[At least he admits to it, though he does so with nothing but fondness, and finds it difficult to keep his hands to himself even as he does so. Once she has his shirt over his head, he reaches out to let his hands come to rest against her shoulders, thumbs brushing gently against bare skin, following the natural curve towards her arms.
She is always impossibly lovely, regardless of her current state, whether they are teasing or arguing or exchanging soft words. She leaves him near breathless— and to think, they might have let this opportunity slip away.
His gaze softens at her reminder. He had only been teasing, but he'll not give up the opportunity to say her name, especially when he thinks it may be particularly effective.]
Aerith, then.
[His voice is soft, a few notes lower than usual, and he fixes his gaze on her once more.]
no subject
[At least he admits to it, though he does so with nothing but fondness, and finds it difficult to keep his hands to himself even as he does so. Once she has his shirt over his head, he reaches out to let his hands come to rest against her shoulders, thumbs brushing gently against bare skin, following the natural curve towards her arms.
She is always impossibly lovely, regardless of her current state, whether they are teasing or arguing or exchanging soft words. She leaves him near breathless— and to think, they might have let this opportunity slip away.
His gaze softens at her reminder. He had only been teasing, but he'll not give up the opportunity to say her name, especially when he thinks it may be particularly effective.]
Aerith, then.
[His voice is soft, a few notes lower than usual, and he fixes his gaze on her once more.]
Better, I hope?