Growing slightly more sober as time ticks by and the afterglow haze begins to dim, even Nero becomes aware of this tenuous, ephemeral moment. It is a soap bubble, just waiting for something to piece it abruptly or for air tension to simply win out and pop of it's own accord.

Being greedy, he takes advantage-- throwing his arms around Cid's neck to pull him in for soft, slow kisses. Let him get these last things before their spell breaks, let him luxuriate in these moments where Cid isn't frustrated with him, where he bolts before their feelings become a problem.