; Freckles
"Hey-eeee, you still got some dirt on your face, mister!"
The redhead had just emerged from the restroom with a dainty towel wrapped around his waist and another flung across his shoulder when Yuffie, with her legs tucked beneath her, broke her attention from the television to catch a glimpse of one of her favorite sights: a dripping, exposed Reno. He slowly padded across the floor to join her on the double cushioned sofa, his brows pushed together with bewilderment.
"Do not. I'm squeaky clean, yo."
"Do, too! What takes yah an hour, anyway?" Yuffie narrowed her eyes and shifted, pointing her knees to where he now sat adjacent of herself. She swiped her thumb across the tip of her tongue and reached for the Turk's cheek, to which he retaliated immediately and pinched his face together with disgust.
"Doing men stuff. I don't have to answer to you, woman," he teased, smoothing his visage over with vanilla scented digits. "It's not dirt, yo. It's freckles."
The petite ninja's nose scrunched. She leaned closer to him to inspect the variations of brown varying across his face and, less frequently, along his chest and arms. "Freckles? Whaaaat? No one has freckles!"
Reno's tongue poked from between his lips. "I do."
"Well,… why didn't you have them before? Huh?" her finger jutted his bicep. Hard.
A frisky smirk tended the right edge of his thin lips; his hands seized either of her shoulders and pushed her into the leather as he switched their positions, the towel tied around his waist bunched on the carpet. Ignoring protests, he idly placed a kiss upon her chin. "Secret."
"You're an asshole," Yuffie scoffed. Her legs wound around his hips and the rest of the afternoon was filled with freckled lovemaking.
