Sephiroth slapped a towel over his shoulder, inspected himself in the bathroom mirror and turned to leave. He ended up stalled in the doorway instead, leaning against one side and admiring the view.
Aeris had her back to him, which suited Sephiroth just fine. She had bought a new bathing suit, cherry red and technically a one-piece, which might have been a pity. But the middle of the thing was alternatingly sheer and nothingness, held together by swirling strips of spandex in a fitting floral pattern. She was going to have the most interesting tan lines.
She was working the sunblock into her skin, arms first in long vigorous strokes that just missed her bare shoulders. She would need help for those, and her back, and she always forgot the spot just above the nape of her neck that would get the full brunt of the sun when her hair slid over her bare silken shoulders as she leaned forward in the sand.
“Better put your sunscreen on in here,” she said, never turning. “The sun’s killing out there.”
“In a minute,” Sephiroth said, thanking Gaia his swim trunks were baggy as Aeris bent over to work on her legs. He strode over and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back against him.
“Seph,” Aeris squealed.
“You missed a spot,” he said, slapping her on the rump.
Aeris scoffed. “Oh, no, I didn’t,” she said, backing up into him in just the right way. “No missing that, Mister.” She straightened, giving him a face full of ponytail and the full body contact to make it worth the while. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hooked his chin over one of those perfect shoulders.
“Know what I’m thinking?” he said, admiring their intertwined reflection in the mirror.
“That you’re going to help me with the rest of my sunscreen?”
Sephiroth grinned and rolled his hips. “I was thinking-“
“Get a room, you two,” Ella hollered, passing by the open door.
Sephiroth tightened his grip around Aeris so she could not move away. Bad as the sight of parents bumping and grinding might be for the kid, he was pretty sure a good look at his boner would be worse. "This is a room," he hollered back.
“Then shut the door. Gaia dammit.” Ella's footsteps hurried down the stairs.
“Language, young lady,” Sephiroth called after her, though she was probably well out of earshot. “Hmph. Kids. Where do they think they came from?”
“The white chocobo brought them, of course,” Aeris said, turning in Sephiroth’s arms. “Ready?”
“To make another kid? Sure.”
“Seph,” Aeris pried one of his hands from her hips. “If we don’t get to the beach soon all the good spots will be taken.”
“I’m hurt,” Sephiroth said. “You don’t want to make any little silver-headed babies with me?”
“We have three.”
“So? The Planet wants more, doesn’t it?” He leaned down, nipping at her jaw.
“The Planet wants a lot of things,” Aeris said, leaning in to the attention. “I’m at my limit.”
“Hmmm.” Sephiroth let his arms fall so Aeris could walk free. She didn’t. “We can still try, right?”
Aeris did walk away then, rolling her eyes at him. “We ‘tried’ this morning. Now come on, before the boys cause a ruckus downstairs.”
“Okay,” Sephiroth said, reaching for the sunblock and the keys. When he turned around Aeris was looking back at him with a hint of speculation in her eyes. “What?”
“We can ‘try’ again after the beach, if you like,” she said, turning with a smile full of promise. Sephiroth followed behind with a smile of his own. He did want to see those tan lines.