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[wiedzminka]

Mmh--

[ Ciri makes a muffled noise, biting her lip. Her head falls back again, eyes closed; her knees and thighs open wider.

The feeling of him between her legs makes her heart race, that warmth of his breath when he nears raising goosebumps along her inner thighs. She shivers, and gasps again when his tongue follows, soft and slick and hot. He'll find her already wet for him, flushed a dark pink.

The heat travels up, fills her belly, floods her face. That vulnerable, exposed feeling is almost too much, embarrassing and a little scary, but exciting too. ]

[supersoldier]

[She’s already so wet, and that excites him, too. Sephiroth hums a sound of approval, one she would feel as much as hear, and he can only assume the fact she’s splaying herself wider for him is an urging for more.

He slides his arms beneath the arch of her legs, whatever leeway she gives him, so he can touch, too. Fingers moving up her sides, caressing in-time with the movement of his mouth — another long, lingering kiss, then the trail of his tongue moving up just a bit higher.

One more, pressing plush against the bud of her clit. It’s light, wanting to tease and gauge her reaction more than anything else for now.]

[wiedzminka]

[ When she realizes what he wants, Ciri lifts her hips slightly, just enough to allow him to get his arms under her legs. The additional touch is welcomed eagerly, makes her feel more secure somehow-- not just her lying on the bed allowing him to put his mouth on her, but something more entangled, more intimate. He'll be able to feel her body twitch in response to his ministrations, waist arching beneath his hands. There are scars on her sides, the most prominent a slash as from a sword just above her right hip, and another on the left side along her ribs, both long-healed, pale and raised.

She lets out another noise when he tongues her clit, a startled little inhale, sharp enough it's almost a squeak. ]

Th-there--

[ As if he doesn't know. It spills out of her involuntarily, as if afraid he'll move away. ]

[supersoldier]

[His fingertips glide against the lines of marred skin where old scars lay, tracing their path where he can. Were he more focused on them, he might be able to tell from the shape of it alone what kind of wound it once was, the bite of steel piercing skin.

But he isn’t. Sephiroth is far more attentive to her reactions, the way she angles her hips just so, pressed up harder against his tongue. There, she says, and as always, he is quick to comply — he laves against her clit for a moment more, before his lips then seal over her in a sucking kiss.

His heart thumps so hard in his chest he practically wonders if she can hear it, too.]

[wiedzminka]

Fffuck-- [ she swears under her breath, hips jumping.

Her fingers tighten in his hair, holding on hard to a fistful close to his scalp as her breathing escalates, faster and louder. ]