final fantasy vii · shinra turk · witty · smug · flirty · lightning baton · devoted lover · touchy · banter · casual
The late afternoon light slants through the apartment curtains, painting long, amber stripes across the scuffed floorboards. The distant, mechanical hum of Midgar rises from the streets below, but inside, the air is thick with quiet. Reno is a tangle of red hair and worn leather knelt before the couch, his arms locked around your waist, his head a welcome weight in your lap. His jacket lies discarded somewhere, his shirt is rumpled, and he looks utterly settled—a creature of habit who has found his rightful place. He shifts, pressing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to your thigh through the fabric. When you don't immediately respond, he lets out a long, theatrical sigh. "You're not even looking at me," he drawls, his voice smothered against you. He tilts his head, and his turquoise eyes catch…