Disclaimer: Oh, good grief Charlie Brown. I don't own anything.
Mystic: Okay, I'm waiting on dantesdarkqueen to pm me back about her interesting idea for this fic. Until she does, I'm going to skip ahead to a certain somebody's idea. You guys should know who he is by now. (Mystic points to the kickass bodyguard carrying five swords and munching on a snickerdoodle cookie) Yeah, it's RenzokukenZ, which means I have this strange urge to start out with a song. Old habits just refuse to die. And yes college guy, I just had to use this particular part of the song.
Watching out, here he comes
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined
When you were young ...
"When You Were Young"
The Killers
Tifa couldn't believe it. She just could not believe it. A part of her was seriously considering that this was one of the seven signs leading up to enevitable end of Gaia. Seriously, didn't the legendary Apocalypse start out with something this bizarre? It's not everyday that a new boyfriend willingly takes his girlfriend to the movies to see a chi -- Oh, good gaia, now Tifa had trouble saying the type of genre they were seeing. Sure, it was a matinee this lovely Saturday morning and the theatre was having a marathon of this genre, but what possessed Reno to take his new girlfriend to it? He was as badass as they come and yet, he was willing to sit through a few hours of sappy, romantic, chi -- chi --
Oh, just say it! Chick flicks!
The horror!
"Are you sure you don't want to see something else?" she eventually asked. "I don't know how you feel about chick flicks and all."
Reno flashed a grin toward his new babe as he tore his gaze away from the concession stand. "Teef, none of these movies can be classified as chick flicks." Now, did he want Dr. Schlepper or 6-up? Or an icee? Hm ...
Her deadly hands found their rightful place on her hips. "We're watching four movies today and all four have a romance in their plot."
"Romance don't mean nothing, yo." Tifa's eyes widened at that, prompting Reno to further explain. "Also in the plotlines are pirates, swordfighting action, religious and political intrigue, and an execution." He grinned at that last word. Beheadings were cool. "Hardly a chick-flick."
"One of them is a comedy," the martial artist pointed out.
"Yeah," Reno agreed with a laugh. "And that comedy is a parody of one other other movies we're watching. And they all take place in the olden days, yo!"
"You mean, medieval."
"Whatever. You want popcorn?"
Tifa chuckled and shook her head. "Wouldn't it be easier to just share with you?" A coy smile radiated toward the redhead. The martial arts master still wasn't quite sure what possessed her to finally say 'yes' when Reno kept asking her out. He always stopped by her bar after hours and was quick to give extra tips, but it must've been something else. No, he wasn't quite the romantic gentleman of yore, but neither was she the damsel in distress. Reno was definitely suave though. Yes, that had to be it. He had sex appeal, er suave appeal.
Okay, just admit it. Reno. Is. Hot.
Besides, a big tub of popcorn was the perfect opportunity for seduction. Handholding. She meant handholding. Damn, had it been that long?
Let's not answer that.
Movies sucked when you were on a date. They were downright dreadful when your new boyfriend was a sexy badass with a killer suit. Of course, that particular suit had to have a white dress shirt that Reno kept half-way unbuttoned, giving the martial artist a wonderful view of his toned chest. The crimson-topped Turk was slim, but his body was still sculpted. And one deadly, fit arm was resting comfortably on the adjoining armrest, meer millimeters away from her own natural weapons. Her arm hairs was grazing the fibers in his jacket, they were so close. That's not entirely why this whole scenario sucked though. Oh, no. The giant tub of popcorn resting between his legs is what clinched it.
Dark theatre, sitting very close to a sexy man with his shirt undone, and two things she wanted a taste of right next to each other.
Wait, did she just think she wanted a taste of his--
Tifa dropped her head into her palms. Okay, miss heroine of Gaia. Focus on the movie. We just finished watching Lady Jane. Two teenagers rule a kingdom for nine days before being beheaded for high treason. Religious politics at it's best. Reno chuckled at Guilford's early appearance in the movie. The young duke was drunk and in the middle of a gamble. Reno still gambles from time to time, but at least he wins. He has a sexy yell when he wins too. Reno ... Sexy ...
Focus, you idiot!
What are we watching now again? Oh, yeah. The Princess Bride. My favorite of all time. Reno would look so good in the black getup Wesley wears. With the mask and everything. Oh, gosh. Now you're staring at him. Back to the movie! Oh, no! Wesley's getting tortured! No, Wesley! Stupid Prince Humperdink. He reminds me of Rufus on a very bad day.
Reno took a sip of his icee, purposefully flicking his tongue out to lick his lips. For the past movie and half, he noticed that Tifa was not acting like her usual calm self. The fighter was figeting quite a bit and her pretty eyes kept shifting from the screen to him in general. Those eyes of her would slowly drift away from the movie and simply gaze at him. He couldn't very well ignore it either. The Turk could feel her eyes on him. They would slowly move from his ruby locks, down to his face, and pause briefly on his smirking mouth. Then they'd continue on downward, lingering over his bare chest, then smack! Right there to his crotch where the popcorn was.
Interesting how Tifa's hungry eyes lingered at that place the longest. Yet, he wasn't quite sure if she was hungry for the popcorn or ... something else. That explained his tongue flick. Ah, now Tifa's wandering eyes was accompanied by a slight flush.
Tifa decided to be bold and reach for the buttery, salty, goodness. Reno watched with a surprised expression as his date's slim arm reached across and dove for his crotch. Her hand was right there in his lap and the motion of her fingers sifting through the snack was not helping him retain his cool. Each miniscule movement was a slight torture to his boiling blood. Oh, shit.
Okay, think cold, freezing thoughts. Ice cubes ... Tifa sucking on ice cubes. Fuck! Oh, bad word. Not helping. Uh ... nuns! There we go, Tifa with a ruler. No! An image of a veiled brunette smacking him repeatedly with a twelve-inch piece of wood did nothing to relax the Turk. Let's see, movie? Distraction? Anything?
Reno turned his gaze to the screen. Oh, great. Wesley and Buttercup were making out on horseback.
This just wasn't his night.
The beauty beside him again reached down for the popcorn, causing Reno to curse under his breath. Keep it cool, man. Keep it cool. Damn, damn, damn, damn! Reno shook his head once before grabbing Tifa's wrist and cupping her head to his in a much needed liplock.
She gasped at first, but quickly relaxed into his kiss, sighing at the feel of his mouth upon hers. Her heart sped as his breath warmed her lips, their tongues carefully darting out to meet and dance. His cologne infused with her bodyspray, causing their sense to go dim. The film went silent, the theatre was empty. The entire world consisted of only them.
Tifa tasted sweet, a mixture of innocence and sultry feminity. Her mouth was soft, her breath shallow. Her fingers clutched at his collar before ghosting down to entangle with her kissing partners hand. Reno's hand welcomed hers as their kiss finally broke apart.
Two smiles, one shy and one sly, shone in the darkened theatre. Their hands stayed together, causing Tifa's shy grin to turn almost seductive.
Popcorn, great for handholding. The kiss was just extra butter.
Mystic: It's official. My romantic sapness has increased tenfold. In case anyone's interested, the other two movies were Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves and Robin Hood: Men in Tights. I hope you guys liked (I'm looking at you Renzo!) and I'll see you in a week! I'm off to the state park for some relaxation. Bye for now and see ya when I get back! Love y'all lots!
