Cloud wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed another one. He draped it over his head then turned off the lights. Drying his hair as he left the bathroom, Cloud walked into his own room and stopped short. The towel fell from his hands to the floor. There lounging on the couch was Reno.
Any normal situation, Cloud would be honest to say that he would be very glad to see Reno after a long delivery (and after trying to figure out how he got into the Seventh Heaven after changing all the locks again). But nothing was ever normal when it came to Reno. Yes, Cloud was very happy to see the redheaded Turk—in more ways than one. Reno was wearing nothing except Cloud's shoulder guard, the belts, and the bottom cloth piece which was covering his upper left leg and over just enough to cover his more personal mag-rod.
Reno grinned. "Hey, Blondie," his tongue slipped out and slowly trailed two fingers along the inside of his right thigh until they disappeared just underneath the cloth. "Miss me?"
A deep moan reverberated in Cloud's throat as he was unable to produce a coherent verbal answer. Most of the blood in his brain had traveled south. However, he somehow had enough mental power—or was it automatic—to walk over to the couch and stand within arms reach of the redhead.
Reno's grin widened and he let the mag-rod drop from his fingers to dangle by the strap attached to his wrist. He reached out, hooking two fingers behind the towel encircling Cloud's waist. "Let's see if you are..."
I like the little Chibi Cloud plushie.