[ By all means Roche should be infuriated by the weight behind the hands on his shoulder. Infuriated by the sudden realization that he actually... wants to ease off the throttle and coast? Whatever surge of anger (towards himself) that erupts in his heart is smothered just as quickly as it came to life by the kiss, so much that at first all he's able to muster is a quiet, shuddering sigh when they part. Heat, strawberries, smoke, and something distinctly Cloud lingers on his lips, though this time Roche isn't entirely too sure if it's those damned enhanced senses given to him courtesy of SOLDIER or his own infatuation toying with his head. Whatever the cause, he doesn't really care — the only thing that matters is it's downright intoxicating, and it's here and now that he chooses to throw what little remainder of caution he had into the wind.
Cloud may have him "pinned", but it leaves Roche's hands free to wander up the length of his arms starting at the wrist. Up past the elbows, higher and higher... Over one of Cloud's shoulders, and finally he moves to cup one half of his face in his palm. Gentle, like he's something precious and important. ]
I would never. Not like that.
[ Softly, in contrast to what sounded... almost forced to Roche's ears. They could just be playing tricks on him, but... He's never had any reason to doubt his own hearing yet despite the harsh, constant noise he subjected them to throughout his entire life. His thumb sweeps over a cheekbone, and Roche cranes his head to lightly bump the tips of their noses together. ]
And I know you wouldn't, either. In fact... I'd give it freely. You only need to ask, my friend, and if it's within my power to grant then I swear on Phoenix's feathered bosom I'll do my best.
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Cloud may have him "pinned", but it leaves Roche's hands free to wander up the length of his arms starting at the wrist. Up past the elbows, higher and higher... Over one of Cloud's shoulders, and finally he moves to cup one half of his face in his palm. Gentle, like he's something precious and important. ]
I would never. Not like that.
[ Softly, in contrast to what sounded... almost forced to Roche's ears. They could just be playing tricks on him, but... He's never had any reason to doubt his own hearing yet despite the harsh, constant noise he subjected them to throughout his entire life. His thumb sweeps over a cheekbone, and Roche cranes his head to lightly bump the tips of their noses together. ]
And I know you wouldn't, either. In fact... I'd give it freely. You only need to ask, my friend, and if it's within my power to grant then I swear on Phoenix's feathered bosom I'll do my best.