[Without the little push that bolsters them to a certain degree, too much awareness would sink in. The foreign space, belonging to people they don’t know; the situation just outside. Sephiroth’s willingness to explore her body in ways belying a confidence that wouldn’t be present otherwise.
But they can overthink it later. He certainly isn’t overthinking it now. After finagling off her trousers (the boots remain), after the kiss plush against her thigh, he takes in the sight she’s displaying to him. The scars that tell stories he’s not privy to, marked against her skin, some that look newer than others.
And, of course, the marking of a rose tattoo on her inner left thigh more poignant than the rest. Sephiroth can’t help himself — he draws the pad of his thumb against the design.]
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But they can overthink it later. He certainly isn’t overthinking it now. After finagling off her trousers (the boots remain), after the kiss plush against her thigh, he takes in the sight she’s displaying to him. The scars that tell stories he’s not privy to, marked against her skin, some that look newer than others.
And, of course, the marking of a rose tattoo on her inner left thigh more poignant than the rest. Sephiroth can’t help himself — he draws the pad of his thumb against the design.]
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