Title: Love
Summary: Desperate times call for leather pants, but when that fails, what else could Reno do to get Cloud's attention and possibly affections?
Warnings: Err...yaoi?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Reno grumbled to himself as he downed another shot of vodka, aquamarine eyes observing the blonde sitting across the table in his booth. Well, technically, it was Cloud's booth and he was imposing on the silent man's "quiet drinking time." He waved Tifa over to refill his glass as he kept his eyes on the stoic blonde. For the past three weeks he had been trying to get the blonde's attention. All of his attempts ended the same way: sitting across from the blonde and drinking to numb his wounded ego while staring at the man who was more interested with focusing on the reflections on his drink than the smoking hot man sitting in front of him.
Pouting softly to himself, the slighted redhead decided to continued to drink his night away. Sadly, the tight leather that he wore did little to seize Cloud's attention and only served to make the lithe man feel uncomfortable at how the tight material clung to his skin. He really should have just left the bar when the sight of himself in such sexy pants did not gather the interest that he wanted. ...Well, from Cloud, that is.
He continued to drink until the next thing he knew, the world grew more and more fuzzy.
Stirring slightly as a heavy warmth wrapped around him, Reno slicked his lips slightly, ears listening as he heard hushed murmurs, "Did you call the Turks?"
"Nah...I'll give him my room for the night."
"Where will you sleep? ...Oh, you are not sleeping there!"
"Shh..."
"You have to get up early tomorrow and you'll pull a muscle sleeping there!"
"...You'll wake him..."
"You can't sleep in a booth, Cloud!"
"...I'll be fine."
"Cloud!"
"Don't worry, I'll be fine," the gentle voice repeated, tone implying that he was amused. Reno made sure to keep his body limp as he felt his body gently lifted. "...Goodnight, Tifa."
"Goodnight, Cloud."
He felt every step that the blonde took as he walked up a flight of stairs before feeling his body being taken from the heat he was pressed against and lowered onto soft bedding, gently fingers tucking him under the covers before running through his disheveled hair. "Sweet dreams, Reno."
Well, it was not the three words that he - along with the majority of women, men, and cross dressers around the planet - would have loved to hear from the hero, but it was a step in the right direction.
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