KH2 fic: Shower Line
This one was buried in my pc back at home for months on end. I'm not too found of it, but I've polished it up and made it presentable.
I hope I can start posting the Something Series soon enough. >0<
Title: Shower Line
Pairing/Characters: Cloud/Leon, Yuffie and Aerith.
Warnings: Lulz fic. Also, not beta'ed.
Word Count: ~640
Rating: PG-13ish for blatantly hinted, and mentioned, sex. And language. Not entirely worksafe.
Summary: Feels like heaven. Only, not.
A.N.: Written for the otp_100 challenge, under theme #82, Singer.
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"Okay loverboy, time to get the hell awake!" is the high-pitched shout that brings Leon jumping to awareness, reaching for the gunblade that should be on his bedside table. 'Should' being the operative of the situation, seeing as there's no bedside table, let alone a weapon, for his arm to reach.
Leon blinks a couple of times before frowning - if nothing else, out of habit -, and his eyes stray to give him at least an idea of what mess he's gotten himself into. What he finds is his very naked self wrapped loosely in someone else's bedsheet, atop someone else's bed, inside someone else's pretty bare bedroom. The only things in the place are the wardrobe, a little desk by the side, clothes that look very much his own strewn everywhere, and a titanic blade by the door where a petite ninja stands fuming.
Buster sword. Oh yeah, right. Cloud's room. Last night they've... Oh yeah, right. Yuffie's gotten it down perfectly with 'loverboy', not that he's about to tell her that. The well-fucked look on his face should be telling everything already, not to mention she's caught him on Cloud's bed and...
What is she doing there, anyway? And what isn't Cloud?
"What is it?" he growls, wrapping the bedsheet more securely around his waist as he slips cautiously to his feet. Yuffie is so irritated she doesn't even pretend to look away and give him some privacy - not that he truly believes she'd do so in whatever state of mind.
"You caused it, you're so fixing it!" Yuffie hollers, grabbing him by the forearm and guiding him out of the room before Leon can open his mouth in protest. "Not only you bang the stupid bed all night long, with all the 'fasters' and 'harders' and 'oh yeahs' to top, but now we've gotta deal with this!" and then she throws him toward the bathroom door, where Aerith waits with a bathrobe in her hands and a sheepish smile for him.
"It's not like we're not happy for you two-"
"Leviathan knows how bad you needed to get laid!" Yuffie interrupts, earning herself rising eyebrows from both brunets.
"-but, Leon... This is a bit too much, I think." Aerith finishes, gesturing to the bathroom door behind herself.
He decides right then that getting embarrassed would do no-one no good. Therefore he ignores the fact he's lacking a few essential items of clothing to actually feel at ease in public, and pays attention to whatever it is which they think his regained sex life is to blame. At first all he can hear is the whisper of the shower running, but...
"...wrapped in your arms tonight, just makin' love...! Music and candlelight, stars up above...! I'm in heaven! Seems like heaven! So much heaven...!" is the extremely off-key singing coming from inside the bathroom, and Leon feels his eyes threatening to bungee-jump out of their rightful sockets.
"He's been at it all morning," Aeris informs the dumbstruck Leon ruefully. "We're afraid he's just stopping once the hot water runs out."
"So, you made him like this, you're the one who stops him!" Yuffie says, all the while fussing with hairpins inside the lock. It opens with an abused click, and both women shove Leon inside before any steam can pour to the hallway.
Cloud just stops singing to the showerhead when Leon slings an arm around his waist, pulling him flush to his body while the blond cuts the song off in a squeak. "In heaven, huh?" he all but purrs against his ear, smirking at the red flush crawling up Cloud's face. "I like how that sounds."
Leon hopes the girls don't stay around after that, because for someone who's such a bad singer, Cloud can be quite the screamer.
Especially when icy-cold water falls on them both.
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BONUS E-COOKIES AND INTARWEBZ FOR ANYONE WHO KNOWS THE SONG. GOOGLE-ING THE LYRICS IS PUNISHABLE WITH ZEROMUS' BLEEDING COCK [extra bonus if you get THIS reference] AND I'LL KNOW IF YOU'VE DONE IT. 8D
X-Posted to otp_100 and leonxcloud.
I hope I can start posting the Something Series soon enough. >0<
Title: Shower Line
Pairing/Characters: Cloud/Leon, Yuffie and Aerith.
Warnings: Lulz fic. Also, not beta'ed.
Word Count: ~640
Rating: PG-13ish for blatantly hinted, and mentioned, sex. And language. Not entirely worksafe.
Summary: Feels like heaven. Only, not.
A.N.: Written for the otp_100 challenge, under theme #82, Singer.
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"Okay loverboy, time to get the hell awake!" is the high-pitched shout that brings Leon jumping to awareness, reaching for the gunblade that should be on his bedside table. 'Should' being the operative of the situation, seeing as there's no bedside table, let alone a weapon, for his arm to reach.
Leon blinks a couple of times before frowning - if nothing else, out of habit -, and his eyes stray to give him at least an idea of what mess he's gotten himself into. What he finds is his very naked self wrapped loosely in someone else's bedsheet, atop someone else's bed, inside someone else's pretty bare bedroom. The only things in the place are the wardrobe, a little desk by the side, clothes that look very much his own strewn everywhere, and a titanic blade by the door where a petite ninja stands fuming.
Buster sword. Oh yeah, right. Cloud's room. Last night they've... Oh yeah, right. Yuffie's gotten it down perfectly with 'loverboy', not that he's about to tell her that. The well-fucked look on his face should be telling everything already, not to mention she's caught him on Cloud's bed and...
What is she doing there, anyway? And what isn't Cloud?
"What is it?" he growls, wrapping the bedsheet more securely around his waist as he slips cautiously to his feet. Yuffie is so irritated she doesn't even pretend to look away and give him some privacy - not that he truly believes she'd do so in whatever state of mind.
"You caused it, you're so fixing it!" Yuffie hollers, grabbing him by the forearm and guiding him out of the room before Leon can open his mouth in protest. "Not only you bang the stupid bed all night long, with all the 'fasters' and 'harders' and 'oh yeahs' to top, but now we've gotta deal with this!" and then she throws him toward the bathroom door, where Aerith waits with a bathrobe in her hands and a sheepish smile for him.
"It's not like we're not happy for you two-"
"Leviathan knows how bad you needed to get laid!" Yuffie interrupts, earning herself rising eyebrows from both brunets.
"-but, Leon... This is a bit too much, I think." Aerith finishes, gesturing to the bathroom door behind herself.
He decides right then that getting embarrassed would do no-one no good. Therefore he ignores the fact he's lacking a few essential items of clothing to actually feel at ease in public, and pays attention to whatever it is which they think his regained sex life is to blame. At first all he can hear is the whisper of the shower running, but...
"...wrapped in your arms tonight, just makin' love...! Music and candlelight, stars up above...! I'm in heaven! Seems like heaven! So much heaven...!" is the extremely off-key singing coming from inside the bathroom, and Leon feels his eyes threatening to bungee-jump out of their rightful sockets.
"He's been at it all morning," Aeris informs the dumbstruck Leon ruefully. "We're afraid he's just stopping once the hot water runs out."
"So, you made him like this, you're the one who stops him!" Yuffie says, all the while fussing with hairpins inside the lock. It opens with an abused click, and both women shove Leon inside before any steam can pour to the hallway.
Cloud just stops singing to the showerhead when Leon slings an arm around his waist, pulling him flush to his body while the blond cuts the song off in a squeak. "In heaven, huh?" he all but purrs against his ear, smirking at the red flush crawling up Cloud's face. "I like how that sounds."
Leon hopes the girls don't stay around after that, because for someone who's such a bad singer, Cloud can be quite the screamer.
Especially when icy-cold water falls on them both.
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BONUS E-COOKIES AND INTARWEBZ FOR ANYONE WHO KNOWS THE SONG. GOOGLE-ING THE LYRICS IS PUNISHABLE WITH ZEROMUS' BLEEDING COCK [extra bonus if you get THIS reference] AND I'LL KNOW IF YOU'VE DONE IT. 8D
X-Posted to otp_100 and leonxcloud.