His hand comes to wrap around hers as he exhales, her body moving with the force of it. He doesn't want to think about it either, but it's there, and is going to be there waiting when he doesn't have her to warm and distract him.
"I think so," he says honestly. "Very much thanks to you." He smoothes her hair away from her face, gently guiding it all to one side as he looks at her. It's impossible to tell for certain, not until time passes, but he suspects it will be easier to quiet with the way he was so beautifully cared for after. That wasn't something those old memories had attached at all.
"Let's think of prettier things tonight, hmm?" he asks. "Like the luxury of a double bed and good company."
They stay awake awhile longer, murmuring and snuggling together, until the exhaustion catches up and claims them both. Whenever he wakes in the night, it isn't for long, just enough to resettle around her and place a few sleepy kisses on her shoulders or head. At some point that waking is in the quiet light of morning, and sleepy kisses grow longer until they're tangled together again, slow sweet sex still somehow swelling to crescendo too quickly.
Eventually they grow hungry and thirsty and all the other damnable human needs that break their perfect cocoon. But as he gathers his clothes, Aerith makes it clear he's welcome back shortly, and some odd dance of conversation produces a sideways agreement of bringing back safe meat to cook and helping with some fence or or broken floor or whatever it was she said because he's distracted by how much she's smiling.
He's gone longer than he means, having trouble finding Fran and needing to clean his clothes. By the time he's laying his delivery of meat on Aerith's counter, freshly showered and dressed, he's feeling almost shy at being back here, wondering at having only just been here that morning.
"We've another hour or two of daylight," he grins at her. "How are you going to put me to use?"
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Date: 2022-11-15 04:35 am (UTC)"I think so," he says honestly. "Very much thanks to you." He smoothes her hair away from her face, gently guiding it all to one side as he looks at her. It's impossible to tell for certain, not until time passes, but he suspects it will be easier to quiet with the way he was so beautifully cared for after. That wasn't something those old memories had attached at all.
"Let's think of prettier things tonight, hmm?" he asks. "Like the luxury of a double bed and good company."
They stay awake awhile longer, murmuring and snuggling together, until the exhaustion catches up and claims them both. Whenever he wakes in the night, it isn't for long, just enough to resettle around her and place a few sleepy kisses on her shoulders or head. At some point that waking is in the quiet light of morning, and sleepy kisses grow longer until they're tangled together again, slow sweet sex still somehow swelling to crescendo too quickly.
Eventually they grow hungry and thirsty and all the other damnable human needs that break their perfect cocoon. But as he gathers his clothes, Aerith makes it clear he's welcome back shortly, and some odd dance of conversation produces a sideways agreement of bringing back safe meat to cook and helping with some fence or or broken floor or whatever it was she said because he's distracted by how much she's smiling.
He's gone longer than he means, having trouble finding Fran and needing to clean his clothes. By the time he's laying his delivery of meat on Aerith's counter, freshly showered and dressed, he's feeling almost shy at being back here, wondering at having only just been here that morning.
"We've another hour or two of daylight," he grins at her. "How are you going to put me to use?"