"Oh...Cloud, come on." A husky, intoxicating groan tore forth from the man's lips, through the soundless flat. A soft, panting snicker reverberating against the walls. "Much better."
Fiery cerulean glared into jovial forest, the skin wrinkling at the corners, emulating Reno's smirk. The redhead man inspected the fair-haired male who sat in the plastic chair; a slight flush coloring the man's cheek, as the red head slid to the floor in front of him. The blonde-haired person stared down at the Turks, fretting lightly at his bottom lip in expectation. Then he felt it, which caused him to jump and Reno to let loose a rumble and leveled Cloud with a emotionless stare. Cloud crept back slightly and Reno resumed his ministrations, drawing in a quavering breath. All at once, Cloud felt Reno's heat leave him as the Turk stood; dragging a scrawny hand through his flame red hair.
"See it wasn't that bad was it?"
Cloud humphed, eyeing his bandaged knee. No. His head cocked sideways reminding the Turk of a raven-haired SOLIDER. Cloud inspected Reno's nursing skills, which happened to be nearly the best the man had ever seen. I guess not. Cloud regarded Reno, scowling at the red head's 'I-told-you-so' expression. So damn cocksure.
"Maybe next time you'll know when to quit Strife." Reno drawled, winking at the man in the chair.
Cloud grinned as he stood, "Could be better, but it'll have to do for the time being." With that, the blond man sauntered out of the room, gathering up a red and white tennis racket on the way. Reno gawked. Why that little…that little, tart!
"Hey!" Reno bellowed, rushing after Cloud, tennis racket in hand, "We aren't finished! Loser buys lunch."