Final Fantasy VII Aerith/Any “blossoming or dancing where / The body is not bruised to pleasure s
She kisses softly in a circle around Yuffie’s bruised side, flicks her tongue across tanned skinned. Her mouth accompanies the gentle touch of healing magic, soothing even as the scrape of teeth on flesh excites. Her fingers trail slowly around the teenager’s clit, deliberately not touching; Tifa’s hand is beneath her own, fingers following the same pattern of avoidance. The younger woman’s mouth covers Yuffie’s, quieting already soft cries.
The grass beneath them tickles skin, the air is cool, promising rain. They waste the afternoon together and let Cloud believe they’re late because it takes girls longer to fight monsters.