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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.)]

That's quite a big promise. Do you think you can live up to it?

[ She's only teasing, because she knows he absolutely can.

Each touch Zack offers her is incredible, and she feels her face flush wish warmth as she turns her head to watch him; the drag of his lips against his skin, the feeling of it while she sees it, too, the urge to reach up and touch him, to drag him down - but also to get him to move to where she wants him the most.

Carefully, her hand lifts and touches his cheek, his hair, dragging through it before she relaxes and shifts her hips. She wants Zack to touch her, absolutely, but she can relax in this slow torture for a little while as well, she thinks. ]

Babe, I never talk big if I can't deliver.

[Which is a goddamn lie, probably, but he means it this time. To the best of his ability, he fully intends to give her anything, everything. But for now she's earned his attention, and the pampering that he made her wait more than five years to receive.

It's a slow, gentle path up her legs, his body planted neatly between them, kissing and massaging her bared skin, experimentally searching for all the right spots to make her jump or squirm. He's not the most patient of people, so it doesn't take him too long to reach the apex of her thighs- and it's there that he pauses, fingers sliding between the waistband of her underwear, not moving just yet.]

Ready? I wanna try something... tell me if it's weird.

Hmm...

[ It's obvious she doesn't completely agree, but she's not going to force the issue. Instead, she grins, all teeth and smiles, shifting a little so that both she and Zack are just a little more comfortable, so that she can focus on him entirely.

It's warm and tingly where he kisses, the brush of fingers against her skin making her feel warm, intense and unsure, and she breathes out sharply when he kisses the curve of her knee in just the right place. Of course, he's Zack, and he moves as slowly as he possible can, and Aerith blinks when she tilts her head to look at him and finds him pausing. ]

... What do you want to do?

[And now that she's asking him he falters, fumbling for his words, because wow is it ever suddenly intimidating. This is seriously unfamiliar territory even for him, and he doesn't want to screw it up for either of them.]

Um... I wanna see you, first, and... I wanna make you feel good.

[Red, red, he's so red.]

[ It's sweet - they're both getting used to this, getting comfortable with each other, and Aerith watches with a warm fondness that she can't hide. Slowly, carefully, she reaches up and touches his cheek, stroking her fingers to brush through and against his hair.

She hesitates, but - ]

You can do that. I'm not shy.

[ Should she tell him that she's done things with Cloud already? Is that fair? Maybe later, when they're done together -- or never. Does it even matter? ]

[Might be a little weird to tell him now, babe. But regardless, with her approval and encouragement he gently drags her underwear down, sliding it off of her legs and setting it with the rest of their clothes. And then he takes a moment to drink in the sight of her, stretched out and naked in his bed, and just. God. Words can't describe the number of good and wonderful things he wants to share with her. She's beautiful, every inch of her, from her body to the expression on her face, to the way her hands move over his skin, and the love and adoration is as clear and honest in his gaze as it's always been. It's not just that she's unclothed and hot as hell, sharing her most secret self with him, but that she's giving him this, sharing this moment with him.

He refuses to keep her waiting too long, so after the moment passes he shakes it off and lifts up again, first to kiss her long and fierce on the lips, then down, lips (and then tongue) pressing in between her legs. It's experimental but bold- he's never done this before, but he's sure as hell going to try his best to do it right.]

[ It's incredible, to be stretched out under Zack and see him looking down at her. She feels like the centre of his world all of a sudden, as if she's the only thing that matters, and it overwhelms her. Aerith has always known that she was special, but not because of who she was at her heart; it was her race, her people, that made her special, made people want to find her and use her. In this moment, like this... She feels special because she is, because Zack thinks she is, and it's incredible. With him, curled up with him, reaching for him and offering him kisses... She's never felt this content, this happy, this warm.

She leans into the kiss when it comes, slipping back to relax on the bed afterwards. All of that changes when Zack's tongue is between her legs - and she shifts, moaning aloud, eyes closing as she tilts her head back. It feels good, really good, and she shifts, grabbing at the sheets. ]

Oh -

[That's a noise he hasn't heard before, not like that, and he pauses, poking his head up from between her legs with wide eyes to check her expression.]

Was that a good "oh" or a bad "oh"?

[Because she'd sounded as surprised as he is now and he thinks it was good but it's hard to see her face from here and- wow her knuckles are going white over there, huh.]

[ She's flushed a violent pink, and when he stops her eyes widen and she sits up, just enough to stare down at him. ]

That - it was a good oh. Please don't stop.

[ Gentle fingers tug at his hair, stroking through. She's not going to force him, but... ]

[oh. oh, shit, she likes it.]

U-um, okay. I'll-

[He ducks his head down at her urging, feeling a renewed confidence, and starts again, a little harder, a little deeper. He lets his tongue explore and tries to move in ways she reacts strongest to- touching here, stroking there, seeking out the perfect spots as her voice and tightened fingers guide him. Just listening to her make those noises is the wildest thing he's done in a long, long time, and he's eager to please.

bless you, Third-Class Cader, for the fantastic tip all those years ago...]

[ It's endearing, how nervous they both are, but Aerith can't dwell on it when she feels a little bit like something inside of her is going to snap and fall apart.

Whatever Zack is doing - however he's listening to her body, the way he touches her and learns her - it feels amazing, her head tilted back and her eyes closed. It's a slow, steady thing - nerves colour her comfort and make it harder for her to really enjoy it without being uncertain, without wondering about how she tastes, how she feels, if he's enjoying himself, little knots of anxiety in her stomach - but she swallows. It feels good, at the heart of it, and the soft noise she makes is breathless, on the edge of something more. ]

Zack, please -

[Oh wow, oh wow she is super into it. Zack can feel his cheeks flushing red at the noises she's making, proud and pleased- and more than a little affected by it, himself. She's definitely going to notice how strained his pants are getting when he sits up.

Not yet, though- he has no intention of stopping. He keeps going strong, letting his hands move at the same time, palms rubbing at her stomach above where his tongue is grinding, at her knee, her sides- the places where she'd reacted most to his kisses earlier. He wants her senses overwhelmed with every good feeling he can muster out of her, he wants his answer to her please be got it, yep, whatever you need. He wants this to be amazing for her, because it sure is amazing to watch.]

Ah -

[ Zack keeps touching her, drawing out the warm pleasure that's moving through her body, and her cheeks are flushed a violent red that she can't even begin to try and manage. She's hot from top to toe, and her heart is thudding in her chest, so loudly that she thinks it's impossible that Zack isn't able to hear it, especially with his SOLDIER senses. ]

Just - a little more, I -

[ She can barely speak, her breath hitching as she bites at her lip hard and, leaning back, she squeezes her eyes shut. When it comes over her it's like a rush of energy flowing through her and she shivers, moaning aloud as she falls apart - all because of Zack and what he's doing to her. ]

[Oh, man. Oh man that was the best noise yet. Zack lets his body linger close to hers for a handful of moments after she cries out, practically basking in the way she squirms under him, the way her hands twist and her legs pin him in. His hands rub up and down her thighs soothingly, taking in every move she makes, every sound she utters. As it fades and she comes down from that high, he pokes his head up again, lips wet, looking ridiculously pleased with himself, and climbs back up her body to get closer to her face.]

That good?

[Never seen a girl look so red before. It's a beautiful shade on her... ahh, hell, he's gonna kiss her senseless.]

[ It takes her a couple of breaths to actually lift her head and open her eyes, but when she does it's clear that it was very good. She's flushed and breathless, reaching up for Zack so she can pull him close: what Aerith wants, right now, more than anything, is to hold onto him and cuddle close, to hide her face against the warmth of his shoulder as she composes herself. She's still prickling with it, and she tilts her head as she smiles. ]

That good.

[ But now... Now she wants to do something for him but she doesn't know where to start. Cloud hadn't let her and she really wants Zack to feel amazing as well. ]

[Hee. Zack shifts closer as he's pulled, curling his body up at her side, one arm draped over her, the other teasing through damp hair. His fingers tangle through the ribbon and he tilts his head to glance at it, brows furrowed curiously.]

Can I take this out?

[Has he ever seen her hair down? He honestly can't recall a time. She always seemed to like it up and out of the way, but it's so long and pretty...]

[ As soon as Zack is close enough she curls against him as well, tilting up to press her smile against his jawline. She feels warm all over, and she wants to keep touching him, to keep her arms around him so that she can keep that feeling tucked against herself.

It takes her a moment to realise what he's asking for, but when she does she smiles, brightening. ]

Of course. Put it somewhere safe, okay?

Absolutely.

[He knows how precious that ribbon is to her, after all. Gently he tugs the bow loose and free of her hair, winding it around the curve of the headboard for safekeeping. Once the ribbon is out he slides his fingers down the length of her hair, opening up her braid at the base and letting her hair cascade in long, soft waves around them. There's so much more of it spread out like that, he can't help staring in open wonder.]

Beautiful... I mean, you always are, but... damn, Aerith. It's really pretty when it's down. You look amazing!

[Naked and breathless and red-cheeked with her hair spread about like a curtain-

-fuck. He's gonna pop at this rate.]

[ How long has it been since she first got it? So many years have gone by and she keeps it, never for a second considering letting it go. There's no way for her to let it slip through her fingers, not when it means so much to her - not when the person who gave it to her is so important. Tilting her head up to look at Zack now she feels her chest swell with her adoration: there's no doubt how much and how deeply she loves him. ]

Should I wear it down more, then?

[ Leaning into his touch she smiles, letting him look and play with her hair as much as he wants. ]

Hey, you know it's your hair, you can do whatever you want. I wouldn't say no if you felt like it, though.

[He's totally gonna pet it for a bit, though. It's so soft and silky, and it curls as he twines his fingers around and around. His gaze shifts back to her face after a long moment, and he leans in to kiss first her cheek, then her lips once more. The whole "whatever you want" still applies to everything else, too.]

I'll keep it down a little more. Maybe when I spend the night again?

[ That's going to happen, after all. Shifting, Aerith tilts and leans up into the kiss, wrapping her arm around Zack before she stops and leans back. ]

Do... You want to?

[ More. Everything. ]

[Zack's eyes are still closed, pleased and content, but at her words his eyes snap open to study her expression. Is she-]

Yeah, [he mumbles, a bit hastily - kind of embarrassingly so, but too late now - and lifts himself up to let her move.] Yeah, I wanna. You too?

[ She's flushed, tilting her head up and offering herself for a kiss. ]

I do. [ She wiggles, just a little, more from nervousness than anything else. ] With you? I do.

...Okay.

[He indulges in the kiss for a long, hungry moment, tasting her mouth, letting it fuel his own growing heat, until at last he forces himself back again with a soft gasp, his eyes lidded.]

Shit, Aerith... it is really hard to stop doing that long enough to get this stuff off. How do you wanna-? Like this? Should I roll us over? Um, hang on, I'll just-

[JUST GONNA DO IT

Just gonna drag himself off and to the side so he can start fiddling with his pants. Everything's tight and cramped and he just wants to cozy up to her, skin against skin.]

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days since akai took sex scenes seriously: 0

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