Awww, I love writing adorably sappy fluff! It's my favorite kind!
On a worse note, I'm majorly sick. Buuuuut I'm getting better. And I got contacts. And a flat iron to straighten my hair. So it's been a good weekend.
But yeah. Anyways. Story, right!
Allergy Information: Melt-your-brain, rot-your-teeth, die-of-diabetes fluff. Proceed with caution.
FYI: This is meant to take place after Cloud returns from fighting Sephiroth.
"I love you, Leon," Cloud whispered, resting his forehead against mine.
"Love you, too, babe," I whispered back. I revelled in the secret special smile that the blonde reserved for only me: it was a shy, awkward smile-- a true Cloud smile. "I'm so happy to have you back now. I missed you," I admitted.
"I missed you, too. More than anything." Cloud stepped closer, leaving only a centimetre between us, but we were still not touching anymore than our foreheads and our intertwined fingers. My hands soon slipped out of the blonde's; one of them stroked his cheek gently while the other ran up and down an arm. Cloud closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, his head tilting to the side.
"You are so beautiful," I murmured. I hadn't meant to say it-- had meant for it to be just a passing thought-- but my mouth betrayed my mind. Cloud didn't respond for a moment; then, he opened his eyes and smiled shyly. His head was still tilted, and I was still stroking his cheek. I loved him more than anything. Cloud was starting to lean in, and I think I felt his knees shake; in spite of our obvious mutual feelings, we still hadn't kissed. We were both simply too awkward and closed off for physical affection. But now, I found myself wanting Cloud in ways I had never before considered; I wanted all of him. I wanted to touch him and hold him and kiss him and love him for the rest of our lives. My hand stilled, although I was pretty sure it trembled at least once.
Finally, our lips met. There weren't fireworks or sudden heated sparks. There wasn't a sudden surge of lust. Instead, I felt nothing but a warmth spreading to the tips of my fingers despite the biting winter winds. We parted only a hair's breadth, still close enough that I could feel him exhale. His eyes stayed closed for a moment, and I took the opportunity to capture his lips again. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat, sending a jolt of excitement-- then there was the sudden surge of lust-- straight through my body. I pulled away and watched his blue-green eyes flutter open like the wings of a butterfly. So beautiful.
"I missed you so much," I murmured. "I'm not letting you go again."
"Good. I don't want to leave anymore." For a tense moment our eyes held contact, and I was flooded with protective urges. I exhaled shakily then pulled him against my chest. He didn't resist me; he buried his face in my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist. I kissed the top of his head before resting my chin there. He clung to me tightly. I was assured then that he wasn't leaving again and I felt my eyes begin to sting. I held back my tears and held him tighter.
The whole world didn't need him even half as much as I did.
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