[Now wasn't that darling of him? This sweet, horny man was kind enough to help her find what she was looking for! Aerith was delighted when he took her hands and showed her via touch just where she needed to be, and wasted no time in unhooking those straps and belts and whatever else Sephiroth had keeping him together! There was just too much. Someone needed to teach him what a shirt was...
Pealing off the layers was all well and good, but Aerith eventually was forced to break the kiss. As much as she hated to do so, she needed to. She looked up at him and grinned before she reached up and pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. Aerith would let him finish letting him take that off, because she soon pulled her hands back so she could grab the hem of her own top and pulled it up and over her head before Sephiroth could tear it. It was pretty!
That left her in a bra and her skirt and with hands that reached out to smooth up Sephiroth's chest and to his neck, hands resting on the sides gently.]
What is it about you...? I can't help myself. Why can't I keep my hands off of you?
[Was it just this world? Or something deeper? Because as much as she wanted this man, there really was something else running below the surface. That feeling of belonging. This felt right, more than anything else in her life had felt right. Being here, in his arms, was her home...]
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Pealing off the layers was all well and good, but Aerith eventually was forced to break the kiss. As much as she hated to do so, she needed to. She looked up at him and grinned before she reached up and pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. Aerith would let him finish letting him take that off, because she soon pulled her hands back so she could grab the hem of her own top and pulled it up and over her head before Sephiroth could tear it. It was pretty!
That left her in a bra and her skirt and with hands that reached out to smooth up Sephiroth's chest and to his neck, hands resting on the sides gently.]
What is it about you...? I can't help myself. Why can't I keep my hands off of you?
[Was it just this world? Or something deeper? Because as much as she wanted this man, there really was something else running below the surface. That feeling of belonging. This felt right, more than anything else in her life had felt right. Being here, in his arms, was her home...]