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Your place or mine?

Yours. Though you'll have to send me your address.

[ That much Weiss is sure of. Ruby lives with her, after all. It's not really a place for intimacy unless you want a third person to watch you. Weiss will save Ruby from the embarrassment... plus she's embarrassed, too. ]

Like I said, though. I've never... done it with anyone before, if you know what I mean. You're going to have to be patient.

[ More patient, anyway... She seems to be testing just how far he can wait. It's not on purpose. ]

[ Insert Address & Room No. Here ]

She's...?

[ It doesn't take much to put two and two together on that one. She alluded to it a few nights ago, but there's something about acknowledging it that tempers that bestial side of him. Just a little bit...even if that did little to quell the anticipation his body was feeling at something more promising again so soon. ]

Alright. [ One thing he refused to do, even in the heat of it all, was lose himself again. It'd be an exercise of patience, especially if she was a Cordis giving off pheromones. And with Cloud not resisting it anymore? ] The doors unlocked.

[ Wild as he discovered he was when the moons were hanging high over their heads... There was a part of him that'd forever remain Cloud. ]

Edited 2019-07-25 05:09 (UTC)

Thank you. I'll see you soon.

[ This is the most formal booty call...

Weiss dresses up pretty quickly. She got what she wanted and is eager for it, though she'll most definitely be nervous once she's already with him later on. Right now, she's in a good mood as she slips on one of her tube dresses. It's impossible to wear sleeves with the feathers on her arms. It will either hurt or the fabric will pucker. Then, she puts on a shawl over her shoulders and goes about her merry way.

She only brings herself and her bracelet with her, and she's at Cloud's apartment maybe 15-20 minutes after her last text.

Knock knock. An owl has perched by your front door, Cloud. ]

It's— [ Oh, that was surprisingly high-pitched. Weiss coughs and clears her throat. ] It's me.

[ The second that Weiss sends that last text, Cloud's back is pressed against the wall, his arms falling to his sides as he has to take a deep breath after that. He's under the influence of his Sanguis moon. She's a Cordis. He understands what happens. Cloud's done this before. So why was he excited...and nervous? He exhales, pushing himself away from the wall as he enters his apartment.

He already freshened himself up earlier in the day, so all it took was a splash of water on his face and clapping his cheeks a couple times. He's composed. ...on the outside.

Waiting as he slowly paces around his apartment, the thought comes to him that if she hadn't texted him tonight, he really would have locked the door and squared himself away. There's a piece of him that, deep down, was shyly admitting that he's glad she did. Eventually, Cloud drops to the sofa, leaning forward in his seat. There's a lot weighing on his mind right now as he stops resisting (or rather, denying) his current state. An aggressive temper that only escalates when he ignores his body's wants, be it to satisfy the urge to fight or to surrender himself in someone else's heat and scent.

He has to take care not to let himself get too excited, he tells himself. They both knew what they wanted; and in a way, this felt like closure. It's what Cloud reasons in his head anyway when the knock comes at his door, jostling him out of his thoughts. He lifts his head, somewhat spiky yet soft lupine ears perking up when he hears a voice on the other side. ]

(Okay.)

[ Cloud's nose already picks up on the familiar scent, only exemplified by the moon the huntress has been "blessed" by. But more importantly, it's an indistinguishable pheromone, so subtle behind the door that compels him to his feet. When he crosses the distance and opens up for her, she'd be greeted to the sight of the blond swordsman, left in his plain navy vest and dark pants. His armor, sheathes and extra layers are gone, leaving him about as casual as he can get.

Well, besides the fluffy blond wolf ears atop his head and his claws, now dulled as they were reaching the end of this cycle. ]

Hey.

[ This was the first time he's seen her during her Cordis transformation; so the feathers that run along her arms come as a surprise to him. And her hair... He's felt it before, but it looks so soft, the plumage of down and broader feathers driving his curiosity.

Seeing her in front of him now, the image of that sexy picture she'd sent vivid in his mind's eye, it was becoming harder and harder not to give in. But he quells himself, patiently. He promised her. ]

... wanna come in?

[ About as rhetorical as it gets really. Whenever she does step inside, she'd find his apartment was rather simple in its color scheme. The most vibrant thing in this place were the familiar flowers sitting in a little vase on his table. The same few that he'd given her when his bunch was too many. ]

Edited 2019-07-26 01:35 (UTC)

Yes.

[ Her answer is direct enough and she seems calm and sure as she walks past him and into his apartment. Her heart is beating wildly but even somebody with heightened senses during the Sanguis moon shouldn't be able to hear it. The ringing feels so loud, though, and when she looks at him to try and see if Cloud will be the one to crack first, the trepidation hits her like crazy and she takes a step back away, hands in front of her and fingers joined together. ]

So... [ She looks around, a small smile on her face. It gradually gets wider, because she's not really sure what to do at this point. It was fine when she was behind a screen, but right now... ] I have a purse. A small one. [ She waves it! Just enough to show him. ] Can I put it down somewhere?

[ Awkward. ]

[ Luckily for Weiss? No; no amount of mako enhancements or crimson moonlight could let him hear the way her heart slams away in her chest. There's a moment where Cloud can't help but watch her pass him by, eyes broad when she boldly strides into his apartment. Closing the door behind him and flicking the lock, why did the sound of that one 'click' sound so loud in his ears? His cheeks redden as he swallows that little bump in his throat, turning around to face his feathery partner for tonight.

But when his eyes are cast on her, he can't help but blink and stare. His lips are slightly agape, more watching her with a boyish look on his face. Even when they kissed under the cover of night and a faintly lit path, she didn't come to him like this. The Cordis were supposed to mischievous in nature- and yet the way her fingers tap together, the small little smile of hers growing with each passing, awkward second that leaves him rubbing the back of his neck... ]

... .... .....

[ For some reason, it's the wave of her purse and asking him if she can put it down somewhere that a crack starts to form. Cloud's reserved in nature, gentle but hardly affectionate outside of these moons or moonlacing, but... He's not dense. When Weiss was saying she's never done this before, it's as simple as it sounds. Was she nervous? He knew that despite their desperation and how emotionally charged what he once thought their "last moments" would be, his first time was nerve-wracking. Hell, there's a part of him that's still nervous right now. ]

Sure... [ He lets out a little sigh before a little smile forms, in disbelief at himself more than anything. Just gotta get over the fact that while this was awkward, she was...for a lack of a better word...really...damn...cute right now. ] Table's fine. Or wherever.

Thank you.

[ Weiss takes that as a sign to go further in so she can put her purse on the couch. She'd sit down, really, but with her thoughts on that night they spent out in the open, it's difficult to think of sitting down properly next to him right now. Besides, she was rather direct earlier. She may as well get down to business. ]

Do you want to sit down?

[ So she can sit down on you...

💦💦💦 ]

[ Aaand now she's putting it on the couch. Cloud watches as she walks, finding himself lost in a sense of awe. ~~He's checking her out. Let's be honest.~~ They've already seen each others' more vulnerable side, even without the influence of the Cordis or Sanguis moons shining down on them. Their attraction to one another came to a head the night he stayed for her voice. ...and subsequently, the sound of her voice in his ear as they nearly lost control of themselves during their "game".

So Cloud didn't question or wonder if it was his moon coercing him into what he was feeling right now- what he was seeing right now. Weiss' hair was beautiful, even with the feather-esque transformation it's taken. The tube dress that she's wearing? Reminding him vividly just how nice her legs were. The way the dress gently hugs her curves leaves him filled with a sense of want. He wants her more than ever now. ]

Yeah.

[ Oh Cloud. Whatever was going through that head of yours? It could be the fact his blood was starting to run hot in his veins at the prospect of what they were doing, Sanguis' light stronger than on its own, but as he closes that distance between the two of them, ]

Probably should.

[ Bravado takes hold of him as he resists the temptation to start petting her hair before they can get comfy. Instead, Cloud takes her hand with an assertive little squeeze, guiding her with him as he has a seat on the couch first. Her little purse was taking up one of the three cushions. But hey! That left two available seats for both of them.

But where's the fun in that? Without so much as another word, having a similar thought on his mind, he hasn't let go of her hand as he intends on gently pulling her down with him.

Go ahead, Weiss...

Your perch was waiting.

]

[ There's not much to check out, really. Weiss isn't the most voluptuous of people, but she's attractive in her own way, regardless. The lace in her dress is there, much like how it was like at the cotillion. It seems it's something that she always wears, and like what Cloud has seen, it's even something she wears underneath her normal clothes.

Cloud takes the bait, which means Weiss' plan to finish what they started is going according to plan and according to schedule. Please be noted that nothing about this plan has been well thought of. Weiss is making things up on the fly because while she knows how to flirt, it's not like she's had a lot of experience with it. Let alone an instance or a specific situation like this.

She doesn't mind when Cloud takes her hand in his, and the gentle and friendly flow of Chroma is definitely welcomed. When he sits down, she follows gracefully, as if they're dancing and he's the leader. This time, she sits on his lap with her legs to one side of him, unlike that time she'd straddled him at the park.

A small smile is on her face, this time, not soft, but there's something alluring and enticing about how coy she looks.

Hm, must be Cordis thing. ]

The ears suit you.

[ Cloud wasn't a connoisseur when it came to what made someone desirable. All that he knew was that for what he saw...what he felt? He liked. Sometimes attraction couldn't be explained. But wasn't that one of the best parts? How that feeling was just...indescribable?

There's an inkling in the back of his mind that for all of Weiss' confidence and her feminine wiles, she was just as nervous on the inside as he was. Like he was worried about making sure that he started things off right. That caution and concern ebbs away with each passing second though, and the soft, light weight of the huntress' body in his lap. His arm slips to her waist, hand settled on her hip as he provides support so she doesn't simply fall backwards without holding onto him.

His other hand rests atop her thigh, the subtle glow of mako in his eyes dim as the mood is set. The way that Weiss smiles up at him nearly causes his heart to flip in his chest. She's cute, but it wasn't the same kind of adorable feeling she gave him as she first entered the apartment. The pheromones she gives off as a Cordis make his head swim with maddened lust. It's dizzying... Addicting.

It's taking all of his willpower not to just hungrily kiss her and let those sharpened nails of possessively run along her smooth skin. To mark her as his. It's a thought he has to consciously quell as the Sanguis moon beckons him to take his mate. He knows what she wants... What they want. And as her compliment hits his ears, it's almost like a trigger slowly being pulled in his mind. Heat pools in his gut again with how she's seated in his lap.

But something about this position feels equally intimate to the way she straddled his legs the last time. Cloud can't help himself, his hand strumming along her thigh, up and down as fingertips play along the soft flesh, flirting with the laced bottom of her dress. He leans in without another word at first, and when it seems like he's going to be the one to take the first step and kiss her?

His forehead gently rests against hers, his gaze half-lidded with sheer want. She's testing him so hard right now, but this wouldn't be like last time. Like the way he'd turned into an outright beast. As bold as the two of them were being? He could tell that she wasn't looking for a bestial wolf, ready to mercilessly drive her into the cushions, into the mattress, against the wall, riding atop him, wherever their night took them. Not yet...

They had unfinished business with each other, as Cloud and Weiss. ]

You're okay with this? [ He lightly swallows, his voice like velvet in her ears in how soft it's become. It wasn't the Sanguis wolf asking. This was Cloud, half-lidded gaze steeped in want. ] With me...?

[ Cloud wasn't the most clever with his words in bed, but...he sure as hell can think of what's going through his head right now.

He's going to kiss her.
She's going to kiss him back.
They're going to make out.

...this isn't going to stop at seven minutes. ]

[ Weiss' normal response to something like that would be to tell him that she's insulted that he's even questioning her. Part of her is, to be honest, but the Cordis in her is making her a little more excited than unsure. She's here now. She wouldn't be here if she didn't know what she was doing and what she was getting into.

Granted, the two of them didn't exactly talk about Moonblessings before. Today would be when she'd found out his Moonblessing was Sanguis, and today he found out what was hers. Despite the traits somebody whose personality shifts under the red moon possess, and despite knowing that now, Weiss doesn't feel unsure. Cloud would have done something by now if he truly was feeling territorial and aggressive. ]

I could just leave if you're the one having second thoughts.

[ It's not a direct answer, but she does at least want him to know what her answer is. She isn't leaving until she's gotten what she wants.

After saying that, her eyes fall to where his hand is, just by the edge of her skirt on her thigh. She grins before she cups his hand and brings it upwards, underneath the fabric of her skirt so he can actually touch her skin. ]

[ Any flickering concerns that remain on Cloud's side fades away very quickly- the promise to her at the forefront of his mind. But it's what Weiss says next as the Cordis-blessed woman teases him that manages to evoke the wolf within him. The thought of her leaving when he had her right where he wanted her drives another heated jolt up his spine. With that and the excited grin she wears as her slender hand glides over his hand to slide it further... ]

No. [ A very firm, low yet defiant tone as a rush of excitement courses through his body. ] I've got my answer.

[ And with it, absolutely no hesitation as the hand she's so boldly guided up her skirt starts caressing the inside of her thigh. As the blond squeezes and teases further up, he leans in to catch her lips with a proper kiss this time. That shy blond she'd played a 'game' with was nowhere to be seen as the pulsating feeling of the red moon compels him, her pheromones leaving his head swimming as it takes little time for that kiss to deepen. Has it really only been a few days since they last did this? With all three lunar bodies alit in the night sky, this feeling of claiming her only grew stronger- made him feel like even a few days was too long apart. So he kisses her again. And again... And again His hand continues strumming along her bare skin, moving dangerously closer towards her crotch beneath her skirt with every caress. Just like last time before they had to stop. ]

Edited 2019-08-06 10:46 (UTC)

[ No? Good. Because Weiss actually feels ready. The nervousness she feels isn't because she's doubting her choice. It's because this is all going to be new to her. The nervousness is because it's a first. It's a good kind of anxiety.

And it hits her hard when Cloud kisses her. Far from the gentle yet passionate kisses they've exchanged. He's being aggressive, and for some reason? She likes it. She's wanted for who she is, and that's something that's very, very important. So important that it makes her melt by his touch.

Her legs feel like jelly, as do her arms, and she can't do anything but seek for help by resting a hand on his chest. Cloud is here and if she falls, he'll catch her.

The fire in her is quick to be ignited though. The kisses only stay one sided for long, because while the ringing in her ears from her heartbeat is too loud, she wants to return the favour, wants to intensify the heat she feels. So she kisses back again and again and again. Her legs finally work and she shifts to spread them a little. If he wants to touch her, he's more than free to. They're continuing where they left off, after all.

One thing Weiss didn't do then when they were at the party was run her hand through his hair though. She doesn't seem to care if it will ruin how he keeps it up, but she's touching his hair, combing through it once before resting a hand by the side of his head. Her other hand is on his shoulder now to keep her in place, and she's more than enthusiastic to keep kissing him because not only does she need this kind of contact, but it's also something she secretly finds to be so enjoyable. ]

[ The touch of her hand upon his chest makes him feel so warm, even over the layer of his vest. But if Cloud wasn't careful, he'd let that turn into a burning sensation and a need to get rid of said layers. With time, he tells himself. With patience. Feverish though this pace was becoming, this connection is one steeped in something deeper than something the moons called of them. So when Weiss accepts this newfound level of affection and returns the fervor of his kisses, he lets out a soft sigh complimented by a content hum.

Cloud's a terrible liar to begin with, but the truth was in the way that he looked at her. The way that he touched and kissed her tonight. It was something that the blond probably would have never discovered about himself if it wasn't for this planet... He realizes now that it's not just the shift in their nature that these moons instill in those chosen; it amplifies what's already there, buried deep down for so long before being pulled to the surface.

And it all rides off the back of one question- the answer evading him every night he stares up at his ceiling.

Why did Cloud choose to kiss Weiss that night?

It wasn't just for the sake of getting them out of those chains. He wouldn't do this with just anyone. He does want her. He wants to feel her smaller hands along his skin. He wants to keep kissing her, touching her, caressing her and exploring her body. But on a more raw level- here and now? Cloud wanted to hear more of her cute mewls.

And listen to them become debauched cries as he picks up where he left off that night, his hand sliding further until his fingers are caressing at the crotch of her panties. The rhythm of his fingers against her dampening core is much more assertive than last time, stroking her as a deep moan rumbles in the back of his throat with her mouth locked on his. He revels in the way Weiss' fingers comb through his soft yet spiky hair, the other perched on his shoulder to steady herself.

The amount of Chroma that he feels flowing through him is almost dizzying, and they haven't even gotten truly started yet. Eventually, Cloud needs to break off from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes fogged with desire before her name falls off his lips with a soft timbre. ]

Weiss...

[ Eventually his fingers shift beneath her skirt, rubbing against her clothed clit as her panties add more to the tantalizing friction. ]

[ The mewls Weiss makes out of the pleasure she receives isn't something she holds back. She'll be embarrassed about it later, but right now when her head is swimming in want, she doesn't seem to notice that the volume of the sounds she's been making has gotten a little louder. Still soft, because these noises are exclusively for Cloud, but they're definitely not at whisper level anymore.

Her hold on him grows a little tighter. Her hand bunches up his vest—what she can of it, anyway—while the other trails downwards. They were going to continue where they left off. They'd completely fast forwarded, or at least, Cloud has, and Weiss is trying to match his pace. As such, her other hand moves to his crotch. Admittedly, the positioning is a little awkward, but she reaches for where his cock might be through his pants, anyway. As much as she wants to feel him in her—whether it's his fingers or something else—she also wants to feel him and touch him. ]

[ The moment that Cloud clicked the lock on his door, worries about volume went out the window. Though a lot of it could be attributed to his moon's influence. Her pheromones practically made him feel drunk. And while she gave off heat and want, it's a level of attraction that borders on bestial as the two work against each other. Cloud wants to go faster, as if making up for the time they lost cutting their 'game' short.

It's her voice in his ears as he continues to caress and feel her wetness on his fingers that nearly has him going mad. But that's when Weiss reaches between his legs, settling in his lap and over his own arousal. That growing, hardening length responds to her touch as he bites back another sigh. He tenses, finding it hard to do anything in this position without having them switch.

'Slow down' his mind tells him, hand resting against her crotch as it dawns on him. This is exactly where they'd left off before.

"Do you want to..."

Leave the party? ]

.....

[ Yes he did. And as he leans in and kisses her again, he's ready for a new one. Cloud is slower, yet always advancing as he presses more of his weight against her. He guides her down on the sofa, the other hand not between her legs sliding up the back of her dress for support. Though in this new position it's a little hard to keep rubbing her like this (they'd need a bed for that), he's more then content with gently pressing down on top of her, his hips slowly grinding between Weiss' legs as he deepens the kiss with a heated sigh.

The hand that was once between her legs runs along the back of her thigh, squeezing as the other brushes along the side of her head, through the soft plumage of her hair. This was fine... He could take things slow as long as he didn't stop. And he gently moans again, this time due to his hips rolling against hers, pressing that firm hardness against her with a growing need. ]

[ It's with bright blue eyes that Weiss looks at Cloud once she's lowered onto the couch. The angle is most certainly different from what they've done before, but it's more than welcome. When she feels him against her as he moves his hips, she finds that the situation is far too hot that she's lost on it.

She says his name once, whispering it into the air, as she rolls her hips in time with his movements to create more friction. While she's not quite sure what to do with her hands, so she reaches for what she can get. In this case, it's Cloud's backside, but with her short limbs, she's only able to reach until his pockets. At least she slips her hands in, touching what she can and pushing him down against her as much as she can. ]

Ngh—

[ Weiss' hands slipping into his pockets like that, touching lightly against his backside while she pushes him harder against her, earns a little grunt out of the blond. As Cloud starts grinding against her, rolling his hips in a slow rhythm not unlike something far more promising, it becomes clearer with each pass that they couldn't keep at this for long. Not without losing more layers of clothing.

There's a part of him that's tempted to lift the two of them off the couch and take her into the bedroom, strip down and get right to the main event. The thought of that and touching what he could only feel over her clothes thrills him. Weiss hasn't given him any signs that he needed to slow down or be patient... It's something he continues to tell himself. ]

Mm. [ Cloud's lips part from hers, the hand that was once caressing the side of her face dipping down as leans into her ear, ] Like that...

[ He beckons her to stay where she is. This was her first time, and while he wasn't an expert, he was also eager and excited. As long as Weiss belongs to him tonight, and Cloud to her, he wants to do his best to make her feel good. His breath runs hot against the shell of her ear, teeth gently nipping at her lobe before peppering her jawline with kisses. His hand rubs her breast, affectionately squeezing the soft mound over her dress while his kisses descend to her neck, open mouthed, teeth threatening to scrape with a low growl of sheer want. It takes all of his willpower not to just give her a love bite and suck where he marks her. ]

[ Cloud doesn't have to slow down. Weiss came here for a reason, and it seems what she wants is what he wants, too. It's fine, but Weiss isn't one to show, but tell. If Cloud is looking for any hints that Weiss is fine with what's going on and that he can continue? He's not going to get it, but she will at least say what she wants. ]

Cloud, can you reach for the back of my dress?

[ She can't exactly reach right now when her hands are in his pockets. She asks that softly with a hint of mischievousness. She's trying to sound flirty, but she's pretty bad at it. Yang's a lot better at sweet talk. But, hey. She was blunt. He should get the message. ]

Hm? Yeah, hang on.

[ It's all the confirmation he needs as he draws back from kissing her neck. The hand that was trailing her thigh works to do exactly that, slipping between her and the cushion to seek the back of her dress. His fingertips brush over the top, finding the thin zipper between the grooves that hide the teeth. Giving a tug, he draws it down as far as it can go until her dress is nice and loose. ]

Hey... [ Weiss doesn't need to be good at sounding flirty to hook him. Whether it's the influence of Sanguis or her Cordis pheromones working their magic, her bluntness was appreciated. So he decides to repay her in kind with some honesty of his own. The couch was soft, but at this rate he'd just wind up getting impatient with trying to get this off her - not to mention his own shirt and pants. The latter of which was getting a little too tight for his liking. ]

Let's go the bedroom.

[ There's not much that holds her dress on her body beyond the zipper. It's form fitting at the torso for a reason - to keep it in place, so once it's loose, she tries not to get up. Especially when Cloud says he wants to move. Instead of moving to get up, she hooks her legs around him, then moves her arms so that she's hugging him. ]

You'll carry me though, won't you?

[ Either this way, while she's being a koala, or he'll princess carry her. Regardless, it doesn't look like she has any plans of walking to his room herself. It's always been romantic and sexy when the other person would carry their partner to the bedroom... or to the wall—ideally the bedroom, really. ]

[ The smallest lull makes Weiss hugging him the way that she did hit harder than he thought it would, eyes widening while she hooks her legs around him. But it's Weiss' voice in his ear as she asks to be carried that has his heart bumping harder in his chest. She made it really difficult to say no. Not that he ever wanted to in the first place. ]

Got it.

[ By the time the two of them get off the couch, the dress loosely hanging from her, Weiss would indeed find herself secure in his arms. Princess carry it is! There's a momentary pause as Cloud looks down to the Cordis-blessed huntress, gently huffing with a shy smile. He certainly wasn't complaining; to think that almost a month ago, they were fighting each other... There's no time to waste, the blond muses as he carries her into the bedroom. As nice as it was holding her in his arms like this (even tempted to kiss her again), they both wanted far more. There was no stopping this time. She's light in his arms, so it's easy for him to gently lower the two of them down. They hit the mattress, now having much more room to move. Evening the playing field, Cloud pulls the zipper down on his vest before shrugging the material off his shoulders, leaving him topless. Sculpted by countless battles, his body is built lean yet thoroughly solid, on full display for her. But there's still her dress, already falling off her by this point as he starts pulling it down and helping her out of it. ]

[ Weiss slips out of her dress fairly easily, as if it was made to be taken off her. Of course, it fits her perfectly as well, like it was made to be on her. It can be taken both ways, definitely, but at this moment, Weiss doesn't really want to think about technicalities.

She looks at him once he removes his vest, and there's a brief moment where she checks him out because it's not like she has a lot of exposure when it comes to men's bodies. It definitely doesn't look bad. Then, she remembers that she has a scar the right side of her body. It's there at her front, from beneath her breast that's about three inches long. If Cloud manages to look at her back, he'll find that there's a mark there, too.

Her hand moves to cover it. She's not ashamed of the rest of her body, but... this one. . . it raises questions. ]

It's probably better not to ask, [ she says softly as she looks away. Her free hand moves her hair to her right side so it could cover it up. ]

[ When he realizes her eyes are lingering on him, his own appreciative gaze flickers, cheeks darkening. Having not thought much of his own body, Cloud only thought that way he pushed himself was to be expected. So having someone look at him the way she did was something he wasn't used to. It wasn't like he wasn't taking her in either. Like there's an unspoken build-up between them that was waiting to burst now that they were here.

His eyes roam before stopping at her chest. One wouldn't have put it past him to be checking her out, but the hunger he feels prickling under his skin sobers at what his gaze is drawn to. Brow lifting, he's seen enough scars (both on him and others) to recognize what's beneath Weiss' breast. Though he doesn't see the mark that comes out the back, a weight settles in his chest anyway, the edges of the expression touched with concern. He wants to ask, yet at the same time, it brings back memories of others who endured ~~and succumbed~~ to this very pain.

It makes his own heart hurt a little knowing something happened to her, even if he didn't fully understand.

"It's probably better not to ask," ]

...

[ As Weiss' hand moves her hair over to cover the scar, she would suddenly find Cloud's hand atop of hers. With her hand clasped in his and lowered to the mattress, his other hand rests against the side of her cheek, gently returning her gaze to his. He's not looking at the scar under her chest. He wouldn't ask. To be honest, he wouldn't even know what to say. But he doesn't want to — with such raw emotion in his eyes that speak volumes over what words could ever accomplish.

Silently telling her it's okay, his hand lowering from her face as he softly kisses her again. ]

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