Disclaimer: I OWN FFVII! ... not.
Sakura-Angel: Ta-da! The second part of 'Suddenly'! I decided to make this piece a double drabble because of all the friendly prodding. It's done in Reno's POV this time.
I grinned and led her towards the dancefloor. Once we reached the densely populated area, she slipped her arm out of mine and turned to face me, a strange sparkle in her eye.
I couldn't help smiling back at her. "Now, what's that look for?"
Her eyes warmed, and her smile grew ever so slightly. "Nothing."
I just shook my head a little and took a step closer to her, my arms slipping easily around her slim waist.
She slung both of her arms around my neck and the feel of her skin against mine sent an unexpected chill through my body. I stiffened involuntarily. What was that? Maybe I'd had too much champagne? Nah, definetely wasn't that. I guess all those adolescent pervs were right... Tifa Lockheart was really something.
We started moving a little lethargically to the smooth beat. Her hair swayed a little, stirring up her perfume. It smelled like... some intoxicating combination of jasmine and lilies. But hey, I'm no expert when it comes to that stuff.
"So... why are you here?" her head tilted a little to the side, an inquisitive look gracing her face.
I averted my gaze temporarily and looked thoughtful. "I dunno. I guess these suits invited me to smooth things over. You don't really want to be on the bad side of an assassin after all."
Her head jerked back slightly and she looked at me seriously. "You still call yourself that?" She was no doubt put off by the sudden realization that she was dancing with a murderer.
I blinked at her, surprised she hadn't stopped moving in that slow circle in tandem with me. "Yeah. You can't just rid yourself of the title of Turk so easily."
She didn't say anything.
Maybe it was stupid to have asked her to dance. I'm not the type to doubt my own actions, but being around this girl... it was strange. She had a past as sullied and broken as mine, and she still managed to stay relatively happy. She still had this naïve trust lingering about her. Her eyes weren't hard or half-dead. She wasn't jagged or sharp. She wasn't so corrupt that her actions would haunt her forever.
I chanced a look at her wine coloured eyes.
Or... was she?
It didn't matter. It made me uneasy, being around this trusting a person. Maybe I should just...
I felt her place her head against my shoulder.
Huh. She was relaxing around me. Imagine that. This simple movement that totally showed she trusted me... would've put me off even more normally. But... it somehow erased my doubt.
I don't know. I just felt this tension between us when we were chatting by the loner's table. At least that's what I called it. And now... if you didn't know any better and were just scanning the room casually, you'd think we were actually familiar with each other. Which we weren't.
Which was rather unfortunate. She was just too hung up on that Strife guy. She deserved to be have a little fun. And that was why I'd asked her to dance, right? ... Right? Ah, I'd rather not delve deeper and discover some ulterior motive. That stuff just gets a guy in trouble.
Her head suddenly lifted and she gave a shake of her head to get her hair out of her eyes.
I hadn't even noticed that the song was over.
"Reno?" her arms withdrew from where they hung before, around my neck, and moved to hold my shoulders.
I couldn't push away the slight hint of disappointment I felt at the end of the song, but I prodded her with a nod of my head and my deceptively bright eyes.
"... Thanks," she said a bit shyly.
I ditched the contemplative side of me and just grinned in the way that I knew would make her blush even more. It was cute seeing that little swoon. "For what?"
Her hands fell, and she looked away briefly. But she quickly turned back to face me. "For the dance. It really... helped."
"Ah," I winked at her. "No problem," and I turned around, stuffed my hands in my pockets, and made plans to get back to the loner's table and down some more alcohol. Alcohol could erase that weird pang in my gut, couldn't it?
A livelier tune started up and her voice drifted back to me. "I'm really thankful. If there's anything I can do for you, just ask."
The feeling left me and my eyebrow went up. I turned around, taking my left hand out of my pocket and extending it toward her in one swift motion. "How about..." I smirked in my signature way, "Another dance?"
