[ Her response doesn't surprise him. For all the trouble that is Aerith going topside, and even further, what's going on between them, it's not a difficult request to accommodate. He’s had her in his same bed before—closer than this—but still, Tseng's grip tenses for a second, then settles again. The hesitation is barely perceptible, a flicker of it that only she would catch.
He pulls back from the kiss enough to meet the bright, knowing gleam in her eyes. With the warm press of her fingers against his jaw, he leans into the touch. The heat of it spreads from her fingertips, threading through his chest. ]
That's more than one wish. [ Only natural, given her propensity, and his current benevolence. Still, Tseng's hand glides down her arm, as if to reassure her of what's being given. ] You'll have to tell me what you want for dinner, then. [ Not that that's the part of the night he ends up thinking about. ]
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He pulls back from the kiss enough to meet the bright, knowing gleam in her eyes. With the warm press of her fingers against his jaw, he leans into the touch. The heat of it spreads from her fingertips, threading through his chest. ]
That's more than one wish. [ Only natural, given her propensity, and his current benevolence. Still, Tseng's hand glides down her arm, as if to reassure her of what's being given. ] You'll have to tell me what you want for dinner, then. [ Not that that's the part of the night he ends up thinking about. ]