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[It was about 3am when Nike woke up from her sleep after having taken a shower, changed the bedsheets, and had a snack. She couldn't shake away the thoughts of the previous few hours she had experienced with Cloud. Her heart continue to race the more she remembered. Their promise to meet again to talk left her feeling even more restless.

Not in a bad way neither. It was in the more anxious way in wanting to desperately see him again. To talk with him, hang out with him, and simply being by his side kind of way. A feeling she's grown accustomed to in the last few months or so. She had gotten interested in getting to know him better after having a lot of fun talking and playing games with him. The last few hours, after having phone sex with him, she began to realize a lot about her feelings towards him.

That's the reason behind her next brilliant plan: sneak into his house and surprise him with a good breakfast to help him start the day with. She had it all planned out too -- by making him a traditional breakfast. It wouldn't be the first time they had eaten together neither. Sometimes she would find him at the library's monthly cooking class lessons which include eating their creations together. They've even traded their dishes too.

Too bad the plan didn't come as easily as she hoped for because after having successfully opening a random window Nike had grown a little tired. She had done some grocery shopping for ingredients beforehand which wasted a lot of her energy after having trouble deciding between salt or green onions, or even regular bacon vs turkey bacon vs sausages. The war on waffles vs pancakes was as fierce. But in the end of the day, or the beginning of one, she decided to keep it traditional and simple. Too bad she was too exhausted to do much more than put most of the ingredients away that needed to be in the cold while everything else was left in the bags. While Nike was sleeping soundly at the couch in his living room, after deciding to rest her eyes and then create his breakfast before he wakes up, but....her new sleep spot was too comfortable and warm to lay on. That's where she'll remain.

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[he looked down to Nike with widened eyes as he could see the flickering expression on Nike's face. crap...he said something he shouldn't have, didn't he? there was only a six year gap between them, and yet Cloud felt like he was no older than she was. at least, when it came to anything remotely linked to romance. but it seemed as though he'd made the right decision to be brave for both their sakes.

before he could so much as get a chance to reach out and wipe away any signs of tears, she'd laughed it off for him]

Ayy...

[when she let go of him, he couldn't help but feel something akin to awe when he looked at her. from the way she carried herself, the way she kissed her fingers before gently touching over his, to the way her cheeks glowed. no doubt he felt the same way... as their eyes met, her words resonated through his very being, filling him with a warmth he didn't realize he still had ~~or deserved.~~]

Mm. Rain check.

[did he deserve any of this? if he was ever having any doubts, judging by the way he'd already opened his heart to her regardless, it would likely be up to the princess before him to show him the way. to show him that it was okay]

--

[everything came out smoothly enough despite being seemingly distracted by one another as they finished cooking up breakfast. he didn't have bacon often, so it was hard to find a way to dispose of the grease, but he supposed he could just scrub and wash it later, dumping what was left outside. the last thing he needed to do was clog up his own sink. ...come to think of it, Cloud could just take the grease and put it in the garbage when it cooled off from cooking. why was he thinking about the food so damn much? one step at a time, Cloud...]

I'll hafta find a way to get you back for breakfast, [he said as he cut his egg down the middle, letting the yolk break as he dipped his toast into it]

[Once the silent truce was set to keep all further discussion for after breakfast, Nike gingerly guided Cloud back to the kitchen to prepare the last of their meal together. Which was a very difficult task to accomplish from the sheer fact she would find ways to get in contact with him throughout the preparation -- be it by lingering touches or stares.

Breakfast would've been completed much earlier, but Nike had no regrets over taking her time getting everything done. The warm and comfortable atmosphere created from their interactions alone made their surroundings feel much more like their own personal world. The closeness, the earnesty to do their best at cooking, and bouncing off ideas was worth it.

Nike can confidently admit over their 6 year age gap feeling less further away in the process. Cloud felt very close to her as they were in the same page. A small smile will appear as she enjoy her crispy bacon being bathe by the warm egg yolk that was filling her plate in yellow. There will be a thoughtful hum when a spoonful was currently in her mouth.]

You don't have to. I had a lot of fun preparing it with you. [She'd wake up early every morning just to make him breakfast if she could relive this day all over again.] But, if you do want to make it up to me regardless, there would be something I'd like to see.

[just as Cloud was finishing the last bite of his toast (there was still some bacon and egg left), he took a glass of water to wash it down. his gaze flickered back to Nike across the small table from him, sapphire-like blues watching her as she asked something of him. it was a genuine curiosity from the young swordsman as he swallowed]

Something you'd like to see? [blink] Like what? [he digs his fork into the side of his bacon, taking a piece of it]

[A thoughtful look will be given as she continues to enjoy her breakfast. It serve like a good way to stall for time. How do you ask a guy to do what she had in mind?]

Well...we'll have to take your motorcycle to get there.

[Hint 1 and 2: It was a place they can reach.]

And we'll need some money too.

[Hint 3: It can be bought. Just as she was going to continue giving hints, a small blush may be seen as she shakes her head a bit at the idea.]

Ah, on second thought, maybe, we shouldn't. It's totally fine! I'm just happy eating and cooking with you. [A rueful smile.] ...it may be a bad idea all around. Too early to act like a naughty kid, right?

Fenrir?

[he'd been extremely fortunate to have gotten his motorcycle back, albeit modified as it was from the original back home. but admittedly, he wasn't following her. when she dropped the third hint, he'd slowly started chewing on his bacon.

...did he forget to swallow it? he most certainly did. now he raised a brow at her without saying a word as he listened to her ramble off her idea to him. before he could continue on and give her a lingering question though, she'd cut herself off]

... ... ...

[now he's staring at her. she couldn't just leave him hanging like that. he was curious now as his gaze narrowed on her]

[Oh no, was he staring at her a little too much? He was really paying attention to her, huh? Like very intensely?

Her own attention will be on him. Silently, returning her own gaze back at him believing if she looks innocently enough he may stop. Maybe, even, his show of light defiance may get him to break contact first. She'll summon all of her womanly appeal to get him to stop. That was the plan until she found her own willpower beginning to crumble by his gaze every second she was watching him. Those sky-blue eyes were definitely powerful set of weapons, even when they're narrowed and staring right at her, almost like it could see her very being.

She'll begin to nervously toy with her hair, gaze turning to her breakfast, trying to get another spoonful into her mouth until she stops midway with her attention returning to him. Somehow, the idea of eating in front of him made her feel warm all over as she was reminded of last night -- about ice cream.

Returning her fork back down onto her plate, head facing down, hand covering her eyes, cheeks revealing her weakened willpower, she'll give a slight pout over it. Should she tell him? Could she?

There was a lot of debating over it. Considerations. Pie-charts. Some pros and cons, but whenever she turned her attwntion to his eyes -- she lost more and more of her HP and MP!

It was so close to zero now.]

....do you really want to know about it? About my naughty idea?

[Cloud's gaze was about as intense as it could get without looking like he was about to start a fight. swallowing the bacon he had in his mouth, his sapphire-like blues were focused solely on her. this woman called him up about ice cream and popsicles, had him open up his own heart to a whole new world that he didn't realize he was worthy of, expose himself to her in the most intimate way, as well as show up at his home while he was sleeping until they started making breakfast together... it was all going by so fast, and now she's back pedalling?

for some reason, it'd become so intense that if she laughed, for some reason he'd break down and do the same thing. Cloud could tell he was winning though; he actually had no idea what Nike was getting at, which was why he was so intent on getting an answer out of her. was he that dense? or was her idea so out of left field? even he didn't know which way it was supposed to go.

just staring at her wasn't enough however, so when she asked him if he really wanted to know, Cloud took a moment to reply...]

If that's your way of trying to scare me, [with an elbow on the table, he rests his chin in his hand as his soft spikes of blond sway slightly to the side as his gaze keeps to her] You'll hafta try harder.

[s-so cool...!]

[It was difficult to both look at and away from Cloud for long. Not when she can feel he was burning a hole through her at this point. The intensity of his stare made her both uncomfortable while exciting her too. She couldn't decide if she liked or disliked being put on the spot the way she was.

Her attention will return to him as he began to speak, over if she was attempting to scare him off. When her green eyes were on him, on the Cloud that was leaning on the table with his chin on his hand, her heart began to beat very loudly and with all of its strength against her chest. He really did look cool! It was difficult to not find him extremely attractive right now. Very manly. Very....determine and forward in wanting to hear her out. The urge to pull him into a kiss from across the table was very strong. But instead of doing that, Nike will simply look at him as she felt her throat grow dry. Her mouth will open. It'll do that for a couple of times until she closes her eyes and looks down.

There was no choice. She had to tell him her idea. At this point, it was silly that she was holding back, but she didn't want him to think she was weird. Her request may sound weird and very forward. There was a reason she consider it a naughty request.

Taking a deep breath, Nike will try to reach out for his free hand to hold onto as she admits.]

...apron....I want to see you wearing one....

[Another beat. Licking her lips a bit as she yells at with all of her might.]

I want to see you wearing one of those silly "kiss the cook" aprons whenever we cook together!

[All said as thought she was asking for too much. It really felt like too much. She's heard those aprons were very uncool to wear. That only dads wear that in attempts to be funny, but Nike liked them. Even felt many of them were funny and an excuse to get a free hug or actual kiss. She wanted to see Cloud in one to have that excuse to surprise him too.]

[if she was uncomfortable right now, that was the point- granted Cloud was getting wrapped up in this 'game' without quite realizing what the payoff (or lack thereof) was going to be. he was whole-heartedly prepared to let Nike take the blame for this one. not that it meant that it'd be a bad thing of her to do so, nor would he think less of her either. after everything they'd gone through together, and this escalation of emotions between the two of them, letting her thoughts that pertained to him go wasn't something he was willing to let pass. normally he would have let it go.

and yet...

this was so unlike Cloud. so unlike him to chase after something like this... something so simple. something he could look forward to for all the right reasons. he'd spent so much time in the past chasing someone that did nothing but complicate his life and take so much from him. if being on the receiving end of a princess' fantasies was his alternative?

regardless of the outcome, he'd gladly keep chasing her and the answer that lied at the end of the road]

...hah?

["I want to see you wearing one of those silly "kiss the cook" aprons whenever we cook together!"]

A "kiss the cook" apron?

[he was definitely taken aback. his face was already turning a light shade of red, but his brain had to reboot a couple of times to catch up with his words]

Why does it hafta say...?

[a beat]

...oh.

[Cloud was typically really good about maintaining his emotions, but he wasn't quite that naïve either. which is why this may have been the most red Nike had ever seen him as he just blinked at her in realization. it really was a silly idea, but the weight of their 'relationship' and wherever it lead them was starting to be felt. the air felt heavier, but not in a burdensome way. like despite how...out there her idea was, it was striking home the point of what they did, what they felt...

and what was Cloud's response?]

I don't...have one.

[She'll give Cloud a couple of moments to process her request. The silly and naughty one. The one that was proving her inexperience in these type of situations. While all at once, she was giving herself some time to recover from the flush that invaded and had no intention of leaving, especially once her gaze will rise to an equally bashful Cloud.

He looked so very red. Maybe even rivalling her own face which was both comforting, but made her feel even warmer as she tried to picture the reason his cheeks were red. He could be embarrassed at the idea, itself, finding her so very lame, or maybe the idea of them kissing was embarrassing to him, or maybe expecting a kiss while wearing it made him uneasy, or...or...

She could go on, but his response to her request will catch her attention.

"I don't...have one."

Nike will lower her head as she says in a low tone.]

...y-yeah...I kinda...noticed...

[A beat as her voice begins to rise.]

...do you think...can we...get one, maybe?

[An inquisitive gaze will turn to the swordsman in front of her, not taking her sights off him, almost matching the intensity of the way he stared at her before. She was so very interested to learn of his response over it. Over if maybe it wasn't crossing any lines to want that. To want to kiss and cook with him like this.]

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