[He notices, of course. Where she is paler, contrasted against where her skin has seen the sun. Where every freckle lies dusted across her shoulders, small details that seem all but impossible to not fixate upon when they’re so fresh in his eyes.
He wants to commit it to memory. Wants to be able to recall this moment long after it’s over. He looks at her—please, she tells him, and that sends a warm thrill careening down into his lower belly yet again.
Sephiroth certainly won’t make her beg for it.
He dips down, planting kisses right below the collarbone, trailing lower. Again and again, until his mouth hovers just above the bud of a nipple and he, too, seals his lips around it — kissing gently, first. Tongue laving in a warm press.]
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He wants to commit it to memory. Wants to be able to recall this moment long after it’s over. He looks at her—please, she tells him, and that sends a warm thrill careening down into his lower belly yet again.
Sephiroth certainly won’t make her beg for it.
He dips down, planting kisses right below the collarbone, trailing lower. Again and again, until his mouth hovers just above the bud of a nipple and he, too, seals his lips around it — kissing gently, first. Tongue laving in a warm press.]