Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and its compilation are the creations of Square Enix, not mine.
Summary: "I saw you looking at the dress first."
Warning: Cross-dressing
Author's notes: Fic #10 for Livejournal community Ficlets on Demand's Fic a Day June Challenge '08. Request: Dressing up by ghostwhisper. This happened because I read somewhere that Cloud has a purple satin dress to lend to Vincent. It was too good to pass up ;p
Because The Joke Never Gets Old
by monitor screen
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"Tell me again," Cloud pulled slightly away from sucking his lover's throat, "why are we doing this?"
Vincent took the opportunity to capture his mouth instead."... Because you like it?" His hands shifted on Cloud's waist, claws keeping off so as not to tear the delicate fabric.
The shiny, smooth, purple SATIN.
"I so do not! Why would I..." The protest drained into a moan, as Vincent rocked their bodies together, nibbling on his collarbone just so.
A long while of kissing and touching later, "Don't tell me you're not enjoying yourself."
Cloud could feel a blush creeping on. "Well... Maybe this is a little nice. A little!" He proceeded to swipe away the other's smirk. With his tongue. "But it's so not my idea."
"I saw you looking at the dress first."
"And I was just looking! It wasn't like I was trying it on or something." Vincent's hand had - Cloud distractedly noted - slipped under the skirt when he was busy elsewhere. And it was doing something that made it really difficult to stay indignant. It's not fair.
"I think you would have, if you're sure the shopkeeper wouldn't look at you funny." Vincent, Cloud decided, was having entirely too much fun over this. He sat up on his lover's body, trying to get better leverage. The full skirt pooled around him, covering most of Vincent's torso. The hand underneath was trailing sensually from his left knee up.
He shifted again, trying to dislodge the buzz enough to give a retort - only to realise that he had none. "... So anyway, how'd you come by this thing? In my size, too."
"Oh? I bought it, of course." The hand was now at his hip, tracing mystic patterns that made him bit back exclamations.
Cloud - subtly - cleared his throat. "... And people didn't ask questions?"
"I have all your measurements." To demonstrate his point, Vincent patted Cloud's bottom. "The seamstress thinks I'm sweet, really."
Cloud leaned down to peck his lover's lips, "Yah, you're so sweet." And got some caresses of his own in. "So how'd you get my measurements?"
Vincent's left hand moved to his back, "You think I wouldn't know your body after all this time? Why, I'm hurt." He looked anything but.
Cloud traced a finger along the amused curve, so rarely seen on those lips, and smiled in return, "No you're not." He settled over his lover's body once more. "Come on, give me another kiss."
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