Fic: Silk and cheese cake
This was the beginning. Then came this conversation .
me: ...now I want to see Cloud dressed in silk. >.>
me: Dunno, with the nemesis/opposite thing, like, silk mama to Sephiroth's leather daddy.
forgottenlover: he did that in the game
forgottenlover: ::points to dress::
forgottenlover: I bet it's why he didn't argue more
me: but not necessarily crossdressing, I mean
forgottenlover: I know ::amused::
me: I'd simply like to discover that he has a secret silk fetish, and has a collection of silky stuff stashed away where Tifa or the kids can't find it
forgottenlover: silk boxers
me: maybe he has a small flat rented with a fake ID busting full with silk items
forgottenlover: and he has non-leather gloves under his leather ones
me: oh, yes. And a silk camisole under the turtleneck.
me: *coughs* okay, maybe not.
forgottenlover: >> now you have me with the visual that Cloud sleeps in a silk nightie
me: *snickers*
me: *curses and goes to open Word*
forgottenlover: ::set you off, wins::
And thus, this was the result.
Title: Silk and cheese cake
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: none
Warning: CRACK. CRACKY CRACK-CRACK. And silk lingerie.
Summary: Tifa is having a weird morning.
Tifa yawned faintly, tying up her gown as she padded downstairs to start up on breakfast. She had managed to fall asleep only in the predawn hours, and her head hurt with the lack of sleep and yesterday’s dinner. Marlene had been such a dear, wanting to cook her and Cloud a special meal for the Strife Delivery Service’s one year anniversary, but the results had been not up to her expectations. They still forced themselves to eat as much of it as possible not to disappoint her, but by the dessert even Cloud with his high and mighty Soldier metabolism had been looking a bit green at the edges.
The mere thought of that cursed cheese cake was enough to make her groan. That was it, she decided. Dear or not, Marlene was not allowed anywhere near the stove without taking a emergency remedial course at Elmyra’s first.
Realizing she was blindly groping the coffee-maker, she forced her eyes open long enough to put the coffee in and turned it on. Blessed Freya, she could -feel- that this was going to be one of those painstakingly long days. Trying to keep herself awake, she turned to the window, looking outside. Fenrir was still parked in the backyard. Why exactly that struck as weird she wasn’t quite sure at the moment, though. She glanced at the clock, that wasn’t helpful at all except for telling her it was 8.07 am.
It wasn’t until she had poured herself a cup of coffee and drank half of it that her brain finally provided her with an answer. At this time, it said, Cloud was usually out for a bit of morning training after getting up at the crack of dawn, like every day for as long as she could remember after meeting him again. A small vindictive corner of her mind was gloating with the knowledge that even Soldier metabolism had surrendered to bad cooking. The rest of her that wasn’t still asleep could only wince in sympathy. So, being the kind and helpful woman she was, Tifa poured another cup of coffee and walked back upstairs to Cloud’s room.
She knocked and waited, but there were no signs of life from within the room. “Cloud?” She tried knocking again. And again. No answer whatsoever. Man, dinner must have been really hard on him, he was such a light sleeper. “Cloud, I’m coming in,” she called before opening the door and cautiously creeping in. She rarely if ever went into Cloud’s room even to clean, because she knew how much he valued his privacy. He even took care of his own laundry, lately.
As suspected, Cloud was still in bed, deeply asleep and snoring softly. It was almost cute, she decided, if he hadn’t indeed looked a bit pale. But then again it was simply the contrast with the black sheets that didn’t quite flatter his complexion. Wait a minute, black sheets? Tifa was positive she didn’t own any black sheets. And that looked like silk, too, and damn expensive. She was still trying to figure that out, when Cloud turned to lay on his back, sprawling out on the bed.
It wasn’t long before he stirred, opening blood-shot eyes and blinking wearily up at her. “Tifa? ‘zit mornin’ ‘ready?”
Probably it was the sound of her eyes popping out and her jaw hitting the floor that woke him, she decided. On autopilot she nodded and handed him the forgotten coffee mug. Blindly rubbing at his eyes he sat up on the bed and took it, muttering something that sounded like ‘dessert’ and ‘Marlene’ into it.
Not that Tifa was paying much attention to what he was saying, no. She was quite busy staring at his choice of sleep attire. “Cloud,” she asked slowly, “is that a nightie you’re wearing?”
Cloud, who had apparently forgotten she was there judging from the way he startled, blinked up at her, and then looked down at himself. “Yes, it is.” With that, he went back to sip his coffee.
“And why are you wearing it?” Tifa prodded him after a minute, when she realized there were no more explanations forthcoming.
He blinked up at her again, “Because it’s silky. I like silk.”
“You’re wearing a woman lingerie item because you like silk,” she said slowly. She waited a minute for that to sink it, but it didn’t. That explained the black silk sheets, her brain chirped. “You’re wearing woman lingerie because you like silk?”
“They don’t make that many silk items for men, now, do they?” he pointed out matter-of-fact.
“…Oh.” Which made sense. Kind of.
“Indeed.” Cloud drained the last of his coffee and stretched a bit, slipping out of the sheets to get up. “Thanks for the coffee, Tifa,” he said handing her back the mug and kissing her absent-mindedly on the cheek on his way to get his gown - blue silk, too - from where it had been thrown on the chair. “I’m warning you, though, I’m not eating anything that was cooked by Marlene for a long time.”
“I wasn’t planning to let her,” she replied automatically, still staring half-dazed at him as he shrugged on the gown and picked up his shaving kit and teeth brush and walked barefooted to the bathroom. He was at the door when she called him back.
“What?” he asked impatiently, looking back over his shoulder. Like she was being unreasonable.
“…why the panties too?”
A brief pause, and she could see his cheeks color up slightly. “They go with the nightie,” he answered with a shrug before disappearing in the bathroom, leaving her standing in the middle of the hallway staring at the closed door with an empty coffee cup.
Well, that explained everything, didn’t it, her brain said. They go with the nightie. It’s totally obvious. Silly Tifa, not figuring that out straight away.
“…Marlene, what did you put in that cheese cake? MARLENE!”
--
Okay, I will proof-read it in the morning. When I'm awake. Yeah. >.>
*wanders to bed*
me: ...now I want to see Cloud dressed in silk. >.>
me: Dunno, with the nemesis/opposite thing, like, silk mama to Sephiroth's leather daddy.
forgottenlover: he did that in the game
forgottenlover: ::points to dress::
forgottenlover: I bet it's why he didn't argue more
me: but not necessarily crossdressing, I mean
forgottenlover: I know ::amused::
me: I'd simply like to discover that he has a secret silk fetish, and has a collection of silky stuff stashed away where Tifa or the kids can't find it
forgottenlover: silk boxers
me: maybe he has a small flat rented with a fake ID busting full with silk items
forgottenlover: and he has non-leather gloves under his leather ones
me: oh, yes. And a silk camisole under the turtleneck.
me: *coughs* okay, maybe not.
forgottenlover: >> now you have me with the visual that Cloud sleeps in a silk nightie
me: *snickers*
me: *curses and goes to open Word*
forgottenlover: ::set you off, wins::
And thus, this was the result.
Title: Silk and cheese cake
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: none
Warning: CRACK. CRACKY CRACK-CRACK. And silk lingerie.
Summary: Tifa is having a weird morning.
Tifa yawned faintly, tying up her gown as she padded downstairs to start up on breakfast. She had managed to fall asleep only in the predawn hours, and her head hurt with the lack of sleep and yesterday’s dinner. Marlene had been such a dear, wanting to cook her and Cloud a special meal for the Strife Delivery Service’s one year anniversary, but the results had been not up to her expectations. They still forced themselves to eat as much of it as possible not to disappoint her, but by the dessert even Cloud with his high and mighty Soldier metabolism had been looking a bit green at the edges.
The mere thought of that cursed cheese cake was enough to make her groan. That was it, she decided. Dear or not, Marlene was not allowed anywhere near the stove without taking a emergency remedial course at Elmyra’s first.
Realizing she was blindly groping the coffee-maker, she forced her eyes open long enough to put the coffee in and turned it on. Blessed Freya, she could -feel- that this was going to be one of those painstakingly long days. Trying to keep herself awake, she turned to the window, looking outside. Fenrir was still parked in the backyard. Why exactly that struck as weird she wasn’t quite sure at the moment, though. She glanced at the clock, that wasn’t helpful at all except for telling her it was 8.07 am.
It wasn’t until she had poured herself a cup of coffee and drank half of it that her brain finally provided her with an answer. At this time, it said, Cloud was usually out for a bit of morning training after getting up at the crack of dawn, like every day for as long as she could remember after meeting him again. A small vindictive corner of her mind was gloating with the knowledge that even Soldier metabolism had surrendered to bad cooking. The rest of her that wasn’t still asleep could only wince in sympathy. So, being the kind and helpful woman she was, Tifa poured another cup of coffee and walked back upstairs to Cloud’s room.
She knocked and waited, but there were no signs of life from within the room. “Cloud?” She tried knocking again. And again. No answer whatsoever. Man, dinner must have been really hard on him, he was such a light sleeper. “Cloud, I’m coming in,” she called before opening the door and cautiously creeping in. She rarely if ever went into Cloud’s room even to clean, because she knew how much he valued his privacy. He even took care of his own laundry, lately.
As suspected, Cloud was still in bed, deeply asleep and snoring softly. It was almost cute, she decided, if he hadn’t indeed looked a bit pale. But then again it was simply the contrast with the black sheets that didn’t quite flatter his complexion. Wait a minute, black sheets? Tifa was positive she didn’t own any black sheets. And that looked like silk, too, and damn expensive. She was still trying to figure that out, when Cloud turned to lay on his back, sprawling out on the bed.
It wasn’t long before he stirred, opening blood-shot eyes and blinking wearily up at her. “Tifa? ‘zit mornin’ ‘ready?”
Probably it was the sound of her eyes popping out and her jaw hitting the floor that woke him, she decided. On autopilot she nodded and handed him the forgotten coffee mug. Blindly rubbing at his eyes he sat up on the bed and took it, muttering something that sounded like ‘dessert’ and ‘Marlene’ into it.
Not that Tifa was paying much attention to what he was saying, no. She was quite busy staring at his choice of sleep attire. “Cloud,” she asked slowly, “is that a nightie you’re wearing?”
Cloud, who had apparently forgotten she was there judging from the way he startled, blinked up at her, and then looked down at himself. “Yes, it is.” With that, he went back to sip his coffee.
“And why are you wearing it?” Tifa prodded him after a minute, when she realized there were no more explanations forthcoming.
He blinked up at her again, “Because it’s silky. I like silk.”
“You’re wearing a woman lingerie item because you like silk,” she said slowly. She waited a minute for that to sink it, but it didn’t. That explained the black silk sheets, her brain chirped. “You’re wearing woman lingerie because you like silk?”
“They don’t make that many silk items for men, now, do they?” he pointed out matter-of-fact.
“…Oh.” Which made sense. Kind of.
“Indeed.” Cloud drained the last of his coffee and stretched a bit, slipping out of the sheets to get up. “Thanks for the coffee, Tifa,” he said handing her back the mug and kissing her absent-mindedly on the cheek on his way to get his gown - blue silk, too - from where it had been thrown on the chair. “I’m warning you, though, I’m not eating anything that was cooked by Marlene for a long time.”
“I wasn’t planning to let her,” she replied automatically, still staring half-dazed at him as he shrugged on the gown and picked up his shaving kit and teeth brush and walked barefooted to the bathroom. He was at the door when she called him back.
“What?” he asked impatiently, looking back over his shoulder. Like she was being unreasonable.
“…why the panties too?”
A brief pause, and she could see his cheeks color up slightly. “They go with the nightie,” he answered with a shrug before disappearing in the bathroom, leaving her standing in the middle of the hallway staring at the closed door with an empty coffee cup.
Well, that explained everything, didn’t it, her brain said. They go with the nightie. It’s totally obvious. Silly Tifa, not figuring that out straight away.
“…Marlene, what did you put in that cheese cake? MARLENE!”
--
Okay, I will proof-read it in the morning. When I'm awake. Yeah. >.>
*wanders to bed*