[Expectations were set a long time before they got this far, though Cloud didn't foresee the self-consciousness overtaking her for something normal. He should have he thinks in the moment pause between them. Normal is the type of thing they aren't use to, normal becomes abnormal in their world regardless of their knowledge and acceptance of the normality of society.
Opposites attract and there are not further opposites than them. His deliberate quietness is in opposition of Ed's brashness, but it works. Not as though what's shown is what's inside as he to can have a sharpness to his tongue just as well as she can soften hers.
Those soft sounds are collected, stored away, and yet sought over again. Rarity doesn't have a place in why he wants to hear them. Only that he likes hearing her gasp and breathes in moments like these where they're closer.
The urge to laugh itches his throat at leading of her hand lower back down. Once the shame dies down, she's free to damit how much she likes something. Typical, yet again, but it's reassuring as well.]
Touch you? [They're nothing but words, not even the proper words for what it was. He takes her jawline to kiss a train back to her shoulder and automail where he had left off.
The hand upon her stomach is quick to restart, the dampness making his search easier. Fingers push in and rub, slowed to build the pattern and inch her closer to the edge.]
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Opposites attract and there are not further opposites than them. His deliberate quietness is in opposition of Ed's brashness, but it works. Not as though what's shown is what's inside as he to can have a sharpness to his tongue just as well as she can soften hers.
Those soft sounds are collected, stored away, and yet sought over again. Rarity doesn't have a place in why he wants to hear them. Only that he likes hearing her gasp and breathes in moments like these where they're closer.
The urge to laugh itches his throat at leading of her hand lower back down. Once the shame dies down, she's free to damit how much she likes something. Typical, yet again, but it's reassuring as well.]
Touch you? [They're nothing but words, not even the proper words for what it was. He takes her jawline to kiss a train back to her shoulder and automail where he had left off.
The hand upon her stomach is quick to restart, the dampness making his search easier. Fingers push in and rub, slowed to build the pattern and inch her closer to the edge.]