DISCLAIMER: PEASANTS DO NOT OWN FF7. I AM NOW A PEASAMT, I GUESS...

ONESHOT- PROPOSITIONS

PAIRING- CIDxSHERA

THIS HAPPENS A MONTH OR TWO AFTER FF7 EVENTS :P

I wipe the grease off my fingertips and slam the lid to the car down. There we go.

"It should start now," I call to the person who asked me to get their vehicle running again. This is what I get for being a mechanic.

"Thanks Shera," Tifa laughs, giving me a smile. "Sorry about the short notice."

"It's fine," I wave her off. "Have a good day."

"I will!"

She waves to me after pulling out into the road before driving away. With a sigh, I walk inside the house and swipe the sweat off my forehead. It's boiling hot outside, and it doesn't help that the captain keeps the house at eighty degrees all the time. I've tried to tune it down, but that resulted in getting cussed out and insulted. I kind of deserve it though, considering what I did to his dream. Sure, he still got to space, but he didn't get to be the first like he always wanted.

I push the thoughts away and change out of my black-streaked clothes, tossing them in the washer before starting Cid's tea up. Just as I'm pouring it into one of the mugs in the cabinet, the front door opens and the devil himself walks in, sighing and dropping down into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looks like he has a headache, so I silently hand him the little bottle of pills that he always breaks out when he's like this and set the steaming mug in front of him.

"Thanks," he mutters. I pause and frown. What?

"Y-your welcome?"

When he doesn't reply, I make my escape to my room. What happened to him? He's been like this ever since he and Avalanche saved the world. So quiet, silently watching me as I do normal things, and staring off into space. Sometimes, he'll take a breath in and open his mouth as if he's going so say something, but then he just snaps it shut and shakes his head to himself. To say that he hasn't been yelling or cursing at me lately would be perfectly true, and it's a definite relief.

"He's probably just lost at what to do," I mumble to myself. "Been flying around on that airship too long."

With nothing else to do, I go back downstairs and switch my clothes over to dryer. Starting up a new load, I make sure to check Cid's pockets before throwing his pants in, following the same routine for everything else. I learned after a couple packs of cigarettes went through to just make sure he didn't leave anything behind. It's a horrible a sound when I accidentally send a wrench through too.

"What're you doing?" A voice startles me.

"L-laundry, it's uh, piling up," I stutter, turning to see the captain a few feet away, hands jammed in his pockets. He nods and walks away. Weirdo... Shrugging and closing the washing machine, I gather up all the random bits and bobs and set the junk on the table for him to sort through later.

"You makin anything for dinner?" He asks casually and I look over at the clock. Five already? But he never eats anything I make anyway...

"I don't know," I shrug. "I'm not that hungry. Did you want anything?"

"Nah. Just askin."

Okay, now he's confusing me. And he hasn't drunk his tea yet. That's new. Gosh darned tea... And why is he so pink?

"You get sunburned again?" I ask, pouring myself a cup of water.

"No, why?" He raises an eyebrow, actually making eye contact with me for once. I can feel the heat already spreading to my cheeks and I look away toward my feet.

"You just looked a little red, that's all."

"Well so do you," he smirks and I shrug. Gosh dang it, cheeks! Why! Why do you betray me!?

"Tifa came by today," I change the subject. "Her car broke down in the middle of the road."

"What was wrong with it?" I don't think he really cares, but at least he's talking.

"Somehow one of her gloves got stuck in the engine," I laugh to myself. "She just went on and on about how she couldn't find it last week.''

"Sounds like Tifa," he replies, quiet again.

Do something, anything to make this less awkward. Do laundry, do dishes, do Ci... No! Bad mind! Ew! Blushing at what I almost thought, I turn and begin cleaning the dishes off, trying to keep from making too much noise because of the captain's headache. I can feel his eyes burning into my back and it creates a very unsettling feeling in my stomach. Did I do something wrong?

"Do you ever stop working?" He yawns, his head laying back in his hands.

"Stuff needs to be done," I shrug. I wet a rag and start to wipe down the counters.

"Yeah, but... Can't it be done later?"

"What do you mean?" I turn and cross my arms.

"Why don't you, er... I mean... Can we... Gosh dang it, just take a break, woman."

"But Captain..."

"And for the last freaking time, my name is Cid," he shoots me a half hearted glare.

I bite my lip and slowly walk toward the living room, awkwardly sitting on the couch. After five minutes of staring at the wall, I stand and peer around the wall into the kitchen. Cid's not there, so I finish wiping the counter down. I wonder where he went.

"Capt... Cid?" I call, wondering if he's even here. There's no reply, so he's either asleep upstairs or out somewhere. Or outside smoking again.

Sighing, I wash another load of laundry and fold everything else, bored out of my mind. What else am I supposed to do? There's no Cid yelling insults at me or swearing his mouth to pieces. So I just sweep and mop, feeling more like a maid than ever. Sometimes I wonder what I would do if Cid ever finally decided to move out. I would be lonely. Sure, he's always being mean and hateful, but he also keeps me company when no one else will. Besides, the only time he's really hurt my feelings is when he went all crazy because I went on a date with some guy. I don't think he really meant anything he said though. At least, I hope.

Ten o'clock rolls around and I'm still finding things to clean. I know Cid will probably have a fit if I move anything on his messy desk, so I leave it the way it is and go back to dusting the same table I've been cleaning for the past thirty minutes. I'm so bored... Suddenly, the front door slams shut and I jump. Looks like he's home now... Finally. Peeking around the wall, I see that Cid slouched up against the door, looking around him tiredly.

"Where were you?" I ask, crossing my arms. His blue eyes flicker up to mine and he shrugs.

"Somewhere," he says, his voice a bit... Different. "Does it matter?" Is he drunk again?

"Yeah, it does, actually," I raise an eyebrow and put the duster away, praying that he doesn't notice.

"I thought you were taking a break?"

"It's been five hours, Cid."

"Don't be cranky," he chuckles, pushing his hair back.

"I'm not."

"Suuuuuuuure," he rolls his eyes, walking over and slinging an arm around my shoulders. Ow...

"Um... Hi?" I frown, my face heating up at his close proximity.

"Still sunburnt?" He teases, backing off and stumbling a couple steps away.

"I never was," I mumble.

"Then why are you so pink?" One of his eyebrows raises, a proud smirk on his lips. Drunk Cid is so annoying...

"Uh, because I, uh..." I trial off as he comes closer again. Suddenly, he's standing right in front of me, head cocked to the side. His goggles are crooked...

"Because you what?"

"Like popcorn," I blurt, covering my mouth. He snickers and then leans over a little, warm breath barely fanning over my skin. My heart is thumping so hard, I think he can hear it. Shoot. What's wrong with me?

"Well that's... Different."

"So is... What ever the heck you're doing," I swallow hard.

"Really? So do you think, by chance, I might be the reason you're all red?" He's so full of himself.

"Maybe," I shrug indifferently.

Try not to think about it... Um... List bad things! Uh... He smells like an ash tray. Psh, no! And, uh, I can't stand him. You just said you're lonely without him! And he's, um, not attractive? Okay, that's a lie. Totally a lie. Ice blue eyes, pale blonde hair, strong arms, sharp jaw... Wait, what happened to not thinking about it? I don't know... Holy crap, he's touching your waist! I try my best to shove my thoughts into a corner, and it's not hard with him watching me. Suddenly, I'm crushed against his body in some sort of awkward hug. Hello to you too.

"Hey, uh, Shera?"

"Hmm?" I pull back when he releases me, both of us awkwardly staring at our feet. What the heck was that?

"I, uh... You've been the only gal to put up with my crap for a while now, and, er..." He looks up at the ceiling and pushes one hand through his hair. "Gosh, this be so much easier if I'd just drunk a little more."

"What would be easier?" I frown.

"Um, I... Will... Can you.. Frick," he groans. "Screw this, will you marry me?"

I look up and stare at him blankly, my mouth opening and then snapping shut again. Well that's not what I expected.. Shoot, what do I say? Um... I don't... Shoot... Why does he have to be so attractive when he does that hair-pushing-back thing?

"Forget it. Sorry I asked," he mutters, pushing past me and starting toward the stairs.

"Wait!" I blurt, following him. He freezes and glances back, his cool blue eyes meeting mine. Why I have to be so brown and boring? "I, um... S-sure," I force. He furrows his eyebrows, confused. "I mean yes, I mean... You get the point," I look down at my shoes. Dang it.. Then there's a hand lifting up my chin, making me look up into those irises.

"So... That's a yes then?"

"Y-yeah." A small smile spreads across his lips. "But, uh, you know, if this is just some random drunk question..." I start.

"Trust me, it's not," he says, releasing my face. "And if it is, you don't have to make any tea for me for the next month," he adds over his shoulder as he ascends the stairs. I smile up after him, crossing my fingers and hoping for the best.

YUP. I DID THE CLASSIC HIGHWIND PROPOSAL ;) UP NEXT IS RENO AND ELENA :D LOVE THOSE TWO... REVIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED, AS ARE SUGGESIONS!