Ignoring how familiar the feeling of being caught, comfortably in the aftermath with Balthier has become Aerith focuses on the relief sinking into the hot water of the bath provides. She ignores the presence of the other bathers, letting herself slip beneath the water, rinsing off before he's pulling her closer and she's moving along with it easily.
Facing him, Aerith's nerves are still on edge from how hard she's been made to come, and she jumps when his hand strays between her thighs before realizing what it is he's doing and relaxing into the touch.
"I think if we ever want to try playing a game where someone else gets to touch again," she whispers, her hands running over his chest and down along his abdomen, cleaning him off as he did her. "It should be someone we can see." She follows the remark up with a soft laugh, in no hurry to try experimenting with something like this a second time, especially not when she's too caught up in how restorative it is to recuperate like this with him.
The moment she tenses he realizes his mistake, adjusting his hands closer to her knees for a few moments before sweeping them up to her hips and torso. His eyes close briefly as hers come up to his chest, tangling in his chest hair as they so often do.
"Agreed," he whispers back, biting back any comment that he's not sure he wants to share her again, instead moving his hands to massage her lower back. His sexual hunger is gone, but the desire to touch her and see her relaxed is driving him forward, vaguely aware that he's not even bothered by who all can see them. Not so long as she's comfortable. "Though I don't mind trying new things with you." Wouldn't with anyone else is what he means.
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Facing him, Aerith's nerves are still on edge from how hard she's been made to come, and she jumps when his hand strays between her thighs before realizing what it is he's doing and relaxing into the touch.
"I think if we ever want to try playing a game where someone else gets to touch again," she whispers, her hands running over his chest and down along his abdomen, cleaning him off as he did her. "It should be someone we can see." She follows the remark up with a soft laugh, in no hurry to try experimenting with something like this a second time, especially not when she's too caught up in how restorative it is to recuperate like this with him.
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"Agreed," he whispers back, biting back any comment that he's not sure he wants to share her again, instead moving his hands to massage her lower back. His sexual hunger is gone, but the desire to touch her and see her relaxed is driving him forward, vaguely aware that he's not even bothered by who all can see them. Not so long as she's comfortable. "Though I don't mind trying new things with you." Wouldn't with anyone else is what he means.