[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: 2018-03-20 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.]