[Wriothesley is smooth in the way that he gets to his knees, a fluid motion as he places his hands on her knees to spread her legs open and slot himself between them. Aerith was lithe and slender compared to the bulkier frame of the boxer, but here he was on his knees for her.]

It isn't generosity, sweetheart. This is earned, so it's your reward. I would not give unless I didn't feel you deserved what I give you...

[Wriothesley is nothing less than thorough though. He starts to press kisses up her leg, inching closer and closer until he's pushing her skirt up as he presses kisses passed her knee and closer to her inner thighs.]