Roses
AN: I do not own anything in this story. Please R&R.
The Turk gracefully entered the bar, his long red hair, tied back in a pony tail, swaying behind him. He had a grin on his face and his turquoise eyes glowed as they roved around the room, taking in everything. He had one hand behind his back and the other was stuck casually in his pocket. He saw his target and walked up. The bartender looked him up and down, her wine red eyes showing her confusion.
"Reno, what are you doing here?" And with that he moved the hand hidden behind his back and revealed the 12 dozen roses he had bought for her.
"Do I need a reason to show up at the love of my life's work?" Tifa blushed at that.
"No I guess not."
"So when do you get off babe?"
"Well when you own the bar you can set your own hours you know."
"Okay then let's close this place down."
"Why?" Reno's response was to leap over the counter and to kiss her deep on the lips. Once they broke apart, Tifa was short of breath.
"Okay, let's do that." She went to the door and flipped the open sign and then locked it. She then lightly shoved Reno against the wall. Unfortunately for the Turk the bartender had a tendency to forget her own strength and there was now a Reno shaped hole in her wall. She quickly ran up to her boyfriend and helped him up.
"OWWW! I think I broke a couple of ribs." Tifa quickly gave him a potion and Reno sighed in relief. Tifa smiled at him.
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
"Hell yes babe."