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.
[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.]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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,]
[ 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? ]
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!]
Her fingers are trailing along his chest immediately, pressing palm flat as she explores, eyes widening. He looks good, and she doesn't dwell on the scars or anything like that. Instead, she pushes herself up, leans in to press her mouth against his skin, his neck, sighing softly. ]
You're... [ Words aren't good enough at all, are they? ]
[He leans in, catching spots at her neck and shoulder where he can reach with his own lips, the kiss a mixture of soft and a bit hungry. Her hand and her mouth feel good on his bare skin, and he tilts into it, eager for more.]
I'm...?
[Maybe just a little more teasing. But he took his shirt off for her! Surely he can play.]
[He accepts the invitation gladly, coaxing the dress off her shoulders and down her arms, baring her back and breasts. Bra? Is she sporting a bra? That'll be the next step if so. (He's admiring her either way. Aerith has cute boobs.)]
Why can't you? What's stopping you, huh? [He shifts meaningfully against her.] You can do whatever you want with me.
[ Aerith reaches up, to tug at the straps of her bra, to shift and reach behind herself, to try and flick at the clasps holding them together with a huff of noise. ]
Let me get this off, then I'm going to touch you all over. [ And she means it, too. As soon as her breasts are bared, she's leaning up, pushing close and kissing a mark into his neck, fingers stroking down his body. ] Can we take your trousers off, too?
No no he is very respectful! He only gazes a little bit. ...Just a little bit. She really has such cute boobs though. ...Right! Pants.]
Oh they are so off. [He sits up, straddling her waist, and quickly fiddles with his zipper to get it loose, shifting his hips to let the fabric slide down, maybe a little playful press of his body against hers. She can probably feel it more easily now, and will be bound to notice as the pants come off- he's aroused beneath his boxers, eager and attentive to her touch, and to the promise of more. it won't take more than a handful of seconds before the trousers are kicked off and sent to the floor.]
[ Watching Zack move and kick his trousers away, utterly overexcited, has her laughing aloud, leaning up immediately. It's enough to have her a touch shy and nervous, cheeks flushing a pretty read as she notices just how into this she is - not that she's immune herself, squeezing her thighs together, but...
Slowly, she motions for him to sit on the bed so that she can climb up into his lap, straddling his waist deliberately. ]
[He groans as he rolls eagerly over to let her straddle him. His hands stroke up and down at her hips, prepared to steady her if she ever needs it, and he swallows the sudden pitch of dryness in his mouth. Even that small contact feels really good.]
Is it, uh. That obvious? [The eager edge in his voice probably is making it even more obvious.] You're amazing, y'know? Beautiful...
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[He scoops her up again, bridal style this time. He's going for the stairs!]
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Lending me a sweater, right?
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Only if I'm allowed to take it off again.
[He's taking her up the staaaairs-]
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[ And she means it! He has free reign! ]
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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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I want to try them. With you, Zack. [ She hums softly, pleased. ] I've been thinking about it.
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You have, huh. Tell me about it.
[His mouth is too busy.]
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You have really big hands, you know? I've thought about that.
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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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[ 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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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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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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[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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You couldn't say 'cute', or 'pretty', or 'beautiful'?
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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!]
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Her fingers are trailing along his chest immediately, pressing palm flat as she explores, eyes widening. He looks good, and she doesn't dwell on the scars or anything like that. Instead, she pushes herself up, leans in to press her mouth against his skin, his neck, sighing softly. ]
You're... [ Words aren't good enough at all, are they? ]
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I'm...?
[Maybe just a little more teasing. But he took his shirt off for her! Surely he can play.]
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[ Aerith shifts, moving a little, offering for him to move the dress or take it off, whatever he wants. She wants him to see... ]
I want to touch you everywhere, Zack, it's annoying that I can't!
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Why can't you? What's stopping you, huh? [He shifts meaningfully against her.] You can do whatever you want with me.
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Let me get this off, then I'm going to touch you all over. [ And she means it, too. As soon as her breasts are bared, she's leaning up, pushing close and kissing a mark into his neck, fingers stroking down his body. ] Can we take your trousers off, too?
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No no he is very respectful! He only gazes a little bit. ...Just a little bit. She really has such cute boobs though. ...Right! Pants.]
Oh they are so off. [He sits up, straddling her waist, and quickly fiddles with his zipper to get it loose, shifting his hips to let the fabric slide down, maybe a little playful press of his body against hers. She can probably feel it more easily now, and will be bound to notice as the pants come off- he's aroused beneath his boxers, eager and attentive to her touch, and to the promise of more. it won't take more than a handful of seconds before the trousers are kicked off and sent to the floor.]
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Slowly, she motions for him to sit on the bed so that she can climb up into his lap, straddling his waist deliberately. ]
You like it that much?
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Is it, uh. That obvious? [The eager edge in his voice probably is making it even more obvious.] You're amazing, y'know? Beautiful...
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