Disclaimer: Wait? Are you saying I can't own these individuals? Hm ... I guess I'll just pretend to speak with them in my subconcious.

Mystic: Yay! Another drabble fic has begun. I already have one in progress for the ff9 genre, but The Sacred and Profane suggested I write one featuring Reno/Tifa as the star couple. Okaliy-dokily! And yes, requests and reviews are loved! This first chapter is brought to you by The Sacred and Profane. Thank you, man!

A pair of satisified moans and sighs echoed throughout the bedroom in Reno's apartment. Crimson and brunette locks lay tangled together on a soft pillow, their respected owners spent and saited in the aftermath of heated lovemaking. Feminine fingers traced delicate circles on a sweaty, panting chest of defined muscles. Warm, masculine hands ghosted down the curves of his female bedmate before resting on a smooth hip.

This is what weekends were for. Spending the day in bed doing absolutely nothing except your lover. Yeah ...

Reno smiled and reached for his, well Tifa's, fuzzy fairy blanket. The martial artist had insisted on using her blanket with a fairy for her and Reno's bed. The Turk only agreed because the fairy was actually pretty hot. It's design was near mystial in nature and the fairy itself was sexy and almost coy in expression. Tifa wanted to use it and Reno just couldn't resist it. He was a sap for soft blankets with fairys on them.

Both lovers were just about to drift off in a sultry slumber (to rest up for round two, or was it three?), when a cute and miniscule sound radiated from an unknown source.

Reno let out a chuckle as Tifa blushed like a madwoman. "Teef, what was that?" Why did he ask, he knew what the sound was.

His lover gave a sheepish grin and snuggled deeper into the blanket. " ... the floor."

Oh, yeah right. "I don't think that was the floor, yo." Sure, floors and beds do let out their usual squeaks and creaks every now and then, but this was not the floor. That sound just could not be the floor.

"Yes, it was." Tifa's blush got even deeper and she pulled the blanket up over her shoulder. "Your floors are old."

The Turk raised an eyebrow. "My floors are carpeted. I think you far--"

"I did not!" Tifa defended.

"Did too."

"DID NOT!"

A mischievious grin spread on Reno's tired face. "Tifa far--" he began to tease. He was quieted by a pillow hitting his face.

"I. Did. Not. Fart!" Tifa yelled. "It was a vaginal quieve. Are you happy now?!"

Blink, blink. Reno almost did a double take at that remark. "Oh," he finally answered after an awkward silence. "Bitchin'."

"What?" Tifa asked incredulous, sitting up and balancing her elbows on her knees.

His mischievious grin was replaced by a smug one. "I didn't think I could do that to you. Sweet."

"Pervert." She playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

"That's why you love me, yo"

Mystic: Yeah, this fic may have to be rated M. (snickers) Oh, and I just have to point something out. (Mystic motions to the shadows. Three young men enter. RenzokukenZ, The Sacred and Profane, and t3h maniac.) See these three fellow authors and friends of mine? (grabs RenzokukenZ and The Sacred and Profane in dual headlocks) These two are already in college. (Mystic releases them and headlocks t3h maniac) This one's about to start. So, my question is this. What's up with me and college guys? Hm ... well, at the very least, they'll make good bodyguards. (all three put on sunglasses a la Men In Black) Kickass! Don't forget to review!