Morning After (1/1) (Final Fantasy VII. Aerith/Reno.)
Title: Morning After.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Aerith Gainsborough, Reno.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): None. AUish.
Author Notes: Written for shortfic_500: 137. Alcohol...or was anyway, it's too long length for it now. 8/500.
Morning After
She hummed softly to herself as she made her way down the broken pews and away from her beloved little flower garden. The pockets of her red colored jacket jingled softly with the proceeds from the day’s sale of flowers. A porcelain hand patted the cloth-covered gil, ready to be taken to her mother and spent towards the house and their care.
The young flower girl pushed open the church doors with one hand, her guard stick clutched tightly in the other. The cool air rushed out in greeting, blowing her brown locks behind her.
"Hey!" A voice slurred.
Aerith turned her attention to the voice that had called out, the guard stick held out in front of her ready for an attack. The green-eyed Cetra could just make out the lanky figure that approached her. Goofy grin plastered to his face, suit and tie undone like he had no care in the world, and messy flame colored hair blowing out in the winds caresses.
"R-Reno?" She called out his name, unsure until the man had drawn closer and uncloaked by darkness.
"Hey babe..." he slurred. The man walked wobbly towards her.
She sighed. Reno had obviously had one too many drinks this evening. It surely was not the first time she to see the laid-back Turk drunk. Shaking her head, Aerith stood in place with her staff to the side watching the man continue forward with his dizzy movement.
His arm draped around her shoulders once he was within distance, the redheads’ face a little too close for the young woman's' comfort. Her nose scrunched up in disgust as the awful smell of his choice alcohol invaded her nose. She had tried it once under his watch and insistence. To go along with the awful smell it had tasted just as horrible. The flower girl could not understand why he liked the foul drink.
"Ya know..." Reno began words slurred as he leaned further. The proximity between them only seemed to make the young woman more uncomfortable as his hot breath hit her cheek while he continued, "ya got some bright green eyes, yo."
Aerith blinked in confusion and she opened her mouth to reply, stopping herself as the blue-green eyes slid shut. Reno's arm slid from her shoulder and the young Turk fell forward with a harsh thud. Emerald eyes grew wide; a small hand flew up to cover her mouth.
"Reno? Reno? This isn't funny." Aerith called, kneeling beside the fallen Turk.
She shook him harshly until a soft groan slipped from his lips. His eyes remained shut but by the rise and fall of his chest she was relieved to see he had simply fallen asleep. Shaking her head, she reached out gently moving aside some of his flame colored hair.
-X-
Reno groaned painfully as he woke. He turned away from the window and the light that seemed insistent on bothering him at some unholy hour. The Turk drew the comforter over his head, trying in vain to ignore the throbbing in his head and drift back to sleep only for a voice to break into his attempt.
"Oh you're awake. Good." A way too cheerful voice spoke.
Reno groan, shifting again to bury himself under the covers and mumbling none to happily, "Go away, yo."
The familiar voice scoffed, "It's your own fault for getting yourself drunk. You shouldn’t be so rude to someone who helped you last night."
Sighing as he realized he wasn't going to get much more sleep, Reno opened a small portion of the blanket to peer out of. He was a little more than surprised to see the Ancient standing at his bedside with a tray of water and medicine.
"What ya doin'in my apartment, yo?"
Aerith giggled, a sound commonly thought to be sweet but to the hung over Turk it only made the painful throbbing in his head a hundred times worse.
"Don't do that." He grumbled, burying his head under the pillow.
"You’re in my house, Reno." She tsked; "you're pretty lucky my mom had to head out of town for the day. She doesn't take kindly to Turks."
Slowly the tray in the young woman's hands was pushed out towards him; "you're going to need to take this if you want the pain to go away."
Reno flinched as he sat up, the action only making his situation worse. He grabbed the aspirin, dumping three into his palm before replacing it on the tray. Quickly he tossed them into his mouth and downed the water. Replacing the glass on the tray, Reno leaned back resting his head against the headboard with a sigh of relief.
“Thanks.” He grumbled, staring at the woman.
Aerith nodded, “You’re welcome,” she giggled, reaching out boldly and patting his stomach, “how about I make you some eggs?”
Reno’s face turned a pale shade of green and in a rush caused the Ancient to topple off the bed with a thump as he darted to the bathroom. Aerith could only smiled as she gracefully stood up dusting off her dress before she left the room in favor of making breakfast.
End.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Aerith Gainsborough, Reno.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): None. AUish.
Author Notes: Written for shortfic_500: 137. Alcohol...or was anyway, it's too long length for it now. 8/500.
Morning After
She hummed softly to herself as she made her way down the broken pews and away from her beloved little flower garden. The pockets of her red colored jacket jingled softly with the proceeds from the day’s sale of flowers. A porcelain hand patted the cloth-covered gil, ready to be taken to her mother and spent towards the house and their care.
The young flower girl pushed open the church doors with one hand, her guard stick clutched tightly in the other. The cool air rushed out in greeting, blowing her brown locks behind her.
"Hey!" A voice slurred.
Aerith turned her attention to the voice that had called out, the guard stick held out in front of her ready for an attack. The green-eyed Cetra could just make out the lanky figure that approached her. Goofy grin plastered to his face, suit and tie undone like he had no care in the world, and messy flame colored hair blowing out in the winds caresses.
"R-Reno?" She called out his name, unsure until the man had drawn closer and uncloaked by darkness.
"Hey babe..." he slurred. The man walked wobbly towards her.
She sighed. Reno had obviously had one too many drinks this evening. It surely was not the first time she to see the laid-back Turk drunk. Shaking her head, Aerith stood in place with her staff to the side watching the man continue forward with his dizzy movement.
His arm draped around her shoulders once he was within distance, the redheads’ face a little too close for the young woman's' comfort. Her nose scrunched up in disgust as the awful smell of his choice alcohol invaded her nose. She had tried it once under his watch and insistence. To go along with the awful smell it had tasted just as horrible. The flower girl could not understand why he liked the foul drink.
"Ya know..." Reno began words slurred as he leaned further. The proximity between them only seemed to make the young woman more uncomfortable as his hot breath hit her cheek while he continued, "ya got some bright green eyes, yo."
Aerith blinked in confusion and she opened her mouth to reply, stopping herself as the blue-green eyes slid shut. Reno's arm slid from her shoulder and the young Turk fell forward with a harsh thud. Emerald eyes grew wide; a small hand flew up to cover her mouth.
"Reno? Reno? This isn't funny." Aerith called, kneeling beside the fallen Turk.
She shook him harshly until a soft groan slipped from his lips. His eyes remained shut but by the rise and fall of his chest she was relieved to see he had simply fallen asleep. Shaking her head, she reached out gently moving aside some of his flame colored hair.
-X-
Reno groaned painfully as he woke. He turned away from the window and the light that seemed insistent on bothering him at some unholy hour. The Turk drew the comforter over his head, trying in vain to ignore the throbbing in his head and drift back to sleep only for a voice to break into his attempt.
"Oh you're awake. Good." A way too cheerful voice spoke.
Reno groan, shifting again to bury himself under the covers and mumbling none to happily, "Go away, yo."
The familiar voice scoffed, "It's your own fault for getting yourself drunk. You shouldn’t be so rude to someone who helped you last night."
Sighing as he realized he wasn't going to get much more sleep, Reno opened a small portion of the blanket to peer out of. He was a little more than surprised to see the Ancient standing at his bedside with a tray of water and medicine.
"What ya doin'in my apartment, yo?"
Aerith giggled, a sound commonly thought to be sweet but to the hung over Turk it only made the painful throbbing in his head a hundred times worse.
"Don't do that." He grumbled, burying his head under the pillow.
"You’re in my house, Reno." She tsked; "you're pretty lucky my mom had to head out of town for the day. She doesn't take kindly to Turks."
Slowly the tray in the young woman's hands was pushed out towards him; "you're going to need to take this if you want the pain to go away."
Reno flinched as he sat up, the action only making his situation worse. He grabbed the aspirin, dumping three into his palm before replacing it on the tray. Quickly he tossed them into his mouth and downed the water. Replacing the glass on the tray, Reno leaned back resting his head against the headboard with a sigh of relief.
“Thanks.” He grumbled, staring at the woman.
Aerith nodded, “You’re welcome,” she giggled, reaching out boldly and patting his stomach, “how about I make you some eggs?”
Reno’s face turned a pale shade of green and in a rush caused the Ancient to topple off the bed with a thump as he darted to the bathroom. Aerith could only smiled as she gracefully stood up dusting off her dress before she left the room in favor of making breakfast.
End.