[ Edith isn't sure what to call this thing that they have. It kind of started out small; meeting up, being friends. Then, it evolved to little touches, and eventually, Ed finds herself rather fidgety in Cloud's presence. Rather nervous and flustered when he's near her. It's really all a blur when she tries to recall how it happened. She just knows that despite being completely unused to this kind of thing, she was okay with it. Cloud was a person she's really grown to care for. A person she would protect at any cost. There are a lot of things she's far too embarrassed to admit to anyone (even herself), but she could definitely acknowledge that.
There is still a tinge of guilt that she feels though. A part of Ed nags at her about how she should be putting her 100% into restoring Al's body, that she shouldn't be doing something like this for herself or it clearly meant she didn't care about her brother. That was the source of most of her initial reluctance in continuing with the intimacy (as addictive as it was becoming for her). While Al himself had picked up on that and scolded most of it out of his sister, old habits do die hard.
It's been a slow, bumpy road so far (which might be Ed's fault), but tonight, they went a little farther than before. As they walk to the room, the implications all too apparent, Ed's heart is thumping so hard it could practically burst out. A part of her wants to run away in anxiety and fluster (probably giving some unbelievable excuse like 'I-I think I left the stove on! All my crap's probably on fire!'), but the other part ... is yearning for more. They stopped right in the heat of passion, and she's still feeling that uncomfortable itch. Even if they don't have sex tonight, she's probably going to need to lock herself away in her room and relieve herself on her own.
Ed tenses up at the feeling of his hot breaths by her ear. The hands moving down her sides makes her shiver, and she flushes more. Though she's trembling a bit from how nervous she is, she tries her best not to let it show (and she's doing a terrible job). ]
Enough with that. [ Somehow, it's more embarrassing when he's patient and gentle, even if she can't say she doesn't appreciate it. ]
I'm already -- [ She's already feeling hot inside, but it's not something she wants to say out loud. There's an exasperated sigh. ] Let's just go.
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There is still a tinge of guilt that she feels though. A part of Ed nags at her about how she should be putting her 100% into restoring Al's body, that she shouldn't be doing something like this for herself or it clearly meant she didn't care about her brother. That was the source of most of her initial reluctance in continuing with the intimacy (as addictive as it was becoming for her). While Al himself had picked up on that and scolded most of it out of his sister, old habits do die hard.
It's been a slow, bumpy road so far (which might be Ed's fault), but tonight, they went a little farther than before. As they walk to the room, the implications all too apparent, Ed's heart is thumping so hard it could practically burst out. A part of her wants to run away in anxiety and fluster (probably giving some unbelievable excuse like 'I-I think I left the stove on! All my crap's probably on fire!'), but the other part ... is yearning for more. They stopped right in the heat of passion, and she's still feeling that uncomfortable itch. Even if they don't have sex tonight, she's probably going to need to lock herself away in her room and relieve herself on her own.
Ed tenses up at the feeling of his hot breaths by her ear. The hands moving down her sides makes her shiver, and she flushes more. Though she's trembling a bit from how nervous she is, she tries her best not to let it show (and she's doing a terrible job). ]
Enough with that. [ Somehow, it's more embarrassing when he's patient and gentle, even if she can't say she doesn't appreciate it. ]
I'm already -- [ She's already feeling hot inside, but it's not something she wants to say out loud. There's an exasperated sigh. ] Let's just go.