[It's a touch she should expect. Certainly somewhere inside of her she does expect it. Regardless, the moment his hand presses to hers in that ever intimate way, she begins to draw back. What stops her is when he reaches over to carefully take hold of her. What follows is nothing short of bittersweet.
Aerith often thinks of the kisses they've exchanged. Of everything they've exchanged, really. Those kinds of things are never far from her mind. There's something about this kiss. Insistent, but not the way it had been the day she'd intruded on his territory. Behind closed doors, Balthier is an entirely different kind of man. It takes one kiss to think of every little impression he's made on her.
For just some moments, she's caught up in it. But before she can fall too far, Aerith struggles to to catch breath he's too easily stolen, dipping her head.]
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Aerith often thinks of the kisses they've exchanged. Of everything they've exchanged, really. Those kinds of things are never far from her mind. There's something about this kiss. Insistent, but not the way it had been the day she'd intruded on his territory. Behind closed doors, Balthier is an entirely different kind of man. It takes one kiss to think of every little impression he's made on her.
For just some moments, she's caught up in it. But before she can fall too far, Aerith struggles to to catch breath he's too easily stolen, dipping her head.]
—I can't.
[Rather, she can. Only that she shouldn't.]