[Her breath caught and her eyes half closed. She always had loved his hands on her. They were so strong, powerfully strong. And yet when they touched her they could be so very gentle. Gentle enough to make her stomach quiver at the soft touch of his thumbs.]
... Y-yes... it was your fault. How else could I win?
[There was a tremble to her voice and a new warmth to her cheeks.]
no subject
... Y-yes... it was your fault. How else could I win?
[There was a tremble to her voice and a new warmth to her cheeks.]
Whatever do you mean, Sephiroth?