Title: Dictionary

Author: Enide Dear

Pairing: RenoxRufus plus voyeur Tseng

Rating: SMEX! And drabble.

Summary: Rufus needs some words explained…but maybe he could have chosen a better time to call Tseng?

Dedicated to::iconxxrosi-chanxx: and :iconIamasuperstar: for being runners up at my 10 000 kiriban! The prompt was RenoxRufus and the word 'queerbait'

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"Tseng…" The voice at the other end of the phone was slightly out of breath, but none the less recognizable as Rufus ShinRa. "Do you have a moment?"

"Of course, sir. What can I do for you?"

"I was….ungh…going through these Annual Evaluation Reports about the Turks…oh, Gaia….that you sent to me?"

"Yes, I apologize for not being able to do the salary discussions myself this year, but I'm currently unable to leave this mission at North Carol. Um. Are you alright, sir?" Tseng asked carefully. His boss sounded a bit out of breath.

"Oh…yes. Quite…alright." There were some panting. "It was just…you know, Reno's evaluation report. Gnh! I didn't quite understand all the words and phrases."

"I see, sir. There's a special vocabulary in the Turks'. What words did you have problems with?"

"Uuuhhh…Ah, that hurt, you bastard! Mmmm….much better….Sorry, Tseng, what were you saying?"

"Words, sir. Which words didn't you understand?"

"Right, tight….I meant right. Right. Let's see…'pyrotechnical expert'."

"Means he's good at blowing things up, sir."

"Yeah, I've noticed…um. 'highly skilled at illegal apprehension of valuables.'"

"He's a good thief, sir. Always gets his hands on the jewels, as it is."

Tseng's eyebrows shot up at the sound from the other end of the phone. Was that giggling? Rufus ShinRa didn't giggle.

"Well, I guess he's proven*that* to be true…yeeess…hard….harder…" The last word was almost a moan.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Uuhhh….not you, Tseng, I just…never mind…mmph!"

Tseng felt a headache coming on. *Reno, you little bastard! You could at least have waited until I got back…"

"Ahhh….I guess that only leaves….oh, yess, fuck, Reno … one more word then…'queerbait', what the Hell is that?"

Tseng rubbed his temples with his free hand, slightly disturbed to notice that his palm was sweaty.

"I'd say you pretty much figured that one out yourself, sir….."