#closso

Cloud wasn’t flirted with. It was kinda a rule of the world at this point, one he was very comfortable and secure in.

He was standoffish and inhuman, mako-enhanced and detached from most things going on around him. Generally people didn’t like him. Generally he didn’t like people. It worked out pretty well in his favour.

Or maybe it was that he was too dense to notice when he was being flirted with? That was... apparently a possibility. One he was suddenly being made aware of as Rosso stuck herself to his side, taking his hand in one of hers in a hold that was definitely possessive as she glared down, well up but even from her lacking height it felt like she always looking down at everyone around her, at the women in front of him.

“Take your pathetic attentions elsewhere worm,” Cloud sighed, closing his eyes as Rosso spoke. Really? And here he was thinking they were starting to get over calling everyone a worm, pest or similar descriptive, shows what he knew. “Go find someone more to more level to fraternize with. Shoo.”

“Rosso,” he said, turning to look down at her but she remained focused forward, staring down at the girl. “You’re supposed to be being nice, remember?”

“You’ll like it,” he promised, shooting her a wide smile, unseen by her covered gaze. “It’s not bad or dangerous, just a nice, new experience.”

“I already stated that I believed you.” There was a smile accompanying her words though, easing the sting of the short words a bit. “You do not need to insist.”

“I know,” he said, seeing their destination coming up and lengthening his stride. She adjusted her own stride thoughtlessly, falling into sink without comment. “We’re almost there.”

Rosso didn’t say anything in response, simply humming softly as he continued to lead her until they came to a stop. She remained quiet as Cloud released her hand to move around her and remove the blindfold, only speaking once she’d glanced around their new surroundings. “It is a fence.”

“Yup,” he agreed, grin wide from the excitement filling his own chest. He really couldn’t wait to see how this turned out, it was going to be great.

“You blindfolded me, to show me a fence?” Her question was spoken slowly, brow furrowed over her eyes. Her gaze moved between Cloud and the fence in front of them, obviously trying to piece the puzzle together. “I do not understand.”

“There’s one more thing,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small wooden whistle. He handed it to her, ignoring the raised brow she had fixed him with. “Go on, blow it.”

“Is this an erotic thing?” She asked him, cocking her head at him, causing him to almost choke on his surprised laughter.

“No! Just use the whistle!” He said once he’d gotten his breath back, gesturing her to do so despite her concerned look.

She raised the carved piece to her lips and blew into it hesitantly, sending a high, piercing sound into the air around them. It hung in the air, lingering for several seconds before fading completely, replaced by a distinctive kweking sound.

The sound of quick footsteps rapidly approached them and seemed to startle Rosso; she stiffened at the sounds, a sharp line of tension next to him and held in place only by his relaxed presence next to him. She fixed him with a sharp look, watching him intently as whatever was approaching them neared their position.

Her gaze snapped away from him immediately when Snow came into view, focusing instead on the soft-yellow bird approaching the fence. She came to a stop on the other side of the fence from them, peering at them with intelligent blue eyes.

She stretched her head towards them with a demanding noise, waiting expectantly for the attention she wanted.

Rosso stared at the bird, taking in its appearance and behaviour. Cloud felt his chest puffing with pride at the stunned expression on the other’s face, this was exactly the response he had wanted to get.

“She wants you to give her some head scratches,” he said softly, nudging her forward towards the Chocobo. “Her feathers are very soft,” he added on as she remained rooted in place, lifting her arm with his own and guiding it towards Snow’s still bent-head.

He’d definitely chosen the right bird to introduce Rosso too first; Snow was one of his older ones and was very quiet and unhurried as a result, she’d been sweet and patience when Marlene and Denzel said they’d wanted to see his birds and she was doing the exact same for Rosso now. She’d definitely earned herself a treat after this.

Rosso’s fingers twitched within his grip before reaching forward herself to sink her fingers into soft, pale-yellow feathers, scratching the bird’s scalp hesitantly when Snow uttered a pleased noise at her initial touch. She gained confidence after a few moments of listening to the bird’s content sounds, moving as close as she could to the fence separating them from the Chocobo and smiling softly at the animal.

Cloud stepped forward himself, his own hand rising to Snow’s feathers and running his fingers through them. “You can get closer if you want,” he offered, feeling Rosso’s gaze snap to him at his words. “Snow’s not going to mind as long as you keep giving her attention.”

She had jumped the fence before Cloud had finished speaking, using her new position to sink her fingers in the bird’s feathers once again, searching out the places that Snow enjoyed the most. She last about ten seconds longer than Denzel had before pressing her face into the soft feathers of Snow’s chest, nuzzling into the soft, comforting down.

Snow lifted her head from where Cloud had been scratching under her chin, turning towards Rosso and starting to groom her hair. He watched them for a few minutes, reaching for his PHS and taking numerous photos, for his eyes only, of course.

“You like her?” He asked, drawing Rosso’s attention back to him. She remained where she was, turning her head just enough to look at him. Her eye was wide and shining as she looked at him, blinking slowly as Snow continued to groom her hair while making soft kweking noises. “You wanna see the others?”

“There are others?” She blinked slowly, words muffled by soft, yellow feathers. She sounded so excited by the notion, like the notion of other Chocobos being around hadn’t even crossed her mind.

“They get lonely on their own,” he informed her, jumping the fence himself to join her next to Snow. “And I used to race them so I’ve got all my retired Chocobos here.”

“Are they all like this?”

“There are a few different colours,” he answered with a shrug, rubbing his hand over Snow’s cheek when she butted her face against his own. “Snow’s one of the softest though.”

“And,” she trailed off momentarily, lifting her face from Snow’s feathers to focus on Cloud. “I can pet them all?”

“Well, yeah,” he said, moving around Snow to tug Rosso towards the barn the rest of his Chocobo were most likely gathered around. “There might even be a few Chocochicks around, if we’re lucky.”

“‘Chocochicks’?”

“Baby Chocobos,” He answered, hearing her breath hitch in her chest at the suggestion of baby fluff birds being around. He cemented the idea of getting one for her once they’d finished their trip around Gaia, he had the idea that she’d really enjoy raising one for herself.

The man he’d hitchhiked with dropped him off at the entrance to Nibelheim, leaving him to his own devices as he continued on to Rocket Town. The frost-covered town hadn’t changed at all in the two years since he’d last been there, it was still the same log-houses and ancient architect it had always been, the town remaining stagnant as the world changed around it.

Another reason he liked Midgar; the new and modern look and feel of the city was far different than what he’d grown up with, almost enough to make up for the rampant pollution and corruption within the giant city. He’d missed the fresh air though, Midgar just couldn’t compare to the brisk mountain air that Nibelheim offered.

He huffed a breath, taking a step into the village; procrastinating wasn’t going to help him.

The peaceful quiet lasted a minute, maybe two, before someone called out, recognizing him almost immediately.

“Whaddya doin’ back Cloud?” “Thought you were too good for us!?” “We don’t need people like you here!” “Go back to the city with the other faggots!”

He hadn’t missed this.

He ignored them, letting their voices wash over him as he continued the trek to his Ma’s house. He kept his head high though, not allowing them to see that their words affected him; that would only give them more ammunition to use against him, something he definitely didn’t want.

His Ma ushered him into the house once he arrived, door already open and waiting for him, most likely alerted by the voices of the other villagers. She watched him closely, concern practically radiating from her form as he moved past her into the house.

“When I said I wanted you to remember me, I meant a call every now and then.”

“I had the time,” he said, waving off her words. He sat down on the old, worn couch in their living room, she joined him a moment later, fixing him with a probing look. “Plus, there’s something I wanted to tell you, something I couldn’t really say over the phone.”

He could feel the heat in his own cheeks, rising more as his Ma continued to stare at him. She knew exactly what he was going to say; he could tell she could, and there really wasn’t much that he absolutely couldn’t tell her over the phone.

“You actually met someone?” She asked, shifting closer to him, watching him with wide, blue eyes. “Oh, I’m so happy for you! Tell me who he is!”

“Actually,” he started, dropping his gaze from hers and focusing on the empty fireplace across from them. “It’s, uh… it’s Rosso.”

Silence. And then, “you’re dating who?”

“Commander Rosso?”

“I thought you liked men?”

“I am,” he rolled his shoulder, sure he had explained this to her once before. “I like women too though. And I’m dating one, because I like her, a lot.”

“Ok then,” she breathed, he glanced at her to see her looking at her hands with a thoughtful expression. “She’s good to you though, right?”

“Of course,” he answered, turning to give her a reassuring smile. “Things have been going well between us, so far.”

“That’s good,” she responded, returning his smile easily. “As long as you’re happy, that’s what matters. Now,” she settled back against the couch, a teasing grin on her face. “Tell me about what you’ve been up to since you left, don’t think I didn’t notice those eyes of yours, mister.”

Rosso’s eyes shifted away from him, focusing on the faint, faded pattern on the back of the couch instead, and, if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, she was pouting a bit. Which was not fair. At all.

“So,” he started, jumping right into the issue. “You put Reno into tractition.” Her brows furrowed, mouth  twisting in a scowl but she didn’t reply. “And almost did the dame to Rude. Anything you wanna say about that?”

“They do not let us spar when you are away.” The statement was angry and irritated, the former-Tsviet’s frustrations directed towards the back of the couch as she still wasn’t looking at him. “And he was attempting to provoke me.”

“I’d say he succeeded from what Reeve told me,” he mused, watching as she curled further into herself. He sighed softly, keeping his voice light as he made a suggestion. “Maybe we should find something else for you to put your energy into?”

“… You mean like Nero’s knitting thing?” She asked, incredulousness colouring her voice and finally causing her to uncurl from her position. She stared at him, crimson eyes intent and focused. “I do not think that would suit me very much.”

“No,” though he was amused by the thought of her sitting with the local knitting group, trying to figure out how it was supposed to work. She’d probably destroy something out of her frustration. “I was thinking of something a bit more physical; like sport or something.”

“I am willing to try anything you suggest,” she told him, leaning forward to slump against his side. “You have probably grown weary of receiving calls from Tuesti.”

“Don’t worry,” he shrugged, not thinking much of it. “The Turks should really know better and they’ve got Mastered Cures.”

“You are only saying that to make me feel better.”

“Of course I am.”

~

Most of the sport teams in Edge wouldn’t let an enhanced human play with them, so that ruled out all of those sports, and Rosso didn’t find the individual activities interesting enough to hold her attention for more than a day.

Tifa had suggested dancing, when Cloud told her what they were doing. It would keep Rosso occupied with the added bonus of keeping her fit outside of combat, dancing was also pretty close to fighting so that could only help, right?

Rosso seemed to be enjoying the lessons, or at least Reno hadn’t been back to emergency in a while, so he assumed she was. She had taken to treating it as a competition between herself and the others in her class, something elevated by the actual competitions between Rosso and her classmates.

Rosso’s hyper-competitive nature gave her a bit of an edge, mainly that she could practice for hours on end without growing discouraged at continuous failures. There was also the fact that she had quite a bit more free time and endurance than the others, that definitely helped.

Sometimes, she let him watch her practice, which he enjoyed immensely. He liked watching her move without having to worry about needing to get out of range of her attack, it was very enjoyable.

He decided that he might suggest a couples dancing lesson or two, she might enjoy those as well.

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?Cloud does, he wants to show Rosso everything the surface has to offer withleads to a lot of adventures and having to explain things to her, which may ormay not force Cloud to consider his own thoughts and viewpoints on things. Rosso still has no concept of money and she prefers to expend effort on thingsfor Cloud; ‘You were tired after returning so I went out and killed somethingbefore cooking it, I hope you are pleased.’

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?Rosso does; she considers it an absolute show of trust, to make herself sovulnerable around someone else. She’ll sprawl out on the couch with Cloud, sohe can ensure that no danger approaches her while she’s vulnerable; a habit shehasn’t been able to lose since her DEEPGROUND days. Cloud will fall asleep on her on occasions and she feels very proud of herselfthen, that he’s extending that same show of trust to her is very gratifying,especially after a fight; they’ll be bloodied and bruised and he’ll justcollapse on her, uncaring of the fact that they both still held their weaponsin their hands. Rosso likes those moments, they’re good.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked andwho yells at them to put on some clothes?This is definitely Rosso (have you seen her outfit?) She’s so unashamed of itand doesn’t understand why Cloud keeps handing her things to change into whensomeone is planning to appear in their home. They’re warm and soft though, soshe’ll usually humour him and put the things on but they’re off the moment the guestleaves.

4: Which one tells theother not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?There are days when Rosso just won’t settle and won’t be able to sleep whichleads to a lot of coaxing on Cloud’s part to try to convince her to at leastlie down instead of whatever she’s doing, it doesn’t always work, and she’llspend some nights pacing the entire apartment tense and waiting for someone totry to attack them, often alone but occasionally Cloud will stay awake withher. The occurrences die down eventually until they only really happen after aparticularly tense or trying day.

5: Which one tries tomake food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells themthat it’s okay and makes them both cookies?Rosso can’t cook for the first few months out of DEEPGROUND at all, it’s aterrible mess of frustrating lessons and trying to figure out what she’s doingwrong. Cloud makes cookies for the both of them because cookies are good, heremembers making them with his Ma after a bad day and they helped so he makesthem, explaining everything he does as letting her see exactly what he’s doing.She can help him more the next time they make them.

6: Which one reads OTPprompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?It’s more like Rosso asking “Is this supposed to be us? Are we going this ‘romance’thing wrong?” because she doesn’t under the society on the surface and on occasionsshe worries that she’s doing things wrong. Cloud tells her that relationshipsare widely different depending on the people in them and that theirrelationship was perfectly fine.

7: Which oneconstantly wears the other’s clothes?The only way to get Rosso into formal wear for the stupid parties Shinra andReeve invites them to is for Cloud to wear the dress in advance, which is a funday. She mostly resists now just to see him in the fabric, he may or may not beentirely aware of that.

8: Which one spendsall day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”Rosso would spend the day running errands to try to do a nice thing only to becomeextremely irritated when Cloud points out that she’s forgotten something beforeleaving and possibly terrifying everyone around her as she retrieves the thing.Cloud’s very grateful to her for going out and doing all the things so he triesto calm her down and reassure her that it’s alright that she forgot one smallthing, to varying results.

9: Which one drivesthe car and which one gives them directions?Cloud drives while Rosso gives incredibly accurate directions, down to the mile.She was given extensive lessons in reading maps of all kinds while inDEEPGROUND, they won’t become lost on her watch.

10: Which one does theposing while the other one draws?Rosso definitely poses for Cloud whenever he asks her to, she’s used toextended periods of stillness and she enjoys having all his attention focusedupon her for that duration.

11: If they were aboutto rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one isstrolling behind with a bag of chips?Rosso would be doing backflips just to prove she could do it, probablybecause Cloud’s dared her to, and while it would be safer to do it in a morecautious manner, she’s going to prove that she can do it this way. Cloud’sslowly regretting the dare, but not because this is hilarious.

12: Whichone of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stopdrinking?Neither of them really overdoes it with the alcohol; Rosso doesn’t often partakein it and Cloud over really has a few drinks with friends on occasion, so theydon’t really have that problem.

13: Which one likes tosurprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?Cloud will bring Rosso things back from his deliveries; little knick-knacks or thingspicked up from the local market to bring back, little bits of other people’sthoughts and lives imprinted on wood or stone or ceramic. She’s curious aboutthe objects and the reasons behind him and has a large list of places she wishesto go after she’s ‘allowed’ to leave Edge.

14: Which one keepsaccidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?Rosso doesn’t have a last name and ‘Strife’ is so much easier to say than ‘theCrimson’, so she’ll use Cloud’s last name when she needs one or when she’sforced to introduce herself to people. Cloud’s friends tease him about this relentlessly.

15: Which one screams about the spider andwhich one brings the spider outside?Neither of them screams but Cloud needs to quickly take the spider outside elseRosso will kill it; spiders were very dangerous creatures down in DEEPGROUNDand many, many people died to their venom. She’s not taking any chances, shewatches Cloud very closely as he disposes of the arachnid, weary of thecreature biting him and ready to cast an Esuna on him if it does.

16: Which one gives theother their jacket?Rosso will not get a jacket for herself! And when she finally does, shedoesn’t take it with her anywhere! Cloud keeps shoving his jacket at herbecause ‘I can SEE your lips turning BLUE! Take the stupid jacket and STOP FREEZING!’

17: Whokeeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?The first time Rosso is threatened by one of Cloud’s friends, she’s offended onhis behalf and the fact that they think they need to intercede on his part in amatter that does not concern them. She ensures they know her stance on thewhole ‘shovel talk’ concept before leaving.

18: Who’s the first oneto admit they have feelings for the other?Cloud was, Rosso has no idea how emotions worked and didn’t have the knowledgeto realize that her lust for Cloud had grown into something a bit more. Cloudwas fully expecting to be turned down, kept to a casual sex partner, butinstead he had the trying task of explaining that particular set of emotions toRosso and somehow ended up with a kinda, maybe girlfriend? He’s not to sure fora while afterwards.

19: How good would yourOTP be at parenting?Terrible. No. Don’t give them children. Rosso would be an awful parent. Nevergive her a child. Ever.

20: Whichone types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?Rosso has the perfect grammar typing and while Cloud does the text speak whensending messages to his friends, he doesn’t to her because she gets confused byit (so does Vincent)

21: Who gets attackedby a bully and who protects them?Systematic discrimination is something they’d both have to deal with after literallyeverything that’s ever happened, and while Rosso doesn’t notice it at all, refusingto let the opinions of others affect her but Cloud’s a bit softer than she isand while she doesn’t see the point of defending herself from someone sobeneath her, she’s on board for defending Cloud from those people, often to theextent of extreme violence.

22: Who makes the badpuns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?Neither, Rosso doesn’t get puns and Cloud hates them just the tiniest amount.If anything, Tifa makes puns while they’re around, simultaneously trying toteach Rosso about humour and making Cloud cringe.

23: Who comes home fromwork to see that the other one bought a puppy?Rosso comes home to see that Cloud’s picked up a puppy/kitten, fully vaccinatedand with all the supplies the animal would need, as if he’s been planning thisfor weeks instead of it being a spur of the moment decision.

24: Which one gives theother a piggyback ride when they’re tired?Rosso refuses to show weakness, of any kind, if they’re coming back from aspar and she’s broken her ankle or leg during the fight then she might acceptit but beyond that, nope. Cloud will accept them shamelessly, Rosso’s verystrong and she could probably carry him for days.

25: Whichone competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealouscheering?Rosso’s so very competitive it’s not funny, she do her best to crush any opponentbeneath her heel. Cloud’s her very soft cheerleader, laughing at her for howintent she is to best all the children in the video game (I’m imagining Minecrafthere and Cloud insisting to her that it’s not a competitive game even as shemakes amazing structures, art pieces and murders any that come near her extensivenetwork).

26: Whotakes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?Cloud takes the selfie to capture the sweet image forever, because this neverhappens like this and she’s so cute and oh god Tifa help me I’m in affectionwith a maniac!

27: Whichone would give the other a makeover if they asked?If Rosso asked then Cloud would give her one, she askes him for help preparing forformal parties, because make-up is hard and she really doesn’t care to learnit.

28: Which one owns apet that the other is absolutely terrified of?Neither, I don’t think Rosso actually knows what fear is (aside from beingstrapped to a cold metal table as faceless figures in white stare down at you,sharp implements in hand. That’s fear) and Cloud loves all the animals ever.

29: Which one holds theumbrella over both of them when it rains?Rosso loves the rain so much, she loves being in it and Cloud has to force herto stay under the umbrella so she doesn’t catch a cold but it never works outthe way he wants it to and the umbrella often ends up on the ground as theybecome soaked to the bone (this is actually a really cute scenario and I needto remember it for later).

Cloud’s gaze was focused on the woman lying on a couch a few feet from the glass that divided them, watching her intently as she moved with an ease and grace he didn’t usually see in land-dwellers. He didn’t usually bother with those that lived on the land at all, but here he was, watching Rosso intently as she positioned herself comfortably, burning wings relaxed on her back and stray flames burning on her skin.

Perhaps his fascination was all the worst because she was a flame fairy, a race that was the complete opposite to himself, a water dragon. But he couldn’t bring himself to care that others would think him foolish, he adored his fire fairy and knew that she returned those feelings.

If it had been safe then he’d been lounging with her, his mouth in place of her hand as he pleased her. But it wasn’t, his form was always wet; due to his tail and legs being made entirely of water, and he might have seriously hurt her if he did the things she wanted him to to her.

Fire Fairies didn’t tolerate water very well, it doused the flames that burned along their skin and their wings, flames that didn’t easily reignite.

Which lead them to their current arrangement; Rosso, sprawled naked on her couch and Cloud, in a tank that lead to the ocean outside awaiting their guest of the evening. While he mightn’t be able to touch her the way he wanted too, they could still please each other; if only with arousing displays and the rush that complete control over his actions brought her.

A shift in the water around him indicated that the water dragon Rosso had invited for the night had arrived, turning towards him gave him his first look at the male. He was much larger than Cloud was, though his claws were shorter than Cloud’s own, most of his danger was in his sheer size and strength than it dealing out sharp, cut attacks like Cloud.

His shaggy grey hair fell in his face, drawing attention to his dark blue eyes and the markings on his face that identified him as a darke from the western seas. He was an impressive figure, as were all the guests Rosso chose, and Cloud was sure that he’d end up very bruised by the end of the night.

Shifting from the corner of his eye, told him that Rosso had shifted into a position to better watch their foreplay; something that never failed to excite her.

A moment where nothing occured passed between them, then they were on each other; attacking with everything at their disposal. It was a flurry of spines, claws and tails as they bludgeoned and slashed at each other, each trying to subdue the other first. Cloud was forced to his back first, fine sand rising around him as he snarled up at the other dragon; snarls shifting to a harsh yowl as the drake over him thrust into him, cock sinking into his body.

The dragon above him snarled loudly, growls rumbling in his chest as he forced himself into Cloud, taking him over and over again as Rosso watched them with intent, focused eyes.

He glanced towards the fire fairy on the other side of the glass, groaning when he saw her fingers were buried within her body. His cock twitched at the sight of her; pleasing herself to the sight of the larger water dragon using him like this.

An increase in tempo had his eyes clenching with a sharp guttural noise, body straining as the male over him grew closer to his orgasm. He panted heavily, claws scratching at the other until he stiffened over him; cock spilling into him.

The other male rutted into him through his orgasm, stopping once he’d finished and leaning over him. Cloud struggled under the other’s weight, his own cock still hard and twitching against his skin.

But his actions only spurred the other into motion; causing him to start to move within him once again. He snapped sharp teeth up at the other male but couldn’t free himself from his grasp and remained in place.

Turning his eyes towards Rosso showed the fire fairy running a wicked tongue over her soaked fingers, flames burning contently around her form. She blinked when she noticed his eyes focused upon her, leaning back where she sat and spreading her limbs so he could see the wetness of her core.

The sight of her sent arousal straight to his cock and he spilled between himself and the other water dragon’s body with a growl of his own. He relaxed under the other’s movements, lying there as he used him; the night was still young and dragon’s were well known as a particularly vigorous race. They could be there for hours.

“Come on, darling,” Rosso purred, sliding her fingers into Cloud’s hair, scratching at blond spikes to relax him. It worked momentarily, the blonde’s shoulder relaxing as he sighed softly, leaning into her hands and the slight pain, her metal-covered fingers sent through his system as they scratched at his hair, possibly opening the skin beneath. “You will give me what I want, will you not?”

“We’re on Cid’s airship,” he breathed, hands falling to hold her in place by a grip on her waist. “The other’s could walk in at any moment.” He reminded her, gasping when she leaned forward and bit at his jaw, sharp teeth nipping at his skin.

“I have locked the door,” she told him, grinning against the reddening skin left by her teeth. “They will not disturb us here, not now, darling.” She pushed him back until his knees hit the edge of the bunk behind him, pushing him down and climbing into his lap once he was sitting.

He swallowed heavily, staring up at her with wide eyes as she considered him, wicked smile promising things that weren’t appropriate for their current circumstances. “But they might come looking for us,” he tried to reason, quickly losing any care he had to fight with her. “Someone will probably want to talk to me at least.”

“Then it is in your best interest to be quick, is it not darling?” She purred, leaning down to capture his mouth in a forceful, demanding kiss. He groaned into her mouth, opening under the insistent press of her tongue against his lips and allowing her into his mouth to explore as she wanted. She pulled away from him after a few minutes, both of their chests heaving for air as she fixed him with an expectant look. “I believe I just gave you an order, SOLDIER.”

The way the final word rumbled in her chest had his cock twitching in his pants, and he moved his hands to do as she wished him to; sliding his hands down the bare, pale flesh of her hips, by-passing the piece of armour covering her groin for the moment to focus on the fabric that covered the majority of her legs.

The buckles were difficult to release with the distraction that Rosso provided, remaining on his lap and turning her attention to whatever flesh she could reach, mainly the bite mark she’d already left on his jaw. He eventually managed to get the buckles undone and was sliding the fabric down her thighs when she stopped him, taking a hold of his hands and directing them to her armoured torso.

“You are not skipping to the best part,” she purred, the words low against his skin. Her hands lifted his own to the plates covering her shoulders, leaving them there as metal-covered fingers returned to his hair, threatening to cut skin. “Are you, darling?”

“No,” he gasped, gripping at the metal beneath his hands. His fingers spread out, searching for the hidden clasps that would remove the red metal from Rosso’s body, then he’d be free to remove the gauntlets from her hands and from there the only difficult piece to remove would be the piece of armour that covered her lower abdomen and the fabric that rested beneath. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

And he wouldn’t, there was something immensely gratifying about removing Rosso’s armour, about being allowed to pull apart her metal and hard edges to reveal the soft skin that lay beneath. Not to mention that he didn’t want to incur a punishment, not here away from the security of his home at least.

He wasn’t particularly interested in sharing that particular part of their relationship with his friends, they probably wouldn’t be too accepting of that if they saw it.

He hummed triumphantly when his fingers found the clasps, letting him lift the metal from Rosso’s shoulders and setting them to the side, out of the way. Then he slid his hands down to the gauntlet that wasn’t currently resting in his hair, finding the small clips and clasps that would release the metal from around her arms and let her remove her limb from it.

She flexed her fingers once they were free from her gauntlet, sinking them into his hair before offering the other one to him for the same treatment. Once her other hand was free, they joined his own as they pull Rosso’s shirt from her body, leaving her torso bare in the chill air of the room. She pulled him towards her once her limbs were free of her shirt, capturing his mouth with her own and tangling their tongues together, holding him in place as his hands removed her bra from her breasts.

Once it was gone, flung across the room to join Rosso’s shirt, his hands fell to the armour at her waist. The piece was ornate and deadly, razor-sharp and dangerous, it suited Rosso. Cloud’s hands were careful as they moved around the piece, long practice and many previous injuries telling him exactly how to remove it.

Once the piece was free from Rosso’s body, Cloud’s fingers showing a few more scratches from the effort, he hooked bleeding fingers into the fabric that hid the last bit of her body from his gaze. She watched him closely glowing, red eyes focused on him as he slid the fabric from her body, dragging it down her thighs until it was just above the fabric that covered the rest of her legs.

“Good boy,” she praised, sinking teeth into the flesh of his neck before leaning back, arms wrapped arm his shoulders. “You may move us.”

He stood once she had finished speaking, lifting them both before turning to place her on the bunk and kneeling before her. She sunk her fingers into his hair, playing with the bloodied, blond spikes before her as Cloud ran his hands over the muscle of her thighs and calves.

“Go on,” she urged after a moments, tugging on his hair. “I know what you want.”

Cloud shivered at her words, pressing his face against the covered muscle in front of him, swallowing heavily. “Ok,” he said, more strengthening his own resolve than replying to her. His hands moved to one of Rosso’s heeled boots, fumbling with the buckle before managing to undo it, hesitating once it was loose until another tug at his hair spurred him into movement and he removed the boot from her foot, repeating the process with her other boot before he became distracted.

He kept his gaze focused on the fabric he still had to remove, pulling the stockings and underwear from her legs. He rested his face against her knee was she was bare to his eyes, staring up at her with mako-blue eyes.

She returned her gaze, pleased smile in place as she slid her fingers from his hair, resting her palms on the bunk as she lifted her other leg. “Go ahead,” she said, resting her delicate foot on his thigh. “You’ve earned it.”

He groaned softly, hands moving to her naked foot, raising it to his mouth, pressing his mouth to the flesh. He lavished the limb with attention, mouth moving over the arch of her foot until he could wrap lips around one of her toes, tongue moving around the digit intently, ensuring he didn’t miss a single bit of skin.

Rosso groaned above him but didn’t move her limb away and let him continue to indulge, so indulge he did.