Breathless and dizzy, all he can do is grin at her, face tilting into her hand, staring back at her with so much adoration his face hurts. "I have so much fun with you," he agrees. "More than I thought I could with anyone here." Truly, for him, this was a prison, activity he didn't want to participate in and dreaded completing. But he forgets with her. Wants...more. Endlessly more. He sighs, kissing her again. "You're perfect, Aerith." His cheeks are hot and his chest is tight and some part of him knows he shouldn't have said that but how can he not?
"Are we bathing or eating first?" he asks, almost regretting the way it shakes whatever this moment is back to some semblance of reality, but relieved by it too, feeling like he's stepping back from some huge precipice. Besides, the idea of bathing with her again, of feeding her, of falling asleep to her warm, beautiful body stretched across his is enough to buoy any disappointment.
He eases her down, sighing as the change in angle causes him to slip out, oddly attracted to knowing his cum is inside her, even if it's about to make a mess. Once her feet are on the ground, though, he wraps tightly around her, cradling her head to his chest and planting kisses on her hair. "Thank you. Fore taking such good care of me after..." he trails off, kissing her again, but it's enough to say what he needs to, and he rocks her in his hold for a moment, aware they're both a rumpled mess and feeling the safest he has in...
Coming from anyone else she would bat such incredibly high praise aside almost instantly, but with Balthier she almost melts into it, kissing him and nodding in earnest. "You are. My time with you is wonderful." In ways and on levels she won't allow herself to articulate, even as the thought of them fills her chest with a warmth that has little to nothing to do with the last fading throes of her orgasm.
She frowns a little as their bodies break apart as he sets her back down on her feet before the question pulls a big grin to her face. "Eating! I want to try your cooking!" Aerith leans up, cheerfully kissing his cheek while she answers, adjusting her dress and concealing her breasts once more, privately enjoying the thought of his cum inside her, even as the buttons it pushes for her are ones she hasn't brushed against before, like she's been claimed, in a way, delightedly so. And while the kitchen is still a sparse wreck, the thought of him there, cooking for her and simply taking up space in her space is wonderful all by itself.
Surprised when he thanks her for the night before, Aerith brings both her hands up, cradling his face as she holds him in a long kiss. "Don't thank me Balthier, I'll always take care of you if you need me to." Because that's what friends did for one another, right?
Reluctant, she pulls away from that embrace, catching his hand to lead him back towards the house. "Besides, if we eat first, we can just take a bath and get right into bed."
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"Are we bathing or eating first?" he asks, almost regretting the way it shakes whatever this moment is back to some semblance of reality, but relieved by it too, feeling like he's stepping back from some huge precipice. Besides, the idea of bathing with her again, of feeding her, of falling asleep to her warm, beautiful body stretched across his is enough to buoy any disappointment.
He eases her down, sighing as the change in angle causes him to slip out, oddly attracted to knowing his cum is inside her, even if it's about to make a mess. Once her feet are on the ground, though, he wraps tightly around her, cradling her head to his chest and planting kisses on her hair. "Thank you. Fore taking such good care of me after..." he trails off, kissing her again, but it's enough to say what he needs to, and he rocks her in his hold for a moment, aware they're both a rumpled mess and feeling the safest he has in...
He can't finish that thought.
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She frowns a little as their bodies break apart as he sets her back down on her feet before the question pulls a big grin to her face. "Eating! I want to try your cooking!" Aerith leans up, cheerfully kissing his cheek while she answers, adjusting her dress and concealing her breasts once more, privately enjoying the thought of his cum inside her, even as the buttons it pushes for her are ones she hasn't brushed against before, like she's been claimed, in a way, delightedly so. And while the kitchen is still a sparse wreck, the thought of him there, cooking for her and simply taking up space in her space is wonderful all by itself.
Surprised when he thanks her for the night before, Aerith brings both her hands up, cradling his face as she holds him in a long kiss. "Don't thank me Balthier, I'll always take care of you if you need me to." Because that's what friends did for one another, right?
Reluctant, she pulls away from that embrace, catching his hand to lead him back towards the house. "Besides, if we eat first, we can just take a bath and get right into bed."