged her past the point where she's already beginning to ache for more of that delicious movement, but Aerith's determined to make it wait while she takes in every detail of this moment, committing it to memory.