[Aerith would've laughed to hear his confusion over choosing him, if it wasn't so sad to begin with that he even had to ask. She didn't trust this place, didn't trust the nasty whispers that crawled across her skin and filled her with dread in the halls. Didn't trust the way the local patrons watched the Wildcards.
It felt too much like the worst parts of Wall Market. Or worse, like the way that Hojo watched her.
But Basch was warm and sweet, gentle and tender as if he was afraid she'd shatter like brittle glass at the slightest touch. Yes, he wanted her, that much was obvious, but there was a huge difference in the way he looked at her as if she was the most powerful creature in the world, unlike the locals who watched her like hungry beasts in a meat market.
That and she was rather enjoying how he made her feel like a princess in a spicy romance with her most trusted knight. Not the sort of story she'd ever admitted she enjoyed, but a girl could have fantasies of her own.]
I promise I'll tell you if I need you to hold back a little.
[She even seals it with a kiss to his palm, rubbing her cheek against it afterwards before he pulls his hand away. Instead she practically purrs as he lifts the lace out of the way, her hips twitching at the jolt his touch sent through her.]
Mmm?
[Focusing on his face took a moment, but she did manage a nod, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
Inside is fine, your hands feel so good, Basch.
[This time she didn't resist the urge to kiss him again, pressing it to his scarred cheek before settling into his lap. The dress was tossed aside for later, and she felt incredibly exposed like this. While she might not be naked, it felt more intense than when she'd been in the mixed baths. Like this she could feel his warmth through his clothes, his broad chest pressed against her back, and his obvious erection rubbing insistently against her through his trousers. True, she missed the feeling of his lips against her skin, but leaning back against him with her legs spread almost made her giggle from the anticipation.]
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Date: 2023-12-30 12:06 am (UTC)It felt too much like the worst parts of Wall Market. Or worse, like the way that Hojo watched her.
But Basch was warm and sweet, gentle and tender as if he was afraid she'd shatter like brittle glass at the slightest touch. Yes, he wanted her, that much was obvious, but there was a huge difference in the way he looked at her as if she was the most powerful creature in the world, unlike the locals who watched her like hungry beasts in a meat market.
That and she was rather enjoying how he made her feel like a princess in a spicy romance with her most trusted knight. Not the sort of story she'd ever admitted she enjoyed, but a girl could have fantasies of her own.]
I promise I'll tell you if I need you to hold back a little.
[She even seals it with a kiss to his palm, rubbing her cheek against it afterwards before he pulls his hand away. Instead she practically purrs as he lifts the lace out of the way, her hips twitching at the jolt his touch sent through her.]
Mmm?
[Focusing on his face took a moment, but she did manage a nod, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
Inside is fine, your hands feel so good, Basch.
[This time she didn't resist the urge to kiss him again, pressing it to his scarred cheek before settling into his lap. The dress was tossed aside for later, and she felt incredibly exposed like this. While she might not be naked, it felt more intense than when she'd been in the mixed baths. Like this she could feel his warmth through his clothes, his broad chest pressed against her back, and his obvious erection rubbing insistently against her through his trousers. True, she missed the feeling of his lips against her skin, but leaning back against him with her legs spread almost made her giggle from the anticipation.]