[ She can feel the wall bowing behind her. It's precarious, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Ciri is aware they should probably move. But she doesn't want to move. She doesn't want to be distracted. Sephiroth kisses her deeper, that low noise he makes something she can taste, something she can feel shuddering through her whole body.
When he hoists her up, there is no protest. Ciri barely moves away enough to let him speak. Her legs wrap around his waist, arms around his neck, allowing him to carry her anywhere he likes. ]
Bedroom. Down the hall.
[ Where she'd been trying to find new clothes earlier. It'd seemed clean enough, and the ceiling probably won't fall on them. ]
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When he hoists her up, there is no protest. Ciri barely moves away enough to let him speak. Her legs wrap around his waist, arms around his neck, allowing him to carry her anywhere he likes. ]
Bedroom. Down the hall.
[ Where she'd been trying to find new clothes earlier. It'd seemed clean enough, and the ceiling probably won't fall on them. ]