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Cloud comes into her life like a whirlwind. There’s something about his cool and standoffish persona that feels disingenuous, that makes Aerith want to poke harder, scratch at his surface, find out what’s underneath the tough exterior, what makes him tick, what makes him blush a pretty pink.
He’s funny when he flusters, and even more funny when he actually backs up the cocky confidence with some actual substance, and Aerith finds herself drawn to him in a way that surprises her.
The first time Cloud kisses her, when they’re sat in a secluded meadow, away from the world, lilies and daisies and violets all around them, it’s too rough, a tongue pushed into her mouth before their lips are even properly locked. While his hand is gentle, resting on her cheek, his mouth is aggressive and messy, and not in the good way.
As attractive as Cloud is, with messy blonde hair falling into blue mako eyes, and a body to die for, Aerith quickly learns that he’s inexperienced. Somehow it makes her even more intrigued. He’s cocky, confident, bordering on arrogant, with the fighting skills to back it up. Then he kisses her like it’s the first time he’s kissed anyone.
She puts her palms flat against his chest, pushing him away. When she meets his gaze, there’s confusion in his eyes. Aerith giggles. Cloud looks like he’s about to say something, like he’s about to defend himself, but Aerith intercepts before he has the chance.
”How about you follow my lead?” she says, tilting her head to the side, a playful lilt to her voice. There’s a light blush spreading across his freckled cheeks, and as he nods, Aerith is once again intrigued by the duality of him. Tough and confident in battle, full of banter and cocksure arrogance, but now, he’s shy and blushing, melting under her touch. She lets her fingers run over his jaw, the beginning of a stubble pricking her fingertips.
”Let’s start off slowly,” she murmurs, eyes glued to his lips as she leans in close to him again. He’s still, waiting, watching her. Blue eyes fall shut as Aerith presses a soft kiss to his lower lip. Pulls back, just a bit, then does the same to his upper lip. Tilts her head to the side, both hands cradling his face as she guides him into a proper kiss.
He’s more careful this time, following as she leads, and it’s better like this. He pushes back against her, gasping as Aerith slips her tongue into his mouth. His tongue is stiff when it meets hers, and Aerith pulls back again.
”Relax,” she tells him, murmuring the words against his cheek. ”You’re kissing me, not stabbing me.”
Cloud looks away. ”I know how to do this.”
Right.
”Show me then.”
As he leans into her again, he’s slower, more gentle. He follows her lead, even though she doesn’t think he’d admit it out loud. He pushes when she pulls, pulls when she pushes, follows her like they’re dancing. A gentle, leather-clad hand tangles in her hair as she pulls away, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and releasing him with a soft pop.
”Much better.”
As she keeps kissing him, she climbs into his lap. His hands find her waist as she lets her mouth wander over his jaw and neck. The high neck of his sweater comes in he way, but as she leans back to start undressing him, he dives in, mirroring her kisses. Soft lips caress her skin and Aerith sighs, hands tangling in his hair.
Gentle fingers trace her shoulder, tickling the skin. He lets the straps to her dress fall from her shoulders. As her dress falls, almost revealing her breasts, Cloud’s hands wander over her waist again, up to her ribs. His touch is careful, bordering on insecure, and Aerith takes his wrists in her hands, guiding them underneath her clothing, and pressing his palms to her breasts. He only needs a push to start exploring, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples as his mouth hovers over her pulse.
He’s certainly gotten the hang of kissing, and Aerith sighs as Cloud peppers her neck with kisses that make her tingle with the warmth he leaves in his wake. He’s a fast learner, it turns out, and Aerith wonders what else she might teach him before the day is over.
But right now, she wants him in less clothing.
Cloud’s breath hitches in his throat as Aerith’s hands move from his shoulders, tracing along his suspenders, past his belts, until she can press her palm against the hardness beneath his pants. She watches his eyelids flutter and stay half-lidded as she keeps rubbing his cock through his pants.
He moans, a low sound deep in his throat, then covers his mouth with his hand to muffle any other noises escaping him. Aerith presses a kiss to his hand as she keeps rubbing him, then pulls the hand away to kiss his lips instead, swallowing the soft sounds he makes.
The belts and buckles of his uniform are intricate but fall away easily to her clever hands. She pushes his sweater up his chest, revealing tight muscle and scarred skin. Aerith traces along the line of a thick scar that runs down the middle of his chest. She wonders how he got it. She won’t ask. Sometimes questions like that sets off something in him. She has time to explore that later. Instead she pinches a nipple, drawing a surprised gasp from Cloud’s lips.
He looks at her with an annoyed look on his face, and she winks at him. She kisses that expression right off.
When she finally gets his cock free from his pants and underwear, he’s hard, the tip leaking fluid. Aerith smears it over his length as she strokes him slowly. He’s a decent size, not too big, but certainly not small either, straight and pretty, with a tuft of blonde hair at the base. Aerith keeps kissing him, Cloud keeps making soft sounds against her lips, and Aerith feels giddy.
It doesn’t take long until he’s panting, each exhale a low moan, his body stiff underneath her.
”Aerith…” he warns, a hand wrapping around her wrist to slow her movements. Aerith gets the hint and slows down. Cloud shudders and presses a kiss to her shoulder. As she slows, his curious fingers tangle in the fabric of her dress instead, pulling in up to her waist.
”Show me what you like,” he mutters in her ear, warm breath sending shivers through her. She takes his hand, guiding it beneath her skirt, to the sensitive parts hidden under the damp fabric of her panties. Pushing her underwear out of the way, she directs his fingers against her, and he moves with her, watching her face as he touches her.
He fumbles a bit, and Aerith gently guides him, moaning and sighing when he gets it right, letting him know that he’s on the right track when his fingers sink into her.
”Like this,” she says, showing with her own fingers how to curl and rub and push, and fuck, when he finally gets the hang of it she keens, leaning her forehead against his shoulder.
She has to grind against him, directing his pressure to where she needs it, but soon, the warm heat in her belly peaks, and she clings to Cloud’s shoulders, moaning softly into his neck.
His breathing is shallow and fast and he watches her as she comes down from the high of her climax, with burning eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
”Like that?” he asks teasingly, but the edge in his voice is softened by the lingering breathlessness. There’s that arrogant confidence again, and Aerith gives a shaky, breathy laugh into his hair.
”Like that, ” she says. She leans down to kiss him, and this time, he doesn’t have to follow her lead. He lazily slips his tongue into her mouth, nips at her bottom lip, giving her time to recover.
She shifts above him, not breaking the kiss as she angles her hips so that she can sink down on his cock. Before she does, she pauses against his lips. She looks at him, fair eyelashes against freckled cheeks as his eyes stay closed.
”Okay?” She asks, and Cloud just nods.
”Yeah,” he tells her, but the word turns into a moan as Aerith lets the tip of his cock sink into her slowly. She eases down, letting both him and her get used to the feeling. The stretch is delicious, and as he bottoms out inside of her, she moans. She starts moving, hips rolling is slow circles, but Cloud’s hands are on her hips, stopping her. He doesn’t say anything, but kisses her as he holds her still, and she complies, not wanting to overwhelm him just yet.
Closing her eyes as she runs her fingers through blonde locks, she lets him take his time. He presses wet kisses from her jaw to her neck to her chest and then he finally starts moving.
He’s certainly a fast learner. He tugs gently at her nipple with his teeth, before sucking it into his mouth. Pauses and listens as she sighs into a moan and grinds down against him. And so he does it again, pulling even more involuntary noises from her lips.
He doesn’t have enough leverage to thrust up into her, so Aerith moves instead, bouncing in his lap, gasping every time his cock hits deep.
She pushes him backwards, until he’s laid out flat on his back. The blonde mess of hair forms a halo around his head, and the flowers all around them create an idyllic scene of vibrant colors and soft scents.
Maybe she could fall in love with him. He looks pretty among the flowers, blonde hair messy, freckled skin flushed as his chest rises and falls in time with his quickened breathing. He’s disheveled, clothes hastily pushed out of the way, lips swollen and pink from her kisses. Being close to him feels familiar, like reuniting with an old lover. At the same time, it’s all completely new.
Blue eyes burn as he looks up at her, mouth hanging open. He stares at her with such adoration in his gaze that she has to look away, focusing instead on the movement of their hips, the way Cloud once again follows her lead, meeting the rolls of her hips with gentle thrusts. His hands are on her hips, and as she feels his movements grow erratic, struggling to keep up the pace, she guides his hand to her core, shows her how to press his thumb against her clit in time with their grinding.
As her peak grows closer, she reaches out to him, and he gets up into a sitting position, wrapping an arm around her to keep her close. The moans that he can’t keep from escaping his lips echo into Aerith’s ear, and they come together when Aerith pushes Cloud’s hand out of the way and rubs her own clit in the way she needs to reach her second climax.
Cloud looks pretty when he comes. Pink, kiss-swollen lips fall open in a moan that he probably wishes wasn’t as loud as it is. His brow crunches up, eyes tightly shut, and a shudder resonates through his body as he holds her tight.
Afterwards, he’s quiet. Aerith wonders what he’s thinking. She won’t ask. She snuggles up to his side. They’ve probably squashed more than a few flowers and she surely has grass stains on her dress, but Aerith finds herself not caring all that much. She breaks off a lily from its stalk and places it behind Cloud’s ear.
Pretty.
”First time?” she asks him, fully expecting to not get an honest answer. He just looks down at her with those blue mako eyes of his, guard dropped for just a moment. He presses a gentle kiss to her lips, and they stay like that for what feels like forever.