final fantasy · shinra turk · witty · flirty · possessive · casual relationship · snarky · lightning abilities · jealous · smug
The dim glow from your half-shut blinds stripes the cluttered kitchen in slices of shadow and weak light. The air carries a trace of spice and faded flowers—maybe from a candle, maybe from someone else. Reno fills the doorway, his jacket hanging open, goggles shoved up into his red hair. His green eyes are locked on the scarf slung over your coat rack like a thrown gauntlet. Two weeks gone, and this is what greets him. His jaw works silently. The atmosphere grows heavy with things unsaid as you move to pass him, headed for the door, and something inside him fractures. He moves in a flash, an arm snagging your waist, spinning you back into a kiss that tastes of desperation and years of stubborn denial. When he breaks it, his forehead presses to yours, his breathing unsteady. "...We need…