[ he may manage to maintain a sturdy veneer from a distance, but up close, he knows Aerith isn't going to miss the way his breath stutters. honestly, he's done like dinner the second she puts her hand on his thigh like that. see, your first mistake is underestimating this chick. Tseng said, uh, some variation of that to his face years ago, and Reno being Reno, he said yeah, yeah and then went on underestimating her for years. oh, yeah, he for sure caught on to how wily and clever she could be, and a few other bright points in her personality that made stalk—er, "bodyguarding" her a delight (sarcastic and completely not sarcastic at the same time) most days, but he (and Rude) always managed to say, "there's no way she's gonna—" and then she'd go and do the damn thing and then some and there'd be no one to blame but himself.
so here he goes again, thinking he knows exactly what he's in for, and she goes and does all of this. to be fair, she's tanked, and he's had a few himself, but still. goosebumps break out damn near all over when she whispers in his ear, and for once, his motormouth is silent, save for a barely audible swallow, adam's apple bobbing.
and when the bite comes? well, it's not a yell she gets, but he does pull his lips back and hiss. the sound after that is half damn that smarts and damn that's good; the encouraging tilt of his head even further to the side tips the scale a little more onto the side of the latter, though. ]
Fffffuck—you better not be givin' me a hickey, you little shit. That wasn't on the dice!
[ It still counts! someone in the crowd shouts. Reno makes a face at them. nobody asked you, horny rando. (they're right though.) ]
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so here he goes again, thinking he knows exactly what he's in for, and she goes and does all of this. to be fair, she's tanked, and he's had a few himself, but still. goosebumps break out damn near all over when she whispers in his ear, and for once, his motormouth is silent, save for a barely audible swallow, adam's apple bobbing.
and when the bite comes? well, it's not a yell she gets, but he does pull his lips back and hiss. the sound after that is half damn that smarts and damn that's good; the encouraging tilt of his head even further to the side tips the scale a little more onto the side of the latter, though. ]
Fffffuck—you better not be givin' me a hickey, you little shit. That wasn't on the dice!
[ It still counts! someone in the crowd shouts. Reno makes a face at them. nobody asked you, horny rando. (they're right though.) ]