[Probably won’t fall on them is good enough for Sephiroth right now. It’s more promising than hoping the wall won’t completely give out under the force of their enthusiasm. And with the warm coil of Ciri’s legs wrapping around his middle, her lips just barely removed from his as he speaks (he can still taste her), the notion of keeping himself entwined with her body refuses to leave his mind and imagination. It culminates in a wave of warmth that bolts straight down between his legs.
He wastes no time, then, in carrying her to the bedroom down the hall. It’s a wonder that he manages without bumping them into anything along the way, his lips still seeking to clumsily chase hers even as he crosses the threshold into the bedroom.
Once there, he manages to lower her onto the bed — not too roughly, but a little hastily, belying a growing impatience.]
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He wastes no time, then, in carrying her to the bedroom down the hall. It’s a wonder that he manages without bumping them into anything along the way, his lips still seeking to clumsily chase hers even as he crosses the threshold into the bedroom.
Once there, he manages to lower her onto the bed — not too roughly, but a little hastily, belying a growing impatience.]