Final Fantasy Seven: Reno/Elena
Title: Birthday Present
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: PG at worst
Warnings: not really
Word count: 339
Summary: Elena didn't care for this wake up call.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m looking for something.”
“Reno, I don’t think anything in there will fit you.” She was sitting up by the time he turned around to give her a disgruntled look. She made sure her bed sheet was firmly over her breasts and gave him a sleepy glare in turn. “Why are you in my apartment?”
“Your birthday’s coming up. It made me think a bit. Y’know, that whole gift giving idea.”
“...and that somehow involved my underwear drawer?”
“Well, yeah, where else would you put the good stuff?”
“I don’t keep weapons with my panties Reno.”
“Weapons?” Again with that look, and she almost growled at him. “I wasn’t talking about weapons yo.”
“If you didn’t mean weapons, then what the hell are you looking for?” Shifting to grab the pillow, she hitched the sheet more securely around her body.
“Toys. I mean, you’re a chick, you have to have a favorite type of toys.”
“Toys... You mean... Look. Even if I had any, which I don’t, I definitely wouldn’t want you touching them.” She shifted and lobbed the pillow at him, the other hand firm on the sheet. “Out. Now.”
“You’re kidding. I mean, c’mon Elena, you can share with good ol’ Reno now can’t you?”
“No. I don’t have any. I don’t want you giving me any, so just get. Out.”
“Aw c’mon. You seriously don’t own a dildo?” When he held up his hands placatingly, which also blocked the pillow, she bared her teeth and started to crawl off the bed, plucking the gun out of the holster on her headboard.
“I swear by Gaia Reno, you don’t get out of my apartment right now, I’m going to shoot you.”
He kept his hands up, backing through the doorway, but she wasn’t satisfied until he was out of the apartment and her door was locked.
It wouldn’t keep him out, but it was the thought that counted.
Like she’d keep any toys in her underwear drawer.
That was practically obvious.
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: PG at worst
Warnings: not really
Word count: 339
Summary: Elena didn't care for this wake up call.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m looking for something.”
“Reno, I don’t think anything in there will fit you.” She was sitting up by the time he turned around to give her a disgruntled look. She made sure her bed sheet was firmly over her breasts and gave him a sleepy glare in turn. “Why are you in my apartment?”
“Your birthday’s coming up. It made me think a bit. Y’know, that whole gift giving idea.”
“...and that somehow involved my underwear drawer?”
“Well, yeah, where else would you put the good stuff?”
“I don’t keep weapons with my panties Reno.”
“Weapons?” Again with that look, and she almost growled at him. “I wasn’t talking about weapons yo.”
“If you didn’t mean weapons, then what the hell are you looking for?” Shifting to grab the pillow, she hitched the sheet more securely around her body.
“Toys. I mean, you’re a chick, you have to have a favorite type of toys.”
“Toys... You mean... Look. Even if I had any, which I don’t, I definitely wouldn’t want you touching them.” She shifted and lobbed the pillow at him, the other hand firm on the sheet. “Out. Now.”
“You’re kidding. I mean, c’mon Elena, you can share with good ol’ Reno now can’t you?”
“No. I don’t have any. I don’t want you giving me any, so just get. Out.”
“Aw c’mon. You seriously don’t own a dildo?” When he held up his hands placatingly, which also blocked the pillow, she bared her teeth and started to crawl off the bed, plucking the gun out of the holster on her headboard.
“I swear by Gaia Reno, you don’t get out of my apartment right now, I’m going to shoot you.”
He kept his hands up, backing through the doorway, but she wasn’t satisfied until he was out of the apartment and her door was locked.
It wouldn’t keep him out, but it was the thought that counted.
Like she’d keep any toys in her underwear drawer.
That was practically obvious.