Choices
Well I've neglected nearly all my fics like some orphaned chimney sweep I suppose I'd better get on with it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. In respect to Final Fantasy VII you understand.
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Of all the choices that had faced Yuffie, this one had to be the hardest. Forget about whether to take a drunken Reno up on his offer or kick him in the nuts and let Rude haul him back to his apartment, more difficult than whether to cure a party member or finish off the monster first.
Food or Sex. The ultimate choice.
Her cravings were acting up once again but this time they also collided with another set of hormones which demanded that she make love to the red-headed Turk and not take "No" for an answer. The problem was when she made a move to do one the other set kicked up forcing her into a limbo state in the kitchen just a few metres away from the sacred chamber of yummyness known as Yuffie's emergency cravings fridge.
Pregnancy hormones sucked.
"You're lucky that you're already cute." She whispered, stroking her stomach gently. Sure the hormones conflicted and drove her insane but the end result would be worth it.
"Hey babe, what's up?" Reno asked, walking in to see the pregnant ninja curled up in the corner between cupboards.
"I can't decide what I want more!" She shouted, arms banging against the floor, Reno recoiled slightly. Sometimes people were landmines, only you never knew what set them off. It could be an inappropriate comment, or it could be a virgin's tear falling upon them on a warm yet rainy June morning. Reno hoped that all people were set off by the later. Apart from the kids (who don't count) there were hardly any virgins left in Edge.
"Whoa, calm down. What are you having trouble deciding on?"
"You or…strawberry ice cream." Yuffie confessed, eyeing her lover hungrily. Now he was here to add to the temptation of just ripping off his pants and let that take its inevitable conclusion.
"Why not have both." Reno suggested.
"Reno, the last time I tried eating with you inside me I puked my guts out."
"Yeah, we had to use 10 air fresheners in there after that," Reno reminisced, the shower sex after the two had cleaned off more then made up for that in his view "Well if its between me and ice cream, why don't you eat it off me beforehand."
"Bedroom or table?"
"Table, we don't want that stuff to melt. Just not so low down, its not that chocolate body paint shit we had months ago." He added, tearing of his shirt and lying back down on the kitchen table, waiting for Yuffie to finish her search for the ice cream and brandish the ice cream scoop.
Fuck! That's really cold. Should have said bedroom.
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Short but I'm feeling very drained right now, 2 straight months off since the end of school and no job means my life's order has slowly deteriorated into a suspiciously warm mush. Got to get my act together for University now that I've been officially notified that I am going.
Review if you want me to stop messing around and add lemons.