( Gifts are nice and everything, but they can be lost, broken, forgotten. It's harder to lose the time spent together, the experiences of hours talking and laughing, of cuddles and kisses and wandering hands in places they should be behaving more properly. That ever-present thread of desire which wraps around the two of them, the one which has Serah choosing to go shopping with Noctis more often than her friends simply for moments like this in far smaller changing rooms than this one (they have their own intimate charms, where they have to sneak in and end up nearly on top of each other before their clothes are even off), has her leaning closer, her lips brushing the corner of his as she smiles. )
I'm wearing it now.
( She may be all those things - sweet, patient and easy-going - but there's a mischievous streak of her own there, which leads to softly whispered words and the smile on her face as her fingers trail the stitching on his shirt down to the waistband of his trousers. There's more space in this one room than several changing cubicles, but they're entwined together with barely enough space between their bodies for Noctis to see her soon-to-be-bought set any more.
But you need to be pressed together to kiss properly, Serah thinks, as her teeth tug on his lower lip insistently. )
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I'm wearing it now.
( She may be all those things - sweet, patient and easy-going - but there's a mischievous streak of her own there, which leads to softly whispered words and the smile on her face as her fingers trail the stitching on his shirt down to the waistband of his trousers. There's more space in this one room than several changing cubicles, but they're entwined together with barely enough space between their bodies for Noctis to see her soon-to-be-bought set any more.
But you need to be pressed together to kiss properly, Serah thinks, as her teeth tug on his lower lip insistently. )