Tifa swept her leg low, effectively tripping the man down with a loud thud and a pained hiss from him. She began to sprint when her right foot was jammed in the chains of the remains of a bicycle—anchoring her down to gravity. As she pushed herself up, she spared a quick glance in the dark just to see nothing. Tifa pulled out her foot from her shoe when she had fisted the whole chains away. "Damn it," she muttered through her teeth as she scrambled up and turned to her opponent. His soles ground slowly against the asphalt as each step seemingly screamed 'dangerous man approaching'.

In an act of desperation, Tifa hauled the whole metallic scrap and threw it in a great force towards the man. A metallic screech sounded in a split second after that told her he'd managed to dodge it. In the dark? What the hell? After recovering her shoe, she felt a sudden change of air movement to her front and she backflipped, hitting him successively and forcing impact on her pained ankle. She grabbed what she thought was his arm and rapidly turned him, locking him from behind.

"I might call this hissing hot if I could see you now…and you weren't on the verge of breaking my arm, hotness."

She knew that voice. Tifa released her grip on his arm, squinting hard in the dark. "Reno?"

"Ten points. Took you long enough."

Tifa sighed as she heard a hinted smile at the last statement. How very like him. "Sorry. Precaution." She watched him rub his wrist. "Thanks to you, I kinda twisted my ankle." She slid down to the floor in a heavy breath.

"So are you just going to run away after confessin' to me?" Reno held out his hand to her.

"I—" Tifa opened her mouth and closed it instantly before pursing her lips. "I don't understand what you are saying."

"Naw, Tifa, it's perfect English."

"Context, please." Tifa pulled herself up with the help of aimlessly digging the nearest wall but she lost her balance after a couple of tries of stepping forward.

Reno let out a snort. "Whatever, troll. You just said you remembered. Then you played that classic playin' hard to get." He shrugged squatted down next to her. "I figured I'd get the answer from you sooner or later."

"Why are you here?" she asked with a frown on her face. Reno successfully raised her up in triumph after a few tries of blocking her swats.

"Can't I?" he replied; out loud. Seeing her no longer fight back, Reno grinned and firmly held her in place. "Ever heard of gut feeling?" Tifa watched him carefully, dissolving his words in.

"Like a wolf's?" she asked after a few seconds, blinking.

He only replied after what it seemed like forever, when he was done – probably never – taking in the sight of her adorably confused look. "No, like a lion's." He'd have to resist sliding his hand for even a minimal distance at her side to see her reaction. "That's what I felt. That feeling that your stomach's clawed from the inside."

She frowned. A lion? Him? "Doesn't make a difference. An animal's just an animal," she said.

"That's where you're wrong."

"Enlighten me, nature boy."

"'mkay. A wolf is scientifically canis while lions are feli—"

"Reno," she said, still looking at the dimly lit road ahead of them. She was actually thankful for his presence, his help … but there were times she'd appreciate silence. "Just walk." Her ankle hurt no more and the evil side of hers sprung to life, refusing to let go of him.

Smirking, Reno answered with, "Only if I get to bring you for another date."

Tifa didn't say a word but she remained wordless as Reno guided her out to the main street. "I take it as a yes." Reno grinned as he saw the slightly darkened hue on her cheeks as she lowered her head. "The beach?"

She shook her head, indicating a 'no'. Reno stopped abruptly and slid his arm off her and he began shuffling forward, leaving her panic-stricken and planting her palm onto the brick wall. 5… 4…

"How dare you," she said with her voice quivering, leaping forward with the last ounce of energy she had and clung onto him.

Well, that didn't take long. He had only counted until four. "How dare I?" he asked, faking his shocked expression as he watched her from his right. "Dare I what?"

"Just… Don't leave me alone, stupid," she whispered, nuzzling her face on his neck and Reno couldn't stop a small, excited shudder from surfacing. "Or I'll make sure you regret knowing me."

"Am I supposed to answer that with a 'yes, ma'am'?" He chuckled…and whined when Tifa jabbed his side. They reached the open space and much to Reno's surprise, Tifa let go of him immediately. Lightning flashed, zigzagging down from the sky and Reno silently counted the distance of thunder—

Crack—boom!

During that interval, Tifa's hold retuned to him … and was that a gasp he heard? "Heh. Look at you. I wonder what else I could scare you with to avoid you letting go. Maybe … another horror movie on a stormy night?"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Re—"

Another rumble escaped – louder this time – from the clouds and that made his grin grow deeper.

"Kyaa!"

Oh, that must've been heaven for him. "Yes ma'am." He grinned. They finally reached the parking lot and the thunders were getting distant while the rain began to gently plop down, slowly washing everything and releasing the smell of a crisp, summer night. "Say…"

"W-What?"

"Sing." He paused, "you sing, right? So sing for me."

Tifa released him and backed away a little. "No way. I have a sore throat."

"Excuses, Tifa. I'm not buying that." A honking car whizzed right behind them and she yelped, again holding onto him for dear life. "Should I put something along the lines of 'busy traffic' in the list too? A good material to blackmail you with."

Tifa sighed exasperatedly.

"Then sing," he said after copying her sigh.

Tifa slowly made her way to his car front. She decided against the thought of singing a simple nursery rhyme as she did the chorus of a random song. Reno had always shivered involuntarily - and often, his hair would stand on end - listening to her voice.

Nothing changed, he thought. She hit the notes correctly in all parts, just as he expected her to. "I've decided," he said when she finished.

"On what?"

"Movie it is, then. For the next date."

"Hey, I thought you're going to ask to join the band!"

"Was going to. You beat me to it, babe."

"Then, …play the bass."

Reno smirked inwardly. They went through that already. He could always silence her in his own surprising way. "Bass, I could— …you're not doing this on purpose, are you? If I'm some sort of replacement companion-wise, I don't want to do it."

Tifa laughed softly. "Who said you are? You're my Reno, that's who you are."

Reno gawked. "I'm what?"

"I say the least important ones once."

Reno towered over her, silently urging her to repeat. "I do believe that one just now is a hell lot significant, Teef."

"Not as important as this: I have a mind to give you a last name, Reno." Reno's eyes widened and wondered whether his ears were playing a trick on him. That was a dead giveaway. A clear hint.

That rather hopeful thought was seemingly shattered about with, "I dub thee Sir Reno Moonworthy." She laughed, collecting the rainwater in her hands and splashing it to his face before she sat on the hood, leaving him to wipe his face … but what was there to wipe when the rain intensified?

"Arr. You'll pay for that."

"With what?" she asked. "Shame on you, robbing a poor woman of-of…" Her voice trailed off when Reno closed the already-too-little space between them with just a few strides, and gently touched their foreheads together; and with just that, she was beginning to get lost in his eyes.

"Of her fourth kiss, I reckon." A small smirk graced his lips before he planted a chaste kiss upon Tifa's, relishing the touch and the small gasp she made. What seemed like a purely innocent kiss had turned to something much more – deeper, meaningful and expressive.

The female elicited a purr without warning before proceeding to tug his tamed strings of flames gently. Satisfied of her achievement as of getting an irresistible growl out of Reno, she broke the kiss with a soft smile adorning her face. "Mm. I still like my first one better. It's yummier. There's passion fruit." Tifa laughed. "So, are you going to take me home?"

"One more?" he whispered, aware of himself leaning forward to her – which reminded him of a memory he had treasured. The first time they met after the separation due to a meddlesome blond. Or was it their dance? Heck, he didn't care nor did he regret any of it. Unfortunately for him, she pushed him away as she stood up carefully. He watched her lift her head, savoring the cool pellets of water, and shook his head when she motioned him to join her.

"Come on, Reno." He refused yet again; watching her was more than enough to make him feel content. Although, the pleading look she was giving him that moment almost persuaded him … but she only managed to make him raise an eyebrow. That and a slow smirk she deemed dangerous for her, it seemed—for she cleared her throat after noticing that.

Score.

After a few tries of acting cute in front of him, Tifa then bent down to him slowly, with a sole purpose in mind as her cleavage and a faint trace of black, lacy material came to his view. She smirked when he was dumbfounded with his jaws hanging and his throat parched. "Insatiable, are we?"

Leave her alone? She won't let him. … He wouldn't, anyways. Not even in the rain. —for what they were in now was not just simply love.

Something … that unexplainable feeling of wanting to be the everything for each other. And that was more than love. It was just the beginning of everything. By then Reno had changed his mind … their next date would definitely on the beach and that's set. White dress and all. With Tifa busy nipping his lips to her heart's content, he knew they'd never get to the car any quickly at that rate and he knew if they'd taken that further, he'd get an full preach from Strife.

In that rain, it was Cloud's turn to walk away with his eyes to the sky before looking down low, disrupting every puddle as he went. He shrugged off his wet jacket inside the foyer.

"Cloud?"

He spun to meet the person. "Aerith."

"Are you okay? I mean, I didn't mean to watch…" Aerith clasped her hands tightly as she her lips failed her.

Cloud thudded his boots as he let his legs drag him towards her. "I'm tired," he said, resting his head on her shoulder. Aerith slowly raised her hand to his back, slowly patting him.

"Should we go somewhere else?" she asked, smiling slightly. "I have my car nearby."

"Yeah." He pulled himself up and slicked back the whole front hair to the back, one strand going back to the front and he leaned on one of the postered wall, folding his mess of a jacket carelessly in his hands.

"Oh!"

Cloud hummed in question as he saw Aerith look at him with one hand brought close to her mouth. "Something you'd like to do first?"

"No, it's nothing." Aerith laughed. "You remind me of this artist somewhere… Let's go. Yuffie can get home with Vincent." The two of them left with one huge puddle on the tiled floor and one wet patch on the poster, giving the words – and the picture itself – 'Zack Fair' a wrinkly effect.

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Reno:

Morning, babe. What r u wearing?

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Tifa:

Nothing. I'm just going to get a shower. :D

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Reno:

Sounds hot. ;)

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Tifa:

Reno, sugar.

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Reno:

?

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Tifa:

What r we doing?

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Reno:

We're texting. That's what. :)

Scratch that. We r gna do sexting, right?

(y)(y)

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Tifa:

Right. U're wasting my credit.

My question should be: what r u doing?

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Reno:

Ur credit's low? It's getting old. U're so cold. ): My heart breaks.

So pls remove ur arrow and kiss it to make it better. ;D

N what I'm doing is trying to picture u right here right now.

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Tifa:

Yes, it is. Ur fault it's old.

O, I heard that somewhere from someone before. He's sexy as sin.

Don't worry, I get the hint. XD

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Reno:

Is he sexier than me?

N orly? My lips hurt too. :D

Me demand kiss for that. Omnomnomnom.

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Tifa:

Shut up n get ur lazy ass here, cookie monstah.

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Reno:

OMNOM :D

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Reno catapulted off the bed and padded to the bathroom which he was greeted by layers of steam, scent of some sort and Tifa with one hand holding her cell phone and another holding the edges of an almost see-through material she covered her body with.

That was nothing?

It was then, she turned. Beads of water droplet rolled down her slender neck and along the soft curves all around. She looked simply inviting. "Oh goodie. You're late, though," she said, placing her cell somewhere dry.

"Oh goodie?" he said after a while, choking between some words, and at the same time feeling the growing appreciation in his pants. "I think I made a monster. Really."

"A pretty one."

Reno grinned mostly to himself. There was no saying no to that one. "The way you think."

"Oh, sugar, the way you love me," she said, smiling still – and bit back a surprised 'eep' as he carried her in one swift motion.

"There's no need for bashfulness even if it appeals more, babe." Well, his prettily blushing mons—angel in white lingerie wasn't bad after all. Even after he had finally made her promise to go out in white to the beach the day after. He was so looking forward to that. This? This was just unexpected. The lingerie would have to go and he'd make sure his teeth would work well with those.

But according to his sanity level as she called it, tickle game comes first.

"Ah! Reno, no, please—"

"Nom. Mmm, vanilla."

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a.n. I had a hard time imagining Cloud with his hair done to the back like Zack's. So I drew him out on a piece of scrap paper and he vaguely reminds me of Sonic. Lolwth. Yes, I did thought of putting this in a one shot but that might just kill your eyes. But.

Thanks for reading mai amateur writing and hope you enjoyed this lolololo.

-k