Clack drabble by Deb!
Title: Apple Pie
Author: serinance
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Zack/Cloud
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Squeenix owns my soul.
Warnings: None
Summary: Zack is filled with pie and talks to Cloud. This can only be cute.
A/N: I didn't write this; the lovely serinance did after I gave her a random prompt. But she's letting me post it here, so woot. xD
"God damn, Spike." Zack said, sitting back after eating (or shoveling as Cloud liked to call it) four plates of apple pie. "Who the hell taught ya how to cook like this? You should’ve just opened up a café! You'd make lots of money like that!"
"My mother," he admitted, though his cheeks were flushing as he turned away to wash dishes. "...I don't think I could do it. It's something I enjoy doing...hobbies shouldn't be your job."
"Aww, don’t say it like that!" he said as he rested his elbow on the back of the chair. "Wouldn't that just make you love your job more?"
"Well..." Cloud trailed off a moment and paused in his scrubbing, his blue eyes searching the dirty water that had white soapy bubbles piled up. "I don't think so. I think that it would get old even if you liked doing it day after day..."
"But sex never gets old! And we do it all the time!" Zack exclaimed with a grin, but before he could continue, Cloud had turned to glare at him.
"So it's a hobby? Huh, wonder why you're not down at the red light district..." he stated with a mischievous glint in his eye. Zack looked hurt by it. Like a kicked puppy.
"Y-You say these things to hurt me." Zack joked, mustering up the most teary eyed face he could, his posture sagging as though he'd been eternally defeated by his remark. "Oh Cloud, why don't you love me?!"
"...A-Ah, that's not what- it's not like that! I was kidding!" He began stuttering over his words, trying to explain himself, looking as though he might have done something that meant the end of the world was tonight. Zack grinned and he quickly realized he'd been had by his theatrics, tossing a dirty rag that sopped against his arm.
"D'aaaaaaw. My lil' spike is all worked up," Zack teased, pulling himself to his feet. Cloud turned away to scrub the dishes furiously, though the raven-haired man wrapped his arms around his shoulders and trailed his hold down to his hands.
"Hey, lemme finish up here,” he said, " I can't cook, so the least I can do is clean, right?"
"You? Clean?" Cloud quirked a brow. "Can I leave you alone in here without anything catching on fire?"
His partner laughed. "Bet that tight ass you can. But uh...Cloud?"
"What?" he responded flatly.
"Do you have to wear that frilly apron?"
----
*snicker*
Deb, have I mentioned that ILU lately? :D BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN WORK THE CLACK!
Ahem. xD
For more Clacky goodness, ffvii_clack is the way! ♥
♥
RainbowSerenity
Author: serinance
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Zack/Cloud
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Squeenix owns my soul.
Warnings: None
Summary: Zack is filled with pie and talks to Cloud. This can only be cute.
A/N: I didn't write this; the lovely serinance did after I gave her a random prompt. But she's letting me post it here, so woot. xD
"God damn, Spike." Zack said, sitting back after eating (or shoveling as Cloud liked to call it) four plates of apple pie. "Who the hell taught ya how to cook like this? You should’ve just opened up a café! You'd make lots of money like that!"
"My mother," he admitted, though his cheeks were flushing as he turned away to wash dishes. "...I don't think I could do it. It's something I enjoy doing...hobbies shouldn't be your job."
"Aww, don’t say it like that!" he said as he rested his elbow on the back of the chair. "Wouldn't that just make you love your job more?"
"Well..." Cloud trailed off a moment and paused in his scrubbing, his blue eyes searching the dirty water that had white soapy bubbles piled up. "I don't think so. I think that it would get old even if you liked doing it day after day..."
"But sex never gets old! And we do it all the time!" Zack exclaimed with a grin, but before he could continue, Cloud had turned to glare at him.
"So it's a hobby? Huh, wonder why you're not down at the red light district..." he stated with a mischievous glint in his eye. Zack looked hurt by it. Like a kicked puppy.
"Y-You say these things to hurt me." Zack joked, mustering up the most teary eyed face he could, his posture sagging as though he'd been eternally defeated by his remark. "Oh Cloud, why don't you love me?!"
"...A-Ah, that's not what- it's not like that! I was kidding!" He began stuttering over his words, trying to explain himself, looking as though he might have done something that meant the end of the world was tonight. Zack grinned and he quickly realized he'd been had by his theatrics, tossing a dirty rag that sopped against his arm.
"D'aaaaaaw. My lil' spike is all worked up," Zack teased, pulling himself to his feet. Cloud turned away to scrub the dishes furiously, though the raven-haired man wrapped his arms around his shoulders and trailed his hold down to his hands.
"Hey, lemme finish up here,” he said, " I can't cook, so the least I can do is clean, right?"
"You? Clean?" Cloud quirked a brow. "Can I leave you alone in here without anything catching on fire?"
His partner laughed. "Bet that tight ass you can. But uh...Cloud?"
"What?" he responded flatly.
"Do you have to wear that frilly apron?"
----
*snicker*
Deb, have I mentioned that ILU lately? :D BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN WORK THE CLACK!
Ahem. xD
For more Clacky goodness, ffvii_clack is the way! ♥
♥
RainbowSerenity