Goodnight Kiss

*this is an odd pairing, isn’t it?? Well, gotta go against the grain I guess, lol.*

Goodnight Kiss
Chapter Three
Temptation

So it was no dream. He was a demon.

Ambushed by monsters half-way back to the Tiny Bronco, Vincent was cracked hard in the head, right on that nerve. Unable to send commands to his body, his knees had buckled and the ground came rushing up to greet him. A sickness… a cold grip on his heart and that pins-and-needles feeling all over…

He had changed into something terrifying in front of not only Cloud, but Aerith as well. That bothered him. The fact that he had taken a back seat from his own senses and actions to savagely maul their attackers made him worry deeply for his companion’s safety.

He wondered if that concern would have half as intense if Aerith were not present.

He was lying on his back on a sleeping bag, staring at the stars and listening to the others from a ways off near the campfire. In addition to a lack of need for sleep, warmth did little for him. He might as well have been dead. He would have believed so if it weren’t for her…

“The weapon seller I heard about in Gongaga sounds interesting,” Cloud was saying. “You think he might have seen Sephiroth?”

“Maybe…” Tifa sounded like she was shrugging.

“We should go ask him!” Aerith suggested this. Vincent had memorized the tones of her voice so well already…

“Who the hell cares! Les’ jus’ get on wit’ it…”

“Hey, brat—get the hell off my plane!”

“It’s broken! It’s not like I’m hurting it!”

“Ya lousy kid, am-fuckin-scray! … … I’m SERIOUS, get the fuck away from the Bronco unless I say you can get near it!”

Yuffie squawked as Cid chased her away from his pride and joy. That’s the way it sounded anyway. Slowly, the conversations died away to whispers, then even that started to drift away.

“G’night, Cloud.”

“Mmhm…”

Aerith got similar responses from everyone else. Vincent was so far out from the fire he wondered if she would bother tonight. Of course she did. He braced himself for temptation.

“Hey,” she said, crouching next to him. Her head was tilted with a smile. “Mr. Lone Ranger. Why out here?”

So his demons wouldn’t put anyone in danger. No, that wasn’t right… so she wasn’t in danger. If it weren’t for her, he doubted he’s still be here. Maybe he would have marched strait back to ShinRa and rip Hojo to pieces with the very curse he had bestowed. But then it would be foolish to do so alone…

Vincent ended up shrugging. She probably knew.

He was right. “You’re not a monster, Vincent. And you’re not dead to the world either,” she assured. “You’re heart is gentler than you think.”

“How do you…?” he half-asked, wondering how to phrase it. She waited for him to put it into words. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You know exactly what everyone is thinking.”

Aerith laughed softly. “Well I’m no mind-reader, but I guess you could say I feel certain things. Kind of like how I feel the Promised Land.”

Vincent sat up and looked at her. A remnant of Lucrecia in the way her eyes glowed and the way her body moved. The memory of her writhing beneath his touches made him shiver again. He wondered constantly if that would continue, even though by all rights it shouldn’t. Recently they all had been far too busy for her goodnights… in fact this was the first peaceful night they’d all had in a few days.

“Who is she?”

“Hm?”

“The woman you dream about?”

Vincent shifted uncomfortably and turned away a little. It was like she was peeling away his privacy. It was unsettling in most respects, but in others, sinfully exciting. “No one important.”

Her fingers caressed his hair again. The hairs everywhere else stood on end as she did so. “Honestly, would you do more than a quick comb if it weren’t for me?”

He’d almost forgotten what she was talking about until she started to brush out tiny, forgotten and invisible knots in his hair. Every pore on the top of his head lit up with sensation suddenly, and just her removing the headpiece was starting to turn him on.

“Stop,” he ordered, firmly reminding himself of her innocence and how it should stay intact.

“Are you okay?”

You know what this does to me… “You tempt me again.”

Aerith sort of wavered in realization. “Oh… is that why before…?”

“Yes.”

It was as hard to admit as it was to deny her. But he folded up his intense desire and tucked it away.

She blushed. “Well… I’ve been sort of thinking about it…” she confessed. “It’s kind of hard not to, you know?”

Trust me, I know… He nodded, then sighed. “We don’t belong with each other.”

“I ‘belong’ to someone else? Is that what you think?”

“Cloud, if anyone.” If he’d get his head out of his ass…

Aerith leaned against his back and looked up to the stars with him. She was blushing again. “Is it that obvious?”

Her arm resting gently on his back; the way her cheeks filled with color almost childishly… oh god… “It doesn’t take a Turk to notice,” he told her. It was much easier to speak his mind around her, mostly because it only took a few words for her to pick up his thoughts. Not that he could think very coherently around her anyway…

Aerith shook her head. “He’s not interested.” There was an uncertainty in that statement that dashed Vincent’s tiny little hope. The way her hands rested around his abdomen though, and her breath on his neck… she was so willing before and she had been thinking about him. Her presence was starting to take an inevitable effect…

Aerith must have felt him shiver again. “I’m sorry. Tell me to go away and I will.”

She was giving him a chance to back out now. What irony, but a blessed chance to end this blasphemy. But try as he might, he couldn’t bring to words into existence; he couldn’t send her away. The campfire held no warmth for him, but her warmth made his body melt into an unresponsive puddle, completely and willingly under her control.

“I can’t,” he admitted. Who else would he have shown his weaknesses to? Lucrecia had only seen an inkling of it all… he was in far too deep now. Though fairly confident he could trust her, the Turk in him tsked in shame.

“I understand,” she said, rising to leave. His hand reached and lingered on her dress, torn. Aerith hesitated, then leaned down to give him a sort of goodnight kiss. He meant to turn away, but she aimed off in the dark while he shifted the wrong way. Their lips caught each other and both of them lost all intentions of parting.

Nothing else in the world now mattered but the way their tongues intermingled. She came into him, and he couldn’t do a damn thing to stop her. He nibbled on the sensitive skin of her neck and was burning with the way his body wanted her, just from her shy little gasps and her nails unintentionally finding nerves on his scalp.

Vincent wanted to laugh at the foolishness of it—making out in the dark like a couple of sneaky teenagers. Why, oh why did he let her do this to him? His hands were already moving into position without his knowledge, hesitantly asking—

He suddenly stopped—that’s when he realized what he was doing—when Aerith put a firm grip on his hard on. He tensed, sucking air in very slowly. What could she know about pleasuring a man? Of course his body was crying, “yes, yes, YES!!” That other piece of him was a whisp of a reminder: She is pure. Innocent. Virgin. Don’t dirty her…

“You haven’t…?”

“No.”

“Then don’t.” Masochist’s words, those.

“Don’t worry so much about me,” she told him, and released his cock from the hold his pants had on it. Hot and cold most certainly were still felt, and the contrast of the night air and her hand made him bite down a moan. Mustn’t wake the others…

Her mouth was a sweet blessing. Obviously amateur, she could only take in half of his length, but it didn’t matter in the slightest. She had no problems feeling out each little pleasure zone, exploring each vein with her curious tongue. Down and in, to the back of her tongue and out again. Delicious friction… She came up to the very head of it, manipulating that spot just under the slit…

“Easy…” he gasped, both as an instruction and a warning. More of a warning. Too much longer on that spot… “Aerith…” he moaned. He was going to…

And he did, for the first time in ages. He came hard and was bathed in that all-consuming, toe-curling pleasure for a few heavenly seconds. He wasn’t sure if he had made any sound or not, his head was so caught up in it.

Then he sat up and immediately put his focus back on Aerith. She had her mouth covered in recovery. “I’m sorry…” he apologized.

Her smile was a soft one. Not her usual grin, but still warm. “Why are you sorry?”

Millions of reasons. He really was a monster for allowing himself to drag her into this… He closed up his clothing and laid back. “I shouldn’t have.”

Her arm was over his chest and had found the most wonderfully comfortable position within seconds. “Don’t be ridiculous.” There was a small silence. “You know… you struck me as more of a briefs kinda guy.”

She didn’t strike him as the kind of girl who would notice. She brought up the weirdest things at the strangest times… another charm of hers, he supposed. Oh, he was way in over his head already—now he was starting to really like her. Not just her presence, but her.

What in god’s name had he gotten himself into?


End Chapter Three
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I’m a tease, I know, I’ll kick myself for you. (/kick). Hey, thanks WhatTimesAreIt for the encouragement!