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“I'm not much a make-up artist, but simplicity is best in your case. You're already so beautiful all on your own,” spoke the bubbly-natured Flower Girl to her reluctant test model, her vocal chords syruped with intrigue. “Eyes as vibrant as gemstones, a flawless complexion, and hair as gold as the summer sun and surprisingly soft, too!”

Cloud wasn't sure how to respond to Aerith's continuous string of compliments; he was aware that her words were meant to be sincere and encouraging, to him more at ease under these peculiar circumstances, but every single, solitary syllable out of her mouth only served to tease him. His body was enveloped in a bizarre, yet welcome fever, struggling not to melt like an ice-pop and fighting with his anxious muscles to stay still underneath the intense stare of his girlfriend's evergreen eyes. He was too confused by the multitude of feelings coursing through his being as he permitted Aerith to treat him like a doll.

At first, Cloud agreed to go through with this simply to appease her – he was weak to her whims; he was pretty certain that the entire ordeal was going to be a drag, predicting that he'd end up bitching and moaning until he was free to clean all the sparkly gunk off his face. But now that he was here, he found the experience was proving to be enjoyable, to say the least.

“Cat got your tongue?” jibed Aerith as she carefully swept a brush, covered in royal blue powder, across Cloud's left eyelid.

“Got nothing to say,” Cloud said, concentrating hard on how his voice came out. He didn't want to sound annoyed, though he quietly supposed that he sort of was.

The soft bristles of the make-up brush felt soothing against his eyelids while Aerith carefully dusted on the eyeshadow. It wasn't heavy or sticky like the stuff Andrea Rhodeo used that night at the Honeybee Inn. Everything went on smoothly, by a relaxed and gentle hand. In a myriad of ways, Cloud sensed that Aerith wanted to pamper him in her own, unusual manner, albeit her motivation was fueled by a fantasy – a kink – one that he was slowly, but surely succumbing to.

“C'mon, we both know you're loving this,” Aerith retorted, focusing her attention on his right eyelid now. “It's just you and me, all alone.”

“I never said I wasn't enjoying this,” the blond male responded.

“But you are thinking of pretending otherwise.” The Icicle Inn native began to stroke her digits through the former Shinra grunt's silken roots of flaxen hair all the way to the combed out tendrils cascading over his shoulders.

That mixture of stimulation – of the subtle sultriness of Aerith's voice threading through his bloodstream like a fine, red wine, and her fingernails ghosting over his scalp – was dizzying. Intoxicating. His heart was on the verge of pole-vaulting out of his throat while his cock throbbed against the soft fabric of the g-string he wore. “No. I wasn't thinking of doing that.”

“Okay. Then what are you thinking of doing?”

Cloud couldn't help but roll his eyes. “The same thing you're imagining, but maybe with a little more urgency.”

“Well, that's pretty vague, Cloud. Paint a picture for me, with your words,” she requesting, the bow shape of her lips stretching into a disappointed pout.

“Pros and verse aren't really my forté,” the planet's hero replied.

Emitting a mild laugh, Aerith nodded her head in agreement with his true statement. “Yes, but you are getting better. A year ago, you would have answered, 'no,' and left it at that.” Finally, Aerith set down the eyelid brush, moving on to bringing out the color in Cloud's cheeks. “Besides, you know that's not what I meant.”

Yes. He did know. “I'm saving it for later, when this part's over.”

“Aw, you're no fun!” Aerith teasingly whined. “I want you to tell me how you're going to ram your cock all the way inside my pussy and-”

“Shut up,” Cloud commanded in a firm tone as one hand found a light grasp around the center of her neck. Just to make certain she knew that she wasn't actually in any trouble or danger, the righthand corner of his lips curled into a microscopic, but frisky smirk, and then pulled her in closer to give her exposed clavicle a quick peck before he released her.

Of course, Aerith didn't mind being manhandled by Cloud, not in the slightest; in fact, she rather enjoyed it. A sharp, yet pleasant thrill pierced through her spinal column and resonated between her legs, causing her knees to buckle when Cloud's nimble, but light digits took hold of her neck. Every ounce of self-control pooled into her head to stop her from swooning or giving up on their foreplay, but she couldn't keep herself from whimpering as he let go. “See? Even now, you're still my strong, tough man.”

“And don't you forget it,” he concurred, masking his own eagerness behind a visage of stone. Cloud craved Aerith just as much as she craved him. Several times, he fought off the impulse to forego fulfilling this odd, little fantasy, strip Aerith of the few items of clothing she wore, and fuck her over the armrest of the couch; but over and over again, he resolved himself to remain patient. Good things come to those who wait and what not. And, as his brat of a girlfriend had so generously pointed out, he discovered that the process of being made-over at her hands was its own particular brand of fun. Erotic.

“Alright! We only have one step of the makeover left!” the plant merchant exclaimed, renewing her composure as she held out a variety of matte lipsticks, all different shades of pink and red. “You choose!”

“Why are you including my input in this all of a sudden?” the ex-mercenary queried, mulling over his many choices.

“I just thought this might be something you would have an opinion on,” she answered, ever-so slightly tilting her head to the side while her emerald-colored irises gazed upon him innocently. “I've gotten my lipstick all over you enough times for you to have a preference.”

For a moment, Cloud considered his options. On the one hand, it wasn't like he had a ton of knowledge about cosmetics, outside of Aerith mentioning she preferred 'nudes' on herself. Plus, he was a guy; he wasn't supposed to know anything or have any opinions regarding such things. On the other hand, he wasn't blind. Aerith had provided him a full-length mirror, currently standing against the living room wall, for him to view the changes made to his face. She'd done a pretty good job on her own, and he liked the colors she'd picked out; her vision for Cloud clearly resembled the 'sexy goth' aesthetic, dark but colorful. Aerith knew him so well.

“Okay. How about this one?” The well-manicured, black-painted nail of his index finger pointed to the darker, borderline purple shade of lip make-up.

“Mauve,” Aerith remarked, a satisfied simper glossed across each corner of her mouth as he set down the irrelevant options. “Excellent decision, Mister Strife. You do have a talent for this.” For the umpteenth time, she insinuated that she was not the only one in the relationship that fantasized about accentuating Cloud's more effeminate features, especially in an environment where they could be alone.

And for the umpteenth time, his reaction was to roll his eyes as a defense mechanism. Sure, okay, there was truth to it, but she didn't need to be so celebratory about it.

De-lidding the tube of lipstick, the Flower Girl suddenly moved herself into a position where she was straddling her lover's lap, eliciting a tortured groan as both of their clothed sexes ground together exactly once. “Stay still, Cloud. We wouldn't want to leave any unsightly smudges on your pretty face when we're so close to finishing up.

A fresh spike of arousal electrified his dick, desperate for more friction – wanting it so bad that he nearly forgot how to breathe. Still, Cloud managed a respectful, “Yes, Ma'am,” and nodded once.

“Good girl,” the evil, little minx teased.

With a careful and delicate hand, the pink-clad woman began to apply the wild-berry colored lipstick to Cloud's mouth, pouring her complete attention into not messing up her masterpiece. Meanwhile, a portion of Cloud's brain, a small portion that's wasn't envisioning anything related to sex, registered subtle delight at the buttery sensation being dragged over his lips. They suddenly felt more hydrated – not waxy and dry like he had been expecting.

Somehow, this part of the makeover had been the most erotic to him. Perhaps it was because of the wonderfully cooling sensation spreading over the length of his lips; perhaps it was due to Aerith's intense concentration – she didn't even realize how the proximity of their faces was slowly driving the poor man to madness with an equally intense hunger to kiss the focus right out of her, though he suspected Aerith's scarcely dressed figure served as a major contribution to how his mind flooded with premonitions of the very near future. Wearing a lacy set of bubblegum-pink bra and panties, along with white, thigh-high stockings to complement the length of her legs, the blond's hands instinctively gripped at the vixen's hips, wishing she would rock them back and forth. But for some reason, the torture of denial, while being made-up to look like a fanciful doll, was one of the sexiest things he had ever experienced.

“There! All done!” the Flower Girl announced, putting down the lipstick elsewhere and standing back up. “Stand, Cloud. It's time for you to show off.”

Cautiously, the made-over gentleman grabbed his girlfriend's extended out hand, and lifted himself up from the furniture. “You really want me to go through the entire fantasy, don't you?”

“Hey, I went along with your church-sex, nun-and-priest roleplay, so don't pretend like I'm the only freak here. You owe me.” With that said, Aerith pressed a digit against the button of a nearby radio, set upon the coffee table that was slightly pushed out of the way, to further enhance the mood, and then assisted Cloud over to the couch. “Dance for me, slut,” she dictated, settling herself betwixt the soft, plush couch cushions.

In reaction to her blunt phrasing, the cross-dressed man's ears turned as red as strawberries. An onslaught of nerves threatened to shred him at the seams, the pit of his stomach ready to burst from the swell of embarrassment. For a brief moment, Cloud's eyelids fluttered closed while his brain worked on abandoning all concepts of gender norms and misguided humility. He focused on the soft sensation of satin against his flesh and the rhythmic bass thrusting from the speakers. Surrendering his body to the music, Cloud began to dance – every motion graceful and fluid, every movement puppeteered by the heavy beats thundering against the airwaves, every shake, shimmy, and gyration meant to allure.

The song drowned out the rest of the room, the rest of the world, everything but Aerith. A scintillating fire roared within her shamrock-touched irises, the heat spreading forward and around Cloud – their energies trying to fuse somewhere in the center, but not meeting just yet. Cloud felt fueled by her hungry ogling as he spun around once, the wind of his twirl picking up the frilly, indigo skirt from the lingerie he adorned, and momentarily showed off his erection.

“Have I told you how sexy you look yet?” queried Aerith, the hardship to speak audible in her voice – breathless and impatient.

“As a matter of fact, you haven't,” the blond male answered, steadying his own tone, and stood still when Aerith spoke to him.

“I guess I'm getting a little overeager myself.” She didn't even attempt to meet his eyes, while her own crawled up and down his sinched figure, her gaze almost glazed over – inebriated from the hormones wafting betwixt them; not that Cloud minded the attention. “You've always been handsome, but with that outfit, your hair combed out, and make-up on, you are a blond bombshell. Cloud...?”

God, the way she purred his name like that sent sensuous shivers up and down the length of his spine. “Hmm?”

“Would you dance a little bit closer to me?” An inviting, yet mischievous crept across his shell-pink lips as she crooked her index finger at him in a come-hither gesture. “It'll be easier for me to appreciate how beautiful you are.”

“Didn't your mother ever teach you the magic words? 'Please' is the word that comes after making a request.”

“Please,” Aerith echoed, catching her lower lip between her teeth.

His own lips contoured into a wicked smirk. Leaning forward, Cloud placed a curled finger beneath his girlfriend's chin to delicately tilt her feverish face up – chaining their famished stares together. “Look me in the eyes and ask me politely.”

“Dance closer to me, Cloud, please?” Aerith attempted once more, very nearly melting from the playfully stern vibrations sewn through his voice.

“Good girl.”

This time, Cloud reached toward the radio's volume dial and twisted it around to make the sound louder. Then, turning himself around, Cloud stirred his hips backwards, forwards, and side-to-side, and inched his body closer and closer, until he utilized Aerith's lap as a seat. In response to his little show, both of Aerith's hands started petting and caressing him all over. Cloud forcefully swallowed the need to groan as the flower merchant's adept digits groped at the area where his back, upper thigh met his ass, and massaged the smooth, plump slope. Meanwhile, her other hand was quite indecisive, reaching around to feather the white tips of her nails along his clavicle, down to his breast bones, which were protected by a bustier, and traveled along his biceps and triceps.

“You're very handsy today,” he remarked nonchalantly.

“Can you blame me? You're an Adonis,” the mage replied, lightly squeezing his arms to emphasize the point. “I don't know how you can look pretty as a woman, yet embody all this masculinity at the same time. It's not fair to everyone else.”

“Guess I'm blessed.” Again, Cloud stood up, and grabbed at the brunette's greedy hands. “Keep these to yourself. You're distracting me.”

“How else am I suppose to show you my appreciation?”

“Don't you worry. I have ideas.”

Delicately, Cloud took one of Aerith's silken-smooth, white-sheathed legs between his calloused hands and extended it over the length of the couch's empty space, repeated the same action with the opposite leg, so that her thighs were spread nice and wide. Next, he gracefully placed himself on the sofa – curving his hips in a way that seemed to hypnotize Aerith. She squirmed beneath him, in agony over not being allowed to let her hands wander where they may and explore the tempting contours of his body, while she, too, instinctively rolled her hips in an upwards motion. All the while, his cock and her pussy ground together to the rhythmic, but painfully slow beat of the song, both still thinly veiled by their respective panties. Still, the blond man's facial features held their composure, skillfully trained from revealing his longing to just take her already.

Yet, there was also a deep sense of delight he felt pumping through his veins at torturing poor Aerith. That interesting duality between vexation and prolonging. The way that Cloud had never felt this manly and sexy – not despite the way he was done up like a woman, but because of it. A tremor, full of curiosity, anticipation, and yearning rang throughout his manhood as the thought of fucking Aerith while he wore a bustier, a short skirt, long and black stockings, and heels appeared in his brain.

Patience. Patience was a virtue.

“You look like you're about to combust,” Cloud commented, a small semblance of smugness seeping through his speech.

“Mm-hmm,” Aerith nodded once as if the rest of her body was paralyzed – shuddering when he braced his hands upon the top of the couch. His naturally sweet, yet woodsy aroma was right in her face, as were his pectorals. “I'm not used to you being this close.”

“Close...? What do you mean?” Perplexed, Cloud put a pause on the lap dance.

“You're always the one touching me and making me feel good, but you're not always into the idea of me reciprocating and making you feel good.”

“You don't think you make me feel good?”

She shrugged in reply to his question, which prompted him to once again take her hands into his own and gift her permission to shower his sensitive, hot skin in the heavenly glory of her touch. This time, the swordsman didn't try to shy away from putting his reaction on display – moaning at the pleasurable stimulation provided by Aerith's soothing fingernails skimming across the back of his outer thigh. He could have melted into her lap right then and there, but he had to resist.

“You want to do more to me?” he inquired curiously.

“I do,” Aerith confirmed, emitting a small, satisfied hum.

“Get up then. It's time for you to put that mouth to good use,” the blond man ordered, drawing them both to their feet, and then went ahead and made himself comfortable on the sofa.

Obediently, Aerith kneeled before Cloud and peeled off the soft fibers of his g-string. In the beginning, she merely licked at his exposed mushroom head similar to how a feline licked at a bowl full of crème – curious, yet enthusiastic – and moved on to moistening his full length by slathering her saliva all around with her tongue. Cloud's cock twitched impatiently at the anticipation, though he savored the slick sensation of her tongue administering so much attention upon him; he loved the feeling of her tongue investigating the swollen, excitable corona of his dick, especially when she used the very edge of her pink appendage to clean away the precum leaking from the slit.

“Surprisingly sweet today. Mmm,” the Cetra said, partially in exclamation.

The way Cloud saw it, he had exactly two options: deflate into the sofa cushions like a mangled balloon and allow Aerith to take her sweet time or he could totally lose his cool and order her to suck him off like a good slut. He opened up his mouth, working up the gumption to do the latter, but before he could get a single syllable out, Aerith suddenly swallowed every last inch of him, without another word, without warning. However, the action was not without some modest difficulty; ever-so slightly, the Flower Girl's throat muscles convulsed around the thick, long mast as it put her gag reflex to the test – the sweet, wonderful, tight sensation nearly coaxing Cloud to completion – but she quickly adjusted.

At some point, Cloud threw his head back against the couch as a raspy growl emanated from his vocal chords. “That's right, Aerith. Work my cock like the thirsty cockwhore you are.” Fuck. Her throat was the Promised Land.

Almost if 'gag reflex' wasn't apart of her language, Aerith gulped down Cloud's erection over and over again – the motions fluid and easy, while her tongue chaotically lapped along the protruding veins. Fuck. Okay. He needed to get a grip. Literally and figuratively. Cloud lifted his head up from its resting posture, reached out his hands to sweep the long, almond locks of hair out of Aerith's face, and concentrated his turquoise gaze on her. The way her cheeks hollowed out along his prick, the way those startingly beautiful, green orbs stared back at him, the way he bobbed and twisted her mouth around so that not a single centimeter of him was left unattended to – were all excellent ingredients in the formula to make his brain short-circuit, overloaded by pure, instinctive need.

“Aerith, that's enough,” bid the young hero as the words came out harsher than he intended.

“Are you sure? I don't mind if-”

Swiftly, Cloud leaned over and captured Aerith's mouth in a ravenous kiss. He couldn't allow her to finish that sentence, couldn't hear how she was totally game to go unfucked and let him spill the contents of his balls down her esophagus, otherwise he'd surely break. In truth, he had no desire to be a selfish lover. Never did. “Nah,” he grunted between kisses, lightly pinching her lower lip between his teeth every now and then. “You got me all gussied up, so you were clearly expecting some pussy worship and I'm happy to be your slut. Just for now.”

“You love me, Cloud Strife.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Playfully, he rolled his eyes and moved to lie down on the carpet floor. “Sit on my face and I'll show you some of my love.”

Compliant to his instructions, the Ancient woman did indeed take a seat over Cloud's face – with her damp, pink slit hovering no more than a centimeter above. Slowly, Cloud's tongue started to probe at his lover's slick cunt, paying particular attention to the swollen nub – pressing the flat of his tongue hard against the thousands of nerve cells, and extracting a myriad of puppy-like whimpers from Aerith. If only to stop Cloud's neighbors from suspecting that the couple was flaunting their sins, the flower expert muffled her appreciation by clapping one hand over her mouth, as Cloud continued to indulge in the delicious nectar soaking her sex. His tastebuds worshiped and reveled in her flavors and textures – so sweet and so silky – though his tongue maintained its methods, alternating between licking up and down the entire length of Aerith's pussy, and circling it around her excitable clitoris. His work was rhythmic and thorough, never missing a chance to make her squirm.

“Cloud!” she breathlessly exclaimed his name as though in prayer, spontaneously digging her digits into his spiky, corn-yellow locks for balance. Consequently, the movements of Cloud's tongue adopted a more rapid pace since he realized that she was mere seconds away from becoming undone, and he fully intended to be the cause of unraveling her more than once. Harshly, both of his hands gripped her supple ass cheeks as he slightly elevated his hand off the rug; he wanted to feel Aerith lose controls and feel her writhe against his mouth. “Fuck!” she cursed while total, unabashed bliss seized at her brain chemistry. “Cloud...” Aerith couldn't stop herself from riding out her climax along Cloud's visage, her hips working of their own accord.

Once the trip came to a finish, Aerith climbed back onto the couch for a quick rest, though Cloud was not keen on giving her anything more than a second to catch her breath. With his tongue coated in climax honey, he passionately kissed her. Responsively, Aerith emitted a groan against his mouth, more than willing to serve her role as fucktoy for his hungry whims. Then, the two shifted around each other so that their positions switched, with Aerith settled in Cloud's lap, as the latter's lips strayed to her neck. For another minute or so, the greedy male nibbled at the nape of her neck, while she stroked his rock-solid phallus between the smooth, wet folds of her nether lips – teasing him, lubricating him.

Finally, he could take no more. Sweeping one finger down the clasp of the woman's bra, Cloud wasted no time in tossing the fabric to the forgotten ether of the living room.“You're done teasing me, okay? You're gonna be a good girl and you're gonna ride my cock now,” Cloud commanded, lightly pinching her skin between the sharp edges of his teeth, and then soothed the sting with the warm flat of his tongue; he wanted to make the message clear – the time for foreplay was over, but he still loved her more than anything else.

Of course, the brunette did as she was told and lined up the corona of Cloud's manhood with the bud of her crying entrance, with her jade orbs nefariously locked on his mako-streaked ones. At last, she dropped herself over him – unceremoniously – so that he was completely sheathed inside of her. His deep grunts and her throaty whines intermingled in the air, as Aerith began motioning her hips up and down, enveloping the full length of Cloud's into her very core over and over again. Her insides squeezed around him like a vice, the walls stroking his stiffness in a chaotic, earnest fashion. As a result, the young man forbade intelligible, complete thoughts from his mind. Anything that that wasn't concentrated on these outstanding, fucking fantastic feelings were cast out. Desiring to feel the way her hips curled and gyrated, Cloud's tense fingertips clung to Aerith's hipbones and splayed along the soft angles of her hot skin. He loved every last bit of sensation – from how she rocked her body over his lap, and her muscles contoured in his hand, to having the wide head of his member smash relentlessly into her cervix.

Not to mention the visual stimuli – Aerith's perky tits bounced in a counterclockwise motion, until Cloud covered one with his mouth. Evidently, her nipple was quite sensitive, because when he held the hardened, little rosebud between the cautious tips of his teeth and lapped at it, her focus changed. Fortunately, the man did not mind the break from converging their nethers, and suckled, licked, and gnawed at the goddess's breast, before eventually performing the same tricks on the other one. All the while, Aerith squealed and moaned almost until she couldn't stand it anymore.

Cloud withdrew seconds before sweet oblivion, refusing her release.

“You're cruel,” Aerith said, expelling a whiny sigh.

Chortling, the ex-mercenary took a moment to appreciate the purplish red sight of her titties. “Look at that, I accidentally got my lipstick all over you.”

“Oh. Yeah.” She wasn't bothered by it at all. “Your make-up is pretty smudged, too.”

Following the direction of her pointed finger, the gender-nonconformist glanced at his reflection in the nearby mirror. Sweat had tarnished the neatness of Aerith's earlier work. Mascara and eyeshadow streaked down his cheeks, the blush faded, and his mauve lipstick left stains along his mouth and chin. “Oh, well.”

“Hmm.” Returning his attention back to her, Aerith ghosted a thumb over his chin. “Only you can make messy look this sexy.”

He would have to beg to differ a little bit later. “We'll see about that.”

Once again, Cloud arose from the sofa as Aerith's long legs locked around his waist, before he plopped her back down amongst the cushions. “Turn around and perch yourself up a bit.”

“Yes, Sir.” Aerith was rewarded a sharp slap on the ass for her unquestioning obedience.

“Mine,” Cloud declared with a feral growl, delivering another proud smack to his girlfriend's rear-end again.

And then, Cloud resumed his mission to fuck her. Sliding his cock into her weeping, tight pussy with the greatest of ease, he began to thrust. His ears were aroused by the wanton mewls streaming from Aerith's vocal chords while his fat phallus stirred around within her cozy channel. Meanwhile, his dilated, tar-black pupils tried to soak it all in – how his long rod glistened in the clarity of the Cetra's arousal whenever he withdrew, the sight of her beautiful, watermelon-pink, lower lips opening wide to accept him back in with the warmest, most thankful welcome; and the way her facial expressions contorted wildly, whenever he tossed a quick side-eye to the mirror, as if she was struggling to stay sane.

There was also the added absurdity of his own attire that Cloud couldn't help but feel enhanced by – his skirt hiked up, his feet still buried in stilettos, his thin panties pushed over to the side of his manhood, and his flesh-colored stockings had started to ride down. Here he was, doing one of the most expected, natural acts a man could do with a woman, as he was dressed to the nines as the opposite sex – an element of the taboo that Cloud found immensely intriguing. He felt sexy and vivacious and feminine, and yet so desirably masculine.

Again and again, Cloud slammed his needy cock all the way home in Aerith's incredibly moist, yet tight cunt. He could tell that Aerith was getting close again from the way her wailing walls gripped around his dick every few seconds, pumping his length with a goal in mind.

Grinning wolfishly, Cloud leaned forward, placed a tender kiss on the back of his precious lover's neck, and murmured, “About to make a mess?”

“I-I-I think so,” stammered the most beautiful woman Cloud had ever known, her voice strained and fragile like glass about to break.

“Maybe not all over the couch.” With that, the strong man maneuvered Aerith so that his arms were hooked over his, while his hands grasped at the underside of her knees, and then turned her away from the furniture.

“Cl-Cl-Cloud!” Aerith screamed out as Cloud continued to sheath and unsheathe his prick in her womanhood – his sensational girth spreading her walls apart, churning along that familiar bundle of nerves. “Fuck, fuck, yes!” The petite brunette's innermost muscles strangled, yanked, and quivered around Cloud's pride in an effort to milk him for all he was worth, as spurts of female ejaculate spat all over the carpet.

Cloud loved that Aerith was a squirter. The sensation, the sight, and the sobs of pure, unashamed pleasure sent him over the precipice at her side. “Fuck, oh my god!” Sweet relief blasted through the wrinkles of his brain, able to only see bright, white fireworks for a split-second, while his reproductive organ shot thick ropes of cream against Aerith's womb. “God, your pussy feels...” Marvelous. Magical. Crafted by the heavens. “...so fucking good.” Eloquence eluded his mouth no matter how his mind tried to conjure the right words to express the elation streaming through his body.

Ever-so gently, Cloud laid Aerith over the length of the couch once his head had slightly recovered from the orgasmic rush, and then comfortably went limp on the dry part of the floor.

“W-W-Wow,” she panted blissfully, lazily stroking her fingers through the erratic, mussed up ends of Cloud's sunny hair. “Those heels gave your hips some extra oomph in those thrusts. It was intense.”

“Are you okay?” Cloud inquired as though he forgot how vehemently she just came, suddenly wrapped in concern.

Aerith nodded down at him, giggling. “Yeah. I was just thinking of making those shoes a part of our normal routine.”