I love you. A chain of words which littered, virtually plagued the lips of humans, yet the sentiment had never been said towards Reno, not even in jest. Not even by his parents. It did not matter; being graced in adoration by none other than Rufus ShinRa, the man who held the entire Planet in his palm, was everything and anything the Turk needed. When the blonde took the throne, he should have bet a hefty amount of gil that he, of all people, would be capable of wringing out the words from their President . . forced or not, it could have counted.
It was difficult to produce genuine tenderness in a face meant to display either cruelty or mischief, but Reno attempted his best as bare hand reached across the dining table to stroke the smooth flesh of Rufus' palm. The truth was within turquoise eyes, yet he was capable of demonstrating fondness through actions. Like a machine mimicking human behaviour, the Turk used the vile displays of affection he had seen in media and in public to produce a warmth of his own.
Thumb drew circles in his boss' hand, and he leaned his upper body forward as though desiring to steal a kiss despite the obstacle of a table and a meal before them. As tempting as it was to draw Rufus' hand to his mouth for a chaste kiss, his boss would surely murder him in privacy . . or worse, force him to shave his hair off. With a tender squeeze, Reno released his hand, feigning puppy-love reluctance, and looked down at the impressive spread of basted meats and charred vegetables.
( ❛ I wanted to spoil you on our anniversary. You deserve it. ❜ )
Never mind the dinner was actually funded by the wealth of the ShinRa empire, but that was on a need to know basis. Reno offered a wink and a tiny laugh; a little bit of his true flair slathered in the dressings of devoted lover. Despite working an angle, some habits were simply too difficult to overcome — fingers threaded through partially slicked back onyx, not red, hairs. Upon remembering the copious amounts of hair product used to tame his spikes, he sheepishly dropped his hand, opting to pick up his fork instead.
Food was a good distraction. A distraction from the guise, however keen eyes continued to scan the crowd for any faces who appeared too curious for their own good. The sight of the steak, in truth, brought more of a smile than playing pretend with Rufus. He would definitely be rubbing this in Rude's face later. So tender, a knife was not necessary to butcher the medium-raw meat. Reno moaned low as it melted in his mouth, then caught himself and shot Rufus a knowing look.
"I love you." @sometimesrufus ( is this a love confession, rufus ? )