Accidental Purchases (FFVII, Zax/Aerith. #22)
Title: Accidental Purchases
Author: Tifa G
Pairing: Zax/Aerith
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Theme: #22, Cradle
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and characters belong to Square-Enix.
“I didn’t order that!” The voice was rushed, trying to explain its way out of a bad situation. “I sweat to you, I did not order that.”
There was no response, just the soft breathing of someone startled out of words.
“Are you going to say something or just stare at it?”
“Stare at it.” Was the response.
Silence carried on between the two and the object of their attention.
“You know,” he started and then stopped. “Hmm.”
The silence continued, the only sound was the rustling of clothes as they breathed. Glancing up at him, she could see the confusing written across his face. Brain trying to come up with something to say that was neither stupid nor harmful.
“You know,” he tried again, “if I didn’t know you so well, I would think that you were trying to tell me something.”
And so he went with the stupid, not surprising her in the least.
“I told you already!” She huffed, stomping her foot on the ground.
He laughed, reaching out to pull her into his arms. “I know. I know.”
Resting his chin on the top of her head, he smiled at her frustration.
“So what are you going to do with it?” She asked, swatting at one of his roaming hands. “It was a gift for you.”
Shrugging, he laced his fingers together at her waist and continued to scrutinize the object. It wouldn’t fit into his apartment, the coloring was all off and the frilly edges just scream anti-manliness.
“I got it!” He exclaimed brightly, patting himself on the back as he vanished into the bedroom. The sound of crashing, something falling from a high distance and a stream of obscenities following a shout of pain filtered in from the bedroom.
She opened her mouth to call out when a large pile of clothes and other assorted items appeared in the doorway. A pair of dark eyes barely peeked around the side, maneuvering his way around the stuff in his living room and back to her side.
With a grin she couldn’t see but knew was there, he dumped the armful of stuff he had brought with him from the bedroom.
“Zax! It’s a cradle, not a laundry basket.”
“What? Did you want me to run out and get a baby to put in it?” He inquired, rubbing his side absentmindedly. “Don’t answer that.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Glancing up, aching side all but forgotten, he looked at her not liking the tone of her voice. With a dreamy glow in her eyes, she was looking at the cradle now overflowing with dirty clothes.
Catching one of her hands, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist softly.
“Maybe one day?”
Author: Tifa G
Pairing: Zax/Aerith
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Theme: #22, Cradle
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and characters belong to Square-Enix.
“I didn’t order that!” The voice was rushed, trying to explain its way out of a bad situation. “I sweat to you, I did not order that.”
There was no response, just the soft breathing of someone startled out of words.
“Are you going to say something or just stare at it?”
“Stare at it.” Was the response.
Silence carried on between the two and the object of their attention.
“You know,” he started and then stopped. “Hmm.”
The silence continued, the only sound was the rustling of clothes as they breathed. Glancing up at him, she could see the confusing written across his face. Brain trying to come up with something to say that was neither stupid nor harmful.
“You know,” he tried again, “if I didn’t know you so well, I would think that you were trying to tell me something.”
And so he went with the stupid, not surprising her in the least.
“I told you already!” She huffed, stomping her foot on the ground.
He laughed, reaching out to pull her into his arms. “I know. I know.”
Resting his chin on the top of her head, he smiled at her frustration.
“So what are you going to do with it?” She asked, swatting at one of his roaming hands. “It was a gift for you.”
Shrugging, he laced his fingers together at her waist and continued to scrutinize the object. It wouldn’t fit into his apartment, the coloring was all off and the frilly edges just scream anti-manliness.
“I got it!” He exclaimed brightly, patting himself on the back as he vanished into the bedroom. The sound of crashing, something falling from a high distance and a stream of obscenities following a shout of pain filtered in from the bedroom.
She opened her mouth to call out when a large pile of clothes and other assorted items appeared in the doorway. A pair of dark eyes barely peeked around the side, maneuvering his way around the stuff in his living room and back to her side.
With a grin she couldn’t see but knew was there, he dumped the armful of stuff he had brought with him from the bedroom.
“Zax! It’s a cradle, not a laundry basket.”
“What? Did you want me to run out and get a baby to put in it?” He inquired, rubbing his side absentmindedly. “Don’t answer that.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Glancing up, aching side all but forgotten, he looked at her not liking the tone of her voice. With a dreamy glow in her eyes, she was looking at the cradle now overflowing with dirty clothes.
Catching one of her hands, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist softly.
“Maybe one day?”