Next Time You Call
Chapter 20: Reaping Word Count: 86,484 (total) Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 (post Advent Children) Pairing: Cloud Strife/Rufus Shinra Rating: Explicit
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It’s the alluring aroma of coffee that first rouses Cloud from slumber.
Oddly enough, he isn’t weighed down by grogginess or that certain measure of dread that accompanies yet another day of toil lying at his feet. As he blinks under the comfort of a nice, fat duvet, he’s acutely aware of his surroundings, and with a bitten lip he allows himself to smile. Rufus has already fled the bed, but even that doesn’t bother him. Nothing is bothering him. It’s a new experience, to say the least.
A sumptuous ache lingers where the ropes clung, and the welts still have plenty to say, if he focuses on them.
Not a single complaint.
He can hear the faint sound of a body moving in the room, sitting or shifting positions, and he instinctively knows it’s Rufus. With a languid stretch he faintly groans his arrival to the waking world. Sitting up exposes him at last, the cover toppling down as he lazes back against the headboard to peer over at Rufus, seated at the little table near the center of the room. He’s somewhat put together already, with a familiar pair of pants for lounging peeking from beneath the split of a plush white robe. A white, slender carafe is placed on the table in front of an open chair, patiently awaiting Cloud’s eager hand, but he pauses a beat for his host to acknowledge him.
“He wakes?”