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[mistsplitter]

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[sultanofsquat]

[ Kisses, tea, more kisses, the unspoken promise of being able to hold her and caress her in a way that sends that shiver down her spine. Cloud was already beginning to lose track of the order of things, and all they had were tea and kisses to handle. This wasn't good. Everything was blending and melding together...and yet the one piece of clarity that's held fast and true was Ayaka. The constant. The center of everything to him. Tonight? Even more.

Even if the clock were to strike past midnight, he would still start the waking minutes of a new day loving her. Just like he told her he was so lucky to do.

In one fleeting moment, Mochi falls away into obscurity in his thoughts when Ayaka's hand slides up his chest, urging a softened sigh from his lips. There's no tremble, only warmth that tempts upon heat just from one caress alone. He can feel it— he can imagine it. His pec beneath her slender touch tenses, and his hand slips away from hers just in time so she can wrap her arms around him. Oh, of the same mind indeed... His shirt almost starts feeling itchy knowing that she was only a layer away from him. Just as the feeling of his strong, large hand was so far away over the layers of her own outfit. How the weight of his hand splaying along the small of her back could be even better if he was touching her skin directly.

She doesn't pull away this time...and he's okay with that. He's okay with chasing her, his lips parting and the first soft yet heated breath leaving him as he's about to take and taste— ]