By the time Reeve had pulled up in front of his house, it was to the conclusion that he was very glad he had an automatic car. Due to the lightly snoring and subtly drooling Yuffie snoozing away in his lap, it would've been quite difficult to shift gears.
It took some careful maneuvering to get out of his seatbelt and open the door without jostling Yuffie, but somehow, Reeve managed to wriggle his way out, and from there it was a matter of removing the slight ninja from her sprawled out position amongst the car seats.
Thankful that she was so light in his arms, he gently nudged the car door closed with one knee while attempting to fumble in his coat pocket for the keys.
Reeve's feet were tired, and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. But as Yuffie mumbled in her sleep and snuggled her head closer to his chest, the man decided he would go through the long night all over again just to get the results he had at hand.
Despite the fact that Reeve had neglected to leave a light on for himself, he easily navigated his way through his house until he was passing through the door of his bedroom. The clothes that he had been debating wearing were strewn across the floor on one side of the bed, but Reeve figured Yuffie really wouldn't care.
Bending over, he flicked aside the covers of his bed, placing Yuffie on the edge of the bed, regretful that he had to relinquish his hold. With a tender care, he crouched down, nimble fingers working at the straps of Yuffie's high heels until he could slip them off. Reeve was about to lazily place them beside the bed when he thought better of that idea.
Knowing Yuffie, she would likely roll out of bed in the morning and trip right over the shoes if he left them in the way. So he scooted them under the bed wisely.
Then it was a matter of whether or not to remove the miniature ninja stars from a very delicate place on Yuffie's leg. Reeve was entirely sure that the ninja would be cranky to wake up only to realize she had life-sized imprints of the weapons on her thighs, and yet, he was reluctant to remove them out of respect.
In the end, comfort won in Reeve's mind. He figured that after all, Yuffie exposed more of her thighs on a regular basis with the shorts she wore than he would be seeing anyways. He just hoped to god she was wearing underwear this time.
Though he was glad that it was dark in the room so that he didn't feel as if it was a violation to Yuffie's privacy, Reeve did feel a bite of regret that he was missing the opportunity to get a good look at her thighs while in that dress.
Mentally reprimanding himself for that thought, Reeve fumbled around on the inside of Yuffie's thigh until he found the buckle, undoing it easily and not being able to disregard the soft, smooth touch to Yuffie's skin as he did so. Wondering exactly what he had ever done to deserve this, he set the small ninja stars and the band on the nightstand beside the bed.
For a moment, he continued to kneel next to the bedside. The faint moonlight that peeked in through the gaps in the windows blinds allowed him to see gentle shadows that Yuffie's hair caused to cascade over her pale face.
Not being able to help himself, Reeve reached out with one hand and brushed a stray strand of hair off of Yuffie's forehead, fingertips lingering on her cheek for a stretched out moment.
Reluctantly he stood up and situated Yuffie so that she wouldn't tumble off of the edge of the bed in her sleep. With that, he pulled the blankets up and over her, tucking them around her gently.
Allowing himself to take one last look at her peaceful face, Reeve turned and strode out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him as he headed for the couch.
The first thing that Yuffie noticed was that there was something very large, soft, and comfortable clutched in her arms. The second thing was that whatever it was, it smelled very good in a comforting way that she didn't recognize as manly until she peeped open one eye.
Her vision was met with that of a dark blue pillow. Yuffie's legs and arms had spindled their way around the pillow, cuddling it ruthlessly. Taking one more whiff of the pillow, she had the irking sensation that she recognized that scent from somewhere.
Then Yuffie realized, belatedly, that she wasn't in her room at 7th Heaven. And, as she began to untangle herself from the blankets, she noticed that she was still wearing the dress from the party.
Despite the fact that it was nearly pitch black in the room aside from a faint tint of moonlight, Yuffie instantly recognized that she was in Reeve's bedroom. But where was he…?
She noticed what must have inevitably woken her the instant her feet hit the ground; her throat was incredibly dry – probably from dancing all night without pausing to take a drink – and she was just itching for a glass of water.
Tiptoeing her way out the bedroom door, Yuffie tried to remember the layout of Reeve's house with the ninja genius that was her mind. Thankfully her groggy brain knew where the kitchen was. She slipped a glass out of one cupboard, clicking the button on the fridge that poured out chilled water.
Guzzling down the entire glass in a completely Yuffie way, the ninja was glad to feel the tickling in her throat go away. That was when she realized that her heels were removed, and her aching feet were protesting greatly at being walked on again.
Groaning, she stumbled her way back into the living room, sighting the couch. Yuffie came to an abrupt conclusion; her feet were in pain, and the couch was closer than the bedroom.
Without a second thought she plunked down on the couch, only to find that it was a little warmer and bonier than she had remembered it.
Frowning, she squinted drowsily, making out Reeve's slumbering face. She supposed it made sense, for him to be sleeping on the couch since she had been taking up his bed, though she was so sleepy that she didn't make much sense at all.
"I, in my ninja awesomeness, am not moving from this couch, and if you want it to yourself then you had better move to your bed right now, cuz I'm going to proceed to pass out in about thirty seconds," Yuffie muttered sleepily to an unconscious Reeve.
When he didn't reply, she muttered a, "Fine then, don't move." And with that, Yuffie curled up around and on top of him, doing her best in sleep to drool a miniature puddle on his shirt.
Needless to say, Reeve was very startled when he woke up to find Yuffie's small body curled up on his chest, hands fisted in his shirt, legs tucked up against his sides. Moving one hand, he spread it out across her thin back.
That was when he noticed the wet spot on his shirt, directly below Yuffie's mouth. Grinning, he couldn't help but feel amused at her tendancy to drool in her sleep; while one might find it disgusting, Reeve thought it was actually quite endearing in an entirely Yuffie-typical way.
His gaze moved to the living rooms windows, where light was beginning to pour in through the shades. To his best guess, it was probably nearing eight in the morning.
Reeve was always an early waker. It was ingrained in his brain, the same as his excellent work ethic was; early rising, early to work. Even on weekends – which today was the start of – Reeve never neglected to get out of bed early.
But glancing down at the much smaller, feminine frame tucked into his, Reeve decided that a few more hours of sleep couldn't hurt.
