This fic was fueled by playing Dirge of Cerberus, the one FFVII piece that actually has a sufficient amount of Reeve in it.
It is intended to be a Reeve X Yuffie X Vincent love triangle, but that won't go on for too long before it becomes a gradual Reefie.
For those of you who don't know who Reeve is – he's the man from Shinra behind Cait Sith who controlled the robot during its travels with the group in FFVII. It is stated many times in the game that Reeve DOES control Cait Sith, such as before Cait Sith sacrifices his little mechanical body to get the black materia out of the temple and states, "My real body's at Shinra Headquarters in Midgar. I'm controlling this toy cat from there."
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"AND IF YOU DON'T OPEN THE DOOR, YOU WON'T HAVE A DOOR ANY MORE WHEN IM THROUGH WITH IT!!! AND THEN ALL THE COLD AIR WILL GET INSIDE, AND YOU'LL BE JUST AS MISERABLE AS I AM!" Yuffie's screeching voice had neighboors pulling open their front doors to see what the commotion was.
"ARE YOU HEARTLESS? OPEN THE DOOR ALREADY! I'M ONLY DYING OF PNEUMONIA OUT HERE! REEVE, WHYYYYYYYYY AREN'T YOU LETTING ME IN?? I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!!!"
Shivers wracked Yuffie's body. She stood on his doorstep, soaked from head to toe, resembling a drowned cat. Her lips had turned blue, and her hands had lost feeling in them long ago.
"IF YOU LET ME INSIDE IN THE NEXT THIRTY SECONDS, I PROMISE I WON'T STEAL ALL OF YOUR MATERIA!!!!!!!!!"
Silence.
"YOUR NEIGHBOORS THINK YOURE THE WORST PERSON EVER! LEAVING A BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS, FANTASTIC GIRL FREEZING TO DEATH IN THE POURING, STORMING RAIN ON YOUR DOORSTEP WHILE YOU SIT INSIDE AND-"
The door swung open midsentence.
Yuffie found herself gazing up at a frowning Reeve for the few seconds before her eyes recognized that he wasn't exactly wearing his usual clothing. Reeve's hair clung wetly to his face, water dripping in rivulets down his bare chest until it reached the towel around his waist.
"If you wanted to see me half naked, you didn't have to interrupt me in the middle of my shower," he commented with a feigned annoyance. Then he took in the rain, the unlively tint to Yuffie's now purple lips, and the fact that her shivers were so rough that she was practically bouncing in place.
Grabbing her arm, he yanked her inside, waving over her shoulder with his free hand to the gawking neighbors.
At the contact with her skin, his hand nearly shot away. "Christ!" he exclaimed, "are you trying to freeze yourself to death? Because five more minutes on the doorstep might just do that."
For once in her life, Yuffie found herself unable to reply, her mouth occupied with chattering teeth. Grumbling under his breath, Reeve swooped her legs out from under her, unceremoniously hauling her through his house until he reached the bathroom.
Yuffie's frozen brain didn't have time to register what was happening until Reeve let go of her, dropping her into a bathtub filled nearly to the rim with steaming hot water. She went under with a gurgle, arms and legs flailing in the gigantic basin. At the first touch of the heat, Yuffie decided that she would love Reeve dearly for the rest of her life. None of his materia would go missing. Ever. Nope. Except for maybe that one realllly shiny...
Then another thought flew through her brain as she came to the surface for air.
"REEVE, DID YOU JUST THROW ME IN THE BATH WATER YOU'VE BEEN IN? GROSS! I DONT WANT YOUR DIRTY BATH GERMS! WHAT KINDA HYGENE DO YOU HAVE? AND WHY DO YOU HIDE THAT AWESOME CHEST UNDER ALL THOSE CLOTHES!"
Reeve grinned over his shoulder as he strode across the bathroom to turn off the shower that had still been running. "As much as I'd love to take a bath with you, I hadn't even finished rinsing off in the shower so I could get into the bath before you decided to pound my door down."
Ignoring the perverse jokes that were a part of who the older man was, Yuffie sunk as deep into the water as she could with her nose still above the surface. "Guess that explains why ya didnt hear me. Couldnt ya find a better time to take a shower? Like, when the number one most awesome ninja in the world isn't catching pneumonia out in the rain. Hey, nice towels. For a guy, you sure are color coordinated! Do you have any soap? How about shampoo? I think I have tree sap in my hair. Or scissors? We could just cut it out!"
Eying the fully clothed Yuffie in the bathtub, Reeve crossed his arms over his still bare chest. "How about you take off your clothes so you can bathe like a normal person first? Would you like me to help?" he suggested, artfully dodging the comb that she hurled at his head.
Tossing a large blue towel at the edge of the bathtub, Reeve moved to the door. "Take your time, Yuf's. I'll order some take-out; you need some meat on that frame of yours, as delicious as it is."
Yuffie had grown accustomed to the teasing comments that Reeve gave her. She knew they were just his way of interacting with people; he wasn't really a whore like Reno who hit on every woman with an ass. In fact, she rather enjoyed the banter; even though he didn't mean what he said, it made her feel like at least someone acknowledged her as a woman, and not just a bratty little girl.
The door shut before she could reply, and Yuffie peeled off her clothing, satisfied with the slopping sounds the articles made when they hit the tile floor. Thankful that feeling had returned to her limbs, she splashed around in the enormous tub for a while, amazed at how big it was, pretending she was a fish and not paying any heed to how much water sloshed over the edges.
Only when she was wrapping the towel around her body did she realized that there was the slight problem of the fact that she didn't have any dry clothes. There was no way in hell she was puttin on the freezing mess that would be her drenched clothes! She'd rather run around butt naked!
That was when she saw them - the clothes that Reeve must have been wearing before he removed them to shower. Bending over, she picked up the white button-up dress shirt that had been discarded. Raising it to her face, she took a whiff of it - it didn't smell gross or sweaty, just faintly of Reeve, so she figured it didn't really qualify as being "dirty".
So it went over her head, making her grimace as it went down to her knees. Why'd she have to be so damned small? No wonder Vincent didn't like her. She was tiny. But weren't guys supposed to like tiny girls? Didn't the whole holding a fragile, small, delicate woman in your arms make them go crazy in a good way? Obviously, there was something wrong with her version of small.
Lamenting momentarily over her lack of underwear, Yuffie retrieved her wet pair, ringing them out and then hanging them over the shower door to dry out.
When Yuffie bounced into Reeve's living room wearing nothing but his white button up shirt with the first button undone, the man choked on the cup of coffee he'd been taking a drink of.
Raising an eyebrow, she leaned over him, exposing an exaggerated view of her small breasts. Coughing viciously, Reeve averted his eyes, trying to find a way to breathe. "What's wrong with ya? You gettin sick or somethin? And here I thought I was the one with pneumonia. Should I be dragging you to into bed?"
At the last sentence, Reeve decided he was going to die from lack of oxygen before the night was through.
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