That's a good point....I think my luck's turning around these days anyways.
( as she enjoyed the flavor of the treat in her mouth, she remained silent for a moment, taking in his words. an electronic had told him his fortune? surely it couldn't have been cait sith—
but the idea of her cute friend swinging in to guide things for her in such a way left her face bright red, the color only extending to the tip of her ears once he began to say he wanted to spend even more time with her after the date. of course she was free today, she had fought tooth and nail to prevent anyone from calling her or daring to interrupt this perfect day for her [at least she wanted it to be]. so gently she placed her spoon back into the gelato, taking up another scoop and holding it up towards reeve's lips with a soft and playful smile on her face. )
Of course I'm free, but I'll only say yes if you let me feed you a bit~
( her other hand immediately went to grab his shoulder as she leaned in with an almost menacing look— but really she was just overwhelmingly ecstatic over the prospect of spending more time with him. of distracting him from the fact that while she wasn't the kind of woman he sought, she could be worthy of his affections somehow. )
[ Reeve blinks as the spoon comes at him with intent, Reira's expression far too gleeful for something as innocent as dessert. He leans back a little, not enough to actually dodge, but enough to feign resistance and make things funny. Cait Sith's mischief comes from somewhere, after all. ]
Whoa now. Did I do something to you? Is this revenge?
[ Reeve accepts it anyway though, obedient and mildly incredulous, the gelato melting on his tongue as his eyes squint at her. Still, the ends of his mouth are already tugging upward. He licks his lower lip and huffs a quick breath through his nose, amusement giving way to fondness. ]
Hm, I don't know. This doesn't feel very terrible if it's supposed to be torture.
Revenge? You should be ecstatic a cute girl like me wants to feed you!
( his enthusiasm similar to that shown through cait sith isn't picked up by her, but she came to deeply appreciate how silly he was willing to be for her sake. she could handle being around someone more serious and professional, but when it came to being with someone for the long term, she far preferred someone who could enjoy little things like this.
she might have been a bit too hopeful in those thoughts, but for now she fed him, gently bringing the ice cream into his mouth as she watched him with a bright smile on her face. )
See? Not so bad, isn't it nice to be doted on?
( she certainly enjoyed doing it and having it done to her. thoughtlessly, she scooped up another serving of gelato and brought it to her mouth, not realizing she was indirectly kissing him by doing so. )
[ Modest, isn't she? He likes that. Reeve sits up a little straighter, eyes tracking the spoon as it goes to her lips again. Silver glints at the seam of her mouth, and in Reeve's posture, there's an endearing boyishness to his waiting like he hopes she might feed him a second time. He sits on it, toying idly with his own spoon. ]
Am I wrong in thinking that you'd like me to return the favor?
( truly far from being terribly modest, reira could be quite boastful about certain aspects of herself. as long as it worked in her favor of course but reeve would soon find out that while she was aware of her positive qualities such as her appearance and singing talents, she didn't quite boast about them that much.
for now though she smiled with her own little spoon dangling from her lips, swallowing down the treat before she pulled it away and began to turn towards the gelato once more. she began to scoop up a bit before she stopped—
she wasn't sure when it happened but the more time she spent with him the more safe and comfortable she felt around him. despite not being a woman with a purpose like he wanted, she secretly hoped that even if he did reject her, he'd at least be her friend. so with a soft smile, she turned towards him and held the spoon out towards his lips once more before speaking. )
It would be nice, but you can do it after I feed you one more time okay?
( and when his lips parted for her, she placed the spoon against them and allowed him to take another bite of the gelato. it was as if she read his mind, or maybe she was just too excited to catch another taste of him on her spoon. )
[ He feels less shy now that he's already had a bite. Reeve takes another and grins around the richness of Kalm cherry gelato, its tang settling. Somehow, the flavor matches Reira. After he swallows, he lifts one brow in playful appraisal. ]
So feeding me is just becoming a thing for you then, I see. Didn't know you took directors for pets.
[ He glances away, dabbing at his lips with a napkin our of habit. sharing food has made him more giddy than he cares to admit. ]
What's your favorite icecream flavor?
[ Because right now, all he wants is to learn more about her. ]
( there's a strange calmness in the air between them now that they've spent more time together, promising to hang out after dinner. little by little they're crossing boundaries that even friends wouldn't tread upon but there was no more fear or hesitation in her heart. she stopped overthinking and worrying over what he thought of her and just let herself be. somewhere among the piles of paper filled with fortunes was a little piece of advice telling her to do just that—
and so she did. she smiled at him, pulling the spoon away and setting it back down onto the plate of the gelato as she looked at him so sweetly and yet so playfully. oh what she'd give to truly have him as a pet, all to herself. )
Only the cute ones and you're the only one who fits the bill.
( there's a soft smile on her face as she leaned her elbow on the table, chin resting on the palm of her hand as she looked at him. )
Ice cream? Maybe chocolate....but I don't really indulge in many sweets these days. That's why I got so excited you let me order two desserts because this day as been so sweet, I just wanted to make it a bit more sweeter. What about you?
Careful. That kind of compliment might go straight to my head.
[ Reeve ducks his head slightly as a sheepish laugh escapes him. The candlelight flickers off his cheekbones, catching the faint color rising to his ears. He doesn’t meet Reira’s eyes at first because he’s trying to keep whatever feeling she’s stirred in him from showing too much. ]
I like chocolate too. Rocky road probably, to be specific. It’s hard to find unless you go to a specialty shop, but there’s one in Shinra Tower that’s popular with staff.
[ The evening meanders forward, their conversations easy. When the last of the dessert is gone, Reeve finds that the date has only deepened his comfort with her. Without any awkward lulls, he’s happy to keep going.
Midgar feels different with Reira beside him, like it’s more alive. After a quick drive to Sector 6, the scent of street food hits the air and blinking signs come into view. Reeve’s pace slows as they approach what looks to be a game center. Rows and rows of crane games, each one brimming with plush prizes, beckon to them. His hand drifts toward Reira’s, brushing it lightly but not taking it as he gestures with a nod toward the games. ]
Go on, pick one. I’ve got a good feeling about my luck tonight.
[ His grin is somehow both modest and confident at the same time. ]
( everything about this man was far too cute and precious for someone like reira to truly handle. it was all so new for her— to go on a date with someone and actually have her words and actions be reciprocated. all of it made her feel wanted and as she watched him she couldn't help but wonder if this was normal. was it like this for everyone else who fell in love with the right people? no fears, no worries, no obsession keeping them prisoner over a person who could care less about them?
before she could truly wonder about that though, she listened to his words and remained close, eating away at their dessert and chatting it up. soon though, like a sweeping dream they were off to enjoy the rest of their date like reeve had promised—
another thing to fill her heart with desire and pure unbridled happiness. )
Oh this is all so amazing and fun!
( once they were in sector 6 and walking about, she remained close to him but not quite touching him. they seemed just a bit too dressed up given the more carefree nature of the area but she was far from turning her nose up at it. instead she was nearly bouncing from machine to machine as the sparkling lights filled up her eyes with wonder. she looked at everything and anything before the subtle brush of his hand kept her firm in her place for once. )
Okay you've got it, win me the best plush around here and I might just kiss your cheek~
( an incentive to truly get him going, but maybe she just needed an outlet for all of her energy. eventually though she came across a machine that had a bunch of cat plushies in them, pink and blue, holding hands like a cute couple.
immediately she knew she wanted him to try at this one. )
How about this one? They look so sweet and cute....
[ Reeve steps forward with a mock look of determination, shedding his suit's jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt just slightly like he's preparing for a far more serious endeavor. The claw machine hums softly under the fluorescent lights, its glass case filled with a kaleidoscope of pastel plush toys. He glances at them once, then at Layla, and something boyish flashes in his expression. His hand fishes some gil from his wallet and feeds it into the slot with a satisfying clink. ]
Duly noted. I'll win, no problem, in that case.
[ He grips the joystick, leaning down a little to get a better view of the cats. ]
They are cute, aren't they? The pink one even looks like you, a little bit.
[ With care, he nudges the claw into position, brow furrowed, tracking the line of the prize from both angles like he's plotting a tactical op. ]
How's the claw now? I want to hit the blue one's back leg from the right.
( the moment he began to move forward, taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, reira was left absolutely in a daze. she stared at him just a bit, a soft blush filling up her face as she looked at him and took in all of his details— from just how strong his arms looked, to the way the fabric of his shirt rolled onto his skin, it all just served to make her fall harder for him. soon though she snapped back to reality as he looked at her and she smiled at him gently, tongue briefly rolling between her lips as she turned her attention towards the claw machine.
soon she was pressing her hands against the glass, looking inward as she watched and giggled a bit at his movements. )
Does it? Maybe I should let you keep it so you can keep it as a reminder of our date.
( soon though she was circling around the machine, keeping an eye before speaking. )
Move it just a bit to the right and you should be able to snatch it up! Come on Reeve you can do this, you've got this!
( don't mind her as she curled her hands into fists and jumped around a bit like a little kid, growing more and more excited by this game of chance. )
We could maybe slip some magnets in their paws. They're locked together now, but maybe it'd be better if we could each keep one. It'd be a shame if I won them here and you came away with nothing to take home, right?
[ There's a playfulness in his tone as he suggests it, stepping slightly aside to recalibrate his aim. By now, Reeve's jacket is draped over his shoulder. He looks... different like this. Not Shinra's Executive Director of Urban Planning, but a man leaning over a claw machine in the halo-glow of flickering bulbs, focused with the kind of precision usually reserved for city schematics or field surveys. With only the formality of his necktie holding him back to his title, the rolled sleeves of his dress shirt thoughtlessly display the slope of his forearms. Broad and sinewed, as he settles over the joystick. His skin is lightly flushed from the heat of the early summer air.
Reeve watches the alignment of the claw through the glass as Reira circles around, her voice bright with excitement. Following her instruction, he taps the button— once, twice— until the claw descends. It grips the plush pair of cats with a tinny sound and drags them across the bed of plastic gems and pastel fluff. They land against the prize chute's ledge with a wobble, caught at the edge like someone's breath held in suspense. Reeve readies another couple of coins. ]
I think I want the pink one after all.
[ He says it after some thought, and drops his next gil into the slot to continue. ]
( his words were so simple yet with each one of them there was a strong level of hope embedded deep within them. she could imagine now how they could split them up and put magnets on them, touching when they reunited. she truly was a hopeless romantic no matter how abysmal her own love life had been for such a long time. as he went on though, she simply nodded at his words and kept silent for now. it felt like if she said anything or did anything else, this precious moment would be ruined and she'd be left with nothing more than a memory to look back on in the future.
so she focused and concentrated, watching the claw machine recalibrate and move, with idle glances towards reeve here and there. he truly was a sight for sore eyes, eyes that were parched for something new and exciting to fill the void with. he was becoming everything she could ever want—
but before she realized, the plush was already tumbling down towards the prize chute and fell down. they were just inanimate toys and yet reira couldn't help but look down into the machine, already coming up with a cute love story for them. she'd tell reeve her thoughts but for now she lifted her gaze up to look at him and just how jovial he seemed.
it was endearing, and she couldn't help but smile at him gently. there was far more to this man than just an employee of shinra. he was someone she wanted to one day hold and cherish, she was sure of that. )
Then I get to keep the blue one. We'll stick magnets in their paws and it can be our little secret.
( why invite the rest of the world into what they were slowly building after all? as the gil dropped into the machine, she went back to position to keep an eye out. this time the moogles caught her eye. )
she wasn't sure how or why, but the sound of her name coming from his lips sounded so commanding and even downright melodic, leaving a warm and comforting sensation within her. as his hand left her lap and came towards her face, she closed her eyes briefly and leaned into the touch, absorbing as much warmth and affection as she could. it felt like an eternity that they were here in his car, debating and mulling over the pain in her heart, settling with something far more thrilling and hopeful. the promise of love; because even if he hadn't said those words, she felt like this was the start of something eternal. perhaps it was foolish of her to put so much weight into someone to save her, to offer her the love she's always wanted but...
how many times did she humorously tease and taunt him that she was too much to handle? that her love was suffocating and she was so needy? yet there he remained, assuring her and affirming he didn't want to go anywhere. it was like that now, offering to wait for her and giving her more affection to carry her through the rest of the day.
she'd trust him, she decided as her eyes open and she let out a breathless and soft sound of affirmation. she needed him so much; so lost without his love. )
Ten o'clock sharp.
( she repeated, before she finally pulled from him offering one last kiss to his knuckles before withdrawing and opening the car door, heading out and making her way towards the entrance of the building. reira turned briefly before entering, offering him one last glance charged with so much desire and affection before she turned around and walked inside.
—
after recording what felt like a million songs with varying themes and emotions to them, reira was left with a strange energy she had never felt before in her life. it felt like she had been given a birthday cake, a single candle lit for her to make a wish upon— and she had wished for reeve. when she walked out the studio and saw him there in his car, waiting, she knew he was all hers. there would be no more waiting, no holding back anymore. she needed him far more now than ever and desired him with such a need, she knew it could scare him off.
she could care less.
so she ran towards the car, heels clicking against the cement floor before she dove inside. with the car door closing behind her, she turned in her seat to face him fully before she began to lean over, face only inches from his own. )
You kept your promise Reeve....you're so sweet.
( whether he answered her or not, soon she was kissing his lips all over again. her voice had been a bit strained, but it was clear that whatever sadness she felt before was now far gone; replaced by something far more tender. )
[ The gloss of her lips presses against Reeve, stealing any syllable before it can form. Layla tastes faintly of peppermint tea and ginger drops between songs.
His hand finds her waist and steadies them both, but just over the curve of her shoulder, he sees movement. The other members of Trapnest and staff are beginning to trickle out through the lobby doors: tired engineers, a harried assistant, the blond guy, then Ren Honjo, lighting a cigarette. Takumi comes out next. There's no indication they've seen anything, but Reeve knows how things travel: fast, careless, exaggerated. If even one overly interested person recognizes him in the driver's seat with Layla tucked up beside him like this, it could end up on the front page of a Midgard tabloid.
With visible reluctance, Reeve draws back into an unassuming position. He smiles and shakes his head, petting the back of her hair. After bumming a light off Ren for his cigarette, Takumi can be seen leaning down as he approaches the vehicle. ]
I'm going to get you in trouble with your friends like this.
[ Reeve mutters it, amusement curling low in his voice, subdued now like he knows better than to tempt fate too loudly. The engine rolls to life, and just as the headlights glide across the curb of the studio lot, Takumi knocks lightly on the window until Reeve lowers it for him. ]
"Oh? It's you. I wondered who was driving her back..."
[ Cigarette smoke drifts from Takumi’s nose, lazy and thin, but it doesn't breach the threshold of Reeve's car. ]
Hello. Yes, it's just me. I'll get her back safe.
[ Grey eyes flick between them, narrowing with unspoken questions. He doesn't mention what he thinks this might be— whatever's simmering between the two of them— but the suspicion is plain. His gaze lands on Reira, still nestled in the passenger seat. Takumi sighs.
( it seemed that no matter how fast things felt like they were going, there was always something [or in this case someone] to put the break on things. in her peripheral she could already see her bandmates on the side and while she wasn't particularly interested in hiding her romance from anyone [why should she when takumi flaunted his endless array of lovers without much concern for her feelings?], she felt a sudden urge to protect this. whatever was blossoming between the two now was too precious to let it be looked into and pried into by anyone. so she moved back into her seat with a deep blush on her face, putting her seatbelt on and briefly sucking her lips in before takumi approached.
as the window came rolling down, she stared at him with an unamused expression, even yawning as he spoke to reeve. it was only when his attention was turned towards her that she waved her hand at him and spoke. )
You treat me like a child, of course I won't give Mr. Tuesti any trouble. I was going to fall asleep anyways.
( the words are heavy and filled with lies but they were said to protect reeve— implying that being around such a boring executive could only make her fall asleep, there was certainly nothing going on here. yet that was far from the truth because truthfully she was far more awake and alert now more than ever. )
Let's go Mr. Tuesti, this cigarette smoke is bad for my singing voice after all.
( she turned her head away from takumi, pressing the button of the car door herself to roll the window up and shut him out of their world. when the car finally did start to pull back and roll away far enough from being out of view of anyone, her left hand slowly moved over, falling and resting on his thigh. )
[ Takumi is left comedically appalled, his muffled protests still audible through the glass just moments before Reeve flashes a sheepish smile and eases them out of the driveway. On the road, he feels Layla's hand brush against his leg, and one of his slips from the steering wheel to meet it, palm down. His fingers weaving through hers. As he merges onto the expressway, his eyes remain forward. He squeezes. ]
You were very ready to leave, weren't you?
[ The image of the window going up with Takumi flabbergasted on the other side of it amuses him more than he lets on. It's funny. Reeve wishes he could do it to Heidegger. ]
Did it go well? It's nice having you back to myself again.
( there was so much more she wanted to say and do to show just how amusing it was for her to have this kind of victory over takumi, but truthfully she was far from being in a terribly comedic mood— even if her bandmate was left in the dust with an expression akin to one. no, instead she wanted to focus on reeve and just how strongly her heart was beating. she couldn't believe that any of this was real and while all the signs on the road above them said to 'go slow', she couldn't be made to head caution. she wanted reeve now more than anything—
especially with the way his hand took hers, his strong fingers weaving into her own delicate ones and leaving her mind racing with desire. how incredible would it be to feel those same hands over her body, holding her so tenderly and brushing her hair away as he kissed it. the thought was far too fascinating, it nearly left her in a daze as she looked onward.
it was only when he said those final words that she finally heard him and looked down at her lap with a sheepish expression. )
I was, our time together is precious now more than ever.
( now that their relationship was cemented and the worries in her heart were quelled. )
It did, but really? Did you....miss me that much? I missed you too you know...being able to kiss you again really kept me motivated.
( it's almost downright childish the way she hinged her own work efforts on the possibility of getting to him faster, but her words were far too sweet and endearing, showing just how much she cared and thought of reeve. if he had any worries he wasn't on her mind, hopefully they were settled by now. )
[ His eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckles, brown eyes passing to Layla's reflection in the rearview mirror. ]
There have been days where my motivation to wrap up at the office had been seeing a movie by myself after work. Although, free time's been in short supply for me lately.
[ While stroking the knuckle of her thumb, he finds shifts a lane on the highway that'll carry them back to Sector 0. The city lights and high-rise buildings twinkle the way stars would, could they see past the sheer blanket of mako haze overhead. ]
( as they rode along the highway, the city lights came flickering down upon them, fading in and out as they drove forth. her hand remained within his, the brush of his thumb leaving her filled with so many different emotions and feelings. it was difficult for her to truly focus on anything he was saying because her ears were filled with the sound of her heart beating loudly.
finally though she looked up at the rearview mirror and found herself blushing heavily at his words. she felt she had been going fast, wanting him and debating on whether or not she should make the first move. it seemed he had [even if that wasn't his intention] and she wasn't going to let this slip from her. so she reached out towards the car door with her free hand, finger pressing on the control button for the window. as it rolled down, her long pink hair began to float behind her, her hand moving towards her forehead as she pushed back her hair. she closed her eyes gently, taking in the breeze— particularly cleaner than usual tonight as she mulled over his words.
finally she spoke up. )
I'll go anywhere you take me Reeve....as long as it's with you.
( as the wind blew past her, her blouse became a bit undone, exposing the curvature of her chest. she had been through an endless wave of emotions today but all that seemed to take hold of her now was an airy wave of seduction and confidence. he was hers and she didn't need to fight for him anymore.
the imaginary woman who had a purpose, who she was in competition with was now slain before her. she had won. )
This will be the first time you've brought me over, I finally get to see what you're truly like.
( she turned to face him, a soft smile on her lips as she hummed in amusement. there wasn't any deep meaning behind that but it was becoming clear the two would be doing anything but sleeping tonight. )
[ It makes Reeve think about the cat-shaped secret he's still keeping from her. He’ll have to find the right time to tell Layla, maybe in the morning, or the next time Cait Sith crosses her path on his own. His thumb taps against the steering wheel, the motion light and almost absent-minded. ]
I'm curious what you think I'm like behind the scenes, Layla. Care to enlighten me on that? Do you mean you'll be scoping out my place? I hardly find time to live in it, lately.
( this time her fingers curl from under his grip, sliding over the back of his hand as she comforted him. she had no intentions on prying anywhere she didn't belong nor of making him uncomfortable. not when she finally got what she wanted, he was far too precious for her to ruin things so quicky. so instead she smiled, looking out the window as the breeze continued on lifting her hair up. )
That's alright, I'll decorate for you if you want.
( she's joking of course but it was clear she was becoming far more intimate with him now as her hand drifted from the back of his hand and onto his thigh, her fingers curving just a bit inward. )
I just want to see what you'll do with me in your arms, holding you so tightly and kissing you...
( as they continued driving forth and the community he lived in came into view, she began to feel a wave of arousal and anxiety creeping within her. this entire day had been filled with a wave of different emotions and sensations, and while she was still feeling raw and vulnerable from her own problems in relation to singing and her talents, she was feeling something else within her.
desire.
—
when they eventually came to the front door of his apartment, she was wrapped tightly around his arm and pressed against him without restraint. previously on their dates and hangouts, she'd gently touch him, teasing and testing the waters but now she was showing him who she truly was. someone who craved constant affection and attention from their partner, even in these moments where they were simply walking in. )
Mmm....will you let me stay the night?
( as they walked inside, the question came forth with the softest voice she could muster, rubbing the side of her face into his arm as she waited for his answer. she was far too sweet like this, so affectionate and needy. how could he deny her anything in this moment? )
[ Reeve unlocks the door and nudges it open with his shoulder, letting them in. His arm shifts just slightly to support Layla as she clings to it, and he presses the panel on the wall to light the room. The apartment welcomes them with a quiet elegance: polished wood floors, warm lighting, and neatly arranged furniture. It's expensive, yes, but understated. Tasteful. Lived in without being cluttered, thanks to a discreet housekeeping service he rarely thinks about unless he's expecting guests. Which he usually isn't.
He's aware of the subtle stiffness in his movements as he steps out of his shoes. Hosting someone over like this isn't second nature to him. Not for this kind of company. He's out of practice and he knows it, but Layla's question is still hanging in the air, soft and hopeful. Reeve glances toward her, then smiles, receptive and unhesitant. ]
Of course you can stay. I was hoping you'd want to.
[ He says it without pause, then clears his throat, subtly flustered by how naturally it came out. She's still holding onto him and he hasn't even made it to the living room or kitchen yet. He's not sure which to bring her to. ]
Can I get you something to drink first? Tea, water, wine, whatever you want. —Though I have a feeling we're not going to be worrying too much about hydration tonight.
[ Reeve casts Layla an affectionate side glance, before leading her further in. They aren't in a rush if she's staying the night, after all. ]
( despite clinging onto him as if he were truly a life preserver, she easily slipped out of her shoes, the cold floor beneath them cooling her bare feet. it was all so simple and yet elegant, much like he was and in a way she couldn't help but smile as it became clear she was truly the only woman in his life [would she remain this confident for long? only time would tell]. as they wandered in though, she looked up at him and smiled in return, her face flushed with a soft warmth as she hanged onto every single one of his words. )
Is that right?
( he might have not been implying anything more than the two indulging in tender affection such as kissing and cuddling, but to reira who saw love and romance in everything, it seemed he might have been implying something far more sorted. the idea of sleeping with him after finally being his was appealing after all, and she took no offense to such a thought. )
How about a glass of wine, to celebrate us....finally being a couple? I'm....I'm really happy about that you know?
( wherever he was leading them, soon she released him from her grip, opting to grab his hand instead as she followed along, a seductive sway to her walking. )
[ Reeve leads Layla through the apartment. He doesn't want to let go of her hand, so he doesn't. Only when they step into the kitchen does he glance down at their linked fingers with a quiet laugh and have to let go. ]
You know, it’s a little embarrassing that I might not remember how to use half the appliances in here, but I can at least manage wine.
[ The kitchen is sleek, with marble and brushed steel. There's more than enough counter space for meal prep, though it's clear he rarely does. There are no signs of earlier mess, no dirty glasses or dishes. Just a pristine space waiting to be made properly lived in. Reeve reaches toward a recessed cabinet and pulls free a bottle of unopened red, letting his thumb run along the edge of the foil before reaching for the corkscrew nearby.
Before uncorking, he flips on a small, in-wall speaker, filling the quiet with a soft hum of classic rock— something mellow with guitars that drift like the industrial haze beyond his high-rise windows. He talks while he works, his tone easy and a little distracted by the thought of what'll be happening between them next. ]
I bought this on impulse a while ago. I was told it was good, but it felt like too much to enjoy on my own. Good thing you're here to help me with it.
[ He levers the cork free with a satisfying pop and pours two glasses, color blooming against crystal. Turning back to Layla, he hands one off carefully to her then gently clinks glasses. ]
To us, then.
[ His arm comes to sweep around her waist, drawing her in until their bodies nestle a little closer. He smells like faded cologne and fabric mist, tension coiled beneath the collar. ]
( as her hand slipped from his, she followed behind him and watched him with soft eyes. despite the fact that his home might have seemed sterile, polished, and unlived in, it felt like home to her. far more warm and far more comforting than any other place she had been in whether it was her family home in wutai, or her own apartment, but it felt safe. it was because he was here, illuminating the place like the sun. he had truly done such a wonderful job at quelling her sadness and worries over singing, but far beyond that she was in love, madly in love with him to the point where she couldn't just drink wine, have a few kisses with him and call it a night. she wanted to cement that feeling and as he began to pour the wine, her eyes drifted down towards the glasses. )
I want you to share all of these things with me Reeve....I'll always be here to help you with anything.
( maybe it was naive to say such things, to give her heart away so easily but she couldn't help it. she had been holding back for so long and to finally be accepted, to feel these feeling be reciprocated—
well it made her forget everything and everyone else. for now.
as she scooped up her own glass, she clinked alongside him before allowing herself to be embraced in such a manner, looking up at him with gentle eyes, inhaling the smell of the fresh wine and his natural scent. )
To us.
( she said before taking a sip of her own; when he finally took one, she placed her glass down and reached for his tie, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. her sadness was now truly faded, transformed into desire. )
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dilettante) wrote2025-07-06 11:26 am
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That's a good point....I think my luck's turning around these days anyways.
( as she enjoyed the flavor of the treat in her mouth, she remained silent for a moment, taking in his words. an electronic had told him his fortune? surely it couldn't have been cait sith—
but the idea of her cute friend swinging in to guide things for her in such a way left her face bright red, the color only extending to the tip of her ears once he began to say he wanted to spend even more time with her after the date. of course she was free today, she had fought tooth and nail to prevent anyone from calling her or daring to interrupt this perfect day for her [at least she wanted it to be]. so gently she placed her spoon back into the gelato, taking up another scoop and holding it up towards reeve's lips with a soft and playful smile on her face. )
Of course I'm free, but I'll only say yes if you let me feed you a bit~
( her other hand immediately went to grab his shoulder as she leaned in with an almost menacing look— but really she was just overwhelmingly ecstatic over the prospect of spending more time with him. of distracting him from the fact that while she wasn't the kind of woman he sought, she could be worthy of his affections somehow. )
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Whoa now. Did I do something to you? Is this revenge?
[ Reeve accepts it anyway though, obedient and mildly incredulous, the gelato melting on his tongue as his eyes squint at her. Still, the ends of his mouth are already tugging upward. He licks his lower lip and huffs a quick breath through his nose, amusement giving way to fondness. ]
Hm, I don't know. This doesn't feel very terrible if it's supposed to be torture.
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( his enthusiasm similar to that shown through cait sith isn't picked up by her, but she came to deeply appreciate how silly he was willing to be for her sake. she could handle being around someone more serious and professional, but when it came to being with someone for the long term, she far preferred someone who could enjoy little things like this.
she might have been a bit too hopeful in those thoughts, but for now she fed him, gently bringing the ice cream into his mouth as she watched him with a bright smile on her face. )
See? Not so bad, isn't it nice to be doted on?
( she certainly enjoyed doing it and having it done to her. thoughtlessly, she scooped up another serving of gelato and brought it to her mouth, not realizing she was indirectly kissing him by doing so. )
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[ Modest, isn't she? He likes that. Reeve sits up a little straighter, eyes tracking the spoon as it goes to her lips again. Silver glints at the seam of her mouth, and in Reeve's posture, there's an endearing boyishness to his waiting like he hopes she might feed him a second time. He sits on it, toying idly with his own spoon. ]
Am I wrong in thinking that you'd like me to return the favor?
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for now though she smiled with her own little spoon dangling from her lips, swallowing down the treat before she pulled it away and began to turn towards the gelato once more. she began to scoop up a bit before she stopped—
she wasn't sure when it happened but the more time she spent with him the more safe and comfortable she felt around him. despite not being a woman with a purpose like he wanted, she secretly hoped that even if he did reject her, he'd at least be her friend. so with a soft smile, she turned towards him and held the spoon out towards his lips once more before speaking. )
It would be nice, but you can do it after I feed you one more time okay?
( and when his lips parted for her, she placed the spoon against them and allowed him to take another bite of the gelato. it was as if she read his mind, or maybe she was just too excited to catch another taste of him on her spoon. )
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So feeding me is just becoming a thing for you then, I see. Didn't know you took directors for pets.
[ He glances away, dabbing at his lips with a napkin our of habit. sharing food has made him more giddy than he cares to admit. ]
What's your favorite icecream flavor?
[ Because right now, all he wants is to learn more about her. ]
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and so she did. she smiled at him, pulling the spoon away and setting it back down onto the plate of the gelato as she looked at him so sweetly and yet so playfully. oh what she'd give to truly have him as a pet, all to herself. )
Only the cute ones and you're the only one who fits the bill.
( there's a soft smile on her face as she leaned her elbow on the table, chin resting on the palm of her hand as she looked at him. )
Ice cream? Maybe chocolate....but I don't really indulge in many sweets these days. That's why I got so excited you let me order two desserts because this day as been so sweet, I just wanted to make it a bit more sweeter. What about you?
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[ Reeve ducks his head slightly as a sheepish laugh escapes him. The candlelight flickers off his cheekbones, catching the faint color rising to his ears. He doesn’t meet Reira’s eyes at first because he’s trying to keep whatever feeling she’s stirred in him from showing too much. ]
I like chocolate too. Rocky road probably, to be specific. It’s hard to find unless you go to a specialty shop, but there’s one in Shinra Tower that’s popular with staff.
[ The evening meanders forward, their conversations easy. When the last of the dessert is gone, Reeve finds that the date has only deepened his comfort with her. Without any awkward lulls, he’s happy to keep going.
Midgar feels different with Reira beside him, like it’s more alive. After a quick drive to Sector 6, the scent of street food hits the air and blinking signs come into view. Reeve’s pace slows as they approach what looks to be a game center. Rows and rows of crane games, each one brimming with plush prizes, beckon to them. His hand drifts toward Reira’s, brushing it lightly but not taking it as he gestures with a nod toward the games. ]
Go on, pick one. I’ve got a good feeling about my luck tonight.
[ His grin is somehow both modest and confident at the same time. ]
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before she could truly wonder about that though, she listened to his words and remained close, eating away at their dessert and chatting it up. soon though, like a sweeping dream they were off to enjoy the rest of their date like reeve had promised—
another thing to fill her heart with desire and pure unbridled happiness. )
Oh this is all so amazing and fun!
( once they were in sector 6 and walking about, she remained close to him but not quite touching him. they seemed just a bit too dressed up given the more carefree nature of the area but she was far from turning her nose up at it. instead she was nearly bouncing from machine to machine as the sparkling lights filled up her eyes with wonder. she looked at everything and anything before the subtle brush of his hand kept her firm in her place for once. )
Okay you've got it, win me the best plush around here and I might just kiss your cheek~
( an incentive to truly get him going, but maybe she just needed an outlet for all of her energy. eventually though she came across a machine that had a bunch of cat plushies in them, pink and blue, holding hands like a cute couple.
immediately she knew she wanted him to try at this one. )
How about this one? They look so sweet and cute....
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Duly noted. I'll win, no problem, in that case.
[ He grips the joystick, leaning down a little to get a better view of the cats. ]
They are cute, aren't they? The pink one even looks like you, a little bit.
[ With care, he nudges the claw into position, brow furrowed, tracking the line of the prize from both angles like he's plotting a tactical op. ]
How's the claw now? I want to hit the blue one's back leg from the right.
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soon she was pressing her hands against the glass, looking inward as she watched and giggled a bit at his movements. )
Does it? Maybe I should let you keep it so you can keep it as a reminder of our date.
( soon though she was circling around the machine, keeping an eye before speaking. )
Move it just a bit to the right and you should be able to snatch it up! Come on Reeve you can do this, you've got this!
( don't mind her as she curled her hands into fists and jumped around a bit like a little kid, growing more and more excited by this game of chance. )
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[ There's a playfulness in his tone as he suggests it, stepping slightly aside to recalibrate his aim. By now, Reeve's jacket is draped over his shoulder. He looks... different like this. Not Shinra's Executive Director of Urban Planning, but a man leaning over a claw machine in the halo-glow of flickering bulbs, focused with the kind of precision usually reserved for city schematics or field surveys. With only the formality of his necktie holding him back to his title, the rolled sleeves of his dress shirt thoughtlessly display the slope of his forearms. Broad and sinewed, as he settles over the joystick. His skin is lightly flushed from the heat of the early summer air.
Reeve watches the alignment of the claw through the glass as Reira circles around, her voice bright with excitement. Following her instruction, he taps the button— once, twice— until the claw descends. It grips the plush pair of cats with a tinny sound and drags them across the bed of plastic gems and pastel fluff. They land against the prize chute's ledge with a wobble, caught at the edge like someone's breath held in suspense. Reeve readies another couple of coins. ]
I think I want the pink one after all.
[ He says it after some thought, and drops his next gil into the slot to continue. ]
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so she focused and concentrated, watching the claw machine recalibrate and move, with idle glances towards reeve here and there. he truly was a sight for sore eyes, eyes that were parched for something new and exciting to fill the void with. he was becoming everything she could ever want—
but before she realized, the plush was already tumbling down towards the prize chute and fell down. they were just inanimate toys and yet reira couldn't help but look down into the machine, already coming up with a cute love story for them. she'd tell reeve her thoughts but for now she lifted her gaze up to look at him and just how jovial he seemed.
it was endearing, and she couldn't help but smile at him gently. there was far more to this man than just an employee of shinra. he was someone she wanted to one day hold and cherish, she was sure of that. )
Then I get to keep the blue one. We'll stick magnets in their paws and it can be our little secret.
( why invite the rest of the world into what they were slowly building after all? as the gil dropped into the machine, she went back to position to keep an eye out. this time the moogles caught her eye. )
— 100 non verbal prompts
( 'layla'
she wasn't sure how or why, but the sound of her name coming from his lips sounded so commanding and even downright melodic, leaving a warm and comforting sensation within her. as his hand left her lap and came towards her face, she closed her eyes briefly and leaned into the touch, absorbing as much warmth and affection as she could. it felt like an eternity that they were here in his car, debating and mulling over the pain in her heart, settling with something far more thrilling and hopeful. the promise of love; because even if he hadn't said those words, she felt like this was the start of something eternal. perhaps it was foolish of her to put so much weight into someone to save her, to offer her the love she's always wanted but...
how many times did she humorously tease and taunt him that she was too much to handle? that her love was suffocating and she was so needy? yet there he remained, assuring her and affirming he didn't want to go anywhere. it was like that now, offering to wait for her and giving her more affection to carry her through the rest of the day.
she'd trust him, she decided as her eyes open and she let out a breathless and soft sound of affirmation. she needed him so much; so lost without his love. )
Ten o'clock sharp.
( she repeated, before she finally pulled from him offering one last kiss to his knuckles before withdrawing and opening the car door, heading out and making her way towards the entrance of the building. reira turned briefly before entering, offering him one last glance charged with so much desire and affection before she turned around and walked inside.
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after recording what felt like a million songs with varying themes and emotions to them, reira was left with a strange energy she had never felt before in her life. it felt like she had been given a birthday cake, a single candle lit for her to make a wish upon— and she had wished for reeve. when she walked out the studio and saw him there in his car, waiting, she knew he was all hers. there would be no more waiting, no holding back anymore. she needed him far more now than ever and desired him with such a need, she knew it could scare him off.
she could care less.
so she ran towards the car, heels clicking against the cement floor before she dove inside. with the car door closing behind her, she turned in her seat to face him fully before she began to lean over, face only inches from his own. )
You kept your promise Reeve....you're so sweet.
( whether he answered her or not, soon she was kissing his lips all over again. her voice had been a bit strained, but it was clear that whatever sadness she felt before was now far gone; replaced by something far more tender. )
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His hand finds her waist and steadies them both, but just over the curve of her shoulder, he sees movement. The other members of Trapnest and staff are beginning to trickle out through the lobby doors: tired engineers, a harried assistant, the blond guy, then Ren Honjo, lighting a cigarette. Takumi comes out next. There's no indication they've seen anything, but Reeve knows how things travel: fast, careless, exaggerated. If even one overly interested person recognizes him in the driver's seat with Layla tucked up beside him like this, it could end up on the front page of a Midgard tabloid.
With visible reluctance, Reeve draws back into an unassuming position. He smiles and shakes his head, petting the back of her hair. After bumming a light off Ren for his cigarette, Takumi can be seen leaning down as he approaches the vehicle. ]
I'm going to get you in trouble with your friends like this.
[ Reeve mutters it, amusement curling low in his voice, subdued now like he knows better than to tempt fate too loudly. The engine rolls to life, and just as the headlights glide across the curb of the studio lot, Takumi knocks lightly on the window until Reeve lowers it for him. ]
"Oh? It's you. I wondered who was driving her back..."
[ Cigarette smoke drifts from Takumi’s nose, lazy and thin, but it doesn't breach the threshold of Reeve's car. ]
Hello. Yes, it's just me. I'll get her back safe.
[ Grey eyes flick between them, narrowing with unspoken questions. He doesn't mention what he thinks this might be— whatever's simmering between the two of them— but the suspicion is plain. His gaze lands on Reira, still nestled in the passenger seat. Takumi sighs.
"Reira. Don't cause the director any trouble."
It's his grip at her reins. ]
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as the window came rolling down, she stared at him with an unamused expression, even yawning as he spoke to reeve. it was only when his attention was turned towards her that she waved her hand at him and spoke. )
You treat me like a child, of course I won't give Mr. Tuesti any trouble. I was going to fall asleep anyways.
( the words are heavy and filled with lies but they were said to protect reeve— implying that being around such a boring executive could only make her fall asleep, there was certainly nothing going on here. yet that was far from the truth because truthfully she was far more awake and alert now more than ever. )
Let's go Mr. Tuesti, this cigarette smoke is bad for my singing voice after all.
( she turned her head away from takumi, pressing the button of the car door herself to roll the window up and shut him out of their world. when the car finally did start to pull back and roll away far enough from being out of view of anyone, her left hand slowly moved over, falling and resting on his thigh. )
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You were very ready to leave, weren't you?
[ The image of the window going up with Takumi flabbergasted on the other side of it amuses him more than he lets on. It's funny. Reeve wishes he could do it to Heidegger. ]
Did it go well? It's nice having you back to myself again.
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especially with the way his hand took hers, his strong fingers weaving into her own delicate ones and leaving her mind racing with desire. how incredible would it be to feel those same hands over her body, holding her so tenderly and brushing her hair away as he kissed it. the thought was far too fascinating, it nearly left her in a daze as she looked onward.
it was only when he said those final words that she finally heard him and looked down at her lap with a sheepish expression. )
I was, our time together is precious now more than ever.
( now that their relationship was cemented and the worries in her heart were quelled. )
It did, but really? Did you....miss me that much? I missed you too you know...being able to kiss you again really kept me motivated.
( it's almost downright childish the way she hinged her own work efforts on the possibility of getting to him faster, but her words were far too sweet and endearing, showing just how much she cared and thought of reeve. if he had any worries he wasn't on her mind, hopefully they were settled by now. )
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[ His eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckles, brown eyes passing to Layla's reflection in the rearview mirror. ]
There have been days where my motivation to wrap up at the office had been seeing a movie by myself after work. Although, free time's been in short supply for me lately.
[ While stroking the knuckle of her thumb, he finds shifts a lane on the highway that'll carry them back to Sector 0. The city lights and high-rise buildings twinkle the way stars would, could they see past the sheer blanket of mako haze overhead. ]
My place is all right? Did you want to come over?
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finally though she looked up at the rearview mirror and found herself blushing heavily at his words. she felt she had been going fast, wanting him and debating on whether or not she should make the first move. it seemed he had [even if that wasn't his intention] and she wasn't going to let this slip from her. so she reached out towards the car door with her free hand, finger pressing on the control button for the window. as it rolled down, her long pink hair began to float behind her, her hand moving towards her forehead as she pushed back her hair. she closed her eyes gently, taking in the breeze— particularly cleaner than usual tonight as she mulled over his words.
finally she spoke up. )
I'll go anywhere you take me Reeve....as long as it's with you.
( as the wind blew past her, her blouse became a bit undone, exposing the curvature of her chest. she had been through an endless wave of emotions today but all that seemed to take hold of her now was an airy wave of seduction and confidence. he was hers and she didn't need to fight for him anymore.
the imaginary woman who had a purpose, who she was in competition with was now slain before her. she had won. )
This will be the first time you've brought me over, I finally get to see what you're truly like.
( she turned to face him, a soft smile on her lips as she hummed in amusement. there wasn't any deep meaning behind that but it was becoming clear the two would be doing anything but sleeping tonight. )
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[ It makes Reeve think about the cat-shaped secret he's still keeping from her. He’ll have to find the right time to tell Layla, maybe in the morning, or the next time Cait Sith crosses her path on his own. His thumb taps against the steering wheel, the motion light and almost absent-minded. ]
I'm curious what you think I'm like behind the scenes, Layla. Care to enlighten me on that? Do you mean you'll be scoping out my place? I hardly find time to live in it, lately.
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That's alright, I'll decorate for you if you want.
( she's joking of course but it was clear she was becoming far more intimate with him now as her hand drifted from the back of his hand and onto his thigh, her fingers curving just a bit inward. )
I just want to see what you'll do with me in your arms, holding you so tightly and kissing you...
( as they continued driving forth and the community he lived in came into view, she began to feel a wave of arousal and anxiety creeping within her. this entire day had been filled with a wave of different emotions and sensations, and while she was still feeling raw and vulnerable from her own problems in relation to singing and her talents, she was feeling something else within her.
desire.
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when they eventually came to the front door of his apartment, she was wrapped tightly around his arm and pressed against him without restraint. previously on their dates and hangouts, she'd gently touch him, teasing and testing the waters but now she was showing him who she truly was. someone who craved constant affection and attention from their partner, even in these moments where they were simply walking in. )
Mmm....will you let me stay the night?
( as they walked inside, the question came forth with the softest voice she could muster, rubbing the side of her face into his arm as she waited for his answer. she was far too sweet like this, so affectionate and needy. how could he deny her anything in this moment? )
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He's aware of the subtle stiffness in his movements as he steps out of his shoes. Hosting someone over like this isn't second nature to him. Not for this kind of company. He's out of practice and he knows it, but Layla's question is still hanging in the air, soft and hopeful. Reeve glances toward her, then smiles, receptive and unhesitant. ]
Of course you can stay. I was hoping you'd want to.
[ He says it without pause, then clears his throat, subtly flustered by how naturally it came out. She's still holding onto him and he hasn't even made it to the living room or kitchen yet. He's not sure which to bring her to. ]
Can I get you something to drink first? Tea, water, wine, whatever you want. —Though I have a feeling we're not going to be worrying too much about hydration tonight.
[ Reeve casts Layla an affectionate side glance, before leading her further in. They aren't in a rush if she's staying the night, after all. ]
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Is that right?
( he might have not been implying anything more than the two indulging in tender affection such as kissing and cuddling, but to reira who saw love and romance in everything, it seemed he might have been implying something far more sorted. the idea of sleeping with him after finally being his was appealing after all, and she took no offense to such a thought. )
How about a glass of wine, to celebrate us....finally being a couple? I'm....I'm really happy about that you know?
( wherever he was leading them, soon she released him from her grip, opting to grab his hand instead as she followed along, a seductive sway to her walking. )
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You know, it’s a little embarrassing that I might not remember how to use half the appliances in here, but I can at least manage wine.
[ The kitchen is sleek, with marble and brushed steel. There's more than enough counter space for meal prep, though it's clear he rarely does. There are no signs of earlier mess, no dirty glasses or dishes. Just a pristine space waiting to be made properly lived in. Reeve reaches toward a recessed cabinet and pulls free a bottle of unopened red, letting his thumb run along the edge of the foil before reaching for the corkscrew nearby.
Before uncorking, he flips on a small, in-wall speaker, filling the quiet with a soft hum of classic rock— something mellow with guitars that drift like the industrial haze beyond his high-rise windows. He talks while he works, his tone easy and a little distracted by the thought of what'll be happening between them next. ]
I bought this on impulse a while ago. I was told it was good, but it felt like too much to enjoy on my own. Good thing you're here to help me with it.
[ He levers the cork free with a satisfying pop and pours two glasses, color blooming against crystal. Turning back to Layla, he hands one off carefully to her then gently clinks glasses. ]
To us, then.
[ His arm comes to sweep around her waist, drawing her in until their bodies nestle a little closer. He smells like faded cologne and fabric mist, tension coiled beneath the collar. ]
—And our happiness, as a couple.
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I want you to share all of these things with me Reeve....I'll always be here to help you with anything.
( maybe it was naive to say such things, to give her heart away so easily but she couldn't help it. she had been holding back for so long and to finally be accepted, to feel these feeling be reciprocated—
well it made her forget everything and everyone else. for now.
as she scooped up her own glass, she clinked alongside him before allowing herself to be embraced in such a manner, looking up at him with gentle eyes, inhaling the smell of the fresh wine and his natural scent. )
To us.
( she said before taking a sip of her own; when he finally took one, she placed her glass down and reached for his tie, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. her sadness was now truly faded, transformed into desire. )