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Summary: When one doesn't succeed, try and try again, no matter how futile it might seem, eventually you'll get somewhere. Besides, sometimes half the fun is the journey.
Pairing/Characters: Reno and Yuffie
Setting: FF7
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Type: One Shot Drabble
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by Square Enix, however, the story, ideas, interpretations and original characters all belong to me

Time and patience. Those were two the things the Turk hated most, especially when coupled together.

Subtlety. That was another one of the redhead’s nemesis, especially when teamed up with time and patience.

Reno was in absolute hell.

The bastard had been through a lot of shit in his life, but none more aggravating, irritating, impossible, and failure ridden as his current objective.

He had told her flat out what he wanted.

She decked him in the face.

He tried again, not being so vulgar and graphic.

She decked him in the face.

He tried just taking it from her.

She kneed him in the balls.

He tried to tease her about it.

She just turned, walked away, and didn’t talk to him for a week.

He tried giving her roses and candies.

She promptly tossed them in the garbage and rolled her eyes while doing so.

The poor redhead was running out of tricks and ideas, which is how he found himself in the middle of the estrogen laden pit, his skin crawling with all the flash, fashion, and sparkles. He knew he should have just gone to one of his underground venders to obtain the object he desired, but the Turk knew that if this plan had any chance of succeeding, it needed to be classy. It needed to be alluring, but in a professional sort of manor. It needed to be seductive, but in a demure sort of way. If the bastard wanted to get his hint across to the girl, everything needed to be just right.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Reno cringed at the overly helpful voice that mystically seemed to appear out of nowhere. He hated these god damn places. Anything that was immersed in the real world, the Turk had problems feeling comfortable in, making him more agitated than normal.

“Yeah,” the asshole spat out rather aggressively. “I want those ones.” The redhead was direct as ever.

“A marvelous choice! What size?”

Reno had to stop and think. He had no fucking clue.

“… she’s 5’2”, has plump C sized breasts, round hips,” and of course the Turk was framing out the hourglass measurements with his hands as he spoke, as if illustrating the matter visually actually helped, “...wit’ long slender legs an’ lilies fur feet.”

The attendant blinked at the redhead, but somehow the information answered the question. “I’ll be right back.”

In a matter of moments, the clerk returned with a box, bringing it to the register for the irritated suitor to pay. The Turk had no complaints and quickly exchanged the goods for money. Shoulders hunched in annoyance, the redhead stomped his way over to his destination, breaking and entering into the domicile and placing the newly acquired "gift" on the table.

With a heavy and nervous sigh, the redhead removed the four inch, red stiletto heels from their box and, after closing the lid, placed them on top for display. The epitome of fetish wear. This was the idiots attempt at a subtle hint that he was interested in her. A subtle hint that he wanted more from her than just sex because… dude… he actually invested TIME in his crude attempt to woo her despite it being disguised as a prank. Deep down the Turk knew this attempt was going to fail just like all the others, but the asshole in him just couldn’t help himself. The look on her face was going to be absolutely priceless when she arrived back home, his punishment sure to be severe, but it was going to be worth it. He at least needed to try.

So the masochistic redhead would attempt to give her a gift.

A gift he knew she was going to imbed it in his shoulder.

But in the end, isn’t that what foreplay is all about?

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Summary: When one doesn't succeed, try and try again, no matter how futile it might seem, eventually you'll get somewhere. Besides, sometimes half the fun is the journey.
Pairing/Characters: Reno and Yuffie
Setting: FF7
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Type: One Shot Drabble
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by Square Enix, however, the story, ideas, interpretations and original characters all belong to me

Time and patience. Those were two the things the Turk hated most, especially when coupled together.

Subtlety. That was another one of the redhead’s nemesis, especially when teamed up with time and patience.

Reno was in absolute hell.

The bastard had been through a lot of shit in his life, but none more aggravating, irritating, impossible, and failure ridden as his current objective.

He had told her flat out what he wanted.

She decked him in the face.

He tried again, not being so vulgar and graphic.

She decked him in the face.

He tried just taking it from her.

She kneed him in the balls.

He tried to tease her about it.

She just turned, walked away, and didn’t talk to him for a week.

He tried giving her roses and candies.

She promptly tossed them in the garbage and rolled her eyes while doing so.

The poor redhead was running out of tricks and ideas, which is how he found himself in the middle of the estrogen laden pit, his skin crawling with all the flash, fashion, and sparkles. He knew he should have just gone to one of his underground venders to obtain the object he desired, but the Turk knew that if this plan had any chance of succeeding, it needed to be classy. It needed to be alluring, but in a professional sort of manor. It needed to be seductive, but in a demure sort of way. If the bastard wanted to get his hint across to the girl, everything needed to be just right.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Reno cringed at the overly helpful voice that mystically seemed to appear out of nowhere. He hated these god damn places. Anything that was immersed in the real world, the Turk had problems feeling comfortable in, making him more agitated than normal.

“Yeah,” the asshole spat out rather aggressively. “I want those ones.” The redhead was direct as ever.

“A marvelous choice! What size?”

Reno had to stop and think. He had no fucking clue.

“… she’s 5’2”, has plump C sized breasts, round hips,” and of course the Turk was framing out the hourglass measurements with his hands as he spoke, as if illustrating the matter visually actually helped, “...wit’ long slender legs an’ lilies fur feet.”

The attendant blinked at the redhead, but somehow the information answered the question. “I’ll be right back.”

In a matter of moments, the clerk returned with a box, bringing it to the register for the irritated suitor to pay. The Turk had no complaints and quickly exchanged the goods for money. Shoulders hunched in annoyance, the redhead stomped his way over to his destination, breaking and entering into the domicile and placing the newly acquired "gift" on the table.

With a heavy and nervous sigh, the redhead removed the four inch, red stiletto heels from their box and, after closing the lid, placed them on top for display. The epitome of fetish wear. This was the idiots attempt at a subtle hint that he was interested in her. A subtle hint that he wanted more from her than just sex because… dude… he actually invested TIME in his crude attempt to woo her despite it being disguised as a prank. Deep down the Turk knew this attempt was going to fail just like all the others, but the asshole in him just couldn’t help himself. The look on her face was going to be absolutely priceless when she arrived back home, his punishment sure to be severe, but it was going to be worth it. He at least needed to try.

So the masochistic redhead would attempt to give her a gift.

A gift he knew she was going to imbed it in his shoulder.

But in the end, isn’t that what foreplay is all about?