[ is it really fair, when he still recalls the lightness of his touch against his skin with startling clarity? when he still feels the warmth of it occasionally, in the most inopportune times? not that it matters to her, he's sure. this is likely what she wants anyway.
there's a set to his jaw, his eyes opening to stare briefly into the middle distance of the side of his coffin, and then back down to frown at the top of her head. ]
( but she's not really complaining. if she truly had a problem with it, she'd simply move to fix it. but he made room, and it isn't so bad. )
Why, would you rather have me on top?
( she'll bend her knee this time; to nudge between his. intent to tangle herself with him, apparently. that hand of hers? wandering as if in search of something to toy with. a strap or a buckle or a loose bit of thread to fiddle between fingers. )
[ stuffy, is it? the coffin isn't designed with two in mind, but given her tone, she doesn't think she's really that bothered by it. her fingers likely catch on to the edge of his cloak; he allows the fiddling but reaches down to grip her knee instead, urging it up and over his side. ]
I'd rather you leave.
[ he says, and yet. she wants to entwine herself with him, does she? then that's what she'll get. ]
( so he says, and yet, his hand is on her knee once more and her thigh now rests on his side instead of being urged away. probably a good idea on his part to redirect her, knowing her inclinations to tease and all.
still, since he's allowed this much, she's going to seek his hand out to trace over his fingers, arching into him just a touch to press flush against him. a sigh of contentment washing over the throat she's buried into, smoothing her palm up his forearm just to let it rest there. )
Really.
( seems more like an invitation to her? )
I've seen you scare people off when you don't want them around. ( and even had a whole fight about it, one with snarling lip and bared fangs. fearsome thing, truly. ) And I don't think this is it.
[ he has his hand on her thigh once more, has her pressed up against him in one long, sweet line down his front. always so tempting. maybe she planned this too, with how insistent she is with invading his space. ]
I haven't. [ her sigh warms his skin, humidity cloying in the minimal space between them. he dips his head just enough to touch his nose to her crown. ] Yet.
[ not that he thinks she'd be scared of him. not anymore. not when she has already seen the beast within. which still begs the question of why she's here, but he has a feeling that he will have to discover that answer himself. ]
( her laugh is soft, even in this proximity, one bolstered by the tickle of his nose in her hair. she assumes it's an attempt to look down at her to properly convey the gravity of his threat, and all she does is nudge the tip of her nose against the hollow of his throat.
it'd be terribly easy to bite him like this. it's tempting. )
You invite people into your coffin with you often?
( the hand on his forearm drifts up to lay flat on his bicep, disappearing beneath his cloak and drumming her fingers along his sleeve thoughtfully. )
Careful answering, I happen to be the jealous sort.
[ it almost lulls him back to slumber — the gentle laugh and press of her nose to his throat, the soft touch of her fingers against his bicep. he'd be comfortable enough to drift off to sleep like this, if only she weren't so keen on keeping him awake. ]
What do you think.
[ amusement colors his tone. the idea of her being possessive isn't too outlandish, though. he could see it. ]
( not that she thinks he's some kind of coward, no. just that she's not sure if it's something she could see him doing? he avoids them so actively, preferring the shadows and silence to company. that he allows this is a surprise, but she is rather dogged in her insistence.
and you know what? speaking of possessive, the temptation has been staring at her long enough. she can't help it. not the way she lets the curve of her lip touch against the line of his throat, nor how she lets the threat of teeth follow shortly after. at least she doesn't bite. not yet. )
[ it's a surprise to him, honestly, and likely a testament to how far she's gotten under his skin at this point. interactions are... exhausting, needlessly so. the questions of why and how test his patience. his sleep is far from restful but at the very least, there's less voices for him to contend with outside of the ones in his nightmares, the ones already in his own head.
but again, they're a stubborn lot, and aerith is likely the most stubborn one of them all.
one hand grips her braid, firm but not too tight, just enough to sting a little as he pulls her head back from his throat. he presses his lips to hers in answer; he'd say it's to quiet her but he can't deny the effect her proximity has had on his body. ]
( the tug to her braid makes her chuckle, the dissuasion clearly expected even if she has her complaints about being torn away from his neck. it's for the best to keep her from pushing him more than she already has, but she can't help it.
and just as she's about to voice said complaint, he catches her parted lips in a kiss. between the pleasant sting of the pull to her hair and the taste of him on her tongue, can he really blame her for the pleased rumble in her throat? the long lick of tongue along the line of his teeth?
well, far from quiet. but it's shut her up for now. )
[ far from quiet, but it's not as if he minds it — the pleased little rumble, one out of the many other sounds she's made. he latches onto her tongue, familiarizing himself with her taste once more as the hand on her knee tugs her closer until she's flush against him. this close, there's nothing to hide his body's reaction to her, but he doesn't think she'll wind up complaining about that.
for all his aversion to proximity, he sure has no qualms about being in her space. ]
( a surprised squeak, suddenly pulled, muffled right into a hungry mouth. already dazed from the kiss alone, the swell of him pressed into her belly earning a pleased hum out of her. a little too self-satisfied, maybe, what with the lazy way she returns the kiss after said realization. can't beat nature, can he.
she lets their combined spit string when she pulls away, licking at the corner of her lip briefly as her hand wanders up to cradle his nape, her voice lowering to a purr. )
[ but the fact that she's out here preventing him from it is implied. not that it'd matter much to her, if her current tone is any indication.
a bit of it ends up on her chin, his thumb reaching up to wipe it away before he registers it, using that same finger to press against her lower lip and slipping it into her mouth. ]
( how eager to keep her mouth occupied. what, is she talking too much for him?
she doesn't mind though, parting her lips for him to let her tongue press against that intrusive fingertip of his before her teeth scrapes along the line of it. not as sharp as his by far, but she's not as shy about letting them dig a little more as recompense.
and since he's not ushering her away, she's more than happy to twirl the crop of his hair around her fingers. encouragement more than deterrent. )
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there's a set to his jaw, his eyes opening to stare briefly into the middle distance of the side of his coffin, and then back down to frown at the top of her head. ]
Are you?
[ comfortable, he means. ]
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( but she's not really complaining. if she truly had a problem with it, she'd simply move to fix it. but he made room, and it isn't so bad. )
Why, would you rather have me on top?
( she'll bend her knee this time; to nudge between his. intent to tangle herself with him, apparently. that hand of hers? wandering as if in search of something to toy with. a strap or a buckle or a loose bit of thread to fiddle between fingers. )
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I'd rather you leave.
[ he says, and yet. she wants to entwine herself with him, does she? then that's what she'll get. ]
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still, since he's allowed this much, she's going to seek his hand out to trace over his fingers, arching into him just a touch to press flush against him. a sigh of contentment washing over the throat she's buried into, smoothing her palm up his forearm just to let it rest there. )
Really.
( seems more like an invitation to her? )
I've seen you scare people off when you don't want them around. ( and even had a whole fight about it, one with snarling lip and bared fangs. fearsome thing, truly. ) And I don't think this is it.
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I haven't. [ her sigh warms his skin, humidity cloying in the minimal space between them. he dips his head just enough to touch his nose to her crown. ] Yet.
[ not that he thinks she'd be scared of him. not anymore. not when she has already seen the beast within. which still begs the question of why she's here, but he has a feeling that he will have to discover that answer himself. ]
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it'd be terribly easy to bite him like this. it's tempting. )
You invite people into your coffin with you often?
( the hand on his forearm drifts up to lay flat on his bicep, disappearing beneath his cloak and drumming her fingers along his sleeve thoughtfully. )
Careful answering, I happen to be the jealous sort.
( she's not, but it's fun to play possessive. )
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What do you think.
[ amusement colors his tone. the idea of her being possessive isn't too outlandish, though. he could see it. ]
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I don't think you have it in you.
( not that she thinks he's some kind of coward, no. just that she's not sure if it's something she could see him doing? he avoids them so actively, preferring the shadows and silence to company. that he allows this is a surprise, but she is rather dogged in her insistence.
and you know what? speaking of possessive, the temptation has been staring at her long enough. she can't help it. not the way she lets the curve of her lip touch against the line of his throat, nor how she lets the threat of teeth follow shortly after. at least she doesn't bite. not yet. )
Or maybe you don't know how to?
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but again, they're a stubborn lot, and aerith is likely the most stubborn one of them all.
one hand grips her braid, firm but not too tight, just enough to sting a little as he pulls her head back from his throat. he presses his lips to hers in answer; he'd say it's to quiet her but he can't deny the effect her proximity has had on his body. ]
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and just as she's about to voice said complaint, he catches her parted lips in a kiss. between the pleasant sting of the pull to her hair and the taste of him on her tongue, can he really blame her for the pleased rumble in her throat? the long lick of tongue along the line of his teeth?
well, far from quiet. but it's shut her up for now. )
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for all his aversion to proximity, he sure has no qualms about being in her space. ]
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she lets their combined spit string when she pulls away, licking at the corner of her lip briefly as her hand wanders up to cradle his nape, her voice lowering to a purr. )
Thought you wanted to sleep?
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[ but the fact that she's out here preventing him from it is implied. not that it'd matter much to her, if her current tone is any indication.
a bit of it ends up on her chin, his thumb reaching up to wipe it away before he registers it, using that same finger to press against her lower lip and slipping it into her mouth. ]
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she doesn't mind though, parting her lips for him to let her tongue press against that intrusive fingertip of his before her teeth scrapes along the line of it. not as sharp as his by far, but she's not as shy about letting them dig a little more as recompense.
and since he's not ushering her away, she's more than happy to twirl the crop of his hair around her fingers. encouragement more than deterrent. )