[Aerith thinks, the biggest shame in moments of such bliss, is that she ends up so wrapped in feeling that she can't focus on him the way she'd like to. She can't commit the sight the memory. She can't treat it like a painting lost in time. She wants to. Oh, how she wants to. Just to remember what he looks like in just such a way. A permanent imprint of crucial and pivotal moments that serve as demonstrations of expressions both have, once upon a time, declined to share with one another.
At least when it comes to three very special words that mean a great deal and carry an undeniable weight to them.
He brings her back from whatever muddled reverie she's been locked in as a result of chill and heat altogether when he reaches up for her. In the back of her mind, she can still hear the low of his groan, that little sound she's so unfamiliar with and so fond of. He could stir her all over again if he's not more careful about that.
Lips press to lips and it's as if she remembers herself. She remembers all of the gentleness and care that she holds about herself. All of the tender and soft ways she wants to treat him with, as if perhaps he's had a stunning lack of it in his life prior to her. Her hold loosens, relaxes, and as she indulges for some moments, her smile up against him is transparent and plain.
How miraculous that he can make her feel so many different things at the same time.]
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At least when it comes to three very special words that mean a great deal and carry an undeniable weight to them.
He brings her back from whatever muddled reverie she's been locked in as a result of chill and heat altogether when he reaches up for her. In the back of her mind, she can still hear the low of his groan, that little sound she's so unfamiliar with and so fond of. He could stir her all over again if he's not more careful about that.
Lips press to lips and it's as if she remembers herself. She remembers all of the gentleness and care that she holds about herself. All of the tender and soft ways she wants to treat him with, as if perhaps he's had a stunning lack of it in his life prior to her. Her hold loosens, relaxes, and as she indulges for some moments, her smile up against him is transparent and plain.
How miraculous that he can make her feel so many different things at the same time.]