Her forearms rest against his shoulders, helping him hold her up while freeing her hands to run through his hair and down his back, finding the feel of his clothes still on his body while he's buried deep inside her oddly alluring, their rumpled clothing speaking volumes about how impossible it was to wait to be like this again. His compliments make her chest tighten all over again, leaving her mind reeling while the movement of his hips continued to make waves of bliss wash through her.

It's a fight not to say more, to turn the remark back on him and point out how he's the one that's rare and beautiful between them - equal parts a prince and a pirate, tempered by this sweet, caring heart of his. There are too many things she could say, wants to say, but is aware that even here, fully disarmed and wrapped up in everything he gives her, it's not the space for it.

Instead, she leans in, a breathy laugh escaping her at that very easily granted request, though she holds back in favor of resting her forehead against his, her eyes falling closed as she purses her lips together to stifle another pleasured cry, basking in him. "What will the neighbors think?" The question is posed in a dreamy sigh, and Aerith has no interest in letting him answer, her mouth capturing his in an eager kiss, lips parting so that her tongue can brush nimbly against his.