[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?
[ that laugh is not joy, and something in her voice changes. For a moment, his grip slackens and he nearly pulls away. What line had he crossed, what cue had he missed…? ]
If I’ve acted out of line, I sincerely apologize—
[ Then her words catch up with him, the attempt to make herself sound happy or at least carefree. His chest aches, because he remembers feeling that, when he was much younger. He knows there’s a chance he is going to make this worse for her, but if this is where she’s at, she is the only one who will be able to get herself from drowning to the surface. At least he can be a safe place to catch her breath.
And if that is the case, expecting her to take the lead is cruel. So, with her body still trembling with something more than an orgasm, he gets an arm up under her legs, twisting her so she’s cradled in his lap. ]
You’re safe, my lady. It’s alright. I’m not planning on leaving until you dismiss me, and if you wish my company again, it’s yours.
[ He tucks her into his hold, resting his head against her, acting like a shield to anything but this moment. Something in him aches, happy to sit like this indefinitely. She’s so soft and firm and warm, and to be touched with such kindness — he will cherish it long after they part. ]
[The moment she feels his arms start to loosen she clutches him close, a little more desperately than she'd meant to, but she didn't want to be alone. Not right now. Heart pounding at the idea alone, she shook her head. Anything but that. So she gently cups his jaw, keeping him close enough that she can kiss his cheek.]
No, no, it's not you, you're fine. You're wonderful.
[When he turns her there's a moment where it's easy to see the nervous flush to her face, the way her gaze immediately drops to hide her moment of weakness from him though it's easy to see how young she looks in that moment. The fear of a hunted thing whose sense of safety has been torn away too many times haunting her even when she thought she was free of that feeling. So when he holds her she clings to him like a lifeline, hugging him tighter than she means to, soaking up the feeling of him holding her.]
Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I didn't want you here. I'd love it if you stayed. I really want you to stay, if you'd like to.
[No, she wanted to be greedy. To soak up this warmth as long as she could. As long as he'd let her.]
[ he knows the way she clings to him. He’s done it before, always without meaning to. It’s the clutch of someone who has lost too much, held it back but had it shaken loose for whatever reason.
He strokes her hair with one hand, kissing her head and keeping her secure with the other. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t doing something for him to be held this intensely. It’s not about him, he knows, but it’s such a kind and intimate touch.
When he speaks it’s low and gentle. ]
I’ll stay, Aerith. I’d like to. We can sit like this as long as you wish, and when you’re ready, why don’t we take all these things off, and I’ll lie with you? Like this again if you want, or just to sleep. It makes me no difference.
[The touch to her hair surprises her, but it's not long before she seems to melt from the touch, sighing softly in contentment. It feels so good, she can't remember being held like this, and the kiss leaves her with a smile on her face. This was really nice. A gentler warmth than what had her melting before, this was warm and comforting and left her practically purring against him in quiet happiness.]
Mmm, that sounds good.
[She nods, burying her face into the safe place between his neck and shoulder. A hand finds its way back to the nape of his neck, rubbing small circles above his collar when she wasn't combing her fingers through his hair.]
Thank you, Basch. You're really good at making a girl feel special, you know that? You do look great in those pants, but they really don't look very comfortable.
[ she settles so readily into his hold, sighing and cuddling against him, and he can’t help the gentle smile it puts on his face. She’s so young, and so sweet and strong. He really is honored to help shelter her and show her some respite. She’ll be alright; she has a fighter’s spirit and a taste for warmth. But it’s a hard path to walk.
And then she shifts, wrapping around him and stroking his neck and it’s his turn to purr, hand wide on her skin and nose in her hair. He shouldn’t be this weak to being held, but she’s so warm and soft, so sweet without asking anything of him.
Her comment reminds him that he’s still extremely hard and wearing nonsense. He chuckles, stroking her hair one more time before he moves his arms under her, standing with her still in his arms. He maneuvers them so he can set her lightly on the bed, kissing her forehead as he sets her down, one arm still around her as he starts working on loosening the pants. He’s not letting her go, just moving to get more comfortable. ]
I do want to be clear that I have no expectation for you to take care of me. I am more than happy with this evening.
[She was comfortable and warm and in that moment would have loved to simply cuddle so she could enjoy the sweet noises he made, so he catches her by surprise enough that her grip tightens instinctively around his shoulders when he lifts her. Not that she minded, as knowing he could easily scoop her into his arms and carry her was thrilling, and his chuckle had left her feeling warm all over and she wished to hear more of it. But it ends too quickly and she only manages to make a token whine of protest when he deposits her on the bed.
Her pout is clearly for show from how dramatic it is, disapproving of seemingly being separated from his warm embrace and it's dropped just as quickly as she put it on when he placates her with a kiss.]
Oh? You thought you were getting out of finishing what we started?
[Her brows arch and she smiles up at him, at least until she notices what he's doing with his hand. Then her smile grows wider, and it's playful and lighthearted again as she rests her head on his shoulder.]
Because I don't remember saying I was done, you know. Your fingers felt amazing but I think I'm more than ready for more. Do you want help with that?
[It was so easy to slide a hand into the wide opening of his shirt, her fingers splayed across his chest to feel the beat of his heart beneath her palm as she watched him work his trousers open one-handed.]
I think that it is worth checking in when circumstances change.
[ He says it evenly but not unkindly; if it’s a thing no one has told her, then he will be the one to say it. She always has a right to change her mind. ]
But so long as you wish for more, I will do my best to satisfy.
[ Her exaggerated expressions and bright eyes do get a gentle smile from him, though. Something about this is new for her. She’s not in control of expressing her wants or feelings directly. Youth, yes, but something else. And that’s perfectly alright. He’s honored to have gotten a glimpse.
As to what he wants, well. ]
I wish to see and hear you so lost in pleasure and adequately exhausted to sleep deeply, my lady.
[ He closes his eyes, I taking deeply at the feeling of her hand on his chest as he gets his cock free, disentangling only enough to work his pants off the the floor. ]
You said it would be your first; you are welcome to explore as you wish. You will not cause me discomfort. Now, how do I help remove this garment from you? It is my first.
Hmmmm, makes sense to me. As long as everyone's still having a good time that's the important part.
[Yet his next words leave her flustered, and she ends up hiding her face in one of the frilly ruffles at the collar of his shirt. There was just something about the way he said it that lit her up on the inside with the giddy, fluttery feeling that she couldn't remember when the last time was that she'd felt it. Unconsciously squeezing him tighter as she giggled from the rush before he pulled away. Aerith let her hand trail across bare skin before he was out of reach, but only for a moment.
Biting her lip, her finger wound into a loose curl of hair, wrapping it tight before letting the curl spring free again. Basch might not be at his peak of health, but that didn't stop him from being handsome. Battered and scarred, and worn thin at the edges in a way that good meals and peaceful rest would surely solve in time, but she still ran her hands over his thighs, up his hips and under his shirt to grip his waist before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss at the lowest point of the plunging neckline.
Only to lean back and peer down at her own excuse of an outfit with open bafflement.]
You know, that's a great question. Um...
[A twist, peering at the overlapping straps before finding the most obvious gaps.]
Oh! It's a top and a bottom, okay, that's not so bad. I think if you just...hook your hands under this bit it can be lifted off? And the bottom bit can just be slid off like normal from what I can tell. It just looks extra complicated, I think.
[Not that it stops her from letting out a faint yip when a strap she'd tugged experimentally slipped from her grasp to snap back into place and catching her right on a tender spot, leaving her with a hand clapped over her abused nipple with a wince.]
Ow....
Edited (the one typo....) Date: 2024-01-23 10:46 am (UTC)
[ Had he said something wrong? Her face is buried in his shirt, clinging like a startled youth.
He's only left hesitating for a moment, because her hand trails up his leg, across his thigh and torso, and if he weren't already hard, he'd be there now. Her touch is so assertive, but warm. It makes he breath catch. No one has touched him like that in...a very long time.
And the way she kisses makes his stomach twist and flutter. She puts such value on him.
He wishes to live up to it.
And he smiles a little, that she doesn't know how the garment works any better than he does. It eases the discomfort of what he's wearing. Though his brows knit as she makes a sound of pain. This will prove more challenging than he expected. ]
Slow and gentle then.
[ His hands come tot he bottom portion first, tugging her up she he can get his hands under it, a barrier between the tight straps and her skin. It cuts against him, but he doesn't mind, likes the sting even. It's easy enough, to work the tight contraption down her legs, but it leaves him close to her, breath hot against her shoulders and neck, suddenly very aware of his naked arousal so close to her now bare lower body. ]
There -- now the top.
[ This is even more intimate, hands sliding up over her waist and under the straps, brushing her breasts. ]
Arms up, mm, there--
[ He works it up, careful to use his own hands to ease the straps over breast and nipple, breathing growing more ragged as he caresses her skin. It takes slow going, to get the tight pieces over her shoulders and head without disturbing her hair too badly, but then it's tossed aside, and they are near flush, both naked.
He places his hands on her sides, roaming them over her stomach and then around to her ass, testing, enjoying. Fascinated by the light discoloration and bumps left by the harness. ]
You said this would be your first cock. You are welcome to touch and explore as you desire.
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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?
Bb girl
Date: 2024-01-12 11:38 pm (UTC)If I’ve acted out of line, I sincerely apologize—
[ Then her words catch up with him, the attempt to make herself sound happy or at least carefree. His chest aches, because he remembers feeling that, when he was much younger. He knows there’s a chance he is going to make this worse for her, but if this is where she’s at, she is the only one who will be able to get herself from drowning to the surface. At least he can be a safe place to catch her breath.
And if that is the case, expecting her to take the lead is cruel. So, with her body still trembling with something more than an orgasm, he gets an arm up under her legs, twisting her so she’s cradled in his lap. ]
You’re safe, my lady. It’s alright. I’m not planning on leaving until you dismiss me, and if you wish my company again, it’s yours.
[ He tucks her into his hold, resting his head against her, acting like a shield to anything but this moment. Something in him aches, happy to sit like this indefinitely. She’s so soft and firm and warm, and to be touched with such kindness — he will cherish it long after they part. ]
send help she's not used to having to deal with her ACTUAL feelings
Date: 2024-01-12 11:55 pm (UTC)No, no, it's not you, you're fine. You're wonderful.
[When he turns her there's a moment where it's easy to see the nervous flush to her face, the way her gaze immediately drops to hide her moment of weakness from him though it's easy to see how young she looks in that moment. The fear of a hunted thing whose sense of safety has been torn away too many times haunting her even when she thought she was free of that feeling. So when he holds her she clings to him like a lifeline, hugging him tighter than she means to, soaking up the feeling of him holding her.]
Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I didn't want you here. I'd love it if you stayed. I really want you to stay, if you'd like to.
[No, she wanted to be greedy. To soak up this warmth as long as she could. As long as he'd let her.]
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Date: 2024-01-13 12:31 am (UTC)He strokes her hair with one hand, kissing her head and keeping her secure with the other. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t doing something for him to be held this intensely. It’s not about him, he knows, but it’s such a kind and intimate touch.
When he speaks it’s low and gentle. ]
I’ll stay, Aerith. I’d like to. We can sit like this as long as you wish, and when you’re ready, why don’t we take all these things off, and I’ll lie with you? Like this again if you want, or just to sleep. It makes me no difference.
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Date: 2024-01-13 02:32 am (UTC)Mmm, that sounds good.
[She nods, burying her face into the safe place between his neck and shoulder. A hand finds its way back to the nape of his neck, rubbing small circles above his collar when she wasn't combing her fingers through his hair.]
Thank you, Basch. You're really good at making a girl feel special, you know that? You do look great in those pants, but they really don't look very comfortable.
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Date: 2024-01-13 03:09 am (UTC)And then she shifts, wrapping around him and stroking his neck and it’s his turn to purr, hand wide on her skin and nose in her hair. He shouldn’t be this weak to being held, but she’s so warm and soft, so sweet without asking anything of him.
Her comment reminds him that he’s still extremely hard and wearing nonsense. He chuckles, stroking her hair one more time before he moves his arms under her, standing with her still in his arms. He maneuvers them so he can set her lightly on the bed, kissing her forehead as he sets her down, one arm still around her as he starts working on loosening the pants. He’s not letting her go, just moving to get more comfortable. ]
I do want to be clear that I have no expectation for you to take care of me. I am more than happy with this evening.
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Date: 2024-01-13 05:07 am (UTC)Her pout is clearly for show from how dramatic it is, disapproving of seemingly being separated from his warm embrace and it's dropped just as quickly as she put it on when he placates her with a kiss.]
Oh? You thought you were getting out of finishing what we started?
[Her brows arch and she smiles up at him, at least until she notices what he's doing with his hand. Then her smile grows wider, and it's playful and lighthearted again as she rests her head on his shoulder.]
Because I don't remember saying I was done, you know. Your fingers felt amazing but I think I'm more than ready for more. Do you want help with that?
[It was so easy to slide a hand into the wide opening of his shirt, her fingers splayed across his chest to feel the beat of his heart beneath her palm as she watched him work his trousers open one-handed.]
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Date: 2024-01-13 11:14 pm (UTC)[ He says it evenly but not unkindly; if it’s a thing no one has told her, then he will be the one to say it. She always has a right to change her mind. ]
But so long as you wish for more, I will do my best to satisfy.
[ Her exaggerated expressions and bright eyes do get a gentle smile from him, though. Something about this is new for her. She’s not in control of expressing her wants or feelings directly. Youth, yes, but something else. And that’s perfectly alright. He’s honored to have gotten a glimpse.
As to what he wants, well. ]
I wish to see and hear you so lost in pleasure and adequately exhausted to sleep deeply, my lady.
[ He closes his eyes, I taking deeply at the feeling of her hand on his chest as he gets his cock free, disentangling only enough to work his pants off the the floor. ]
You said it would be your first; you are welcome to explore as you wish. You will not cause me discomfort. Now, how do I help remove this garment from you? It is my first.
i am so sorry for taking forever and then leaving you with one of the least serious things...
Date: 2024-01-23 10:46 am (UTC)[Yet his next words leave her flustered, and she ends up hiding her face in one of the frilly ruffles at the collar of his shirt. There was just something about the way he said it that lit her up on the inside with the giddy, fluttery feeling that she couldn't remember when the last time was that she'd felt it. Unconsciously squeezing him tighter as she giggled from the rush before he pulled away. Aerith let her hand trail across bare skin before he was out of reach, but only for a moment.
Biting her lip, her finger wound into a loose curl of hair, wrapping it tight before letting the curl spring free again. Basch might not be at his peak of health, but that didn't stop him from being handsome. Battered and scarred, and worn thin at the edges in a way that good meals and peaceful rest would surely solve in time, but she still ran her hands over his thighs, up his hips and under his shirt to grip his waist before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss at the lowest point of the plunging neckline.
Only to lean back and peer down at her own excuse of an outfit with open bafflement.]
You know, that's a great question. Um...
[A twist, peering at the overlapping straps before finding the most obvious gaps.]
Oh! It's a top and a bottom, okay, that's not so bad. I think if you just...hook your hands under this bit it can be lifted off? And the bottom bit can just be slid off like normal from what I can tell. It just looks extra complicated, I think.
[Not that it stops her from letting out a faint yip when a strap she'd tugged experimentally slipped from her grasp to snap back into place and catching her right on a tender spot, leaving her with a hand clapped over her abused nipple with a wince.]
Ow....
seriously no worries on either. i love chaos for him
Date: 2024-01-26 03:28 am (UTC)He's only left hesitating for a moment, because her hand trails up his leg, across his thigh and torso, and if he weren't already hard, he'd be there now. Her touch is so assertive, but warm. It makes he breath catch. No one has touched him like that in...a very long time.
And the way she kisses makes his stomach twist and flutter. She puts such value on him.
He wishes to live up to it.
And he smiles a little, that she doesn't know how the garment works any better than he does. It eases the discomfort of what he's wearing. Though his brows knit as she makes a sound of pain. This will prove more challenging than he expected. ]
Slow and gentle then.
[ His hands come tot he bottom portion first, tugging her up she he can get his hands under it, a barrier between the tight straps and her skin. It cuts against him, but he doesn't mind, likes the sting even. It's easy enough, to work the tight contraption down her legs, but it leaves him close to her, breath hot against her shoulders and neck, suddenly very aware of his naked arousal so close to her now bare lower body. ]
There -- now the top.
[ This is even more intimate, hands sliding up over her waist and under the straps, brushing her breasts. ]
Arms up, mm, there--
[ He works it up, careful to use his own hands to ease the straps over breast and nipple, breathing growing more ragged as he caresses her skin. It takes slow going, to get the tight pieces over her shoulders and head without disturbing her hair too badly, but then it's tossed aside, and they are near flush, both naked.
He places his hands on her sides, roaming them over her stomach and then around to her ass, testing, enjoying. Fascinated by the light discoloration and bumps left by the harness. ]
You said this would be your first cock. You are welcome to touch and explore as you desire.