For Reeve

[emovampboy]

When it came to use of his phone, Vincent was very much like Cloud. He left it on, received messages and listened to or read them, but quite rarely responded. The few times he did respond tended to be if he deemed an actual answer to be required, or when from time to time Marlene got hold of Cloud or Tifa's phone and contacted him. Since it was so rare for her to do so, he always took it as a good thing to answer.

Which meant he had answered when she called him a few days after a message from Tifa asking him to come to a party for the girl, which he had ignored; his first mistake. Once answered, the girl had spent several minutes speaking to him, until suddenly springing the question of if he were coming to her party and making it quite impossible for him to really say no without seeming like a total heel, and so he agreed to go; his second mistake. And then he had made his third mistake - actually going.

At first, it really wouldn't have seemed to have been a bad idea. He knew everyone who was invited, how they acted around one another, and that Tifa would keep the whole group from going completely crazy over the course of the night, but he had not expected having to assist in breaking up one of Cloud and Barrett's squabbles when the woman had to leave for a short time to fetch something, and honestly he was glad that Reeve was invited and could help diffuse the situation with; especially when Yuffie and a very unhelpful Cid decided it would be a great idea to bet on who would win if they actually took to fistacuffs over whatever stupid thing it was this time which set them off.

All of this had left him rather done with company, and as soon as Tifa was back to be the adult in the situation, he'd snuck outside for some relative peace and quiet.

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[emovampboy]

Vincent chuckles gently at the remark, his point already made, and moves to sit on the bed as directed.

[plate_builder]

Once he has the light he wants and Vincent seared, Reeve moves to the bed. Smiles at Vincent and steals another light kiss before reaching out to lay his hands on Vincent’s shoulders. Oh dear, nice shoulders. He pushes this thought aside to shift Vincent’s shoulders. Crosses his legs and tilts his head away so the light falls on the side of his face. Spends a few minutes toying with his hair and other things before he moves back to consider Vincent. Then he pulls out his PHS to take a quick photo. Just needs it for the reference of the structure of his face and the light. Once he’s done that he sits by Vincent with his drawing supplies and starts to sketch.

“Thanks.”

[emovampboy]

Vincent watches Reeve's hands as he works, but doesn't stop him from working, becoming strangely compliant to being situated as Reeve chooses. Though he asks a simple question as soon as the image is taken on the phone?

"Am I to hold still or is the photo all you wanted?"

[plate_builder]

“I am fine with the photo. And I have a good memory. So you’re free to move. Do you need me to entertain you?”

He has settled close enough to lean against Vincent a bit. Shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg.

[emovampboy]

"No. Although would it be alright if I watch you draw?" He doesn't think it should be an issue considering Reeve has already placed himself in such a way that Vincent can watch him do so. Yet he still feels he should ask.

[plate_builder]

“You would be quite welcome to,” Reeve smiles, warmth in his tone. He turns the pad a bit more toward Vincent so he can see the work as he starts laying down general lines.

[emovampboy]

Vincent follows the movements curiously with his eyes, never having been much of an artist, unless one counted his skill with firearms as art. It makes this quite fascinating to watch.

[plate_builder]

“Entertaining?” Reeve asks, not looking up as he sketched out the rough shape of Vincent’s face. A lot of features he works in with shading rather than actual lines. But he definitely gets caught up in his work, smiling warmly.

[emovampboy]

"Not something I can say I've had the pleasure of watching much." Vincent stays still, obviously being careful not to disturb Reeve's drawing process. "It's interesting."

[plate_builder]

“I would have thought Turks would have worked with sketch artists in the past,” Reeve observes. He is now drawing sweeping lines to evoke the shape of his hair. Lovely. Even with Vincent’s hair up he still draws it down, curling in front of his face.

[emovampboy]

"Not a great deal. Or at least I didn't work with many." Vincent remarks. "So, it's interesting to watch."

[plate_builder]

“Imagine how interesting it would be if I painted,” Reeve muses as he finishes with the hair and starts adding details to the eyes.

[emovampboy]

"Do you?" Reeve said it, so it's natural Vincent asks, right?

[plate_builder]

“No,” Reeve admits, leaning closer to the piece to make sure he has the eyes just right. “I never got to learn that. I was forced out of these aspirations early.”

[emovampboy]

"I see." Vincent tilts his head a little. "Would you like to pick it up sometime?"

[plate_builder]

“I lack time and space,” Reeve admits. “I haven’t drawn since Meteor except designs for things.” Once he finishes the eyes he pauses. It’s just head and neck but there is little more. And Reeve frowns. “I am seriously out of practice. This is hardly any good.”

[emovampboy]

"But at some point, maybe?" Vincent reaches over to touch Reeve's hair gently. "And it looks good."

[plate_builder]

“Not likely. I will only grow busier. Stealing time is hard enough now,” Reeve admits.

He doesn’t even consciously notice the touch to his hair, but he leans into it. Much like a cat, in many ways. Still the touch relaxes him.

[emovampboy]

"That's disappointing." He gently tugs Reeve's hair, as if to get his attention. "You shouldn't get so wrapped up in work that you forget to live."

[plate_builder]

The tug won’t entirely get the expected reaction. Vincent earns a light moan, which Reeve immediately blushes over and looks away. Whoops.

“My work is my life, Vincent,” he says, still embarrassed.

[emovampboy]

Well... that was interesting. He's going to overlook the response for the time being, moving to gently tug that hair again. "You like this?"

[plate_builder]

Fuck. This time Reeve doesn’t moan. Well, not as loud. He has bitten down on his lip to hold back a noise, but it is still there, just quiet.

“Yes,” he admits, frowning. Looks at the picture because he can’t handle looking at Vincent because of his moment of weakness.

[emovampboy]

"Huh." He sounds honestly curious, even with that single sound. Was it just that he tugged at his hair, or was it deeper than that? Very hard to tell, honestly, and the blushing could mean anything.

He kind of wants to ask, but it may not be appropriate...

[plate_builder]

“You’ll think... I don’t want judged,” Reeve admits. Vincent of all people should hardly understand someone who gets pleasure from a light sting of pain. Vincent has been through enough, and he hardly seemed the type at this point to seek to hurt others.

[emovampboy]

That answers the question without him even asking. If it was just because he tugged, a reaction of having close contact, he wouldn't be talking about judgment.

As it is, question answered, Vincent can't seem to help what he does next, even if she should.

Clawed hand raising, he very carefully knicks Reeve's neck, far enough down the man's collar will hide it from others, but not from Reeve or Vincent.