Re: Thin Line (Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Aerith, thin line between fascination and obsession)2/2
Aerith smiled to herself as he helped her stand, and then to dress. Her hair had fallen out of the pink ribbon—or maybe he had pulled the tie deliberately—tumbling in messy curls down her back and one shoulder. They both stared at the pink strip, fallen over his leather coat, contrasting with the black leather, but he made no move to pick it up.
Closing her eyes, Aerith shivered at the touch of his lips on hers. She brushed her fingers softly across his jaw before he pulled away and reached for his coat, ignoring the scrap of pink as it drifted sadly to the dirty floor.
“I will return tomorrow,” he murmured.
You will return every single day if you can, she thought with a small smile as she nodded. Because they both had an admiration and dependency for each other that bordered on unhealthy. Not that it really mattered to either of them.