In My Darkest Hour, You Were There - Reno (Final Fantasy VII) x Turk Reader

Chapter 5

A/N: I hope you're all enjoying the story so far, and if you've read this far thank you! Just as a forewarning, this chapter contains smut and is NSFW! 

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To Reno's credit, despite the obvious sexual tension between you, he doesn't pounce on you as soon as he closes the front door behind you. He might be quick and hot-headed at work, but it's very clear to you that he wants to do this right. This is something that sends a shimmer of warmth through you, and something you definitely appreciate because as much as a part of you is screaming go bedroom now, most of you wants to take some time to just be with him, to enjoy his company and spend time together away from everyone else - no work, no responsibilities, no keeping up appearances, just you and Reno, your entire focus on one another with nowhere else to be until you're back at work tomorrow morning and the supposed chaos of dealing with whatever the hell the fallout is from Sector 7 begins. You swiftly push these thoughts aside as Reno takes your coat and offers you a drink, deciding to forget all that for a night and just be. It's at this point that you notice Reno looking at you thoughtfully.

"What's up, baby?" you ask, a little confused.

"Nothing major," he reassures you, "Just wondering if you wanted to borrow some of my clothes instead of sitting around in your work suit. Might be comfier for ya."

You're not entirely sure why, but the idea of wearing Reno's clothes almost floors you. Maybe it's the domestic intimacy of sharing clothes, maybe it's the idea of wearing something that will likely carry the comforting and familiar scent of his detergent and perhaps even faint traces of his cologne, or maybe it's just the fact that it's Reno, and somehow he manages to find a way to make you melt with everything he says and does. Perhaps you've got it too bad for so early in a relationship, but it's hard not to when Reno is, well, his amazing self.

"Um, babe, you good?" Reno's voice snaps you out of your daydream, and you flush deeply at the realisation that you practically short circuited at him offering you some clothes.

"Oh, ahah, yeah I'm all good," you chuckle sheepishly, "That'd be great, thank you."

You expect him to tease you for zoning out, to smirk and look smug about the effect he has on you, but, much to your surprise, he doesn't. He simply looks at you with those shining eyes and a smile tugging at his lips as he chuckles softly to himself and says,

"Alright, I'll be right back."

It's as this happens and he heads through to his room to grab some clothes for you that butterflies flutter in your stomach as you realise he's got it just as bad as you, and that you're absolutely more than okay with that. Like Reno said yesterday - screw the cheap-ass play of taking things slow and acting less interested than you are just because it's early days. As Turks, your jobs involve a hell of a lot of covering your backs, hiding your vulnerabilities, and lying if and when necessary, so it's refreshing to be able to be so raw, open, and authentic with someone - especially when that someone is a man you've cared deeply about for so long now, and who miraculously feels the same way about you.

You shake away the soppy thoughts as Reno comes back through with a white v-neck (of course) t-shirt, cosy looking hoodie and some jog pants, and hands them to you,

"Here ya go," he says, looking pleased with himself, "This is my favourite hoodie, so ya better not steal it, but it's all yours for tonight. Just like me."

You chuckle softly at his cheesy choice of words, and internally berate the blush that rises to your cheeks,

"Thank you, you dork," you say, taking the clothes from him with a grin.