Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own me.
Warning: Umm... crack?
"I'm cold," Genesis whined almost, a slight chatter in his voice together with a hint of something Sephiroth so far only experienced when listening to one of his eyelash-batting admirers.
The silver haired man let out a small, irritated huff. Was that all? Odd as it was, since the sleeping bags they used were qualified as first class equipment and according to the official label, granted to keep bodies warm even in places that were almost as cold as the North Crater. But then again, it really *was* cold outside and fatigue could seriously mess with one's senses.
"So what? Tossing and turning won't make it better."
"Angeal would offer to take me in," Genesis pointed out grudgingly, and turned his back on his friend. "If you have nothing constructive to say, you might as well just remain silent."
And it was silence indeed that followed as Sephiroth evaluated his options. He could be the chivalric knight and offer his help, which wasn't especially tempting considering that he liked his solitude just fine and opening the zipper in such a cold weather wasn't appealing in the least either. Or, he could just ignore his friend's peril, but that just felt wrong and it wouldn't bring him closer to get his much needed sleep anyway.
"All right," he sighed.
"Sorry?" the redhead glanced back over his shoulder, a bit too eager for Sephiroth to assume he didn't hear him.
"Get over here, you," the silver general silently cursed the climate and a certain whimsical redhead, but lifted a corner of his sleeping bag in offering nonetheless. Genesis was quick to comply, something that was at least fairly amusing in this situation, considering how much the older hated to be ordered around.
Good thing was that Genesis was as slender as he was, the bag obviously not designed to house two fully grown male bodies. But like this, they could, with slight effort, work the zipper closed and have a little space to shift into more comfortable positions.
Well, if they could be called that, with a knee ending up between his shins after an accidental kick and hot breaths tickling his collar bone. Not to mention...
"Gen?" he asked, spitting out auburn hair that somehow got in the way.
"Hmm?"
"Don't you think that it would've been better if you actually had some clothes on?"
