[ With a gasp, right into his mouth, Ciri stumbles back into the wall. Her fingers tighten on his shoulder, holding onto him when he shifts her balance and lifts her leg -- and the change in pressure and angle, his firm thigh right up against her, where she's already hot inside her leggings, makes her whimper in a way he's definitely never heard before.
Her jaw goes slack, allowing his tongue inside with no resistance, letting him kiss her this time; her own impatient pushing from before seems tempered by his newly more aggressive hold on her.
The cracked plaster behind her groans when Ciri leans more of her weight against it, but she doesn't hear. With Sephiroth's hand under her lifted thigh, she pushes herself up on the toes of her other foot, sliding higher, leveraging herself with her upper back against the wall and her other hand tangled tightly in Sephiroth's long hair. ]
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Her jaw goes slack, allowing his tongue inside with no resistance, letting him kiss her this time; her own impatient pushing from before seems tempered by his newly more aggressive hold on her.
The cracked plaster behind her groans when Ciri leans more of her weight against it, but she doesn't hear. With Sephiroth's hand under her lifted thigh, she pushes herself up on the toes of her other foot, sliding higher, leveraging herself with her upper back against the wall and her other hand tangled tightly in Sephiroth's long hair. ]