Vincent Comes Home

Thanks to You-Know-Me, Stephanie, and Shen for your reviews. Y-K-M. I appreciate you taking the time to write me so much and you seeing the contrast between Reno and Vincent made me happy. I was hoping someone would see it! Yay! Stephanie. I was a little wary of doing Reno and Yuffie myself. I didn't wanna make Reno out to be a total whoredog or make Yuffie out to be a moron. But now I have a lot of fun writing for them because of all the jokes they make back and forth at each other. :) And Shen. I do plan on finishing this (unless something terrible happens to me in the meantime. *knocks on wood*) which has been something of an accomplishment for me, as I have never completely finished something I've started before. But this time I am. Got it all planned out and everything. Or course, that's subject to change--but still. It's the planning and thought that counts, right? ^_^

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This chapter is entirely centered around Reno and Yuffie.


Walk like an Egyptian!


Yuffie stretched, letting hot beads of water spray over her little frame. She scrubbed the soap between her hands and rubbed them over her throat, arms and breasts. She scratched her nose and rolled her shoulders under the hot water.

It did feel good to get regular showers now. Before it was always—fight enough monsters until you could afford it and then only stay one—maybe two, if you’re lucky—nights. By herself, she could have stayed for free—but most of the people seemed to not know Reno and the part he had played, and those who did charged him extra. And Yuffie wasn’t about to just leave him high and dry. He was a friend, after all.

And a bit more than that.

Oh, they had such a terrible time together when they first met outside the Ancient City. He was always doing things to make her angry and, if she didn’t know better [which she certainly did not], she’d say he was doing them on purpose [which he most likely was]. Of course, she hadn’t made it easy on him either. She’d made it a point to argue with nearly everything that came out of his mouth. Which had royally pissed him off because she had the nasty habit of winning. More than once, she was certain he was going to draw that electric rod of his and shock her to death.

But it had been nice too. There were no awkward questions. She didn’t ask about him being a Turk, he didn’t ask her about Wutai or Sephiroth. In fact, he acted as if he didn’t give a shit what happened to her. This was just fine with her, of course, she was kind of used to it. She’d always been expected to take care of herself.

She wasn’t like Aeris and Tifa, who were the pretty sweethearts of the group—or, at least, it seemed that way to her sometimes—because anyone from Barret, to Cid, to Cloud would drop everything to save or help either one of them. Yuffie supposed that it was natural. After all, she hadn’t exactly endeared herself to the group.

She grinned wickedly at the memory. Oh, how they’d chased her when she’d stolen their materia! She’d laughed about that for days when it was all over.

She wasn’t certain when exactly she’d begun to grow rather fond of Reno. Maybe it was after all the arguing was over, how they’d suddenly just smile at each other and paper-scissor-rock for who would make supper. Maybe it was after the one time, when she’d made a slam about that female Turk, Elena, and Reno had ordered her to shut her mouth or he’d shut it for her. And she’d made another comment and he actually had gotten up and attacked her. They’d had quite a fight and both had collapsed on the ground, breathing hard. But it had been a good match and they both felt better afterwards. Maybe it was after they’d started regularly training together after that? Or maybe it was because he had actually eaten her soup and not complained. Even ventured to say it was good but he could help her so it wasn’t the consistency of tar. He’d always made fun of her after that, wondering how such an excellent ninja couldn’t have picked up how to boil water in ninja school, or wherever it was she learned ninja stuff.

Maybe it was because he’d actually taken her seriously. Everyone had always just brushed her off as that little ninja who was younger than everybody else. But Reno had actually looked at her as a person instead of an obnoxious bitch—although he had said, with an impudent grin, that that was hard to look past.

She heard the door grate open to the showers.

Curious, she poked her head around the curtain to see if it was Tifa, which would have puzzled her because Tifa seemed very much on the fritz as of late. But she saw no one. Unconcerned, Yuffie popped back into the shower and began to rinse shampoo from her hair.

She tried to open her eyes when she heard the curtain suddenly whisk aside. Panicked, she rubbed water out of her eyes but hadn’t even looked up when she felt the arms slide around her waist.

“Hey, babe,” came a low, husky voice.

Or maybe it was because he always managed to surprise her.

He planted kisses on her shoulder, pressing her into the tile wall. Smiling, she opened her eyes to him. “Hey yourself,” she said back.

The smile he gave her was crooked, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes were hooded as he slid his hands from her hips up her sides to place them on either side of her. “I thought you were gonna wait on me?”

She grinned, giving him an insolent look. “You took too damn long. I was afraid you’d left me for Vincent.”

Reno burst into laughter at this. “Well, that would be awkward. Who would wear the pants, after all?”

“Well, you’d have a mistress, so certainly not you.”

“You’d be my mistress, I suppose?”

“Well, I’d hardly expect you to drop both of us.”

Reno smirk softened at that. “Nah, I wouldn’t leave you for Vincent. And I certainly wouldn’t play you.”

“Why’s that?”

Reno tut-tutted. “He’s so tall, you know? I hate tall people. Big turn-off.”

“Hate them? Like—“

“Like kill them all.” He laughed.

“What if he was short?”

“Naw, don’t like men. We’re obnoxious bastards.”

“I’ll agree with that.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised.”

She grinned at him, going up on her tiptoes to give his nose a tiny lick. He sputtered water and went cross-eyed trying to look at his nose, merely because he knew it would make her laugh.

He pressed up against her, fully flushing their bodies against one another. She arched into him, digging her hips against his. He slid his hands down the slick wall and pushed them up her back, forcing her against him. He set his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes, feeling the trim body of the woman with him and letting the water beat against his face.

He wouldn’t admit it, but these were moments he truly savored with Yuffie. To be honest, he’d never met another woman like her in his life and, for some reason he couldn’t really explain, he didn’t want to lose her.

He scorned the idea that he was in love with her. He, Reno—in love--and with a former enemy? Yeah right. He’d been with many women and he had yet to fall in love with any of them. He simply waited until he got bored, than he left. The thing was, he’d been with Yuffie for nearly a year…and he wasn’t bored yet. It made him uneasy. He didn’t really know how she felt about him because, as an unspoken rule, they’d never broached the subject. Not even the first time they had slept together had the question been voiced because neither of them had really felt the need.

But he found that no matter how uneasy he was, he couldn’t resist her. As he slid a hand between their bodies to touch her breast, he could remember...


They sat across from each other around a little fire. They were in a little cave, not much more than a hole in the cliff side. These mountains ranged around a giant waterfall. Unable to afford an inn, and, frankly being too far away, they holed up in the little cave.

Yuffie stretched, unsnapping her arm protector and ninja gear. She was in a foul mood tonight. She’d been sent a message from Tifa’s phone, telling her that there was still no sign of Vincent and, by the way, Cid was moving in. For some reason, Yuffie was annoyed at this message, implying that Yuffie should still be looking for Vincent and doing nothing else with her time, while Cid—who had an airship--got to move into the house and bake cookies or something. Yuffie personally thought it was a lost cause and if Vincent didn’t want to found, then he fucking wouldn’t be.

A gust came in and brushed around Yuffie. Scowling, she got up and stomped over to Reno’s side of the fire. She kicked lightly at his arm, as he lounged on the ground.

“Move over.”

“Why?”

“’Cause I said so. And it’s cold on that side.”

Reno sat up, allowing her to sit next to him. He felt uncomfortable, suddenly. Jittery almost, like he couldn’t keep his fingers still. His foot began to tap all on it’s own. He looked everywhere but at her. “C’mon Yuffie. No need to be such a bitch about it. Tifa’s doin’ shit too, no doubt. And I seriously don’t think Highwind would move in just to help with her fucking baking.”

“Might as well,” she snarked. “Big sissie.”

Reno sputtered laughter. He smiled, letting his eyes take in her booted foot. Then her ankle. Before he knew it he was roving up her calf, to her knees, to her thighs. He gazed over her trim hips and slim waist, over her breasts, toned arms and shoulders to her face.

He found her staring right back at him.

With a jerk of surprise, suddenly furious with himself, he looked away. “Well?”

“What?” she snapped.

“You gonna tell me t’keep my eyes to myself or what?”

“Tch, I’m not a fucking kid, Reno,” she sneered at him.

He had folded himself over his knees; he glared at her.

“Gimme yer jacket.”

“Fuck you.”

Suddenly she was on him, leaping at him and wrestling off his blue suit-jacket. She leapt off just as quickly, slipping it on and turning her nose up as she sat back down.

Reno scowled, wondering why he hadn’t fucking killed her a long time ago. He rolled up the sleeves to his dress shirt. When he turned back to glance at her, he found her staring at him. “What?” he snapped.

The wicked grin she gave him was appreciative. “That’s a good look for you.”

He sneered at her. “That pick up line is old, sweets. Try something new.”

Her looked of outrage was unmistakable. “You were the one staring at me, you pervert.”

Reno shrugged. “Can’t pass up nice architecture.”

She rolled her eyes. The world-known, non-verbal dismissal that said, You’re a fucking moron..

“Need I remind you,” Reno said, smirking. “That I’m the one that made dinner.”

“Oh yeah, big thing it was too. I mean, when I saw the roses, candles, and velvet chairs I just knew—Reno must have made dinner. How lucky for me.”

“Rich coming from someone who burns water.”

“Rich coming from someone who can’t hunt worth a shit. And I’m the only reason we ever end up eating anything.”

Reno tongued his cheek. Okay, so the bitch had a point. “Touché.”

“Heh. Heh.” Yuffie said, smirking.

Reno scowled and suddenly turned away. He took off his boots, unbuttoned his shirt and leaned back on his hands.

“What are you doing?” Yuffie asked, looking puzzled.

Reno barely glanced at her. “Well, hell, I figured if you liked the architecture that much, I may as well put on a show.”

And just like that, Reno had made it so she had not won. Because now she was the one feeling stupid. But that meant, of course, that she had to make up for it—just like Reno did.

“You want me to sleep with you or something?

She’d asked the magic question. Instantly, Reno’s attention snapped over to her.

“Well,” she continued. “I know how you are, Reno.”

He immediately put on the not-too-eager face. “Shit, if you’re offering.”

She sneered. “Please, I’ve met better than you in Midgar, and that’s sayin’ something.”

“Oh, bullshit.”

“Well aren’t you cocky?”

“Comes with the skills.”

“What skills?”

He gave her a cool look. “Well, they tell I’m a womanizer, right? There’s a reason for that.”

“Funny. I haven’t see any women clamoring to get to you lately.”

“That’s ‘cause I’m with a kid like you.”

Yuffie stilled. “I’m not a kid.”

Reno scratched his ear, knowing he’d just crossed A Line. He sighed. “All right, all right. You’re not a kid. You’re a well-built young woman.”

She glared at him.

“Oh come on, Yuffie. Fuck.”

Up she leapt again and, grabbing the front of his shirt, she kissed him.

His eyes popped wide-open and he stared right at her. Her eyes, open too, were serious. She pulled away. “I’m not a kid.”

She sat back from him, glaring.

He swallowed. “Point taken.”

She huffed and glared.

He tongued his cheek, debating.

“What?” she snapped.

Reno looked off to the side, looked back at her and smiled. “Can you do that again? I don’t think I’m quite convinced.”

She stared at him for probably a full three seconds…then a rueful, laughing smile spread like warm butter over her face. She gave him an appraising look.

“Well?” he asked, sounding hopefully, grinning wickedly.

Yuffie shrugged. “Dunno if I like the architecture.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Well, that can be remedied.” He sat on his knees and took off his shirt. “Shall I give you the tour?” He reached out and snagged her hands, dragging her to him. Looking her straight in the eye, he placed her hands in his hair.

Yuffie started to laugh. “This is ridiculous.”

Reno raised a hand. “Now, now. You’re the one with doubts.” He put his fingers around hers, rubbing her knuckles. “Up here, “ he began. “is the roof. It’s a stately shade of red. Quite out of the ordinary, really. And well managed too.”

“No split ends?”

Reno shook his head. “No missing shingles.”

Yuffie burst out laughing.

He guided her hands to his face. “Here we have two windows, blue, with black shutters.” He closed his eyes he her slipped her hands to his lips. “This is the door.” He narrowed his eyes at her, giving that wicked smile and gently kissing her fingers rather suggestively.

He slid her hands down to his shoulders and then gestured to his torso. “This is the paint job. A fleshy color, with blue—“ he pointed to his blue pants. “And lines to define the best bits.” He took her hands in his own and slipped them down his chest to his abdomen. “Front porch,” he said, winking at her.

Suddenly she shook him off and grabbed him through his pants. “Key to the neighbor’s house?” she asked, giving him a saucy grin.

It took every fiber in him not to move. He swallowed hard. “Yep,” he attempted to say this in a seductive voice, but it cracked in the middle.

Yuffie sputtered laughter. Reno leaned into her. He slipped his hand down her side to the joining of her legs. “Back door,” he said, grinning.

“Have I invited you over?”

“Nope,” Reno said, smirking. “It’s a complete—“and here he suddenly shoved his hands up her shirt and lifted it right off—“surprise.” He leaned back to admire the view. “Had to kill the milk man so he wouldn’t tell the neighbors.”

“But hey,” Reno continued. “What the hell?” He pulled her to him and unhooked her bra, throwing it to the cave floor. Suddenly, he paused. “Hey, you ever done this before?”

Yuffie looked to the side. “Well, no.”

Reno shrugged. “Thought not. S’ok. I’ve dealt with virgins before.” Not wanting to kill the mood, Reno tugged her back to him by her belt loops and undid her shorts. “Sometimes,” he said, slipping his fingers to touch the sensitive skin. “I try and pick the lock on the door. Sometimes, I’m successful. Sometimes not.” He felt her dampen almost immediately. They’d have to work on that. He rubbed in a clockwise motion, steady and slow, until he felt her shoulder muscles relax and her legs and hips tense. He heard her gasp. He wrapped an arm around her back and pinned her to him as she suddenly went rigid.

When she came back to herself she took a deep breath, staring at him. A smile lit up her whole face. She shoved him. Reno toppled off his knees and lay on the floor. Yuffie crouched over him, eyes alight with some kind of ferocity that Reno had never seen in her.

“Well, let’s see this goddamn key then.” She nearly tore away his clothes to study him. Her scrutiny made Reno feel odd but did not really embarrass him. Bold, she grabbed him, studying every part of his penis with her fingers.

Reno tensed, going cross-eyed as she poked and prodded and settled on a rubbing motion. “Naw, you’re too rough. Lessen up a little.”

Undaunted, Yuffie nodded as if this were most serious and lightened her touch. Instantly, Reno felt the effects as his groin hardened. Smirking, Yuffie suddenly ducked her head.

“Jesus Christ!” Reno nearly jumped out of his skin. Yuffie pulled back up, giving an evil grin.

“Aw, whas wong Weno?”

Reno opened and closed his mouth. “You’re damn brave. I’ve never met a virgin as eager as you.”

“Ready to learn,” she said. She pointed down. “Needs polish.”

Reno laughed. “These architecture-house analogies are getting a little weird.”

Yuffie crouched lower, licking her lips. “But it’s kinda fun.”

Reno arched his back as he felt her mouth, warm and wet, enclose over him. “Shit, you’re pretty fucking good at that, Yuffie.” His voice cracked again as he struggled to keep control of himself.

Yuffie snickered at him. She abruptly sat back and removed the rest of her clothes. If she was embarrassed she refused to show it, instead throwing herself into action. She crouched over Reno again, sucking and pulling.

“Yuffie, yer gonna have to move…I…”

She ignored him.

“Yuffie! Hey! Hey…Yuff…”

Too late.

With a gasp of surprise, Yuffie snapped upwards, a look of complete surprise on her face. She licked her lips, smacking her gums awkwardly, a strange look on her face. “Well, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

Reno lay back on the floor, breathing hard. “Shit, Yuffie. You are somethin’ else.” He sat up. Grinning at her boldness, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to him. “Damn.”

“What?”

He shook his head, lost for words. “Nothin’.” He pulled her to the ground, shoving her under him. “You are a total virgin, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You should like this then. Most women do.”

Reno didn’t bother with coaxing; he spread her legs apart and dove in. She started to protest but she froze when she felt his tongue.

“Ho’ shit!”

Reno laughed, using his teeth to nip at her, then digging his tongue in hard and lapping it over her. She gasped, arching against the floor. He brought his tongue back to the little bundle of nerves and went at it with gusto. She gasped, moaning and digging her fingernails into the cold stone floor that neither of them really noticed anymore.

Reno was suddenly very aware of his current state of affairs. He was tense, his blood was thumping at a thousand miles an hours and he was more aroused than he had ever been. He couldn’t really explain why this was so. He’d been with other women before and had done similar things but for some reason…with Yuffie…

He left her sex and licked his way up her abdomen, stomach, and breasts until he claimed her throat. “Brace yourself, babe.”

Her cries made him smile. He thrust in and out and she surprised him by matching it and then increasing as she came closer and closer to her climax.

She came violently, digging her nails into his shoulder blades. All her muscles went rigid and she cried out, gasping.

Reno thrust harder, quicker until, with a violent trembling, he came as well, breathless and feeling exhilarated. He threw himself to the side, so he wouldn’t have to lay on her. Breathing hard, they turned and looked at each other. They grinned.

“Damn,” Yuffie said, wiping sweat off her brow. “I got more out of that then I do with training.”

“Well, instead of working out, we could just have sex.”

Yuffie laughed. “I like the sounds of that.”

Reno grinned at the memory, lifting Yuffie up and shoving into her. Her tiny little frame—she was so light. She wrapped her arms around him, fingers grasping at his hair, hot water beating down on both of them.

She grunted as she shuddered around him. He bounced her a little and thrust a few more times to achieve his own climax.

They sat down at the bottom of the shower. Yuffie leaned against his shoulder. Reno slipped an arm around her waist.

“I could get used to this.”

Yuffie looked at him. “I thought you already were used to this?”

“Yeah, but not on an airship.”

“Oh, that makes it new and exciting?”

Reno shrugged. “Yeah, kinda. I guess.”

“Dork.”

“Bitch.”

“Manwhore.”

Reno feigned a look of outrage. “Takes one to know one!”

Yuffie laughed, opening her mouth to catch some hot water on her lips.

Reno looked down at her, smiling.

Hell, maybe he did love her?

No way. Right...?

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Just as a note for the curious:::

The idea for the architecture thing came from my friends and me. A couple years ago, we were in Chicago during one of the music festivals. My two friends, Samantha and Christina started doing a running commentary on the attractive men they saw and started to refer to them as 'architecture'.

The eyes were windows--and if they had glasses or sunglasses--they were stained-glass windows.

The clothing was the 'paint job'.

The hair was the roof and so on and so forth.

A guy who was with a girl was 'rented', a single guy was an open loft, and getting married was reffered to as 'buying a house'.

After a time, it became something of a running joke. And is something we fondly remember about our trips to Chicago.