A/n: Lord, this is more p-rn than any of the earlier chapters! Watch out, kids...it's kiiiiiinky. :points at Cloud: Kinky.
"Cloud, you gotta be fuckin' kidding me."
Reno Sinclair does not blush. Ever. This is not happening. My face is not hot; my cheeks are not getting dangerously close to the color of my hair. Cloud can't possibly be holding what I think he's holding, because if he is, I think I might just set my EMR to 'kill' and personally end my life. Cloud definitely did not just wiggle his eyebrows suggestively. I'm starting to think that this was definitely not worth seeing Cloud in that dress. Looking surprisingly sexy in that skimpy, form fitting dress…Cloud's fingers flick my forehead in frustration.
"Zoning out?" His smirk is almost as evil as the 'I have a plan' Evil-Rufus smirk. I shudder at the similarity. "There's no way to get out of this one. Trust me." He wiggles his hands, shaking the items he's holding. "I put on that stupid goddamn dress, so you have to hold up your end of the bargain." Cloud saunters over with a predatory look as he looks me up and down. "So, which do you choose?" Here's my dilemma: I can't help but be turned on by Cloud's forwardness…but I sure as hell don't want to do this.
"Clooooud…" I whine, as I try to back away. Cloud's arm is around me in a flash, holding me captive. The first choice was unbearable. But the second choice was worse. There was no way I could go celibate, and Cloud knew this just as well as I did. Damn him, backing me into a corner. It had to be choice number one or death (read: celibacy). "Fine." I put on my best 'I'm really mad at you, and I hope you know that' pout and head into the bathroom, all the while subconsciously feeling Cloud's eyes undressing me. God, this was gonna suck.
As I pull on the clothing, it's painfully obvious that Cloud had gotten a skimpier size to make up for my lack of certain…anatomical 'assets'. Skin-tight cannot begin to describe the form-fitting qualities of this particular outfit. Apparently Cloud has a dirty, dirty mind. As I pull on the necessary accessories, I feel like a complete and total idiot.
"Almost ready?" Cloud's voice sounds expectant from outside the door.
"This'd better be the best goddamn sex of my life, you asshole!" I yell, adjusting myself while I look in the mirror. I look ridiculous.
"Oh, and let your hair down!" I hear Cloud yell back. I grumble as I let the elastic out of my hair, cursing myself inwardly at how girly I look with it down.
"I'm beginning to think you're straighter than you let on, Cloudy…" I play with the lock on the door, nervousness hitting me. The doorknob feels especially heavy and hard to turn and my mouth is particularly dry. This is going to be terrible. I fling the door open, choosing to get it over with quickly. As soon as I'm in plain sight, Cloud's jaw drops.
"I. Am. A. Genius." He whispers as I stand before him, entirely red-faced and feeling like I'm the worlds biggest idiot. I turn and try to stalk back into the bathroom, wanting desperately to change into normal clothes. Cloud's hand is at my wrist, pulling me back into his arms.
"Cloud…"
"Don't be embarrassed…" He brushes my hair from my eyes. "You're the sexiest French maid I've ever seen." I somehow blush more than before, and Cloud chuckles. "You're so cute when you blush." I scoff before he pulls me into a breath-stealing kiss, my head feeling light.
Cloud makes a predatory growl, pushing me back wards onto the bed. My feather duster falls from my hand, discarded. Cloud's hands travel downwards in a painfully slow motion, running over the silk of the dress. He reaches below the hem, positioning a finger to prepare me. 'Thank god I didn't wear the underwear' I think absentmindedly as he pushes his finger in, slowly adding another and twisting to find that pleasantly painful spot inside. I arch, moaning low in my throat, the silk of the dress stroking teasingly against my hardness.
Cloud flips the bottom of the dress upwards, exposing my aching need. He arches an eyebrow and swoops downward, taking me whole in his mouth. I moan and writhe when I'm surrounded by hot, wet heat. He sucks slowly upward before quickly enveloping me again.
"Cloooud…" I whine, "Nngh….please…fuck me…" I buck into his mouth and he chuckles, the reverberations driving me crazy. He positions himself over me, a feral look in his eyes. He pushes in quickly, groaning as I contract around him. His movements are already quick and jerky as he pushes in completely before pulling out and thrusting quickly back in, hitting the perfect spot every time, making lights dance before my eyes. I cum with a roar, spilling all over Cloud's chest and my dress with a shuddering sigh. Cloud soon follows, groaning my name whilst his heat fills me. He collapses on top of me, panting. He looks at the mess on the maid's costume, sighing before pressing a kiss on my forehead.
"We'll have to dry-clean that, you know?" I scoff back at him.
"Like I'm ever fuckin' wearing this thing again…" Cloud purrs in response, pulling me close to him.
"But I thought you liked seeing me in that dress?" I scowl, knowing he's got me trapped. We'd have to do this deal every time I wanted to see 'Cloudina', wouldn't we? I giggle inwardly at my nickname.
"Goddamn," I sigh, "You're such a manipulative bastard…" Cloud nods with a light chuckle, resting his head on my chest.
"You know you love it." I chuckle, stroking my hand absentmindedly through Cloud's hair, musing to myself.
'Maybe cross-dressing isn't so bad after all…'
A/n:blush: Wow. Full on sex drabble. But I do have to say, you pressured me into it:glares at reviewers: I was afraid you'd chase me with pitchforks if I didn't make a hot kinky lemon!
Finally managed to finish after a very inspiring MSN convo...:winks at Bea:
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