On Purpose (FF7: DoC [PG-13])
Title: On Purpose
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Reeve/Yuffie
Summary: “I think you should lie down,” he says, his face increasingly closer as he stares into her feverish eyes.
She might be dying. He flashes her that slow, ready smile and her stomach cramps up in five thousand different knots. She wants to vomit all her insides out until she’s empty and the feeling can never return again. She wants to do more than groan and claim lingering airsickness.
And why this happens, how this happens, she doesn’t know. But he does it to her. When he presses an ice pack into her hand and helps smooth back her hair, she shivers. And she fears she might just die. Oh gawd, this sucks to hell and back.
“Yuffie, are you sure you’re alright?” Reeve asks and she forces herself to nod in fast, jerky motions that rattle her brain. She is not going to say no. She is not going to say, ‘move your hand down four inches from my shoulder and tell me that does not so make you hot for me’. Mainly because she’s afraid he’ll gap and pause, then laugh and tell her she's a cute, little kid when she says inappropriate things.
“I think you should lie down,” he says, his face increasingly closer as he stares into her feverish eyes. And he’s doing this on purpose. She knows it. He’s playing games with her and damn it if she won’t slap him into forever ago if he doesn’t stop it.
She waves off his supportive hand and settles back into her sulk. He doesn’t withdraw and it becomes steadily more awkward with his face so close to hers. And then the van they’re in lurches and he stumbles. He slams into her and ends up pressing her against the wall as the WRO vehicle shakes and gets back on track on the bumpy road they’re being chauffeured along. Their foreheads hit painfully, but that’s not as sudden as his mouth mashing against hers in some sort of pseudo-kiss of fate and extreme embarrassment that she might possibly die from.
When he pulls away he’s blushing and who knew Reeve Tuesti could blush. She herself never blushes, being an awesome ninja who can hide her every emotion behind an impenetrable poker face. She knows her eyes are wide and staring regardless. “S-sorry,” he stammers, so unlike calm and collected Tuesti.
And then he leans in and kisses her again, as sweetly as the moving van allows.