AN: Written for Destined_Life and originally posted at my LJ. A huge reference to Jamie Oliver. Written for the First Dates-verse.
Prompt: Reno/Tifa, I'm thinking they meet up again a little while after their first date and some hilarity ensues
The Naked Truth.
Reno knows all he needs to about Tifa's kitchen savvy. Comes from having a partner who got his cake and just had to eat it the next morning in Reno's car. In the sissiest little bites Reno's ever seen.
If his hands hadn't been on the wheel, he might've shot Rude in the ear—certainly in that goddamned closed-mouth smile of his that was probably full of chocolate crumbs. If Reno has to quit smoking, he wants Rude to get gingivitis at least. The bastard.
But after two weeks, he's finally managed to do it. Tifa's agreed to a second date, and wonder of fucking wonders she's cooking for him. She calls him during lunch, to make sure her menu is acceptable, and he assures her, loudly, in the passenger seat of Rude's car, That sounds great, babe—can't wait to see you. And once he pockets his PHS, his smile is anything but closed-mouth.
After work Reno braves the rush of traffic to hurry across town. Imagine his surprise when he opens the door to Seventh Heaven and catches sight of her behind the bar. Imagine the way his brain stutters when he sees that she's wearing an apron over shorts and a t-shirt. Imagine the look on his face when she sets down their plates and immediately takes a seat at the table.
"Um," he says, joining her.
"Yeah?" Tifa pushes her bangs aside with a finger, then picks up her fork. "I know I said I was going to try something new out on you. It's simpler than what I usually do, without any extra, frilly ingredients, but I think it turned out well. How about you?"
Reno takes a look at his plate. Chicken breast with little green things sprinkled on it (he thinks they're probably herbs). Baby carrots with a glaze to them. Some sort of pasta in a white sauce. It smells good, looks appetizing—in hindsight, it's exactly what Tifa described. He shouldn't be disappointed, but...
"I thought you said you were cooking 'naked' tonight," he whines.
AN: Comments are encouraged!