Cloud Strife
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Cloud couldn't look you in the eye as you treated his scraped knee. It was really nothing, just a minor injury, but you insisted.
He felt his skin tingle under the soft caressed of your finger tips in detail as you nursed the wound.
Cloud's face keeps it's usual stoicism, minor slip ups such as stolen glances barely noticeable. As the pads of your fingers glides across his skin, he had to bite his tongue to conceal the grunts left in it's wake.
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