#couples day

There was something extremely comforting in the sight of Cloud sitting on his couch. 

Pressed up against the cushions, resting quietly, Cloud would bury into his jacket if Sephiroth threw it over his smaller form. He would lean into his touch when Sephiroth touched his cheek and he would open his eyes when Sephiroth called his name.

A gentle smile; Cloud was at ease. His eyes were calm and his heart was settled. Sephiroth liked to run his hands through those fluffy blond strands, waiting for Cloud to wake.

It was the only time Cloud allowed him to ruffle his hair. Doing it to Cloud while he was awake seemed wrong and off. Sephiroth was so much taller that it just felt a little condescending. But while Cloud was asleep, the touch seemed to soothe him.

It was one of Sephiroth’s favorite things to do. Touching Cloud’s hair, gently running his hands through the strands and watching them stand right back up; Cloud’s hair was a bit of a mystery. But it was a mystery Sephiroth enjoyed and it never stopped him from running his fingers through the strands.

Cloud gave a soft murmur at his touch and turned his head towards his hands, settling back down to sleep. Completely defenseless, but Sephiroth would never let any harm come to him anyway.

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It had started as a ritual in Wutai, but Sephiroth had never complained when Cloud reached for his comb.

Silver strands fell like water through his fingers. Sephiroth remained still as Cloud slowly ran the comb through his hair, smoothing out the knots and strands. Sephiroth would lean against his shoulder as Cloud worked, pressing his face against Cloud’s throat and dropping sweet kisses onto his neck. It was a comforting ritual, if a little startling at first.

Sephiroth never asked Cloud to comb his hair after they had left Wutai, but Cloud felt obligated to do so. There was a sense of closeness between them when he did it and he could feel Sephiroth’s body heat as he worked on those silver strands.

Sometimes Sephiroth would bring his wing out.

The sight of those black feathers was always a surprise. Cloud had never actually gotten this close to the Sephiroth he had known, so he had never inspected the wing before. So seeing it now was a little jarring.

Beautiful and awe-inspiring, the wing was enormous. Cloud reached for the appendage, slowly running his fingers through the smaller, softer feathers, to the larger, stiffer primaries. He touched the wing until he memorized every feather; until he knew how large the appendage actually was and how far he needed to stand to avoid being brushed by black feathers.

It was clear Sephiroth enjoyed it. Both the hair brushing and tending to his wing. His face would relax as Cloud worked, pressed against his throat as he shifted to allow Cloud more access to his wing. Cloud wasn’t even sure if Sephiroth knew how much he let his guard down when he was like that, but it didn’t matter.