Zack/Cloud Fic: Not the Dating Type
Prompt: Date
Pairing: Zack/Cloud
Rating: K+
Word Count: 384
Disclaimer: All belongs to SquareEnix!
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Cloud stares at the clothes hung in his closet. Three pairs of jeans, two black, one blue. He stares at the “dressier” shirts he owns, some V-necked, others crew-shirts, long sleeved, short sleeved, no button-ups...and only dark contours. His scowl tightens.
“Wear something nice.” He had said and “something nice” echoed in his head, sense of foreboding making his thoughts race as he wondered if even owned something nice. Zack was a SOLDIER 1st class, obviously able to afford nice whenever he felt like it. He was a cadet, came from a backwater town and something nice was just simply not part of his wardrobe. He sighs, stares at the clock on the wall of his room at the barracks then back at his closet. He had ten minutes to put himself together and he had no fucking clue what to wear.
Two knocks on his door and the door is pulled open. “Sunshine? You ready to...” Zack stops, dark brow arching.
Zack is here. He's early. And Cloud is standing in front of his closet, towel around his waist, still wondering what to wear. They lock eyes, Zack cocks his head, checks him out from head to toe and Cloud just knows he's not coming out of this one alive.
“Or you can wear nothing and we can forget about this whole 'formal date' thing, move on to the real stuff.” He pulls his long-sleeved gray shirt over his head and unbuttons his jeans, kicks off his boots and Cloud catches bits of the mumbled garble he's spouting all of a sudden. “...nervous to be honest....Kunsel's idea...been on a dates before....not with someone I really liked...didn't know what to do...”
Cloud eyes his closet one last time, face flushed and he knows it because he can feel the heat all the way out to his ears and all the way down his chest. He turns back to Zack and he's done getting undressed. Cloud reaches into his towel and pulls so it falls in a heap around his ankles.
Fuck it. They're not the dating type anyway.
The End. My brain gears are starting to turn for Clack. Feedback! Won't take a minute of your life and it will honestly help out loads!