An Apple A Day || Cidolfus 'Cid' Telamon
A/n: just a short yet sweet piece.
A fit of coughs distracts you from your work, drawing you to one Cidolfus Telamon as he attempts to quell the fit, shoving the smoking cigarette back into his mouth once he does.
Turning up your eyes in annoyance, you retrieve the fresh apple you had been saving for yourself, taking it to him.
"Eat," you insist.
"I already ate," Cid retorts, ignoring the persistent look in your eyes.
You yank the cigarette from his mouth, stomping it out, much to his chagrin. Then you hop onto the corner of his desk.
"I don't believe I was giving you much of a choice."
Cid grunts, taking the apple from you.
"What good will this do?"
"It might keep you from an early grave," you tease.
He snorts, then takes a bite.
"As if you would give them the pleasure of finishing off this old bag of bones."
He knows you well. You grin.
"It is my duty to watch after you. That includes protecting you from yourself."
Cid hums, standing with a grunt. You reach up and rest your hand on his chest as he leans forward to kiss you, a pleasant sensation that brings goosebumps to your skin.
"Never stood a chance against you," the gorgeous man utters as he parts.
"I won't tell anyone it was I who bested you."
You almost wish he had kissed you longer. There's no telling what the future will hold. With tears in your eyes, you force a smile. His warm hand rests in yours and no matter the weight on your shoulders, you are happy to be the one he trusts to have his back.
