[That gentle and aimless touch teases him as it wanders upwards, sending a shiver racing down the length of his spine, and he leans in as she lets out that musical laugh of hers, his hand reaching for her hip as she curls her fingers against his neck, letting his lips ghost against the corner of her mouth. Oh, but it is difficult to be patient, even though he'd like to allow her to take her undressing him at her own pace.]

I will absolutely keep that in mind, teasing or otherwise. I rather like the reaction your name gets from you, anyway.

[And he doubts he'll ever tire of saying it.]

What next, Aerith?