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[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?

[Ohhhh, that tease. It's super effective. He shivers again, still tasting her on his lips, licking them idly, and has to resist the urge to close the distance she'd pulled between them and start kissing her again. Can't undress when they're still so tangled... it can wait. He can wait.

Somehow.]

I'd, uh. Really like that, I think.

[He says, but there's no 'think' about it. That eagerness he'd been trying to quell before is shining through in his voice without restraint now.]

[ It's entirely endearing, she decides, how willing her boys are to let her go at her own pace - even if Aerith would probably be okay with stripping off before she even got into bed with them. She shifts back a little before she nods her head, determined and content all at once. ]

Okay.

[ And, there she goes, lifting the shirt up and over her head, dropping it to one side. She's wearing a bra, but it doesn't do anything to cover the rest of her body. ]

[He's seen a hint of this, back on the beach in her bathing suit, but back then it'd covered up so much more skin than this. Every inch of her skin looks soft and perfect, every curve and contour leaving him a bit dazzled. Even - and he can see it now, too - the slit of a scar left by Sephiroth's blade, that which had killed her. His gaze wanders to it and then away, not because it's ugly or that it bothers him but because he doesn't want to get angry again, not with her right here alive and well in front of him. Not when they're here to enjoy themselves together. Forget that bastard. Aerith's here.

His hands shift to hold gently at her waist, thumbs brushing idly over her stomach, and he leans in to kiss her again, first properly on the lips, then just beside as he mumbles,]

Y'got even prettier while I was gone... didn't know that was possible.

[...wait]

'm not saying that just because you showed me your boobs.

[ It makes her laugh, a soft, playful sound - and she doesn't bother trying to hide herself away from his gaze. He's seen her with less clothes on before, and even though this is a little bit different she knows that she can trust him, that her faith in him is sound. It helps when his hand rests over her waist, when he leans to kiss her, to distract her from the knowledge that she's bared herself with something much nicer: the taste of his mouth, the mumble of his words as he speaks, the way it makes her fight the giggles all over again. ]

I grew up, Zack. I was just a girl when we first met, remember?

[ She's grown a lot since then. Stronger, taller, prettier, better, she thinks, in the end, better for the challenges and hardships. ]

[Ahhh, she has such a cute laugh. He wants to make her laugh even more, just so he can hear it all the time. He grins against cheek, his hands beginning to gently rove again, teasing over her bare skin.]

How could I ever forget? I was the same, after all. Just a dumb kid looking to impress the world.

[He's not all that different now, truth be told, besides the kid part. Maybe a little darker now, a little quieter. But still Zack, all the same.]

You impressed me!

[ Which is true. She had been a little scared of so many things, and she got braver with Zack standing beside her. Brave enough to follow Cloud out into a world that she sacrificed herself to change.

It's easier to focus on the way his hands explore her body, though, and she bites her lip before she leans down. ]

You can take it off.

[ The bra. ]

[Aww, now he's beaming like a real idiot. The blush creeps back over his cheeks again - it might as well be perpetual by now - and his hands slide up her back, nudging their way between her skin and the waiting fabric.]

Hmmmmmm... if you insist.

[He fiddles with the clasp - shifts his grip, fiddles again - then leans in closer to start kissing her neck as a delay tactic. It isn't rocket science, they're just hooks, but-]

...these things aren't made for big fingers, hang on.

[Up, twist, back- AH HA THERE WE GO]

[ But look how cute he is!! Aerith beams, nodding her head and leaning closer, shifting a little so he has more room to reach behind her without straining too far. She tilts her head, watching him fondly, even as he fumbles and she has to bite her lip to stop herself from giggling.

It's charming, just like Cloud had been. ]

You could've asked for help.

[ But then her shoulders are shrugging and her bra is falling off and away. ]

No I couldn't, because I'm stubborn like that.

[it's half in jest; if it was a real problem, be could ask. but he will not be defeated by a bra!! but then the fabric drops and bwuuuuuuuuuuh.

is he staring? he's staring. he should stop staring. sweet holy she has cute boobs.]

Yours, uh. Looks nicer than mine. Hey, I'm gonna- tell me if-

[coherency? what are you? he figures she gets his meaning and will tell him to piss off if she's not happy, so he lets his hands wander back around, exploring her chest in much the same way he'd explored the rest of her body, gently massaging and stroking over the skin.]

You're a pain, that's what you are.

[ But he's definitely staring at her, and Aerith shifts a little, pink cheeked and uncertain. She bites down on her own lip, watching Zack for a long, long moment before she bows her head, fighting her smile.

But, okay. Zack is touching her again and it feels wonderful, her eyes closing as she hums happily. ]

I like your chest, Mr. SOLDIER. I'm fitter than I used to be, though!

[ All that traipsing across the world was good for something. ]

Mmmmhm.

[he knows he's a pain, he won't even try denying it. anyway, his mouth is kinda preoccupied; since she sounds happy enough to enjoy the massages, he leans in closer to kiss and nibble at her neck and shoulder, teasing her bare skin in tandem with his roving hands. she keeps making those happy noises, and it just makes him want to pamper her more.]

I can tell. Feel those muscles.

[he kisses her bicep; it's bigger than it was before, still cute and much smaller than his own, but firm from years of practicing with a staff, from running or climbing away from Turks, from following her own path. it's super attractive, if he's honest with himself.]

I trained very hard.

[ She's really trying her best to be very serious, as if they're having a serious conversation about her weight training, but it soon breaks into a soft laugh, her head shaking as she leans down, tilted towards Zack again. She has become stronger, that's true, and she's fitter now, but... Aerith is glad that Zack seems to like it rather than not. Some boys like girls that are soft rather than learning how to use their strength, she thinks, and she's glad that her faith in Zack is true.

Her legs squeeze around his hips lightly as she lifts her hand, tilting Zack's head up so she can kiss him again before she leans back, resisting the urge to flex. ]

Is that all you're going to feel?

[There's a faint chuckle against her neck, not because the thought of her training is funny, but just- it's so wild to think about, how much she's changed, how well it suits her. She's always been strong. It's fitting that her capability reflects that as much as her spirit.

The feel of her legs against his make him squirm a little, letting his hands drift lower, back to her sides, thumbs rubbing lightly over her skin.]

I could do plenty... where do you want me?

[He's had his fun, now it's her turn to decide what's next. He's completely at her disposal.]

[ Aerith doesn't think that she could take him in a fight, or anything like it, but she could fight with him and she hopes she's proven herself that much, at least. The idea of having to sit somewhere quietly while her boys fought something or someone... It doesn't sit right with her, not even a little.

That's not a thought for right now, though, now when Zack is squirming between her legs and she's biting her own lip to muffle the little sound that wants to fall through. ]

Everywhere. Will that do?

[ She reaches for his hands, bringing them up to her breasts again. ]

I want you to touch me everywhere you want.

[It's vague, but agreeable, if the tone of his "mmmmm hmm" is any indication. He does give her breasts a light, playful little squeeze when she leaves his hands there - because god they are squishy and way too fun to touch - but once that's done he lets his hands rove back to her waist, tensing, ready to move again.]

How about this- I'm gonna do just that, and you tell me when to stop or if you want me to do something else. Deal?

[And that's all the warning she gets before he gently but effortlessly lifts her up, twists them around, and tilts her back against the mattress. There's an awful lot of her body that's not reachable in the position they were in, and he intends to follow through with her request- thoroughly.]

[ The squeeze makes her shiver and she tilts her head, cheeks flushed. She's used to the warmth on her skin now and it doesn't make her stop, even as Zack's hands move and explore her a little more. Whatever Zack wants, she thinks, will feel good, and she longs for it. ]

Okay. That's a deal. [ She beams, her eyes widening as she's lifted and pressed back onto the bed. ] -- Zack!

[ Lifting her head, she watches him before she giggles, leaning back and making herself comfortable. She's getting more and more bare for him and she doesn't mind even a little, shifting to make herself comfortable. ]

[He leans over her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her like this, laid back against his bed, smiling up at him with laughter on her lips. He bends to kiss her again, tasting that joy and sharing every bit of it, and just before he's left breathless he draws away again, edging backwards and letting his hands brush a long path down the length of her body, till he's at her feet, playfully kissing a toe.]

From one end to the other, I'm gonna do it- just watch me. Or don't- might feel more fun if you close your eyes.

[His thumbs fiddle with the edge of her pants.]

Gonna take this off too, okay?

[ It's utterly ridiculous, sweet and playful, and it's everything she could have dreamed of and more. All the young girls with their first boyfriends dreamed about going 'all the way', and she thinks about how different those idle daydreams are from the reality. This is so much better, she thinks; there's no way she would have ever been able to imagine the wonder of having Zack over and above her, touching her and kissing her.

Lifting her hand, she tugs on his ear gently. ]

I want to watch everything you do.

[ But then she's wiggling, lifting her hips up, yes, please, take them off. ]

Will I get to see you after?

You can see whatever you wanna, whenever you wanna. It's a promise.

[He'd strip for her right now if she asked him to. He's just... kinda preoccupied, that's all.

He gives her waistband a tug, sliding the pants downwards and revealing cute hips, cute underwear, cute thighs, cute everything. Even the way she wiggles is cute. Once the fabric is off he discards them and bends down, starting back at her foot again, and as promised begins to kiss a slow, tender line up one of her legs.

(Out of the corner of his eye he can see the trousers - Cloud's - lying in a heap on his floor, and something twinges, a odd yet pleasant sense of satisfaction. He files it away to unpack later, much later, because he has no idea what the heck that's all about.)]

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i forgot the nsfw note so belatedly here it goes

oh yeah whoops

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