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[zacrifice]

[Here he is!! Slightly breathless, which is unusual for a SOLDIER, even. Immediately he really does sweep her up, lifting her and spinning her around with a big, laughing kiss.]

You're a tease! Is that the surprise?

[Telling him over TEXT while he's not home! Gosh!]

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[ Her arms go around him immediately, laughing as she tilts her head up to press their mouths together tenderly. ]

It's not teasing! I'm following through!

[ Cheeks pink, she leans into Zack, trusting that he'll hold on to her. ]

The surprise is - all of it, mm, maybe?

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All of it? [He grins, bumping their noses.] All of whaaat?

[Sorry if she was going to answer, he's kissing her again. Infinite! Kisses!]

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[ Aerith laughs into his mouth, lifting her arms to hold herself up around his shoulders. ]

The whole evening. I wanted to spend it with you.

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Hmmm... [He's beaming like the biggest, brightest dork.] I want that too, turns out. Lucky us.

[And he owes her infinite kisses, so he'll start with #2 right away, lowering her back down so he can hold her properly.]

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[ She presses into the kiss, sinking one hand into his hair to give herself just the right leverage. ]

Do you wanna... Go up?

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[His brows lift again, recognizing once more the implications. Not that he doubted her, but... she's serious. With his face still close to hers, he bumps their noses gently.]

I do if you do.

[He really, really does.]

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[ Laughing softly, she nuzzles back, kissing the tip of his nose. ]

Okay, good, because it's cold down here.

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I can think of a few ways to warm you up.

[He scoops her up again, bridal style this time. He's going for the stairs!]

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[ That has her giggling, arms around his neck as she lets him do as he pleases. ]

Lending me a sweater, right?

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[Is she trying to make him pout?]

Only if I'm allowed to take it off again.

[He's taking her up the staaaairs-]

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You can do whatever you like.

[ And she means it! He has free reign! ]

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[ALMOST TRIPS ON THE DOORFRAME AT THAT-]

Oh yeah? [He nudges his way into the first bedroom (that isn't Cloud's, grinning and kissing along her cheek, down towards her neck.] That's a big offer, y'know. I like a lot of things.

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[ She's still giggling a little, tilting her head so that he can kiss her all the more. ]

I want to try them. With you, Zack. [ She hums softly, pleased. ] I've been thinking about it.

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[Oh that neck is getting so smooched. Soft and tender, a little racy in an experimental sense, as he lets his feet carry them closer to the bed.]

You have, huh. Tell me about it.

[His mouth is too busy.]

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[ Her arms are still wrapping around him, but as soon as they're close to the bed she's leaning back. Put her down, then he can be on top, right... ]

You have really big hands, you know? I've thought about that.

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[That was the goal, so once they're at the bed he lowers her down, sitting down next to her at first to hastily kick off his boots and lean over her, one hand cupping her cheek, the other drifting over her side.]

Sure do. Y'want me to touch you with these big hands?

[He's already doing it! He's also bending closer, so he can return to kissing her neck. She's so warm and soft, smiling so sweetly (in a way that encourages more, makes his insides twist in the best ways), and he'd really like to make her as happy as he can.]

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Zack!

[ She sounds scandalised for a second, before she's blushing and leaning up to give him an equally sweet smile, expression warm. ]

That's what I want. I want to touch you, too.

[ Her head tilts, and her fingers sink up, trying to sneak in to touch his skin. ]

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[He chuckles, shivering a little at the brush of her fingers on his skin. He shows zero resistance at her touch, his body arching towards her to coax her further. Meanwhile his hand slides up and back, pinned beneath her and the bed as he trails fingers up her spine, toying with the tethers of her dress.]

You can touch me anywhere y'want.

[His whole body is fair game for her exploration, he's decided. And hopefully she doesn't mind him feeling emboldened by her offer, his other hand splaying across her stomach, just beneath her breasts.]

How about... here?

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[ Watching Zack, seeing him enjoy himself, the way that he reaches to touch her... It makes her cheeks go a soft, rosy red, and she's so happy. She's so glad they're able to share this with one another, and it bubbles inside of her with an expectant glee.

She wants this. She wants him. Really badly. ]

That's too much choice!

[ Almost pouting, until she's distracted by his hands, and then she's wiggling, nodding her head, trying to push into his hands as her own trail up his arms and chase his skin. ]

Please.

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Pick a spot at random, then!

[He laughs lightly at her wiggle, feeling braver through her encouragement and unraveling the binding of her dress, his other hand gently cupping her breast and massaging it. He arches against her touch, bending to kiss her again, and in between each kiss,]

Whoa, um... you're really... soft.

[SORRY AERITH HE'S STUPID-]

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[ That makes her laugh, at least, and she swats his arm gently. ]

You couldn't say 'cute', or 'pretty', or 'beautiful'?

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[He grins, shameless.] You're cute, you're pretty, you're beautiful. [Another gentle squeeze.] Also soft.

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[ Rolling her eyes, Aerith shifts, wiggling, fingers starting to explore his chest. She wants this - him - and she's going to take it. They've lost enough time, haven't they? ]

It feels good, Zack.

[ Going to keep teasing her now? ]

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...n-no ma'am...

Zack finally gets the strings of her dress loose, and the fabric dips a little off her shoulders. But rather than coax it further, he pulls back a bit and releases her, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and dragging it right up and off of himself. He discards it and smiles down at her, his cheeks dusted a bit pink.]

How's that?

[He tries not to be self-conscious - he's carrying a lot of old bullet scars courtesy of his death - but it's still a nice chest, he thinks. He hopes!]