Mhm. I do. [ She's shivering, just a little, now, flushed with pleasure, fingers digging into the sheets. Aerith doesn't think it'd be a good idea to grab at Cloud's head right now, considering, but he's kissing her skin and pressing his fingers and it feels so good. She burns, biting down on her lip as she wiggles against him, pressing down into his hand. ]
Watching her chest heave as he touches her, as he goes a little faster and firmer, as he sucks on her nipples and kisses a red mark right under her ear is so good, so fulfilling and so- he's making her feel like this. Aerith deserves to feel like this- to experience pleasure and joy and- and everything instead of all the pain and fear she got.
And he can do this for her.]
Do you need more...? [His fingers are so slick and wet already- would it be better if he tucked them inside of her, thrusted inside of her? Would it make her look like this, or would it be even better? There's so little he knows but he's so eager to learn it, if only to make Aerith happy. He could survive on that- on Aerith being happy. He could thrive on it.]
[ She realises that she needs to guide him, just a little - and while she's as new at this as he is... Well, she does know her body. She knows the things she likes, how to take care of herself, how to touch herself, and she needs to be the one to guide Cloud and teach him.
Who knows Aerith better than herself? Perhaps the Planet, but it's not quite the same thing. ]
Yes, please. [ She breathes out, leaning back into the blankets. Moving her hips, she shifts and makes herself a little more comfortable, pink and content, flushed. Licking her lips, she takes a deep breath to try and find words to speak. ]
[hopefully the planet does not know how to give aerith a satisfying fuck because then they are all outta business amirite
Aerith probably doesn't know any more about having sex with someone else than he does, but when she suggests- asks him to keep going, to press into her, Cloud is all too ready to answer her call. He pushes up to drop a kiss onto her mouth, sweet and firm and full of all the affection he can possibly muster. A thanks, for the direction, a promise, I'll make this good for you, a reassurance that he's still here, will be here for her.
It's not perfect; not for either of them. Cloud gets too nervous, too unreasonably afraid that he'll hurt her and Aerith doesn't know when to ask, what to say, how to command. They both try too hard to please each other, but they still learn. Cloud learns that Aerith likes to see his face, that she appreciates him telling her what he's thinking, feeling. And he's not sure, but he thinks Aerith gets that even if he's not ready for her right now, he will be one day.
He wants to be.
So when she tells him she's had enough, when he pulls away from her and gets up to wash his hands, to bring back a cloth for her to use he climbs into bed beside her and curls up at her side. This is almost better, the warm skin and soft touches, Aerith inches from his eyes and smiling at him so sweetly, cheeks still pink.
Unafraid. Unburdened. Aerith, as she always should've been: free to feel whatever she wants.]
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Date: 2018-02-28 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-08 05:42 am (UTC)Watching her chest heave as he touches her, as he goes a little faster and firmer, as he sucks on her nipples and kisses a red mark right under her ear is so good, so fulfilling and so- he's making her feel like this. Aerith deserves to feel like this- to experience pleasure and joy and- and everything instead of all the pain and fear she got.
And he can do this for her.]
Do you need more...? [His fingers are so slick and wet already- would it be better if he tucked them inside of her, thrusted inside of her? Would it make her look like this, or would it be even better? There's so little he knows but he's so eager to learn it, if only to make Aerith happy. He could survive on that- on Aerith being happy. He could thrive on it.]
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Date: 2018-03-11 10:04 pm (UTC)Who knows Aerith better than herself? Perhaps the Planet, but it's not quite the same thing. ]
Yes, please. [ She breathes out, leaning back into the blankets. Moving her hips, she shifts and makes herself a little more comfortable, pink and content, flushed. Licking her lips, she takes a deep breath to try and find words to speak. ]
Don't stop touching me - and... Inside? Please?
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Date: 2018-03-20 08:15 am (UTC)Aerith probably doesn't know any more about having sex with someone else than he does, but when she suggests- asks him to keep going, to press into her, Cloud is all too ready to answer her call. He pushes up to drop a kiss onto her mouth, sweet and firm and full of all the affection he can possibly muster. A thanks, for the direction, a promise, I'll make this good for you, a reassurance that he's still here, will be here for her.
It's not perfect; not for either of them. Cloud gets too nervous, too unreasonably afraid that he'll hurt her and Aerith doesn't know when to ask, what to say, how to command. They both try too hard to please each other, but they still learn. Cloud learns that Aerith likes to see his face, that she appreciates him telling her what he's thinking, feeling. And he's not sure, but he thinks Aerith gets that even if he's not ready for her right now, he will be one day.
He wants to be.
So when she tells him she's had enough, when he pulls away from her and gets up to wash his hands, to bring back a cloth for her to use he climbs into bed beside her and curls up at her side. This is almost better, the warm skin and soft touches, Aerith inches from his eyes and smiling at him so sweetly, cheeks still pink.
Unafraid. Unburdened. Aerith, as she always should've been: free to feel whatever she wants.]