[Sephiroth remains hyperaware of her fingertips trailing across his upper half, tracing planes of muscle. Like a second sense thrumming in the background as he listens to her desires, imagines every notion in his mind, eyes fixed on her face.
Her thigh lifts, drags slight friction against his own, teases a little too high (not high enough) between his legs for him to hold back a low moan. It escapes him, low and rumbling in his chest, likely felt by Ciri’s questing touch.
I want you to make me feel safe.
And then his chest constricts in a not entirely unpleasant way. It feels like an expression of trust as much as it is an invitation to truly lose themselves in one another, and his gaze trails over her form again, almost arrested by the sight paired with the sentiment. Can he give her that? He would be a fool not to try.]
Then one thing at a time.
[A kiss. That much is so, so easy, and just as tantalizing as the rest. He leans in again, catching her lips against his, though his hands snake behind her back to seek the clasp of her bra.]
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Her thigh lifts, drags slight friction against his own, teases a little too high (not high enough) between his legs for him to hold back a low moan. It escapes him, low and rumbling in his chest, likely felt by Ciri’s questing touch.
I want you to make me feel safe.
And then his chest constricts in a not entirely unpleasant way. It feels like an expression of trust as much as it is an invitation to truly lose themselves in one another, and his gaze trails over her form again, almost arrested by the sight paired with the sentiment. Can he give her that? He would be a fool not to try.]
Then one thing at a time.
[A kiss. That much is so, so easy, and just as tantalizing as the rest. He leans in again, catching her lips against his, though his hands snake behind her back to seek the clasp of her bra.]