A Little Dance Lesson (1/1)(Final Fantasy VII. Aerith/Reno.)
Title: A Little Dancing Lesson.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Aerith/Reno.
Rating: PG.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Fluff. AU!FFVII.
Author Notes: Written for 100_tales; Prompt: 41.Weeks.
A Little Dancing Lesson
The young man had just entered the apartment when a small blur of pink collided with his body. A grunt escaped upon impact and he was sure to catch the pink blur before it landed on the floor. A soft porcelain face, with a surprisingly sour expression, greeted him as he met shining green eyes.
"What's with the harsh greeting, yo?" He asked, watching the young woman slip out of his arms and stand a short distance away.
She stood still in silence while he closed the door and carelessly tossed his suit jacket on the coat rack. He waited a moment for an answer and when she gave none he shrugged, dropping to a heap on the red couch.
A soft sigh escaped the woman and approached the red haired man. "Why didn't you tell me?"
His head turned in her direction, a look of pure confusion written on his features, "What didn't I tell you?"
"Reno..." she sighed before waving a slip of paper in front of his face.
The flame haired Turk glared at the piece of paper as though it were a new sort of monster escaped from one of Professor Hojo's containment cells. His blue gaze drifted up the porcelain arm that held it, questioning emerald eyes meeting his.
"It's just a stupid ball, yo." He grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought we could skip it. It's ballroom dancing, Aerith. Ballroom dancing."
Aerith sighed again before a bright smile stretched over her lips. The flame-haired Turk eyed her cautiously worried about whatever she may have planned in that pretty little head of hers.
"Really Reno sometimes you're impossible." She giggled.
Of course he was impossible and pretty damn proud of it too, but that didn't lessen the uneasy feeling he was getting as he watched the slender flower girl browse through different musical albums. Abandoning his comfortable position on the couch, Reno approached the woman his arm leaning against the wall as he peered down at her in curiosity.
"What are you doing?"
She exclaimed, causing the young man to jump back in surprise. Aerith shot up and darted under his arm to play the album. Soon music that the red haired Turk found to be rather dull flooded from the set of speakers.
"Come here, Reno." She smiled brightly at him with outstretched hands.
Dread flooded the man but he obliged to his girlfriends' wish. He approached with a frown and once at arm's length Aerith grabbed hold of his arms.
"First, place your right hand on my hip." She instructed.
A wolfish smile crossed Reno's lips, "Why Aerith I didn't know you wanted to take our relationship to that level yet." He could only snicker as a pink tint crossed the usually composed woman.
"Hush you." Still pink faced Aerith continued with her instructions, "Give me your left hand."
The red head’s smile never wavered as he easily slipped his left hand into hers and waited for further instructions. The brunette took a short breath before meeting his eyes.
"Follow my lead," She stated, taking the first steps, "Now move...one...two...three."
Reno frowned, his attention on trying to match the movement of her feet. Aerith tsked at the red-haired man, instructing him to look at her rather than at their feet. Though he found the task a little harder then he imaged it to be. His dancing wasn't prefect, very far from it in fact, and it only seemed to frustrate him when he tripped over his own feet nearly taking the petite woman with him. After the tenth time of tripping over himself Reno paused, holding the brunette still.
The red-haired Turk grounded his teeth together out of frustration as he stared down at his two left feet. "This isn't going to work Aerith." He sighed and made an attempt to step away.
The petite woman giggled and held on more tightly to her companion. "Come on, Reno. You can't back out now. You love challenges."
He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Not when the task is near impossible, yo."
Aerith shook her head, standing on the tips of her toes to place a chaste kiss to the lips of her flamed haired Turk.
"We still have a few weeks." She stated, once back on her feet, "I promise I'll have you dancing like the best."
The smile he received, as further reassurance, was enough for Reno to cave. With a sigh, he allowed Aerith to return him back to the standard dancing position. The next few weeks were going to drag on, but if it got him more of those smiles and even more kisses, it'd be worth it.
End.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Aerith/Reno.
Rating: PG.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Fluff. AU!FFVII.
Author Notes: Written for 100_tales; Prompt: 41.Weeks.
A Little Dancing Lesson
The young man had just entered the apartment when a small blur of pink collided with his body. A grunt escaped upon impact and he was sure to catch the pink blur before it landed on the floor. A soft porcelain face, with a surprisingly sour expression, greeted him as he met shining green eyes.
"What's with the harsh greeting, yo?" He asked, watching the young woman slip out of his arms and stand a short distance away.
She stood still in silence while he closed the door and carelessly tossed his suit jacket on the coat rack. He waited a moment for an answer and when she gave none he shrugged, dropping to a heap on the red couch.
A soft sigh escaped the woman and approached the red haired man. "Why didn't you tell me?"
His head turned in her direction, a look of pure confusion written on his features, "What didn't I tell you?"
"Reno..." she sighed before waving a slip of paper in front of his face.
The flame haired Turk glared at the piece of paper as though it were a new sort of monster escaped from one of Professor Hojo's containment cells. His blue gaze drifted up the porcelain arm that held it, questioning emerald eyes meeting his.
"It's just a stupid ball, yo." He grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought we could skip it. It's ballroom dancing, Aerith. Ballroom dancing."
Aerith sighed again before a bright smile stretched over her lips. The flame-haired Turk eyed her cautiously worried about whatever she may have planned in that pretty little head of hers.
"Really Reno sometimes you're impossible." She giggled.
Of course he was impossible and pretty damn proud of it too, but that didn't lessen the uneasy feeling he was getting as he watched the slender flower girl browse through different musical albums. Abandoning his comfortable position on the couch, Reno approached the woman his arm leaning against the wall as he peered down at her in curiosity.
"What are you doing?"
She exclaimed, causing the young man to jump back in surprise. Aerith shot up and darted under his arm to play the album. Soon music that the red haired Turk found to be rather dull flooded from the set of speakers.
"Come here, Reno." She smiled brightly at him with outstretched hands.
Dread flooded the man but he obliged to his girlfriends' wish. He approached with a frown and once at arm's length Aerith grabbed hold of his arms.
"First, place your right hand on my hip." She instructed.
A wolfish smile crossed Reno's lips, "Why Aerith I didn't know you wanted to take our relationship to that level yet." He could only snicker as a pink tint crossed the usually composed woman.
"Hush you." Still pink faced Aerith continued with her instructions, "Give me your left hand."
The red head’s smile never wavered as he easily slipped his left hand into hers and waited for further instructions. The brunette took a short breath before meeting his eyes.
"Follow my lead," She stated, taking the first steps, "Now move...one...two...three."
Reno frowned, his attention on trying to match the movement of her feet. Aerith tsked at the red-haired man, instructing him to look at her rather than at their feet. Though he found the task a little harder then he imaged it to be. His dancing wasn't prefect, very far from it in fact, and it only seemed to frustrate him when he tripped over his own feet nearly taking the petite woman with him. After the tenth time of tripping over himself Reno paused, holding the brunette still.
The red-haired Turk grounded his teeth together out of frustration as he stared down at his two left feet. "This isn't going to work Aerith." He sighed and made an attempt to step away.
The petite woman giggled and held on more tightly to her companion. "Come on, Reno. You can't back out now. You love challenges."
He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Not when the task is near impossible, yo."
Aerith shook her head, standing on the tips of her toes to place a chaste kiss to the lips of her flamed haired Turk.
"We still have a few weeks." She stated, once back on her feet, "I promise I'll have you dancing like the best."
The smile he received, as further reassurance, was enough for Reno to cave. With a sigh, he allowed Aerith to return him back to the standard dancing position. The next few weeks were going to drag on, but if it got him more of those smiles and even more kisses, it'd be worth it.
End.