raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-15 07:38:00 |
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Current music: | Jedi Drinking Song - The Brobdignagian Bards |
Entry tags: | a: raisedbymoogles, f: final fantasy vii, p: cid/reeve, september 15 |
Final Fantasy 7, Cid/Reeve
Title: Still Refusing To Shave
Author: raisedbymoogles
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crack
Word count: 234
Summary: Cid finds something to like about crossplay.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Reeve/Cid: Cross-dressing - "Undercover work sucks."
Cid tottered out of the restroom stall on gravity-defying heels and nearly turned his ankle slamming the door behind him. "Goddamn! Why the hell do women wear these things?" he burst out, both hands on the wall in an attempt to regain his balance. "They're fucking torture devices!"
There was a soft chuckle from the next stall over. "Some women like them, I suppose."
"Some women are insane, Reeve." Cid straightened with an effort. "Shera doesn't wear heels. Or dresses. Or fucking pantyhose." The pilot pronounced the word with a sort of disgusted relish. "Who the hell came up with pantyhose? I must've ripped out half my leg hairs putting the damn things on."
"Cid, please. It's a women-only bar; we have to look the part. And since you refuse to shave..."
"Damn right I do!" Cid snapped, snatching a cigarette from his cute little sequined purse. "Blades go in the other guy, not me, Reeve. I got my limits."
"Mhm." The lock thunked back, and the door to Reeve's stall swung back. "There's no smoking in this building, by the way."
"Well, godd-" Reeve stepped out - tall and lean as always, but this time statuesque in shimmering midnight blue silk rather than merely presentable in his business suit; clean-shaven from strappy-stiletto-clad feet to perfectly shaped eyebrows, his hair artfully mussed to hang in his eyes - and Cid dropped his unlit cigarette.