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Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β He did not know her well if heΒ Β believedΒ Β she would allow him to simply stand back, brush off the moment, andΒ Β ignoreΒ Β the tenderness they shared. Something she had yearned for, whether she admitted it to herself or not. AlmostΒ Β CONFUSEDΒ Β at his reaction, taking a second for offence andΒ Β anotherΒ Β to analyse. Upon this, she notices his shy body language, certain his cheeks may be that of a deeper hue. She smiles soft as she closes the space between them again. He wasnβt escapingΒ Β thatΒ Β easily. Index and middle finger walk up the fabric of his chest until she regains his gaze. Mako staring deep, emerald falling even deeper as she looks at him with soft sincerity.Β
A pause. And she is moving closerΒ Β β- Β closerΒ Β still. Their lips to meet once again. Her kisses are soft, gentle, but doesnβt give him chance to retreat. One soft kiss follows with another, and another, hoping he may lean and melt into the embrace. Taking a chance, but certain heΒ Β tooΒ Β feels the passion between them, an unspoken romance that they shared. But she is bold, and she does not wait for a man to make the move, she in charge of what she wants. Right now? What she desires is HIM.
Β Β Β Β cloudβs eyes trail down to meet her gaze, watching intently as she takes steps closer to him until sheβs lingering far too closely in his personal space for his liking. a soft sigh sounds from the back of his throat, lips part to protest her actions, but he canβt. aerithβs made it impossibly hard for him to stand his ground with her, and part of him doesnβt seem to wantΒ to. he wants to give in to her, let her take the ropes and guide him. his tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip, brows furrowed as her fingertips trail up his chest.
Β Β Β Β mako infused orbs content with his fixated gaze, flickering between her lips and those emerald hues. until they flutter shut and cloudβs own mimic them, his lips busied with matching each of her light kisses as she presses them to his own. heβs awfully afraid of doing something wrong, but aerith isnβt fragile, he knows he wonβt break her. she might break him, honestly. one hand comes up to rest against her hip, the other moves to rest flat on her back against her jacket. he pulls her closer, as close as he can have her, and refocuses his attention on kissing her.











