[It wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last, Aerith was certain of that. She was also certain that her arms would always, always be open and welcoming to Sephiroth. Even if they argued or got into a fight. It didn't matter. This was where he belonged. In her arms, where she could protect him from the hurts of the outside world.
If she felt that slight damp spot appearing on her nightclothes, she didn't mention it and never would. But she did tighten her arms, just as he did. At least one arm. One hand decided that it wanted to stroke over Sephiroth's hair, slow and gentle. Aerith distantly wished she could sing or... something. A lullaby. Maybe help him sleep? Though they really should be in bed for that.
So, after a little while, she ventured into the quiet between them.]
Are you ready to take me to bed, sweet? I think it's time. I can hold you even better there.
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If she felt that slight damp spot appearing on her nightclothes, she didn't mention it and never would. But she did tighten her arms, just as he did. At least one arm. One hand decided that it wanted to stroke over Sephiroth's hair, slow and gentle. Aerith distantly wished she could sing or... something. A lullaby. Maybe help him sleep? Though they really should be in bed for that.
So, after a little while, she ventured into the quiet between them.]
Are you ready to take me to bed, sweet? I think it's time. I can hold you even better there.