Rating: PG-13 for language and implications

Set in AC, somewhere between Reno telling Cloud to go to the Forbidden City and Reno getting beaten up by Yazoo in Edge.

1.
The door had scarcely swung shut the second time before Reno started ranting.

"Shiva on a stick, those two make 'frigid' sound positively fucking hot."

Rude didn't say anything. Reno always took silence as consent anyway, so it saved the older man the trouble of opening his mouth to agree.

"I mean, you'd think, a chick like Tifa? Gods-given tits, man, yo, a body any sane guy would jump in five seconds. And she's got the hots for him, he's fuckin' insane not to go and fuck her already! I mean..."

"He is insane."

"...Fine. He's a fucking idiot not to go and fuck her already!"

Rude raised an eyebrow. Reno's eloquence regarding the subject of Cloud Strife screwing Tifa Lockhart seemed a little more vehement than was called for, especially from someone who didn't normally give a shit. (Besides frequently referring to Lockhart as 'that Costawatch Babe.')

The eyebrow rose even higher, as the two Turks made their way out of the 7th Heaven. Reno's body language...the already restless redhead's movements were even more fluid than usual, which meant he was twitchier than Tseng after five venti lattes from Meteorbucks.

"Reno."

"--fucking pain in the ass, man, if he's not compensating for--what?"

"When was the last time we..." Rude trailed off suggestively, giving Reno ample opportunity to pull out of rant mode and put the good ol' Turk gutter mentality to work.

A slow smile spread across Boy Red's face as he made smoky eyes at his bald colleague. Rude merely quirked the eyebrow. Reno's reliable mood changes were kicking in again.

"...well, partner. I don't know."

"I'd say that's the problem, wouldn't you?"

The redhead was practically purring. "Maybe we need to fix it."

"Perhaps." Rude congratulated himself for a job well done, though he kept the smug grin to himself. Besides, it had been a while.

Rufus could fucking wait.