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[Thread: Cid, Reeve, and Vincent] Oh, baby, you so fine.

May 11, 2007 15:31

Who: Cid Highwind (without_sky) Reeve Tuesti (littleblackcait) and Vincent Valentine (and_it_aches)
What: Vincent's bringing Reeve some male clothing, and invited Cid along for the ride~
Where: Reeve's room; 2315.
When: After Reeve's fifth post.
Rating: ... Jesus. PG-13? R? Dear, sweet God.

( Man, I feel like a woman. )

cid highwind, vincent valentine

Comments 15

without_sky May 11 2007, 19:50:38 UTC

Cid could be patient a man when waiting for something he wanted. He could be incredibly patient...but today, he was just too goddamn amused to be anything else. He killed the time waiting for Vincent to arrive by watching others reply to his other friend's distressed entry. This was the second (third?) entry of Reeve's that could be described using that word, but none of the others had been for quite the same reason as this.

"A fuckin' woman." the pilot chuckled, wide grin etched onto his face. Of all the crazy shit that had happened to all of them, over the years...

Well this just took the fucking cake.

When he heard Vincent's knock, Cid dictated a quick see-you-later to Wolfina and rose, tossing his journal over onto his bed.

"I'm comin'." He opened the door, and waited a second or two before walking out completely and shutting the door.

"I wouldn't miss this shit for the world."

littleblackcait May 11 2007, 20:09:51 UTC

In his- her?- room, Reeve was busy tangling with the evil contraption known as the 'bra' when he- she- he, dammit, because under the breasts and smooth skin and lack of facial hair he was still a man- heard the familiar metallic rap of Vincent's claw on his door. "Hold your chocobos, I'm coming," he grumbled, his voice slightly higher and softer- more feminine- than the norm.

Without giving it much thought, Reeve flung open the door to his room, hands on his rather curvy hips and glared at the two men on his doorstep. he was dresses- barely- in a pajama top that was half-unbuttoned and exposing cleavage marred by a line of stitches, the tails of the shirt long enough to provide what could very loosely be called modest covering of his butt ( ... )

and_it_aches May 11 2007, 20:31:49 UTC

Those had to be the largest breasts he'd ever seen. And Reeve was barely keeping himself--herself?--covered. Vincent let Reeve take the undergarmets without a word, however, and shook his head as he stepped inside. He frowned at Reeve's scandalous shows of skin--he'd need to remind the man (gah, woman?) not to do certain things a man would do in public. Dressing appropriately would have to be a first.

If Vincent were a coarser sort of man, or one particularly interested in women that were not sweet Lucrecia... He glanced at Cid, and was guiltily grateful the man was unable to see Reeve in this state.

He sighed softly, and eyed the bed. "Will you have me throw these away?" he called to Reeve, padding over and plucking up a lacey red bra. He couldn't help the slight snicker.

without_sky May 11 2007, 20:48:37 UTC

It may not have been the first time, and definitely wouldn't be the last, but now more than any other time during his stay in Cair Paradisa...Cid really fucking wished he could see. How priceless of an image was this?? Speaking of image, maybe he could get Wolfina to take a picture of Reeve while the man was stuck. If there was any shot at getting his eyesight back, he'd take it just to see and laugh his ass off, again.

"Let me guess." Cid started off, moving into the room and shutting the door. "He's still dressed like a goddamn man, so he's gotta be flashing more skin then the hookers back in Midgar." The pilot shook his head, but was still grinning. "I wouldn't bother, Vince. The castle'll probably just shit him more. Besides. He needs 'em. How're we supposed to blackmail the bastard back home without pictures?"

littleblackcait May 12 2007, 01:40:58 UTC

"I don't care! Toss 'em out the fucking window if you want!" was the reply, unladylike words in a woman's voice. He was busily slipping on the boxers- actual coverage, thank Gaia, a bit tight in the rear but sufficient. Thongs weren't his thing, not after hearing Scarlet refer to hers as 'butt floss' on more than one occasion. He'd decided he never wanted to see the damn things.

Reeve could vaguely hear the two out in his room- a very quiet snickering from Vincent, and Cid's comments on blackmail. Bastards. So much for male unity. he tossed the shirt to one side and began tackling the rather difficult task of trying to put on the plainest bra he could find. ".... who the hell invented these things, anyway?" he grouched, trying to get the leverage to fasten the thing in the back without having other things pop out. Reaching backwards just made things jiggle- and it hurt, pulling at the still-healing cuts on his chest. "Oww, dammit ( ... )