[ It's not wrong for Cloud to act this way— Ayaka certainly doesn't think so— but there's something different about it. It's too bad she's yet to connect the night sky and the festival to what's going on right now, because she's beginning to think that he's acting this way because something bad happened. Did she worry him? What was he doing before he found her, and why was he looking for her in the first place?
Things to ask when she can properly talk to him.
As they kiss, their tongues dancing with the other, getting a good taste of the other, Ayaka surrenders. There's no part of her that doesn't want this because it is Cloud. She's safe, she's home, and he has her heart.
Her instinct is to follow, which she does. She's guided by him to take one step back after the other while her skin tingles from everything— his touch, so hot and so needy for her, the taste of him on her tongue, his broader chest shielding her from everything else around them.
What was she supposed to ask again? She looks up at him in between kisses, that worry from her thought of him being worried almost forgotten, almost... ]
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[ It's not wrong for Cloud to act this way— Ayaka certainly doesn't think so— but there's something different about it. It's too bad she's yet to connect the night sky and the festival to what's going on right now, because she's beginning to think that he's acting this way because something bad happened. Did she worry him? What was he doing before he found her, and why was he looking for her in the first place?
Things to ask when she can properly talk to him.
As they kiss, their tongues dancing with the other, getting a good taste of the other, Ayaka surrenders. There's no part of her that doesn't want this because it is Cloud. She's safe, she's home, and he has her heart.
Her instinct is to follow, which she does. She's guided by him to take one step back after the other while her skin tingles from everything— his touch, so hot and so needy for her, the taste of him on her tongue, his broader chest shielding her from everything else around them.
What was she supposed to ask again? She looks up at him in between kisses, that worry from her thought of him being worried almost forgotten, almost... ]
It's gotten warm...
[ Forgotten, as instinct takes over. ]