[The noise she makes — no, he’s never heard it before, and it’s almost maddening how much he wishes to hear more of it. Feel more of her. With her leg hiked against him, and his own thigh in between her legs, this angle teases his mind at how well they might slot together if they were not forced to brace themselves against a cracking wall.
She lifts herself up to encourage him, and his tongue slips inside her mouth, warm, warm, seeking hers. He doesn’t realize the noise he makes, either, but it’s something low from the hollow of his throat; it’s eager, and only minutely interrupted when he feels a tug at his hair, her fingers slotting through the silver.
He decides he likes that, too.
Sephiroth presses closer into her again. The wall strains. It’s hard to tell whether patience or practicality motivates him to lift her up, then, but it doesn’t really matter. He slides his hands beneath Ciri’s backside, hoisting her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist.]
Somewhere to lie down. [—he manages, breathy, somewhere in between all of that. They should find somewhere to lie down.]
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She lifts herself up to encourage him, and his tongue slips inside her mouth, warm, warm, seeking hers. He doesn’t realize the noise he makes, either, but it’s something low from the hollow of his throat; it’s eager, and only minutely interrupted when he feels a tug at his hair, her fingers slotting through the silver.
He decides he likes that, too.
Sephiroth presses closer into her again. The wall strains. It’s hard to tell whether patience or practicality motivates him to lift her up, then, but it doesn’t really matter. He slides his hands beneath Ciri’s backside, hoisting her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist.]
Somewhere to lie down. [—he manages, breathy, somewhere in between all of that. They should find somewhere to lie down.]