I wish I could do that, [Cloud says wistfully, though he pulls back a little bit to kiss her again.] You know, you're really incredible. Sometimes I- I wonder if I understand you the way you need me to. [He squeezes her hips a bit, shifting to straddle her leg so he's not resting his weight on her.] I want to.
[ For a moment, after basking in the kiss, Aerith just stares at him, expression gentle and soft - she's completely overwhelmed by everything that Cloud is, and she shifts under him, her free hand holding on to his shoulder, almost as if she's afraid he's going to slip through her fingers. ]
You don't have to understand me perfectly. I don't even understand myself, sometimes. I still have so much to learn and so many things to do. I want to be able to do the same for you as well - to be there, to... Know who you are, right here. [ Her hand moves down, pressing over his heart gently. ] But we have lots of time for that now. We can learn to understand each other better, just the way we want.
[Cloud bites his lips before offering her a hesitant smile.] It's gonna be messy. You don't get yourself, I don't get myself... [It's not something he minds fumbling through though, not if it's with Aerith. He leans down to kiss her throat again, moving down to her collarbone this time.]
It's a good thing we have all the time we want now, isn't it? [ Aerith smiles, leaning into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Cloud's neck. One thing stops her, though, and she leans back, watching him with a slight flicker of hesitation. ] Are... You going to take my shirt off?
[Cloud stops when she draws back, picking his head up to examine her face.] ...how about me first, and we see from there?
He pushes himself up onto his knees and pulls his shirt off over his head, dropping it past the side of the bed. He's been shirtless in front of Aerith before (she did walk in on him struggling into that dress after all) but never like this, so close so that she can touch. It's kind of frightening but if this helps put her at ease, Cloud's fine with it. It's not like she has to take her dress off anyway; they're just making out after all. ...probably. Maybe. WHO KNOWS]
[ It wasn't quite what she meant by mentioning their shirts, not really, but she's not complaining. Cloud leans back and pulls his shirt off and Aerith is completely and utterly captivated, staring at the skin suddenly in front of her. Slowly, she shifts, leaning up a little as she lifts a hand, pressing it flat over where Cloud's heart is, feeling the warm skin under her fingertips. Her face is flaming red, absolutely, but she can't look away - she's never really been this close to a boy like this, not when there was intention there, and she swallows before she finally glances up. ]
[SORTA WANTS TO DIE SO LETS JUST DEFAULT TO BEING COCKY] You've seen me half in a dress and this is what gets you to blush? If I'd known that I wouldn't have even bothered with the tiara. [Is he selling it]
[ She gives him a stern look, wrapping her arm around his neck and urging him to come down and meet her for another kiss. ] I was too busy thinking about how cute you looked, Miss Cloud...
[At least if they're kissing she's not staring at his chest! Removes that fear factor] Oh, is that what it was? I didn't mean to distract you. [Kisses her back, hands roaming up and down her sides again, squeezing her hips, sliding along her arms to her shoulders to cup the back of her neck.]
You distracted me a lot. [ Kissing does make it easier. She’s overwhelmed by having Cloud over her, his body right there, and she wants to kiss and touch so much that it’s startling. His hands move over her and she mirrors it, both her hands going to his hips and resting there as she presses herself up into kiss kiss, humming softly. This is something she could do for hours, and she likes the idea of it more and more. ] Cloud... [ She strokes her hands up and over his chest until they’re around his neck, not wanting to let him go for a moment. ]
You keep saying my name like that and I'm gonna wanna do something stupid, [Cloud mutters, pressing down so he can feel the fabric of her dress against his skin. God, she's so warm.]
What do you mean by 'stupid'? [ She shifts, wiggling a little, not uncomfortable but a touch nervous. Cloud is so close and she wants to reach out and wrap herself around him and not let go. That's hard to wrap her mind around, especially when she's flushed pink and desperate to kiss him over and over again. ]
This is serious. Serious serious. It's not like he hasn't thought about it before...maybe more than thought about it. And it's not like he didn't think they'd eventually get here, especially with her looking like this, her hair mussed, her cheeks flushed; he wants her, he really does, but there's just...
He pushes himself up onto his elbows, a little shamefaced.] ...I wanna make you feel good. But- [Maybe there's something wrong with him, that he doesn't want to go all the way yet.] ...just you.
This is making me feel good. [ Aerith leans up, lifting her hand to touch his cheek with a gentle press of her palm. She gazes at him, just for a few moments, and then she's breathing out and shifting back, feeling a warmth settle in her chest. Cloud wants to take care of her, wants to make her feel good, and she tilts her head up to kiss him gently.
It's like she can speak his language. She knows what he means, what he wants, and she feels herself warm and pink. There's no looking away from him, not when he's staring at her the way that he is. ] We don't have to do anything else. I just want to be with you. Okay?
[She's too good. She's just-] I really don't deserve you, [Cloud laments, ducking his head to tuck his face against her neck, hands stroking up and down her sides, thumbs slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to trace circles against her skin.] You're so great, y'know...?
[ She doesn't say 'so are you' even though she wants to. She doesn't tell him that he deserves so much - because she knows he won't accept it, that he'll shrug it off, and Aerith wants this moment to last forever. Instead, she wrap herself around him and holds on, anchoring him in the mismatched moment of twisting emotions. ] I'm glad you think so. [ Turning carefully, she kisses the side of his head. ] I'm happy, Cloud.
[Her hands are small but strong against his back, fingers a little rough from working the ground day after day. When she holds him like that, when she says it like that, kisses him like this, he can believe her, that she's happy and that she wants this, wants him, really is honestly as happy as she could be. Even if they don't do anything because of his own hangups, even if he screws up, she'll still be happy just being with him.
Cloud takes in a shuddering breath before kissing her neck and drawing back, pushing the hem of her shirt up her belly.] Can I take this off...?
[ She's never been this intimate with someone before and when she reaches for Cloud there's no hesitation; she wants to touch him, wants to feel him close to her, wants to kiss him again and again until it physically hurts. For a brief and wonderful moment he is simply everything, surrounding her entirely, and she knows that she is comfortable, that she is home, that she is happy. Cloud is hers, right now, for now, and selfishly she wants to keep it that way for as long as she can.
His hand moves higher and she hesitates, just for a moment - not because she doesn't want it, but because of the scars it'll bare. ] Mhm. It's okay.
[Cloud pushes back off of her so she can wriggle around well enough to help him get the shirt up over her head. She's...so cute, and legit if Cloud were a bit more of a lech he'd be ogling her boobs. Okay so he's doing a little of that anyway (they're so cute alright) but then he's distracted by the scar right beneath the line of her bra.
He glances up at her before reaching forward to rub a thumb down the mark. It's almost criminally clean; strange, for how much damage it did. Cloud has a matching one on his own stomach, below his ribcage because he'd had a chance to fight, he'd been facing Sephiroth but Aerith had been ambushed and cut down like-
Cloud scowls, shakes his head and leans forward to kiss her cheek, her chin. He's not going to think about that, not now, not while they're together like this.] Hope you're prepared to correct me a bunch of times.
[ The moment comes and Aerith lets him have it, lets his fingers press against the scar on her skin. She doesn't have many, not really, a few here and there from the fights she took part in, but her role had mostly to be settled in the back using materia to heal and help. This is a scar that has meaning, and she knows what it could do to Cloud, to see it in front of him so plainly, despite all the hours they've spent trying to get him to understand that it wasn't his fault.
When he leans into more kisses she relaxes, breathing out gently and lifting her arms to hold on to him, to anchor herself. Each of his kisses makes her skin flush and without a shirt she's sure he can see it, the way it goes down her neck and lower, the colour spreading between her breasts. ]
You haven't done anything I need to correct. [ And Aerith trusts him, wholeheartedly. ] Just... Keep going, okay.
[SHE'S BLUSHING DOWN HER CHEST.......THAT'S SO CUTE.......] Sure, sure...so, keep going down like this? [Kisses down her neck...her collarbone...oh look there's a swell of her breast right here, fancy that, maybe he'll kiss along the line of her bra. Please ignore how his own face is beet red, he's enjoying himself and hopefully she is too]
[ It's impossible not to shiver under Cloud's touch, the press of his mouth, and she bites her lip as she tries to keep herself calm. It's not that she doesn't want to spook him, exactly, just that... It's new, and strange, and it makes her feel as though she's too close to a fire, burning from the inside out. ] Yes. [ It comes out as a soft gasp and she tilts her head back, swallowing, her fingers stroking through his hair. ]
[Oh geez, is she shaking? Is that good or bad? She's not like, pulling his hair trying to yank him back for anything, and she said yes and all, so...
So he keeps going. Runs his hands up and down her sides, squeezes her hips, kisses across one breast to the other and then back up her neck. Holy, she really does just smell so good, and her skin is so warm and soft... Really warm. Like, to the point where if he presses his thumbs to her bra right beneath her breasts it's hot.] D'you...want this off?
[ It's definitely not bad; she feels the shiver run through her and her body feels warm, her eyes closing as she leans back and basks in being touched.
For a little while Aerith doesn't know where to put her hands, and her cheeks are flushed and dark - as dark as her eyes are as she drinks her in. Swallowing, she nods her head, definitely shy, biting her lip for a moment; it's a little, worried gesture, her fingers lifting to stroke over his cheek. ] It would be okay with me.
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You don't have to understand me perfectly. I don't even understand myself, sometimes. I still have so much to learn and so many things to do. I want to be able to do the same for you as well - to be there, to... Know who you are, right here. [ Her hand moves down, pressing over his heart gently. ] But we have lots of time for that now. We can learn to understand each other better, just the way we want.
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He pushes himself up onto his knees and pulls his shirt off over his head, dropping it past the side of the bed. He's been shirtless in front of Aerith before (she did walk in on him struggling into that dress after all) but never like this, so close so that she can touch. It's kind of frightening but if this helps put her at ease, Cloud's fine with it. It's not like she has to take her dress off anyway; they're just making out after all. ...probably. Maybe. WHO KNOWS]
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Cloud... [ Wow. ]
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This is serious. Serious serious. It's not like he hasn't thought about it before...maybe more than thought about it. And it's not like he didn't think they'd eventually get here, especially with her looking like this, her hair mussed, her cheeks flushed; he wants her, he really does, but there's just...
He pushes himself up onto his elbows, a little shamefaced.] ...I wanna make you feel good. But- [Maybe there's something wrong with him, that he doesn't want to go all the way yet.] ...just you.
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It's like she can speak his language. She knows what he means, what he wants, and she feels herself warm and pink. There's no looking away from him, not when he's staring at her the way that he is. ] We don't have to do anything else. I just want to be with you. Okay?
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Cloud takes in a shuddering breath before kissing her neck and drawing back, pushing the hem of her shirt up her belly.] Can I take this off...?
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His hand moves higher and she hesitates, just for a moment - not because she doesn't want it, but because of the scars it'll bare. ] Mhm. It's okay.
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He glances up at her before reaching forward to rub a thumb down the mark. It's almost criminally clean; strange, for how much damage it did. Cloud has a matching one on his own stomach, below his ribcage because he'd had a chance to fight, he'd been facing Sephiroth but Aerith had been ambushed and cut down like-
Cloud scowls, shakes his head and leans forward to kiss her cheek, her chin. He's not going to think about that, not now, not while they're together like this.] Hope you're prepared to correct me a bunch of times.
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When he leans into more kisses she relaxes, breathing out gently and lifting her arms to hold on to him, to anchor herself. Each of his kisses makes her skin flush and without a shirt she's sure he can see it, the way it goes down her neck and lower, the colour spreading between her breasts. ]
You haven't done anything I need to correct. [ And Aerith trusts him, wholeheartedly. ] Just... Keep going, okay.
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So he keeps going. Runs his hands up and down her sides, squeezes her hips, kisses across one breast to the other and then back up her neck. Holy, she really does just smell so good, and her skin is so warm and soft... Really warm. Like, to the point where if he presses his thumbs to her bra right beneath her breasts it's hot.] D'you...want this off?
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For a little while Aerith doesn't know where to put her hands, and her cheeks are flushed and dark - as dark as her eyes are as she drinks her in. Swallowing, she nods her head, definitely shy, biting her lip for a moment; it's a little, worried gesture, her fingers lifting to stroke over his cheek. ] It would be okay with me.
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