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A few loose strands of platinum hair dangled in his view, as if to taunt the strict curve combo that his eyes and eyebrows had displayed. The crystal blue color that stained his orbs were dimmed slightly at the sight before him: A certain motorcycle’s engine, bluntly heated after having participated in a massive steaming fit. Cloud tapped his fingers on the apparatus's glistening metal organs before sighing heavily, slipping his hands out of a pair of gloves and throwing them aside harshly.

He put a thumb up to his jaw as he analyzed the malfunction. It could have easily been a broken fan, but both the clutch and the shroud were in stable condition. Water levels weren't under the minimum, as Zack had oddly taught him. Perhaps there was something wrong with the temperature balance? That was always a possibility.

He looked over to the (h/c) haired girl sitting upon the surface of a wooden bench, laughing hysterically with the owner of the garage. As they engaged in conversation, his eyes shifted over to the packages that had yet to be delivered accompanying the bench with (Name). He knew that this new-found problem would put them behind in shipments, and with a grand amount of things to be done today he could hardly afford a broken bike. Tifa would have to call so many people regarding late deliveries and tons of complaints would be filed. He would have to work a bit overtime just to fill the quota. Even then a day would put them behind in paperwork; He needed to fix this engine pronto.

Taking the hand from his jaw, he ran a few fingers through his hair.

“(Name)” he grabbed your attention. Both you and the handyman looked over at the male, distress written all over his surprisingly calm demeanor. You knew exactly how to pin-point his emotions.

“Yeah, what can I help you with?” You offered a warm smile as he pointed towards a toolbox next to you.

“Could you look in there for a test tube?”

You got to work immediately. Carefully shifting though rusty wrenches and various bolts, the handyman pointed out a slender glass tube accompanied by a suction on the end. Thanking the man politely, you jumped off the bench towards Cloud to hand him the item.

“Thank you love.” He began to screw open the reservoir cap to take a coolant sample. Within his view he watched you jump towards the man once again, whipping up an immediate conversation.

Despite the terrible situation he had found himself in, Cloud tried to look at the positives. For one, you were safe. None of the packages were damaged and everything would be ok. The owner of the shop had been really humble with your presence, offering Cloud any tools and space that he had needed to get going again. He was super friendly and his charisma kept you busy as Cloud tried to fix his bike. This was an obvious bonus.

After filling the tube with the gushing liquid, Cloud beamed fully over at the two beings near the work bench.

The mechanic had also been obviously young: a preferable maturity no older than thirty that gave him the endurance to work longer hours. The man swayed his dark hair to the side as he talked softly to you. The white beater stained with oil had absolutely no problem showing off his tight abdomen, and Cloud could literally see testosterone dancing within the gloss of the male’s neck.

He had an appeal that Cloud didn't really overlook when first arriving. Friendly, charismatic, and good-looking, it abruptly made him feel uneasy about the man conversing with you. No wait. He was laughing with you too.

Suddenly, he watched as the mechanic placed a hand on the farthest side of the workbench, reducing his weight against the wood as his body shadowed over your sitting one. The sight of the flirtatious handyman made Cloud stumble upon dropping the test tube, but he had caught it in fast time.

“(NAME)” he stated with a bit more venom than intended. Confused, you looked over to your boyfriend. He was signaling a finger for you to go towards him. His expression seemed interested in the slender glass bottle, but his lips held in the tense clenching of teeth.

You walked over to the blonde male, back turned against the bike as he held the coolant in the light, not singularly taking his eyes off of it.

“What’s wrong?” you worried. “Is the bike fixable?”

“What are you two talking about?” He deadpanned. You turned your head slightly at the blonde.

“Nothing, we were actually talking about injuries. I was telling him about the time I cut myself on a tree branch after playing tag with Yuffie and he was showing me a nip along his eyelid. It’s absolutely disgusting though” You laughed to yourself. Cloud, on the other hand, gave out an unamused hum.

“Really, a nip along the eye? You actually believe that? I’m sure he’ll tell you about the microscopic gash on his lips next.”

“What? Seriously, what’s wrong?” you placed a hand on his shoulder. He gazed over at you before placing the tube down on a nearby bench, you following after him.

“I don’t know if I’m really comfortable with you talking to him.” He stated. There was an obvious crack in his voice.

“…Are you jealous?”

“What? No, I just. I need your help over here.”

You crossed your arms knowingly, a grin escaping your lips.

“To what, look at a tube Cloud? Honestly, I know nothing about motorcycles and you know that.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you before shaking his head.

“I just don’t like that guy.”

“Well, you don’t have to.” You reached up to peck his cheek.

“I’m yours, ok? No need to be jealous.” Upon impact, Cloud reached up to the place where you kissed him and gave out a twitch from the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t usual to see the man in a vulnerable state such as jealousy, but if he ever needed to be reassured it was simple. There was more work involved when keeping him from being upset, such as doing the thing that would make him happy. You would probably stop talking to the sexy boss mechanic. Not because you were forced to, but he would prefer it.

“Okay Cloud, what do you want me to do?”

As you pulled his wrist towards the bike he turned around to pull you back, grasping you close to his chest. Dipping you downward, he pressed his lips upon yours in a long and hot kiss. Eventually, after earning a lot of weird stares from other workers he twirled you upwards and locked his arms around your hips.

“You’re really awesome, you know that?”

“I know” you giggled, reaching your lips up towards his for another sweet kiss. Afterwards, it was his turn to pull your near the bike as he cloaked his hand around yours. You tried to hold onto a few things, but both you and him decided it was best for Cloud to recover the engine. You still proved to be good moral support.

In the middle of the process, Cloud noticed a certain handyman was staring in your direction. Then, upwards to him. The lack of your acknowledgement encouraged him to stiffen.

“Oh, he knows you’re mine now.” Cloud chuckled as he calmly gazed at the owner, mocking his loss.

Description
A few loose strands of platinum hair dangled in his view, as if to taunt the strict curve combo that his eyes and eyebrows had displayed. The crystal blue color that stained his orbs were dimmed slightly at the sight before him: A certain motorcycle’s engine, bluntly heated after having participated in a massive steaming fit. Cloud tapped his fingers on the apparatus's glistening metal organs before sighing heavily, slipping his hands out of a pair of gloves and throwing them aside harshly.

He put a thumb up to his jaw as he analyzed the malfunction. It could have easily been a broken fan, but both the clutch and the shroud were in stable condition. Water levels weren't under the minimum, as Zack had oddly taught him. Perhaps there was something wrong with the temperature balance? That was always a possibility.

He looked over to the (h/c) haired girl sitting upon the surface of a wooden bench, laughing hysterically with the owner of the garage. As they engaged in conversation, his eyes shifted over to the packages that had yet to be delivered accompanying the bench with (Name). He knew that this new-found problem would put them behind in shipments, and with a grand amount of things to be done today he could hardly afford a broken bike. Tifa would have to call so many people regarding late deliveries and tons of complaints would be filed. He would have to work a bit overtime just to fill the quota. Even then a day would put them behind in paperwork; He needed to fix this engine pronto.

Taking the hand from his jaw, he ran a few fingers through his hair.

“(Name)” he grabbed your attention. Both you and the handyman looked over at the male, distress written all over his surprisingly calm demeanor. You knew exactly how to pin-point his emotions.

“Yeah, what can I help you with?” You offered a warm smile as he pointed towards a toolbox next to you.

“Could you look in there for a test tube?”

You got to work immediately. Carefully shifting though rusty wrenches and various bolts, the handyman pointed out a slender glass tube accompanied by a suction on the end. Thanking the man politely, you jumped off the bench towards Cloud to hand him the item.

“Thank you love.” He began to screw open the reservoir cap to take a coolant sample. Within his view he watched you jump towards the man once again, whipping up an immediate conversation.

Despite the terrible situation he had found himself in, Cloud tried to look at the positives. For one, you were safe. None of the packages were damaged and everything would be ok. The owner of the shop had been really humble with your presence, offering Cloud any tools and space that he had needed to get going again. He was super friendly and his charisma kept you busy as Cloud tried to fix his bike. This was an obvious bonus.

After filling the tube with the gushing liquid, Cloud beamed fully over at the two beings near the work bench.

The mechanic had also been obviously young: a preferable maturity no older than thirty that gave him the endurance to work longer hours. The man swayed his dark hair to the side as he talked softly to you. The white beater stained with oil had absolutely no problem showing off his tight abdomen, and Cloud could literally see testosterone dancing within the gloss of the male’s neck.

He had an appeal that Cloud didn't really overlook when first arriving. Friendly, charismatic, and good-looking, it abruptly made him feel uneasy about the man conversing with you. No wait. He was laughing with you too.

Suddenly, he watched as the mechanic placed a hand on the farthest side of the workbench, reducing his weight against the wood as his body shadowed over your sitting one. The sight of the flirtatious handyman made Cloud stumble upon dropping the test tube, but he had caught it in fast time.

“(NAME)” he stated with a bit more venom than intended. Confused, you looked over to your boyfriend. He was signaling a finger for you to go towards him. His expression seemed interested in the slender glass bottle, but his lips held in the tense clenching of teeth.

You walked over to the blonde male, back turned against the bike as he held the coolant in the light, not singularly taking his eyes off of it.

“What’s wrong?” you worried. “Is the bike fixable?”

“What are you two talking about?” He deadpanned. You turned your head slightly at the blonde.

“Nothing, we were actually talking about injuries. I was telling him about the time I cut myself on a tree branch after playing tag with Yuffie and he was showing me a nip along his eyelid. It’s absolutely disgusting though” You laughed to yourself. Cloud, on the other hand, gave out an unamused hum.

“Really, a nip along the eye? You actually believe that? I’m sure he’ll tell you about the microscopic gash on his lips next.”

“What? Seriously, what’s wrong?” you placed a hand on his shoulder. He gazed over at you before placing the tube down on a nearby bench, you following after him.

“I don’t know if I’m really comfortable with you talking to him.” He stated. There was an obvious crack in his voice.

“…Are you jealous?”

“What? No, I just. I need your help over here.”

You crossed your arms knowingly, a grin escaping your lips.

“To what, look at a tube Cloud? Honestly, I know nothing about motorcycles and you know that.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you before shaking his head.

“I just don’t like that guy.”

“Well, you don’t have to.” You reached up to peck his cheek.

“I’m yours, ok? No need to be jealous.” Upon impact, Cloud reached up to the place where you kissed him and gave out a twitch from the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t usual to see the man in a vulnerable state such as jealousy, but if he ever needed to be reassured it was simple. There was more work involved when keeping him from being upset, such as doing the thing that would make him happy. You would probably stop talking to the sexy boss mechanic. Not because you were forced to, but he would prefer it.

“Okay Cloud, what do you want me to do?”

As you pulled his wrist towards the bike he turned around to pull you back, grasping you close to his chest. Dipping you downward, he pressed his lips upon yours in a long and hot kiss. Eventually, after earning a lot of weird stares from other workers he twirled you upwards and locked his arms around your hips.

“You’re really awesome, you know that?”

“I know” you giggled, reaching your lips up towards his for another sweet kiss. Afterwards, it was his turn to pull your near the bike as he cloaked his hand around yours. You tried to hold onto a few things, but both you and him decided it was best for Cloud to recover the engine. You still proved to be good moral support.

In the middle of the process, Cloud noticed a certain handyman was staring in your direction. Then, upwards to him. The lack of your acknowledgement encouraged him to stiffen.

“Oh, he knows you’re mine now.” Cloud chuckled as he calmly gazed at the owner, mocking his loss.