( It takes a moment for her brain to kick into gear, a moment to stop her legs from trembling. It's enough time for Noctis to sort his trousers out so they can walk over without being too obvious, and Serah smooths her skirt down when she stands up, the wetness between her thighs sticky against the skin, another reminder alongside the warmth, the flush of her skin and the way each brush of clothing tickles sensitive nerves.
They make it to the hut quickly enough, and the choice of building is a good one, with benches and tables still outside, a wall partitioning the al fresco area from the rest of the park. Plenty of places to avoid being seen, and moreso when she notices that the door leading inside is unlocked. )
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They make it to the hut quickly enough, and the choice of building is a good one, with benches and tables still outside, a wall partitioning the al fresco area from the rest of the park. Plenty of places to avoid being seen, and moreso when she notices that the door leading inside is unlocked. )
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