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[ She wiggles a little as she’s poked, beaming up at Zack with a very fond smile. She is very comfortable and it’s obvious, but she didn’t choose the outfit just for comfort. It’s nice, to wear something that belongs to the people she loves, even if they’re really far too big for her. One of the pants legs is already unravelling and the shirt might end up falling off her shoulders.

Zack is here now, though, and she reaches for him, wrapping one of her arms around his body. It’s so nice to feel him close, to touch him, to lift her hand and brush her fingers through his hair gently. She wants more kisses, but she can wait, wiggling up to move and make herself at home. ]

It’s very comfortable. I might not give it back.

[He's all hers, moving with her and curling an arm around her waist, tugging her close in return. He can be plenty naive sometimes but they've done this enough that he can tell what she wants, so with a softer smile he leans in, nuzzling first against her hairline, then kissing her forehead, slowly working his way down. She's so soft and cozy... he's glad she decided to come tonight.

Her lips are already tempting but banter's part of the fun, so he mumbles back between kisses,]

You can have it, it's yours. But if you keep taking my clothes I'll have to start wearing yours.

[ The fact that Zack just accepts her makes her feel warm, tilting her head up and smiling fondly. He kisses her and holds her, and she reaches back without hesitation because this is where she wants to be. Neither of them are naive enough to think that this is just going to be them cuddling, but she’s happy to be wrapped around him, accepting any of his affection.

It’s stull hard for her to ask for what she wants, but she’s trying. Fondly, she kisses his nose. ]

You’d look pretty in my dress.

[There's a soft whuff of laughter against her cheek, his nose wiggling where she'd kissed it.]

I think I'd look like a walking disaster in it but it's nice of you to say that.

[He's got the dorito figure, babe, he ain't Cloud. Though that's not to say he wouldn't with the proper incentive...

Anyway he's getting distracted and her neck is right there so he's gonna start kissing that next.]

[ Maybe one day she’ll be done teasing Cloud about his dress wearing, but... ]

You’d only be able to wear it as a shirt.

[ But now she’s thinking about Zack wearing and not wearing clothes, which is very nice. Tilting her head, she makes a soft noise, her fingers reaching to slide up under his shirt. Hello. ]

Zack...

More like a scarf. Wouldn't get past my shoulders.

[maybe if it was a stretchy dress. something that wouldn't tear easily.

He can feel her hand there and he shifts instinctually, arching his middle towards her touch. His voice is thoroughly distracted, muffled as his lips tease at her neck. Is this going in the direction he thinks it's going? Because they've done plenty of necking already, but something about this feels different.]

Mmm...?

Mhm, you’d make a statement.

[ Imagining Zack in a dress is all well and good but she’s very distracted by the fact that he’s right here and leaning into her.

Her fingers brush over his skin, tracing the muscle there with slow, careful movements. His mouth feels wonderful and it’s a familiar thing, something that has her wiggling closer and reaching for him, wanting to be drawn closer, to be held, to keep touching and exploring in ways they’ve not done together yet.

When she speaks, her voice is soft. ]

Kiss me?

[she's got a first-class ticket on the train to a Zack with no clothes if she keeps this up, so.

Something about that quiet voice makes him quake a little, a soft, eager tremor passing through his body as he pulls back, gazing into her eyes for a long moment, then glancing down to her lips, then back again.]

...'Kay.

[Like he'd really needed the prompting- he'd been working in that direction anyway. Though he'd been taking his time with it... the way she asks makes him toss it all to the wayside, leaning in to capture her lips with his own at last. His hand slides upwards to cup her cheek, tugging her close to him. She tastes sweet and minty, comfortably familiar. What had he been waiting for, exactly...?]

[ There’s no hesitation as she leans up to kiss him, tilting herself towards him properly. His hands, the way he leans into her, the touch of his mouth against her own - it’s wonderful, and her heart thuds in her chest. She’s comfortable with this joe, with lifting herself up, with sinking her fingers into his hair. It’s so amazing to be in bed with him, and she doesn’t have the words for it.

It’s a good thing she doesn’t need words.

Aerith settles into the kiss slowly, humming against Zack’s mouth before she leans back just enough to look at him. When she does, her cheeks are flushed red and she’s smiling. There’s so much she wants to say - and I love you tops the list - but she’s breathless. All she can do, all she wants to do, is kiss him again, so she does. ]

[More kissing? Gosh, what a tall order. There's a gently laughing smile on his lips as he returns it once again, though it fades all too quickly as it grows more heated the longer it lasts. He tugs her in with one fluid, effortless motion so she's sitting on him rather than beside, not holding her there - in case it's too much or too fast - but obviously very much into what's happening. If she wants to go further, however far that might be, he isn't saying no.]

[ Oh! She shifts as she's drawn on top of Zack, and this is certainly different but not in a bad way; all she does is shift and wiggle a touch to make herself comfortable, leaning down with one hand resting on his chest gently. While her cheeks are definitely a nice red colour and she can feel her heart racing she has no issues; instead, she tilts herself, reaching for one of Zack's hands to press a kiss against his palm. ]

[His grip is loose enough that she can move as she pleases, and once she's settled he lifts his hand at her prompting, a soft blush crossing his cheeks at her kiss. They're going slow and tender with this, every moment, every gesture done with purpose.

His fingers curl to cup her face while it's still so close, thumb brushing over her cheek.]

I dunno if we'll be doing much sleeping at this rate.

[Granted, he doesn't sound like he minds.]

[ There's no need to rush when Aerith knows she's been ready for this for enough time, and when her lips move down lower they're against his wrist, feeling his pulse against her kiss. It's a reminder that they're together, that they're both okay, that they're alive and warm and wonderful and Aerith can't do much more than smile for a moment, gazing down at him with an overwhelming kind of fondness.

This is their moment, something special between them, and she tilts into his touch with a soft laugh. ]

I don't think you mind that much.

[ Especially not when she's leaning down for another kiss. ]

Mmmm mm.

[His response is affirmative, if muffled against her lips, fingers sliding lower to tilt up her chin. He's a little more aggressive with the kiss this time, tongue experimentally prodding forward in an attempt to deepen it further. Meanwhile the hand at her back is brushing up and down, toying with the edge of the oversized shirt covering her skin. She's so soft, pressed up against him like this... he really wants to touch more of her.]

[ She gasps, a soft noise, but leans into the kiss, letting him take charge even if she's the one settled on top of him. It's easy to let go, to let Zack slip into the role of guiding her, and she shifts to press into the experience, to kiss him again, to lift her hands and move his so that it's pressing against her skin. There's no hesitation - she's ready for this, ready to explore, and if he wants to press his hand against her skin he's more than welcome to it. ]

[When she shows no resistance or reluctance he goes further, moving tentatively at first but growing more bold as the seconds pass. His fingers slip in between the shirt and her back, exploring the arcs and contours of her body through touch alone. It's not all smooth- she's a warrior now too, and she has her own scars- but he's not surprised by it the way he might have been in the past. She's beautiful and strong, and the way she presses into him makes his body ache in ways it hasn't before. His kiss is hungry now, eager to keep up contact in every way he can, and he lasts as long as he can before he finally pulls back for air, his words a shaken exhale of her name.]

Aerith...

[ Not too long ago she might have been worried that he’d touch and feel her scars, that he might realise the wounds she had, but she also knows she doesn’t need to be nervous or afraid. Zack knows the truth, knows her, had been there when she had been most afraid of the world. He helped her grow and flourish and she knows he’ll respect her for fighting for as long as she had. Proud, even if he’s sad that she had to do it in the first place. ]

Yeah.

[ Her eyes are lidded and she smiles. ]

Don’t stop?

[Another exhale, heavy and relieved, because he didn't think she'd stop him but he needed to hear it. Pushing her boundaries too far isn't something he'd ever do, and he's the hopeless sort who all too often can't take a subtle hint. Kunsel used to laugh at him for that one- being such an apparent ladies' man but going nowhere with it whether he gets the girl or not. Maybe it's the country-boy naivete living on even after all these years.

It's irrelevant, anyway. He's done something right - or enough somethings - that she's stuck with him, that she wants this apparently as much as he does. He leans in to kiss her again, softer at first, the glow in his eyes emphasizing the affection he has for her.]

You too, yeah? Anything you want.

[ She's learned how to read Zack, at least, and she recognises that he's trying his best to stay on top of the situation, to make sure that he knows that she's comfortable, that she's okay, that she's happy, and she adores that more than she can possibly put into words. He's being so good to her, with her, that it's overwhelming - and it's just proof of one of the many reasons she loves him, kindness at the forefront of his mind even as they lose themselves in touching one another.

Aerith kisses him back, tender and soft and sweet, and this is how she had always pictured it when she had been younger, when she had been waiting for him. Something breathlessly romantic where she was swept off her feet and drawn into his arms, where she could reach and touch him and know he was there, that he was back at her side. ]

Mhm.

[ And she kisses him again, harder, because that's what she wants. ]

[He meets her in kind, his whole body charged with the sort of restrained forcefulness that only SOLDIERs have- he could fight for days without tiring, raw chemical power coursing through every inch of him, but with her he's gentle, so gentle. But not too gentle, not like she's glass, he knows better than that. His hands slide up her back, carrying the fabric of her (his) shirt inch by inch, fingers pressed firm against her skin while her lips keep his mouth distracted. He holds her to him, bodies shifting closer, legs stretched on the bed to make space for her. Every breath of air between them feels like too much, the longer this draws on.

He shivers, a hand on her waist, and in a moment of breath between kisses, he mumbles,] All of a sudden I really don't like clothes.

[ They reach for each other constantly - not just now, but elsewhere, too, a give and take that echoes their happiness with one another, wanting to make up for lost time, pushing and pulling and taking and giving. It's remarkable, and there's nothing to stop Aerith from smiling, nothing to stop her from leaning into Zack and giving herself over to him - because he's here, and he's wonderful, and she loves him. Each kiss is a miracle, a gift, and she breathes against his mouth, a sharp little laugh as she leans back and fiddles with the hem of his shirt.

There's only one way she really wants this to go, she thinks, so she just tilts her head and smile. ]

Then maybe we should get rid of them.

Mmmmmmaybe.

[It's noncommittal in the sort of "I want to but don't want to come across as over-eager" way, barely a hesitation, and it doesn't last long. He only has to look at her expression, her smile, and feel the fingers teasing at his shirt to lean back a little, letting her go in order to grasp the material himself. He drags the shirt up over his head, revealing the toned, muscled bare chest beneath and giving her a better look than what she might've had that day not too long ago when he'd stumbled upon her while in just a towel. And yeah, he's got scars, but they all do at this point. The skewering through the midsection is like one little extra tie that links them all together, and the dozens and dozens of sealed over bullet pockmarks are signs of his death as surely as the one on her stomach confirms her own. It shouldn't matter.

Revealing his own skin makes Zack remember all too easily, though, and the smile he offers as he looks back up at her is a little tentative, self-conscious in ways he usually is not. He drops the shirt against the bed but doesn't let go. Coward. His fist tightens briefly.

And then, tugging back into place his old bravado, he lifts the other arm to flex, voice lifting enthusiastically in pitch.]

So? Did I buff up any while I was gone?

[he can put it back on if she wants, he can stop, she can go to Cloud instead or- it's not that he doubts her it's just that he's-]

[ Aerith takes no issue with eagerness - she can't deny that she's looking forward to it herself, after all - but she recognises the edge of hesitation even as the shirt comes off and away. Yes, she had seen Zack without his shirt before, but never like this, with his scars close enough for her to trace, the knowledge of what they were colouring her attention even as she tries to fight back the pain that it causes. This is how he died; some that mirror hers, the effect of Sephiroth touching all their lives, but the bullet wounds, the echo of something she had never witnessed, that she hadn't been there to heal...

Leaning up, Aerith kisses him, once, dragging her mouth over his, half to distract him and half because she can't resist. Her fingers trace over his chest, moving down to settle against the edge of his hip, and when she leans back her expression is gentle, her emotions on her face. She loves him, and nothing about him changing would stop that. Behind the scars and the memories he's still Zack, still the boy she had loved with all of her heart, and nothing can take that from them. ]

Mmhm. You're definitely stronger.

[ Leaning down, she kisses the muscle of the arm he flexed, moving across to let her mouth take in his collarbone, the curve of his jaw, down to one of the scars - and she kisses those, too, showing him how much she loves him, how much she doesn't care. ]

[It's not a surprise, that she'd accept him like this. It's not, it's not, but even so a sudden warmth fills his chest, spreading through his whole body as her hands and lips touch his skin, brushing gently over the divots and scars, showing them the same affection and care as she'd shown any other part of him. Like this ugly swiss-cheese body of his is just as handsome and attractive as it could ever be when it was fresh and unscarred. How shameful- she'd never given him a reason to doubt her sincerity, or to think that she could ever be so shallow, it's just his own self-doubt that was the real problem. That's not who she is. That's not his Aerith.

With a shuddering sigh - halfway a laugh, relieved and glad - he winds his arms around her, resting his head against her hair, and closes his eyes. How did an idiot like him ever end up this lucky?]

I love you, you know that?

[Surely she does, but after everything, she deserves to hear it, sincerely and often. And he's never loved her more than in this moment.]

[ There's a softness in the way she touches him - not because she thinks he's delicate or because he needs it, but because she thinks that he deserves it, and it's an important distinction to make. Zack's life hasn't been easy, or gentle, or particularly warm, but it's brought them together, now. It's made it so that she and Zack and Cloud can reach for each other, and each kiss against the scarring of his body is almost like a prayer, something like thanks, pleased that the two of them have the time to lay together like this, to reach and touch each other with what is beginning to feel less and less like stolen time.

Lifting her head, she smiles, kissing his jaw then higher, adjusting her weight so she can kiss him properly, stealing the words from his mouth. ]

I love you too.

[ Carefully, she leans away, reaching for the hem of the shirt that settles around her, tilting her head with something that could be considered teasing. ]

Shall I take mine off?

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