[Final Fantasy VII] [Fanfiction] [In Our Twisted Kingdom] Every Whisper
Title: Every Whisper
Series: In Our Twisted Kingdom
Started: 15/2/2006
Finished: 15/2/2006
Word Count: 806
Pairing: Reno/Tifa
Rating: PG
Previous chapter: The Raging Silence
Disclaimer: Yada yada, FFVII and its characters belongeth not to me.
A/N: Spoilers for Advent Children. Don't say I didn't warn ya.
Theme #2, Week 2, Romance
Every Whisper
Reno approaches the abandoned church cautiously, EMR out by his side while Rude pulls back the safety on his gun. Following Kadaj’s ‘visit’ to Healin’ and call to his brothers, Rufus ordered them to return to Midgar immediately to find Cloud. Tense minutes of no one picking up the phone and the ‘Closed’ sign at Seventh Heaven - they pick the lock and find no one first, of course - have lead Reno and Rude to the next most likely place to find Cloud - and Tifa, he adds - in the abandoned church where the only flowers grow.
Upon entering the church and noticing two figures in the flowerbed his eyes narrow slightly, lips curling into a silent snarl. When nothing comes leaping out at him as he stalks down the aisle, he makes his way - mustnotrunmustnotrunmustnotrundamnit - to her side, crouches down and presses fingers against the soft skin of her neck, feeling for a pulse. When he feels her heartbeat pulse against his fingers, his breath lets out in a whoosh, and the corner of his lips quirks up, just slightly. Reno knows that Rude’s attention sharpens when he brushes her hair - soft satin, black - away from her face, but he doesn’t care.
She looks as if she's sleeping, black lashes heavy against her cheek, fingers curled slightly. Flicking a quick glance around the church, he surveys the damage: splintered benches and broken pieces of wood lie scattered along the aisle; chunks of shattered granite lie on the floor. In some places, the flowers look like they’ve been trampled on, and from the debris around him, it looks like Tifa put up a good fight.
Curled up beside Tifa is Cloud, and Reno wonders what the hell he's doing knocked out, since, considering the time frame - and Cloud's hard head - the spiky-haired blond couldn't have gotten back to Midgar fast enough from Healin to be in time for the fight. The furniture would have been a lot more torn up too, come to think of it.
Movement and rustling in the grass shows that Rude has waded into the flowerbed now as well, and he shifts over slightly when his partner picks up Cloud with a grunt - the added weight of the sword he carries must be heavy- and slings him over his shoulder. Giving him The Look that says "hurry up" Rude wades his way out of the flower bed, leaving Reno with Tifa.
Suddenly nervous, he sits in the flowers, debating silently how he should carry her without waking her up until Rude's frustrated - and this time verbal - "Hurry up, Reno" moves him into action and he shifts Tifa slowly onto his back so that her arms are slung around his shoulders and his arms are under her knees. He swallows convulsively as he tries not to think about the way her cleavage is pressed against his back, the feel of her hair against his neck, and her fingers that lightly dangle against his chest.
All the way back to Seventh Heaven, he is aware of every quiet breath she takes, of the slight vanilla scent he smells on her skin - which is definitely not from being knocked out in the flowers, he notes - and the way her hair tickles his neck.
There is a moment where he freezes in midstep when she murmurs something inaudible against his back, and her fingers curl into his jacket, her arms drawing closer around his shoulders, as if she's snuggling against him. He relaxes again when she makes no further movements, and the rest of the long walk back to Seventh Heaven is comforting and peaceful, and he wonders just what it is about her presence that makes him feel so at peace in one instant, and nervous in another.
They enter this Seventh Heaven this time without picking the lock - Reno fishes the key from Tifa's pocket - and the two Turks and their charges make their way up the stairs slowly, trying to avoid limbs from banging into the granite walls and into that one large room with two beds. Rude unceremoniously dumps Cloud none-too-gently onto the bed, grumbling, but Reno takes his time, slowly, slowly shifting Tifa onto the other bed just so she doesn't wake.
Already he misses the feel of her skin, the silk of her hair as he straightens up from the bed, and the look on his face is pensive as he steps back, exchanges a glance with Rude and exits the room, his partner close behind.
He waits down in the bar with dusty ghosts - and her scent - and a bottle of gin with his partner for her to wake. Reno has already memorized the feel of her skin, the scent of her shampoo and her quiet sleepy murmurs.
At least if he never gets to touch her again, he has these memories.
Series: In Our Twisted Kingdom
Started: 15/2/2006
Finished: 15/2/2006
Word Count: 806
Pairing: Reno/Tifa
Rating: PG
Previous chapter: The Raging Silence
Disclaimer: Yada yada, FFVII and its characters belongeth not to me.
A/N: Spoilers for Advent Children. Don't say I didn't warn ya.
Theme #2, Week 2, Romance
Every Whisper
Reno approaches the abandoned church cautiously, EMR out by his side while Rude pulls back the safety on his gun. Following Kadaj’s ‘visit’ to Healin’ and call to his brothers, Rufus ordered them to return to Midgar immediately to find Cloud. Tense minutes of no one picking up the phone and the ‘Closed’ sign at Seventh Heaven - they pick the lock and find no one first, of course - have lead Reno and Rude to the next most likely place to find Cloud - and Tifa, he adds - in the abandoned church where the only flowers grow.
Upon entering the church and noticing two figures in the flowerbed his eyes narrow slightly, lips curling into a silent snarl. When nothing comes leaping out at him as he stalks down the aisle, he makes his way - mustnotrunmustnotrunmustnotrundamnit - to her side, crouches down and presses fingers against the soft skin of her neck, feeling for a pulse. When he feels her heartbeat pulse against his fingers, his breath lets out in a whoosh, and the corner of his lips quirks up, just slightly. Reno knows that Rude’s attention sharpens when he brushes her hair - soft satin, black - away from her face, but he doesn’t care.
She looks as if she's sleeping, black lashes heavy against her cheek, fingers curled slightly. Flicking a quick glance around the church, he surveys the damage: splintered benches and broken pieces of wood lie scattered along the aisle; chunks of shattered granite lie on the floor. In some places, the flowers look like they’ve been trampled on, and from the debris around him, it looks like Tifa put up a good fight.
Curled up beside Tifa is Cloud, and Reno wonders what the hell he's doing knocked out, since, considering the time frame - and Cloud's hard head - the spiky-haired blond couldn't have gotten back to Midgar fast enough from Healin to be in time for the fight. The furniture would have been a lot more torn up too, come to think of it.
Movement and rustling in the grass shows that Rude has waded into the flowerbed now as well, and he shifts over slightly when his partner picks up Cloud with a grunt - the added weight of the sword he carries must be heavy- and slings him over his shoulder. Giving him The Look that says "hurry up" Rude wades his way out of the flower bed, leaving Reno with Tifa.
Suddenly nervous, he sits in the flowers, debating silently how he should carry her without waking her up until Rude's frustrated - and this time verbal - "Hurry up, Reno" moves him into action and he shifts Tifa slowly onto his back so that her arms are slung around his shoulders and his arms are under her knees. He swallows convulsively as he tries not to think about the way her cleavage is pressed against his back, the feel of her hair against his neck, and her fingers that lightly dangle against his chest.
All the way back to Seventh Heaven, he is aware of every quiet breath she takes, of the slight vanilla scent he smells on her skin - which is definitely not from being knocked out in the flowers, he notes - and the way her hair tickles his neck.
There is a moment where he freezes in midstep when she murmurs something inaudible against his back, and her fingers curl into his jacket, her arms drawing closer around his shoulders, as if she's snuggling against him. He relaxes again when she makes no further movements, and the rest of the long walk back to Seventh Heaven is comforting and peaceful, and he wonders just what it is about her presence that makes him feel so at peace in one instant, and nervous in another.
They enter this Seventh Heaven this time without picking the lock - Reno fishes the key from Tifa's pocket - and the two Turks and their charges make their way up the stairs slowly, trying to avoid limbs from banging into the granite walls and into that one large room with two beds. Rude unceremoniously dumps Cloud none-too-gently onto the bed, grumbling, but Reno takes his time, slowly, slowly shifting Tifa onto the other bed just so she doesn't wake.
Already he misses the feel of her skin, the silk of her hair as he straightens up from the bed, and the look on his face is pensive as he steps back, exchanges a glance with Rude and exits the room, his partner close behind.
He waits down in the bar with dusty ghosts - and her scent - and a bottle of gin with his partner for her to wake. Reno has already memorized the feel of her skin, the scent of her shampoo and her quiet sleepy murmurs.
At least if he never gets to touch her again, he has these memories.