of scars and metal

[metal_chocobo]

[Cloud and Edith were dating in all but words themselves. He had gotten use to the lack of terminology coming to understand how unnerving it was for her to her. Things are steady enough, some bumps and dips in the road when certain aspects of their personalities clashed, but overall they got along well. Something about two ex-soldiers hit it off well despite the major differences in their services. 

Her scars are physical as they are mental, his own more the latter than former. He has some lasting scraps, but he is still whole missing nothing other than his memories and those were replaced with retellings from those who'd been there. 

Intimacy became a touchy subject, perhaps more so than admitting they were dating. Her metal limbs didn't bother him. Metal is familiar, it's cold and usually smooth surface something he's dealt with for the greater part of his life. He doesn't mind them or the scars and he's done his best to communicate that point.

They'd been intimate somewhat. Nothing long and drain out, but heavy and hot when need pushed thoughts and insecurities away. Most of her body is mapped or he likes to think so. Like her scars, her size doesn't matter to him. It's tough to walk on the egg shell of how small she is, something Cloud finds cute. He can lift her, hold her, and act the larger spoon with ease and when she lets him.

Tonight is different. An hour or so earlier there was drinking and flirting to the best of either of their abilities.  A few kisses become making out and then it's a hot weighted need that can't get ignored.]

How are you feeling? [Careful, very careful in how fast they're going. His hands are on her arms and sleeves from behind. The door hadn't shut before he was upon her, lips taking her ear and hands moving across her sides. It's been a few minutes, less shoes, and the bedroom laying before them.]

We don't have to...if you're not up for it. [So long she's going along for herself, he's fine with continuing. Very fine with it.]

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[obstinated]

[ It does feel good. Better than anything she's felt in a while. A relief washes over her when Cloud sets his gaze onto her, not looking the least bit uncomfortable or disturbed by what had happened. Ed was terribly self-conscious, because she's never shared a private moment like this with another person before. She doesn't know what to expect, how they would react to her and all that.

But there's still that same patient, quiet quality to his features. She's always found it something enchanting, even if you'll have to beat her up before she would dare admit that. A direct contrast from her own boisterous personality and million facial faults (some of which are terribly unladylike and unattractive).

The deep kiss manages to calm her nerves. She feels the self-consciousness draining away as she loses herself in the light-headedness. There's a soft sound that Ed lets out as she closes her eyes -- like a satisfied sigh. The longer they kiss, the higher she feels, and the greater her need becomes. Without even realising it, Ed relaxes her body, those clamped thighs easing up and opening again.

She wants ... some of what he was doing to her earlier, again. Even if she was the one who stopped it abruptly. It felt like nothing she had ever felt. Ending the kiss, Ed lies her head on the mattress, breathing hardly from how heated things had gotten. Is she allowed to ask for it? Eyes averted from Cloud, her fingers reach out a little gently, brushing against his arm before finding his hand. ]

That thing you were doing before -- [ A heavy blush colours her cheeks as she continues to stare at the sheets. ] Could you --?

[ Picking up his hand, she places it onto her own stomach, hoping that he'll get her meaning. She wants him to continue. ]

[metal_chocobo]

[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.]

[obstinated]

[ She's glad she didn't have to elaborate very much, because it was honestly the most embarrassing thing on Earth. There's a shudder when she feels those fingers pressing down on her clit, running over it in circles. She was already feeling extra sensitive down there from being stimulated earlier, and every touch felt like electricity jolting right through her body. ]

Nnngh, Cloud -- [ There's a moan that escapes her lips before she can think to hold it in. Somehow, he seemed to know exactly where to touch, where to kiss. The whole experience was something completely overwhelming. Ed has been nervous about this act for a very long time, preferring to avoid it and anything related to it. She's glad her first time was with someone so -- honestly, he was really good to her. So good she felt undeserving at times.

Covering her eyes with the back of one of her hands, she continues to breathe hardly, her gasps becoming louder and louder. Her hips roll as well, moving in response to his careful strokes. This teasing was just too much. Ed feels herself getting closer and closer, the heat building up inside of her.

Briefly, she imagines one of those fingers slipping inside of her, working in the same careful way they were doing now. The thought makes her blush, and she shelves it away, too nervous to ask that they go that far. The longer he went on, the more those panties felt like a barrier, though.

[metal_chocobo]

[Context fills in the blanks and it speaks volumes for what is wanted here. Ed could go without speaking for the rest of the evening and Cloud would have a decent map in which to follow. Especially when the destination is the same by different routes.

Where to plant kisses and place his touch is a guessing game. He plays it by ear, her heightened breathing and gasp telling of where to touch. Concern as always plays in it with the nagging thoughts he's going to fast or pressing against her too hard.

She hasn't complained or stopped him since the minor bump in the road and had been increasingly wetter as they went. He swallows hard, nervous and pulling his muscles tight to cease any shaking. He had to remain strong, confident in his movements to push away any belief he's unsure himself. Exerting control has never been something he's keen with, but this is better than most situations where it was required on his part to take lead.

It takes three tries to slip his hand under her panties. The first he manages to pick at the fabric, the second barely that far, and the third taking a long breath. His middle digit seeks her entrance testing for penetration and awaiting a reaction if she's ready for something more than rubbing.

Then it's more, bit by bit his finger pushing in and curling. Kissing gets forgotten in the moment until it dawns on him he's breathing better. Her shoulder is replaced by her jawline and sucking. Breath is important for her to take in and for him to hear whether he's doing right by her.]