[ The doors of his car click shut, and Midgar's noise fades behind soundproof glass. Reeve hasn't cut the engine yet, though the hum of it does little to distract from whatever it was that lingered between them. The drive back to Shinra Tower had been uneventful on the surfaceβ typical small talk between them, the occasional sideways glanceβ but something had shifted. The air had grown thick with something that had perhaps always eluded them, an attraction obscured by title and distance. But things are different now. Like a flower in bloom, Rufus is now president, and the proximity has a way of reminding Reeve.
He knows it the moment Rufus closes in, deliberate and unapologetic. There's no room for mistaking intent. Reeve is kissed before he has time to think, breath caught as lips press to his. A second kiss deepens with a soft flutter of tongue; Rufus tastes like the wine from dinner.
It isn't that Reeve didn't want this, because he had. He still does.
The thought had crept up on him over the past few months. It came when they made eye contact across a conference table, when they were alone in the elevator, when Rufus left carefully controlled silence between them. And yet, Reeve still worked so hard to pretend it hadn't. For the sake of his own sanity, for what integrity he still had left. For the fear of what might follow, should they make the mistake.
And now here it happens, all at once.
His hand finds Rufus' shoulderβnot to push him away, but to ground himself. As their mouths part, barely, he mutters. ]
Is this alright?
[ Against Rufus' lips, Reeve's voice is hushed, unsure if he's asking for permission, clarity, or both. ]
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He knows it the moment Rufus closes in, deliberate and unapologetic. There's no room for mistaking intent. Reeve is kissed before he has time to think, breath caught as lips press to his. A second kiss deepens with a soft flutter of tongue; Rufus tastes like the wine from dinner.
It isn't that Reeve didn't want this, because he had. He still does.
The thought had crept up on him over the past few months. It came when they made eye contact across a conference table, when they were alone in the elevator, when Rufus left carefully controlled silence between them. And yet, Reeve still worked so hard to pretend it hadn't. For the sake of his own sanity, for what integrity he still had left. For the fear of what might follow, should they make the mistake.
And now here it happens, all at once.
His hand finds Rufus' shoulderβnot to push him away, but to ground himself. As their mouths part, barely, he mutters. ]
Is this alright?
[ Against Rufus' lips, Reeve's voice is hushed, unsure if he's asking for permission, clarity, or both. ]