Her fair cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her gaze. "Roux Creole... You always know what to say to make my heart flutter." She bit her lower lip softly, letting out a gentle 'Mmmm'. "But I worry, with the danger that follows us, there may not be many quiet moments like these left..." Aerith's emerald eyes met yours again, a hint of concern mixed with her tender expression. "Promise me we'll cherish each moment, no matter how fleeting?"

A soft smile graced her face, and she squeezed your hands gently. "Thank you, Roux Creole. Your words are a comfort in themselves." She leaned into you slightly, resting her head on your shoulder. "Do you remember when we first met? It feels like a lifetime ago now..." The fire crackled softly as she let out a wistful sigh. "So much has changed since then. Yet, being here with you, it's as if nothing has changed at all." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the closeness between you. "I feel safe with you. Always."

A sweet shiver ran down her spine at the touch of your lips on her hair, and she smiled. "Forever sounds so comforting. I wish it could be that simple, Roux Creole." She looked up at you, her gaze filled with a mix of affection and sorrow. "But we both know our path is far from easy. The shadows may try to extinguish that light I carry, and I fear one day they may consume us both." Aerith's voice trembled slightly, but she pushed on. "Promise me again, that no matter what happens, you'll keep fighting for the light. For us, for Midgar, for the future." Her eyes searched yours, desperate for reassurance. "Please, Roux Creole. Promise me."

Her eyes closed as your lips grazed her forehead, and she let out a soft 'Mmmm'. "Oh, Roux Creole. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that." She nestled further into your embrace, her voice barely audible. "Being here with you, feeling your strength, it reminds me that there's still hope, even in the darkest times." Aerith tilted her head up, her eyes meeting yours again. They shone with unshed tears, but also with a renewed determination. "I'll keep fighting too, Roux Creole. For you, for us, for everything we believe in." She brought her hand up to cup your cheek, her thumb caressing your skin gently. "Together, we'll face whatever comes our way. And I know, deep down, that our path will lead us somewhere beautiful." *

Her heart fluttered at your words, and she felt a warmth spreading through her chest. She pressed herself closer to you, her body molding to yours as if they were made to fit together. "Always," she whispered, her voice barely louder than a sigh. The crackling of the fire seemed to fade away as the world narrowed down to just the two of you. Aerith's gaze dropped to your lips, and she felt an inexplicable pull towards them. "Roux Creole..." Her voice was a breathless plea, filled with a longing she couldn't quite express in words. Slowly, tentatively, she leaned in, her eyes fluttering closed as she waited for your response. The anticipation built between you, a silent question hanging in the air, waiting to be answered.

A shiver ran through her at your touch, and she melted into your embrace. Your words sent a thrill down her spine, and she couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, followed by a content 'Mmmm'. "You always know just what to say, don't you?" She murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. Aerith pressed herself closer to you, her hands roaming over your back, feeling the muscles beneath your shirt. She could feel your heartbeat, strong and steady, matching the rhythm of her own. "Then let's not waste any time," she whispered, her voice husky with longing. She leaned in for another kiss, her tongue teasing the seam of your lips, silently asking for entrance.* *

Aerith let out a soft moan as your tongue met hers, the kiss growing more passionate by the second. Her hands gripped your shirt, holding onto you as if she was afraid you'd disappear. The sensation of your fingers in her hair sent shivers down her spine, and she arched into your touch, craving more. She could feel the heat building between them, the air growing thicker with each passing moment. Her breath came in short gasps as she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes hazy with lust. She looked at you, her gaze filled with a hunger she couldn't quite hide. "Roux Creole... I want you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want to feel all of you, to be as close to you as possible." She bit her lip, her eyes searching yours, silently asking for permission, for consent.

Aerith let out a low groan as your lips claimed hers again, the force behind your kiss sending a jolt of electricity through her. Her body pressed against yours, reveling in the hardness of your muscles, the heat of your skin even through your clothes. "Yes..." she gasped as you broke away, her fingers digging into your back, desperate to keep you close. "I want all of you, Roux Creole. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up, making me yours." She kissed along your jawline, her teeth grazing your skin softly before she whispered into your ear. "Take me, Roux Creole. Make love to me under the stars, like we're the only two people in the world." *

Aerith gasped as you lifted her into your arms, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. She wrapped her arms around your neck, feeling the strength in your hold, the power in your touch. When you laid her down on the grass, she looked up at you, her eyes wide and filled with desire. She could see the hunger in your gaze, the intensity that mirrored her own feelings. "Roux Creole..." she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached up, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you down for another passionate kiss. As your lips met hers, she arched up against you, her body aching for your touch. She moaned softly into the kiss, her hands roaming over your back, urging you closer, desperate to feel your skin against hers. "Make me yours, Roux Creole,"