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

ch12.2 dear self, can you please stop f*cking falling?

IT WAS THE AFTERNOON OF THE 12TH DAY when she finally could use one of those dresses that she usually put on during business meetings. They were going to dine with the hotel's executives like Rufus had informed her. She wasn't sure why, but Rufus did not look displeased when he saw her in a black boho style dress, with a small V on the chest and only half her back exposed. It reached just above her knees, and her hair was caught back in a bun that failed to keep back a few locks.

He wore a white shirt this time, a black tie, and a black jacket on top. Black pants and black shoes. His hair, the same as always. So simple, yet so perfect. She felt his hand resting on top of the small of her back as the two of them walked towards the elevator. They walked in and waited till they'd get downstairs to the resort's large dining hall.

It took a small moment of silence. His hand was still around her, pressing on the small of her back possessively and she hated that she didn't mind. She didn't mind being his, because after this morning she couldn't quite tell what she was feeling for the man who was now quietly standing beside her.

But she did eye him for a moment and he returned her look with his own. Her crimson lipstick made him want to smear it away with his own lips. The slit on her dress, no matter how smaller it was than the one in the other dress, it still drew his attention down to the creamy skin of her chest. One had to be close to see his marks on her neck and her chest. She had done a good job covering them.

He found her back was pressing against the wall of the elevator behind her and he had trapped her there without even noticing. She was so beautiful tonight. Just like the night before, and the night before. This was their last night there. They would be returning to Junon by tomorrow morning. He couldn't help staring at her. Her own eyes found his, a light-green. Her crimson lips, slightly parted. Her hair, a dirty blonde with black locks hidden beneath. She was breath-taking even though he had had lots of women in his life.

"Rufus...?"

"Yes?"

"Why are we dining with the executives of this hotel?"

It was like he was drawn back from a haze to reality. He sighed. "Since Shinra's offering lots of gil to save this chain of Resorts from their impending debt, the director and his two sons insisted on offering us dinner," It was clearly a task that he did not want to attend, but he was attending it behalf of his dear father. This will all be over soon. He reminded himself.

"And why do you need an escort?"

He sighed once more, clearly displeased. "I regret to say that the director would better consider Shinra's offer if we show something that he'll find to his liking,"

Hannah raised an eyebrow "And what is that?" She had a bad feeling about this. He couldn't be possibly asking her to throw the director to bed so that he could consider the offer. Rufus would never do that. Right?

Rufus spotted the camera in the elevator and that was when he leaned closer, and pressed kisses at the corner of her lips, her cheek, her cheekbone, till he reached her ear. He couldn't allow having the cameras to record this. His hands found their way around her waist, and he trapped her body between his and the elevator wall.

"The director values the sense of family above anything else," Oh. He whispered against her ear, but she wasn't quite sure she had heard right as he pressed another kiss on her earlobe before he pulled back. His hand found hers and he passed something on her fourth finger before he brought her hand up and pressed a kiss on the back of her knuckles. "So, I will also be indulging him with the presence of my beloved bride-to-be,"