Laughing in surprise as he lifts her off the ground Aerith reaches both arms back, trying to find a way to embrace him from this angle. When she hears him tell her that he lacks the willpower for their game, part of her feels oddly touched, like it's a reminder that he's here for her, and not for what they get up to when they're alone.
She twists in his grasp, carefully sticking a foot out for purchase so that she can shift around in his arms without sacrificing any closeness. After her eyes meet his, Aerith hums happily, reaching up to touch his cheeks. "Honestly? I'd just like to be close to you."
The game is thrilling, and if he wanted to keep it going she would have been happy to submit herself to anything he asked her to do, but that he doesn't want to do anything but be with her is even more exhilarating. "We can take the collar off when we get to bed," she adds warmly before kissing him and taking a step back, tugging him along with her.
It's always been about her, on one level or another. The fact that he can even want her this was is predicated on it.
But he can understand, because it fills him with such deep warmth that she's the same, wanting closeness with him more than any game. And there's absolutely no effort to hide the adoration on his face as he smiles down at her, gently caressing her face and hair. And he laughs when she pulls him with him, eager as ever.
"Yes," he agrees. "But you can put it on me -- not for our game, but because I want to wear your gift while you're spoiling me with this." His free hand traces down her side, skipping over the ribbons.
"Actually," he considers as they reach their room, dipping down to kiss her. "I also want to see you in this." He's unbuttoning his shirt and it doesn't take much time to get it off before he drapes it around her, smiling warmly and feeling a little disbelieving. There's so much closeness they haven't explored, really, the intimacy of shared things, of saying how they feel, of wanting to see her in his things.
There's a moment of confusion when he pulls away to take his shirt off, but she's beaming by the time Balthier drapes it over her shoulders, happy to slide her arms through the sleeves and pull it around herself more securely.
"If I knew you liked me in your shirts I would have worn them while you were home before," with a laugh, Aerith turns around. The front of his shirt hangs open billowing apart as she moves to reveal the rest of the minimal ensemble.
When she stops she leans in, kissing him while she unfastens the collar around her neck, delighting in the way they both seem intent on enjoying one another without any pretense of a game in the way. Reaching for his hand, Aerith pulls it to her, doubling up the collar and sliding it onto his wrist like a bracelet before she laces her fingers with his.
"Wear it like this, you're not my anything tonight, you're just mine."
"While I was home?" he laughs back, brow raised. He's both charmed and a little impressed. "You could have asked. I would have said yes." He knows what she didn't, knows why that was dangerous, but the thought she's wanted him close for longer makes him beam right back.
And seeing that strappy garment on her with the shirt around it is enough to stop his mind for a moment, eyes going down her front and mouth falling slightly open in forgotten words. When she comes to kiss him and take off the collar, he chuckles again, combing through her hair. "It's not fair that you keep finding my weaknesses," he teases. He doesn't waste the opportunity to squeeze her to him, enjoying the mix of her skin and the fabric against his now bare chest. But he lets her go when she pulls for his hand, and his smile turns into something softer and warmer.
"I like that," he assures her, and when she's let go to lace her fingers in his, he loops an arm tight around her shoulders, curling his head down to kiss her hard.
They've done so much together, and it's all been wonderful, but this may be his favorite.
"Why not?" She does her best to sound coy even though she's still smiling like an idiot.
"Every time I learn about one of your weaknesses really great things happen!" It's something that went both ways, a manifestation and a benefit of the trust and comfort they've cultivated between them.
Watching him smile at her like that makes her heart feel too big for her chest, but there's nothing uncomfortable about the sensation - it's too joyful and content a feeling for that.
Tugging on his hand she draws herself up against him, her toes curling happily against the floor as she loses herself to that kiss and the feeling of having Balthier close, and any sort of pretense very, very far away.
Slowly breaking that kiss off, she stays close enough that her lips brush against his when she speaks in a low, adoring whisper. "Welcome home."
"Now I'm going to be filled with fantasies of you lounging around in my clothes," he teases her. It's not untrue, and it's not something he would have dreamed of admitting to her before. He likes it though, the idea that she's wanted to be close to him like that.
Her enthusiasm makes him smiled all the more, chest warm and full as hers. "I suppose you have a point," he says, kissing her playfully on the nose. It's only a moment before she pulls up against him, that kiss and having her close the only things he cares about. And when she finally breaks, staying so close he can feel her breath on his lips, he's nearly trembling with the bigness of his feelings.
"It's good to be home," he murmurs back, nuzzling against her nose before shifting so that she can feel how hard he is beneath his leather pants, marveling at what a pair they make. One hand sneaks under the shirt, trailing across skin and ribbon before coming to circle her breast lightly, trailing on the underside and then tweaking her nipple the way she likes. There's hunger today, but more to see her glowing and sated, to have her happy and exhausted and curled up with him after.
And knowing there is no point he has to get up and leave, no ending to this meeting, because they are home.
"Of course I do, and it's something I'd like to keep doing." She's found out a lot about herself being with him, and he's woken up parts of her she was happy to keep out of everyone's reach. What they have is wonderful, both familiar, and uncharted territory at the same time. The last time she felt love, she had been young and full of wonder over it, but short-sighted. This time she knows herself better, the years have made her more sure of herself - this place has forced her to be more sure of herself. It's still full of wonder, but she feels more empowered to actively partake in it, rather than just letting it happen to her.
She softens when he calls it home, but desire threads through her seconds later after Balthier presses himself against her while his hands tug at her nipples, pulling a little whimper of surprise out of her.
"Yes, it is," her gaze holds his as she agrees before the corners of her eyes crease mischievously, and her hand slides between their bodies to rub against his cock through his trousers. "Even if we're not playing any games tonight, I'm still not done welcoming you."
"I would too," he admits. It's not a thing he knew about himself before he came here, before he was with her, but now it's precious to him. He loves how freeing it is, and how with every experiment, every adventure, he feels closer to her, and more rooted in himself. Of course, living together, they'll have no lack of chances for this place to push them into compromising situations, but -- it's not just that. It's this. The revisiting their discoveries together, sober, the tenderness and the desire all together.
He chuckles, pleased, as she whimpers with surprise before melting back to mischievous want. It's hardly a moment before he gives her a hiss back. "No proper games," he agrees, fingers walking down to tug on one of the straps holding her in. Heat pools in his groin. He's wanted her in something like this for awhile now, and it's certainly past his expectation. "But I still want to get you worked up." And that's always been the thing that's felt most dangerous, letting their games and affection mix with no structure to pin their feelings on. It's exciting now, empowering, and he runs his other hand behind her, grabbing her bare ass with his open hand as he presses his hard, covered cock to her opening, kissing her hard as he does.
"Do you?" It's hard to sound skeptical when the question is followed up by such a contended-sounding sigh that turns to something far more pleasured when he grabs her ass and pulls her flush against him, letting her feel how hard he is for her.
"Good thing you already know my weaknesses too-" Aerith stops herself before the word love slips out like it's been threatening to do since around the time she told him she thought she would need more time to get to that place. She'd been falling on old instincts and protecting herself only to realize very quickly it wasn't needed at all.
"What if I get you worked up first?" Her hips tilt toward him, pressing herself against his cock as it strains against his clothing as she ducks her head down to bite his neck.
“I thought it was obvious you already had,” he purrs, eyes fluttering shut as she pressed against him and bites at his neck. It’s true, isn’t it, that they both know each others’ weaknesses. A thing that would terrify him with anyone else, but with her it just feels safe. Welcoming. Home.
He rolls his hips again, chasing her sounds of pleasure, moaning at the sensation against his neck. He squeezes her ass tighter, pushing her to him. “Show me what I mean to you,” her murmurs with a soft smile, knowing she’ll remember the last time he said that, when he absolutely shouldn’t have, thrill going through him that now they can both be honest about what he means.
Aerith's hands go to his hips, her grip briefly tightening as she laughs quietly against his skin at that request. Last time, in the closet, she had been so caught up in doing what he asked, she worried in the aftermath over whether or not she had taken things too far, expressing things better left unexpressed, even without words.
This time she doesn't hesitate when she raises her head and kisses him hard, one of her hands moving down the front of his trousers, pulling them open before she can reach past and wrap her hand around his cock. The sensation of him hard and warm against her hand, feds into the ache between her thighs, and she leans in enough to nudge him back towards the bed, leading him while her hand works up and down the length of his cock at the same time.
"I should really be on top of you to explain myself better."
Her laugh is positively heady, and he doesn't try to suppress the deeply wanting moan her kiss and roving hand pull from him. Her pushiness sends heat through him, happy to obey as she steers him back, even as he kisses her back hard, plucking at the strings of her garment to try to distract her.
Her offer nearly makes him lose his balance, the want of it so much greater than he'd anticipated.
"I am amenable to this arrangement," he agrees. He waits til the mattresses hit the backs of his legs, then he pulls her down with him, still kissing her hard as one of his hands massages her breast. "I want you--" he gasps between kisses. "Riding me--until we're both speechless--" He releases her only so she can sit up and position herself, cock rigid and high with want of her around him. And lord do his eyes rove over her, so into this ensemble, so wild with seeing her on top of him and ready to take him.
One hand comes to clasp her face, softness crossing his hungry features. "You are a wonder, my Aerith." His. Hers.
Aerith releases the gentle grasp she's kept on his cock the whole way back towards the edge of the bed, her arms sliding around his body as he pulls her onto the blankets with him, turning her head this way and that to press kisses against any available patch of his skin she can reach.
"My Balthier," she echoes, a very happy-sounding touch of emphasis on the first word that she wouldn't have dared use before their talk about where things stood between them. Lifting her chin she bumps the bridge of his nose against hers before her mouth finds his again, capturing it in another long, heated kiss. Her thighs squeeze against his hips as she lifts herself enough to guide his cock to her entrance.
Her free hand finds one of his, guiding it to her breast, a sharp moan escaping her as she wastes no time sinking onto his cock. Most days it's fun for both of them when she draws it out, teasingly letting him feel the slickness gathered at her center, but today she's ravenous for closeness, and that hunger is reflected in the way she rocks her hips against him, driving him deeper into her every time she moves.
Crying out from the blissful feel of it, she breaks their kiss off to catch her breath, her eyes half-closed, drinking in the sight of him. "Balthier, I–"
They've aired their feelings before this, of course, but it still gives him thrill to hear her call him hers, and so smugly. He's grinning against her kisses, her sweet little bump on his nose, and when he feels her brush against his cock, he whimpers with want.
His hand goes obligingly to her breast, the other coming to join it, kneading the flesh slow and deep as he stares up at her unbelievably radiant presence. She's not the only one blowing past teasing, and he certainly isn't helping with the way he chases her moans, groaning in time with her as she rocks against him, his hips canting to meet her. "Gods I like you riding me--"
And he's met with kisses, with her beautiful cries, until she drunkenly pulls back. He can't help but cradle her face, adoration glowing from his. But his heart skips a beat with the way she bite off whatever she was going to say.
"Hold onto to me," he says, and making sure he's secure, he scoots them both back, moving a few pillows so he can lean against the wall, their faces together and her still in his lap. He curls forward to kiss against her neck, one hand tangling in her hair and the other pushing her lower back harder against him as he rocks up into her. "You have me," he says between kisses. "Entirely. I am yours."
Butterflies flit through him at admitting that, the possessiveness of that day with the fruit hardly a stretch for how he felt. And now he had her, because she wanted him back.
She tightens her arms around him. Aerith's eyes widen briefly in confusion when he begins to move before she does her best to shift to a sitting posture against the wall, still holding her close, still buried inside her. She rocks her hips again, moving with the hand he settles firmly on her back, driving herself onto him hungrily.
It's ironic how similar this feels to before they talked when she didn't know what she could and couldn't say. The word lingers on the tip of her tongue, threatening to fumble its way to freedom as she drinks in everything he says, her heart thudding hard as he affirms how much she means to him. The only one being cautious here is her, the person who, less than a year ago threw down against fate to make a better future.
It's a weighty thing to have hit her at a time like this.
Her thighs go tense against his hips, his cock drawn to the hilt as she presses her body against his, bringing both hands up to cradle the sides of his face. Aerith's eyes fix on Balthier's, her shoulders rising and falling as she works to catch her breath. She should be more careful with such an uncertain future, but with nothing about anything guaranteed, and every moment with him more precious than the last–
For a moment he thinks somehow he's done something wrong. Aerith's energy changes, a tension in it he can't place. Except she's still rocking against him, and he's rising to meet her, clutching her too him as tight as he can without limiting her movement, and some part of his mind is screaming to stop because he doesn't want this to end and for her to go away.
Except she won't. They live together. They're doing this. They're--
She goes rigid against him, and its barely a second before he does too, hands digging into her as white hot release makes his whole body feel like an exploding star. He wants to pull her down into the blankets with him, wrap around her and never let her go, but before he can move to do that, she's caught his face in both hands, staring at him so seriously.
I love you.
He stares at her for half a second, and then he launches at her, kissing her so hard their teeth bump lightly. The force of his enthusiasm knocks her onto her back, and he fumbles to free her legs from being pinned. He's grinning something stupid when he pulls away though, and there's no denying the wetness bright on his cheeks. He'd known, in his heart, that she loved him, but he hadn't expected to hear her say it. Never would have pushed it.
It won't be easy. He knows that. Knows he's going to live with the fear of losing her, or leaving her, every day in this forsaken place. But it doesn't matter. He's fought impossible odds for less important gains, and gods she's worth it.
He nuzzles his hose against hers, the weight of his body blanketing her like he can shield them both from the fates. "I love you, too, Aerith."
The way he practically comes to life when she says it and finally comes clean about what she knows has been the truth for a long time makes tears spring up in her eyes unexpectedly, laughing even as a few fall down her cheeks.
"Balthier!" Still reeling from her orgasm, the overjoyed way they both fall back, him covering her makes her heart feel too big for her ribcage all over again, the hands on his cheeks holding him to that kiss even as she twists underneath him to free her legs.
Aerith beams at him, her fingers brushing the sides of his face as he turns the word back around on her, making her sniffle before she leans in to kiss him again. "So, so much."
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She twists in his grasp, carefully sticking a foot out for purchase so that she can shift around in his arms without sacrificing any closeness. After her eyes meet his, Aerith hums happily, reaching up to touch his cheeks. "Honestly? I'd just like to be close to you."
The game is thrilling, and if he wanted to keep it going she would have been happy to submit herself to anything he asked her to do, but that he doesn't want to do anything but be with her is even more exhilarating. "We can take the collar off when we get to bed," she adds warmly before kissing him and taking a step back, tugging him along with her.
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But he can understand, because it fills him with such deep warmth that she's the same, wanting closeness with him more than any game. And there's absolutely no effort to hide the adoration on his face as he smiles down at her, gently caressing her face and hair. And he laughs when she pulls him with him, eager as ever.
"Yes," he agrees. "But you can put it on me -- not for our game, but because I want to wear your gift while you're spoiling me with this." His free hand traces down her side, skipping over the ribbons.
"Actually," he considers as they reach their room, dipping down to kiss her. "I also want to see you in this." He's unbuttoning his shirt and it doesn't take much time to get it off before he drapes it around her, smiling warmly and feeling a little disbelieving. There's so much closeness they haven't explored, really, the intimacy of shared things, of saying how they feel, of wanting to see her in his things.
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"If I knew you liked me in your shirts I would have worn them while you were home before," with a laugh, Aerith turns around. The front of his shirt hangs open billowing apart as she moves to reveal the rest of the minimal ensemble.
When she stops she leans in, kissing him while she unfastens the collar around her neck, delighting in the way they both seem intent on enjoying one another without any pretense of a game in the way. Reaching for his hand, Aerith pulls it to her, doubling up the collar and sliding it onto his wrist like a bracelet before she laces her fingers with his.
"Wear it like this, you're not my anything tonight, you're just mine."
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And seeing that strappy garment on her with the shirt around it is enough to stop his mind for a moment, eyes going down her front and mouth falling slightly open in forgotten words. When she comes to kiss him and take off the collar, he chuckles again, combing through her hair. "It's not fair that you keep finding my weaknesses," he teases. He doesn't waste the opportunity to squeeze her to him, enjoying the mix of her skin and the fabric against his now bare chest. But he lets her go when she pulls for his hand, and his smile turns into something softer and warmer.
"I like that," he assures her, and when she's let go to lace her fingers in his, he loops an arm tight around her shoulders, curling his head down to kiss her hard.
They've done so much together, and it's all been wonderful, but this may be his favorite.
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"Every time I learn about one of your weaknesses really great things happen!" It's something that went both ways, a manifestation and a benefit of the trust and comfort they've cultivated between them.
Watching him smile at her like that makes her heart feel too big for her chest, but there's nothing uncomfortable about the sensation - it's too joyful and content a feeling for that.
Tugging on his hand she draws herself up against him, her toes curling happily against the floor as she loses herself to that kiss and the feeling of having Balthier close, and any sort of pretense very, very far away.
Slowly breaking that kiss off, she stays close enough that her lips brush against his when she speaks in a low, adoring whisper. "Welcome home."
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Her enthusiasm makes him smiled all the more, chest warm and full as hers. "I suppose you have a point," he says, kissing her playfully on the nose. It's only a moment before she pulls up against him, that kiss and having her close the only things he cares about. And when she finally breaks, staying so close he can feel her breath on his lips, he's nearly trembling with the bigness of his feelings.
"It's good to be home," he murmurs back, nuzzling against her nose before shifting so that she can feel how hard he is beneath his leather pants, marveling at what a pair they make. One hand sneaks under the shirt, trailing across skin and ribbon before coming to circle her breast lightly, trailing on the underside and then tweaking her nipple the way she likes. There's hunger today, but more to see her glowing and sated, to have her happy and exhausted and curled up with him after.
And knowing there is no point he has to get up and leave, no ending to this meeting, because they are home.
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She softens when he calls it home, but desire threads through her seconds later after Balthier presses himself against her while his hands tug at her nipples, pulling a little whimper of surprise out of her.
"Yes, it is," her gaze holds his as she agrees before the corners of her eyes crease mischievously, and her hand slides between their bodies to rub against his cock through his trousers. "Even if we're not playing any games tonight, I'm still not done welcoming you."
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He chuckles, pleased, as she whimpers with surprise before melting back to mischievous want. It's hardly a moment before he gives her a hiss back. "No proper games," he agrees, fingers walking down to tug on one of the straps holding her in. Heat pools in his groin. He's wanted her in something like this for awhile now, and it's certainly past his expectation. "But I still want to get you worked up." And that's always been the thing that's felt most dangerous, letting their games and affection mix with no structure to pin their feelings on. It's exciting now, empowering, and he runs his other hand behind her, grabbing her bare ass with his open hand as he presses his hard, covered cock to her opening, kissing her hard as he does.
A welcome indeed.
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"Good thing you already know my weaknesses too-" Aerith stops herself before the word love slips out like it's been threatening to do since around the time she told him she thought she would need more time to get to that place. She'd been falling on old instincts and protecting herself only to realize very quickly it wasn't needed at all.
"What if I get you worked up first?" Her hips tilt toward him, pressing herself against his cock as it strains against his clothing as she ducks her head down to bite his neck.
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He rolls his hips again, chasing her sounds of pleasure, moaning at the sensation against his neck. He squeezes her ass tighter, pushing her to him. “Show me what I mean to you,” her murmurs with a soft smile, knowing she’ll remember the last time he said that, when he absolutely shouldn’t have, thrill going through him that now they can both be honest about what he means.
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This time she doesn't hesitate when she raises her head and kisses him hard, one of her hands moving down the front of his trousers, pulling them open before she can reach past and wrap her hand around his cock. The sensation of him hard and warm against her hand, feds into the ache between her thighs, and she leans in enough to nudge him back towards the bed, leading him while her hand works up and down the length of his cock at the same time.
"I should really be on top of you to explain myself better."
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Her offer nearly makes him lose his balance, the want of it so much greater than he'd anticipated.
"I am amenable to this arrangement," he agrees. He waits til the mattresses hit the backs of his legs, then he pulls her down with him, still kissing her hard as one of his hands massages her breast. "I want you--" he gasps between kisses. "Riding me--until we're both speechless--" He releases her only so she can sit up and position herself, cock rigid and high with want of her around him. And lord do his eyes rove over her, so into this ensemble, so wild with seeing her on top of him and ready to take him.
One hand comes to clasp her face, softness crossing his hungry features. "You are a wonder, my Aerith." His. Hers.
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"My Balthier," she echoes, a very happy-sounding touch of emphasis on the first word that she wouldn't have dared use before their talk about where things stood between them. Lifting her chin she bumps the bridge of his nose against hers before her mouth finds his again, capturing it in another long, heated kiss. Her thighs squeeze against his hips as she lifts herself enough to guide his cock to her entrance.
Her free hand finds one of his, guiding it to her breast, a sharp moan escaping her as she wastes no time sinking onto his cock. Most days it's fun for both of them when she draws it out, teasingly letting him feel the slickness gathered at her center, but today she's ravenous for closeness, and that hunger is reflected in the way she rocks her hips against him, driving him deeper into her every time she moves.
Crying out from the blissful feel of it, she breaks their kiss off to catch her breath, her eyes half-closed, drinking in the sight of him. "Balthier, I–"
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His hand goes obligingly to her breast, the other coming to join it, kneading the flesh slow and deep as he stares up at her unbelievably radiant presence. She's not the only one blowing past teasing, and he certainly isn't helping with the way he chases her moans, groaning in time with her as she rocks against him, his hips canting to meet her. "Gods I like you riding me--"
And he's met with kisses, with her beautiful cries, until she drunkenly pulls back. He can't help but cradle her face, adoration glowing from his. But his heart skips a beat with the way she bite off whatever she was going to say.
"Hold onto to me," he says, and making sure he's secure, he scoots them both back, moving a few pillows so he can lean against the wall, their faces together and her still in his lap. He curls forward to kiss against her neck, one hand tangling in her hair and the other pushing her lower back harder against him as he rocks up into her. "You have me," he says between kisses. "Entirely. I am yours."
Butterflies flit through him at admitting that, the possessiveness of that day with the fruit hardly a stretch for how he felt. And now he had her, because she wanted him back.
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It's ironic how similar this feels to before they talked when she didn't know what she could and couldn't say. The word lingers on the tip of her tongue, threatening to fumble its way to freedom as she drinks in everything he says, her heart thudding hard as he affirms how much she means to him. The only one being cautious here is her, the person who, less than a year ago threw down against fate to make a better future.
It's a weighty thing to have hit her at a time like this.
Her thighs go tense against his hips, his cock drawn to the hilt as she presses her body against his, bringing both hands up to cradle the sides of his face. Aerith's eyes fix on Balthier's, her shoulders rising and falling as she works to catch her breath. She should be more careful with such an uncertain future, but with nothing about anything guaranteed, and every moment with him more precious than the last–
"I love you."
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Except she won't. They live together. They're doing this. They're--
She goes rigid against him, and its barely a second before he does too, hands digging into her as white hot release makes his whole body feel like an exploding star. He wants to pull her down into the blankets with him, wrap around her and never let her go, but before he can move to do that, she's caught his face in both hands, staring at him so seriously.
I love you.
He stares at her for half a second, and then he launches at her, kissing her so hard their teeth bump lightly. The force of his enthusiasm knocks her onto her back, and he fumbles to free her legs from being pinned. He's grinning something stupid when he pulls away though, and there's no denying the wetness bright on his cheeks. He'd known, in his heart, that she loved him, but he hadn't expected to hear her say it. Never would have pushed it.
It won't be easy. He knows that. Knows he's going to live with the fear of losing her, or leaving her, every day in this forsaken place. But it doesn't matter. He's fought impossible odds for less important gains, and gods she's worth it.
He nuzzles his hose against hers, the weight of his body blanketing her like he can shield them both from the fates. "I love you, too, Aerith."
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"Balthier!" Still reeling from her orgasm, the overjoyed way they both fall back, him covering her makes her heart feel too big for her ribcage all over again, the hands on his cheeks holding him to that kiss even as she twists underneath him to free her legs.
Aerith beams at him, her fingers brushing the sides of his face as he turns the word back around on her, making her sniffle before she leans in to kiss him again. "So, so much."