Cloud Strife x reader: First class-chapter 3

A small smirk graced your lips. Cloud? His name was Cloud? What an unusual name....... Your gaze jerked back up to the ma-,Cloud. He tried to move his upper body forward again, "a-AGH!" The mako male groaned. "St-stop moving, let me get some pain killers!" With that you proceeded to move from your seat to the desk in the secluded corner. Tearing open the disheveled drawers, your hand shot in, feeling around frantically for a small cylinder. Your (s/c) digits coiled themselves around a short tube, retracting your arm, you crossed the room back to Cloud's side. "Say ah" you commanded; his pale lips hesitantly parted, cobalt orbs watched the bottle curiously. Popping the lid, you slid out a shaded, jade herb; cautiously your fingers gently discarded the leaf onto his heated tongue, trying desperately not to brush the inside of the male's heated, muscular tavern. Que the next blush. "Don't move, you have a minor external flesh wound on you lower left waist." Cloud's eyes peered down to his bare abdomen, his right eyebrow raised, he gazed at you questioningly."I had to remove the shirt, it would have gotten in the way of me-" "I understand" he mumbled, orbs again taking interest in the snowy comforter. An ire-decent silence swireled into the encased dwelling, holding you and Cloud in its grasp.