[ She was hoping that Cloud would just get her meaning somehow, but it looks like he hadn't. Then again, Ed is doing a terrible job at communicating what she wants. This was just completely new territory for her, and venturing on was something terrifying. She doesn't know what to say or do, and she's tripping over herself everywhere. Before she had met Cloud, she hadn't even been kissed before. Of course standing before this bed would be nerve-wrecking. (For a long time, Ed has been convincing herself that that kind of intimacy was just something she didn't need.) ]
N-No! Nothing's wrong! [ She corrects a little too quickly. It wouldn't do if Cloud started to think she was sick or anything like that. Especially not when the truth was something far more embarrassing. Her body was just feeling hot from when they had stopped earlier, and the itch from between her thighs was becoming more and more bothersome. What she needed was some form of release, and as difficult as it was to admit this fact (she can't even entertain the thought without flushing), she wants it to be with Cloud.
Ed actually meant that they should go forward, not that they should leave. But how is she going to communicate this? There's a moment taken to garner up the courage, and then a metallic hand goes shifting higher, hovering over one of Cloud's hands a little tentatively then clutching it. She squeezes his fingers firmly, almost like she's using the gesture to calm herself down. Since her fingers are metal, her touch may be strikingly cold. Ed doesn't seem aware of this herself. ]
I'm saying it's fine. [ She averts her gaze from him, dipping her head and blushing. ] We can -- I-I mean, if you want to ...
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N-No! Nothing's wrong! [ She corrects a little too quickly. It wouldn't do if Cloud started to think she was sick or anything like that. Especially not when the truth was something far more embarrassing. Her body was just feeling hot from when they had stopped earlier, and the itch from between her thighs was becoming more and more bothersome. What she needed was some form of release, and as difficult as it was to admit this fact (she can't even entertain the thought without flushing), she wants it to be with Cloud.
Ed actually meant that they should go forward, not that they should leave. But how is she going to communicate this? There's a moment taken to garner up the courage, and then a metallic hand goes shifting higher, hovering over one of Cloud's hands a little tentatively then clutching it. She squeezes his fingers firmly, almost like she's using the gesture to calm herself down. Since her fingers are metal, her touch may be strikingly cold. Ed doesn't seem aware of this herself. ]
I'm saying it's fine. [ She averts her gaze from him, dipping her head and blushing. ] We can -- I-I mean, if you want to ...