[A low laugh as his hands run up her sides, pushing up his shirt on her.]
Let's get to practicing.
[And just before his lips fully take hers, there is a soft light in his eyes, a tenderness behind that smirk, that smile. One that only grows as they finally are able to convey the depths of their feelings where words cannot.
While things may start tender and affectionate, once again, they will be caught in a passionate union fueled by the torrent of emotions that continue to embroil them. Each touch, kiss, and bite carry that desperate heated fervor they share, and each breath, moan, sigh, and cry plead for it to never end. He had thought what had passed during the hot springs would be their most intense yet, but no—it would be this. Because here, now, the truth has finally been revealed to them. A sad, devastating truth that makes them only more desperate to make up for it. To make up for the time unfairly stolen from them.
And maybe they will never be able to make up for it. Maybe they will never get that time back. Maybe they will always grieve over what could have been, always long for a life that should have been theirs. But if there is one thing Cid has learned in his long if cut too short life, it's that while one can grieve, one cannot stay in that grief. That he has to move forward and grasp what future there is left before even that is lost forever.
So that is the new, silent vow he makes as he holds her tight beneath him, a promise that dangles from her neck as he supports her above him, an oath sealed between each crash of their lips and rock of their hips. Whatever lingering soreness or ache from his wound is numbed by the one that erupts from his heart as everything flows out anew along with the dizzying overwhelming pleasure they grant each other, that bliss that could take them at least momentarily away from the depths of that pain.
A vow that whatever happens, he won't let them be shackled to their past no longer. It will never be forgotten, but it will just be shadow that they will continue to walk further and further away from, stretch it out until it's but a speck and the brilliant light of their future casts new shadows that fold it up and cradle it to carry along instead. To let that shadow finally heal and rest and have its own peace.
And it will be during one of their many heights, when she's still lost soaring high and has yet to come back down that he will pull back just enough to stare into her clouded, reddened amber eyes, her faced flushed and skin glistening, lips so red and bruised as they part for each cry and gasping breath. And yet, it is the loveliest most beautiful sight, especially when he can feel the difference between tonight and all their other shared nights. A night where their hearts have finally, truly connected and not fearing it will run away and never look back.
So while he doesn't need to—]
Benna.
[—he feels compelled to.]
I love you.
[Compelled to once more make it clear of what he thinks, what he feels for her. What he's always felt, no matter how small it had faded, no matter how torn up and covered by that veneer of anger and hate that has now faded into dust. And he doesn't even expect her to say it back—he's noticed how she's faltered in the past, how he could guess then and especially now. He would truly be a blind fool to not notice.
So where she can't, he'll do it for them. Say it over and over and over again. Until she's finally ready.]
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[A low laugh as his hands run up her sides, pushing up his shirt on her.]
Let's get to practicing.
[And just before his lips fully take hers, there is a soft light in his eyes, a tenderness behind that smirk, that smile. One that only grows as they finally are able to convey the depths of their feelings where words cannot.
While things may start tender and affectionate, once again, they will be caught in a passionate union fueled by the torrent of emotions that continue to embroil them. Each touch, kiss, and bite carry that desperate heated fervor they share, and each breath, moan, sigh, and cry plead for it to never end. He had thought what had passed during the hot springs would be their most intense yet, but no—it would be this. Because here, now, the truth has finally been revealed to them. A sad, devastating truth that makes them only more desperate to make up for it. To make up for the time unfairly stolen from them.
And maybe they will never be able to make up for it. Maybe they will never get that time back. Maybe they will always grieve over what could have been, always long for a life that should have been theirs. But if there is one thing Cid has learned in his long if cut too short life, it's that while one can grieve, one cannot stay in that grief. That he has to move forward and grasp what future there is left before even that is lost forever.
So that is the new, silent vow he makes as he holds her tight beneath him, a promise that dangles from her neck as he supports her above him, an oath sealed between each crash of their lips and rock of their hips. Whatever lingering soreness or ache from his wound is numbed by the one that erupts from his heart as everything flows out anew along with the dizzying overwhelming pleasure they grant each other, that bliss that could take them at least momentarily away from the depths of that pain.
A vow that whatever happens, he won't let them be shackled to their past no longer. It will never be forgotten, but it will just be shadow that they will continue to walk further and further away from, stretch it out until it's but a speck and the brilliant light of their future casts new shadows that fold it up and cradle it to carry along instead. To let that shadow finally heal and rest and have its own peace.
And it will be during one of their many heights, when she's still lost soaring high and has yet to come back down that he will pull back just enough to stare into her clouded, reddened amber eyes, her faced flushed and skin glistening, lips so red and bruised as they part for each cry and gasping breath. And yet, it is the loveliest most beautiful sight, especially when he can feel the difference between tonight and all their other shared nights. A night where their hearts have finally, truly connected and not fearing it will run away and never look back.
So while he doesn't need to—]
Benna.
[—he feels compelled to.]
I love you.
[Compelled to once more make it clear of what he thinks, what he feels for her. What he's always felt, no matter how small it had faded, no matter how torn up and covered by that veneer of anger and hate that has now faded into dust. And he doesn't even expect her to say it back—he's noticed how she's faltered in the past, how he could guess then and especially now. He would truly be a blind fool to not notice.
So where she can't, he'll do it for them. Say it over and over and over again. Until she's finally ready.]