[She wants to argue. She most likely always will be faced with that temptation. Any intention to do so in the present, however, dies rather easily. Slain by the same fingertips that he presses along her skin. Incapacitated by the flush that stains her cheeks. Aerith draws in a deep breath, holding it just enough to keep herself focused on the situation. As best as she can.
He pulls soft lips along her skin, taunting the fallen fabric hanging off of her loosely. Her posture shifts, her weight pressed into one palm as she attempts to inconspicuously move atop him. It's difficult to hide how he makes her feel. The growth of arousal that he sends up along her, tendrils of pleasure wrapping and spreading over the small of her back.]
Now, you're just trying to embarrass me.
[She tries to sound like she's scolding him. Tries. She's not certain she's particularly convincing.]
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He pulls soft lips along her skin, taunting the fallen fabric hanging off of her loosely. Her posture shifts, her weight pressed into one palm as she attempts to inconspicuously move atop him. It's difficult to hide how he makes her feel. The growth of arousal that he sends up along her, tendrils of pleasure wrapping and spreading over the small of her back.]
Now, you're just trying to embarrass me.
[She tries to sound like she's scolding him. Tries. She's not certain she's particularly convincing.]