[He would have to be utterly mad not to enjoy the view, and Sephiroth is sure to indulge himself in it once her bra’s removed, severing their kiss and sitting up to let his eyes trail across every contour she presents him. Along the line of her arms, the slope of her neck, her collarbones, and of course, the curve of her breasts.
And finally, back up again to meet her gaze. She looks almost demure, a sight that brings a flush to even Sephiroth’s pale complexion.]
Beautiful. [It slips out unbidden, but all the more earnest because of it. He leans in again, bare hands starting at her torso, sliding up slowly until his palms cup flush against her breasts. Gently. Experimentally, for now.
His face tilts down to take in the sight, his long bangs tickling at her skin.]
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And finally, back up again to meet her gaze. She looks almost demure, a sight that brings a flush to even Sephiroth’s pale complexion.]
Beautiful. [It slips out unbidden, but all the more earnest because of it. He leans in again, bare hands starting at her torso, sliding up slowly until his palms cup flush against her breasts. Gently. Experimentally, for now.
His face tilts down to take in the sight, his long bangs tickling at her skin.]
But like this, you’re maddening, Ciri.