365 Hours with Rufus Shinra (FFVII: Rufus x OC)

ch7. dear self, can you, please, stop being so f*cking stupid?

SLEEP WAS KIND to her for once. Alas, she did not remember herself sleeping like that. It was only once that she had woken up from a nightmare that night. Usually, she'd have many nightmares, and she'd wake up many times. But once the morning light penetrated her eyelids, and she opened her eyes allowing it in, she remembered it all. She remembered jumping up with a scream and waking him as well. She remembered him helping her out with breathing as if he knew exactly how to help her.

No. It couldn't have been. Her mind must've been playing tricks on her. Yes. There was no way he had helped her. There was no way he had hugged her afterwards and helped her sleep. But if that hadn't happened, then she couldn't explain why she didn't have nightmares for the rest of the night.

And then, she realised, her head wasn't lying on top of the pillow, nay- it was resting on a man's chest, and that man could be no other than Rufus Shinra. She recognized the light grey t-shirt that he had put on before going to sleep. She listened to his heartbeat pounding rhythmically beneath his chest and she found her arm thrown across his belly. Her eyes widened. Panic struck her right away.

What the hell was she doing? No. This was wrong in so many ways, on so many levels. Sure, they were on intimate terms because of their deal, but this? This?! If it happened again, things would get out of hand. She wasn't supposed to sleep with him. She should have refused and retreated back to her bed, and sink in her nightmares on her own, because that was how it had been all these years, and she had avoided useless things such as attachments. She wasn't supposed to be attached to him. Of all people. The son of the man who had fucked her company.

He was stirring from his sleep, and that's when she broke away. Panic struck harder this time. She found herself in a sitting position. Her cheeks flushed a bright red and she hated that she couldn't hide it somehow.

"I- I- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to come t- this... this close..." she stuttered way more than she expected she would. Oh Gaia- this was too awkward. She pushed the bedsheets away from her and she tried to stand up "...I should probably leave and go get dressed for breakfast. You probably have somewhere to go, and I wouldn't want to delay you-"

"Hannah," He cut her. He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and he propped his head above a second pillow. "People greet each other good morning when they wake up," He said sarcastically and she found herself trying her best not to punch him across the face.

"Right," She said, and from the silence that followed, she realised what he wanted her to do. "Good morning, Rufus,"

"Good morning, Hannah," He turned his back on her and buried a hand beneath his pillow. "Get back to bed, we got six more hours,"

She raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

And that's when he remembered he had forgotten to tell her "We fly for Costa del Sol in the evening,"

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They had arrived the same night. The summer vacations were near and there were already people coming to stay in that place and enjoy the sun's heat and the numerous resorts that rested by the largest beach in the world.

Hannah found herself staring around her in amazement. The only reason she had visited Costa del Sol in the past, was to strike deals, and even back then, she wasn't staying in five-star hotels. This one definitely did look like a five-star hotel, even though, she had never been in one.