[How is she supposed to keep up the act when he keeps calling her such sweet names? It wasn't that she was embarrassed really, but she was still shaking a little and the not-quite-nervous laughter bubbled out of her as she hid behind her hand. The warm glow after her first orgasm had her feeling incredibly open and vulnerable.]
Basch, if you keep saying things like that I'm going to have a really hard time after this.
[He was so sweet, so sincere, it made her chest ache in a way she hadn't felt since...
Not for a very long time, that was for sure. It hurt in a good way, and it made her realize a part of her wanted to be selfish. Wanted to be greedy. She'd given and given and given until there'd been nothing left to give but still she'd found new ways to make things work out for her friends as she'd had to watch them move on without her. It had been satisfying at the time, she'd been more than glad to do it even when it scared her. She'd loved them as deeply as she could all while doing her best not to let them get close enough that they'd get hurt by her, but she'd never allowed herself to take what she wanted.
And Aerith hated to admit that she wanted a lot. So much that it was a little frightening. She wanted this, she wanted to be told nice things, wanted it so badly it felt like she was starving. Ached to be held longer, to be spoiled and treated like a real princess. There'd only been one person who'd ever treated her close to this and she'd long since accepted that loss and thought the wound closed and scarred over.
Now she was having to come face to face with the fact that it most certainly wasn't, and she wanted.
This was far more than she'd wanted or expected to learn about herself when she'd teased him in the shop. So she smiles, though it's wobbly still, and she laughs, breathless and flustered.]
How am I supposed to let you go if you're so sweet to me?
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not me suckerpunching myself first thing in the morning
Date: 2024-01-12 06:41 pm (UTC)Basch, if you keep saying things like that I'm going to have a really hard time after this.
[He was so sweet, so sincere, it made her chest ache in a way she hadn't felt since...
Not for a very long time, that was for sure. It hurt in a good way, and it made her realize a part of her wanted to be selfish. Wanted to be greedy. She'd given and given and given until there'd been nothing left to give but still she'd found new ways to make things work out for her friends as she'd had to watch them move on without her. It had been satisfying at the time, she'd been more than glad to do it even when it scared her. She'd loved them as deeply as she could all while doing her best not to let them get close enough that they'd get hurt by her, but she'd never allowed herself to take what she wanted.
And Aerith hated to admit that she wanted a lot. So much that it was a little frightening. She wanted this, she wanted to be told nice things, wanted it so badly it felt like she was starving. Ached to be held longer, to be spoiled and treated like a real princess. There'd only been one person who'd ever treated her close to this and she'd long since accepted that loss and thought the wound closed and scarred over.
Now she was having to come face to face with the fact that it most certainly wasn't, and she wanted.
This was far more than she'd wanted or expected to learn about herself when she'd teased him in the shop. So she smiles, though it's wobbly still, and she laughs, breathless and flustered.]
How am I supposed to let you go if you're so sweet to me?