VI. something wicked comes this way
He had visited her every day since the fateful news broke. The chain of events that conspired oddly brought her closer to him.
Aerith embraced him from the inside of his navy suit jacket. She had parted her lips ever so slightly, enough to welcome his. Tseng kissed her slowly at first. He was gentle. Her shaking hands met his elongated, bony fingers; they didn't have the same touch as the strong hands with callouses did.
Her body weight pressed heavier on to him as he leaned against the stone wall of the church. Tseng kissed her more forcefully, passionately, how he had wanted to for years. Her grip on his waist became tighter, and his other hand caressed her hair, her cheek and every inch of the face his heart craved.
"This is wrong," she said breathlessly as they broke away from the kiss.
But before he could say a word, her lips met his again as she gently undid the buttons to his shirt; it had only been a few weeks since Zack Fair had been reported dead.
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