Goodnight Kiss
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,329
Reviews:
44
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Broken Promise
*(/cries) knifecrew, you have rejected me! Lol, jk jk, this is a weird one, and all review are much appreciated! Thank you all so far! (specially CherryFlavoredDuo and OriginalSin )*
Goodnight Kiss
Chapter Four
Broken Promise
Vincent endured the Golden Saucer with a reserved patience. The last time he’s been here it had just been a casino without the park or flashy attractions. He also had to cover a lot of money for one of his fellow Turks for losing so much. No fond memories here either.
Aerith latched onto his arm with a gasp as Cloud was struck hard in the chest in the battle arena, then cheered with the others as he countered, not phased in the slightest. What a stupid contest for a lousy keystone. Walden Dio would never have done such a thing, but his son was a regular nut job, and Vincent merely sat back and allowed Cloud to make a fool of himself.
What was worse, the tram was broken when all was said and done. At least Cait Sith had the sense to get him his own room as they were forced to stay in the ghost hotel. It was almost expected now. He had shared once with Cid only because the inn was booked full. He was an interesting enough man when awake, but asleep his snores could register on the rictor scale. Never, ever again.
Cloud had tried his best to explain what had happened so far, but Vincent decided that he wasn’t very good at it. He nudged Cid halfway through everyone talking over each other in hopes of a joint escape. “Lets get out of here…” he muttered to the pilot. Cid however, had fallen asleep in his chair. Vincent left him, mildly amused. It gave him an excuse not to drink with him anyway—in which Cid’s pestering had been more and more persistent.
Unfortunately that left him a good deal of the night with nothing to fill his time. He had forced his eyes not to follow Aerith’s hips up the stairs as she had hurried off. No sense in giving his longing for her body agonizing fuel. Every time it got a little further out of hand. Every time he had to turn her away, and it was ripping him apart.
No better at all when the knock came. Not to sure what to expect (though he was fairly sure of who it was), he cracked the door open first. There she was.
“Hey,” Aerith said sort of shyly. “I was thinking that since we’re here, you know, we could go see the sights.”
Vincent allowed himself a small smile at the laughable notion. Him. Go on rides. “Not my thing.”
Aerith pushed the door open a little bit, but no further than Vincent would allow, about halfway. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Can I come in?”
Vincent gritted his teeth, the bare wisp of a smile he had gone. He was afraid of this. “You know very well what would happen.”
Aerith sort of looked at her toes awkwardly. “I guess… well, you’re such a nice guy! I like being with you, you know?”
For her sake. “No.”
There was eye contact and a tense silence. “You think I should thank you, huh?”
“When you see it my way. And you may never see it that way. I apologize if that seems cold.”
“I do, don’t apologize.” She smiled. “Thank you. You might be right.” No kiss, just a little wave and the barest touch to his hand. He closed the door, heart pounding. It was for her own good. For his own good. The right decisions sometimes came at a tough price however, and Vincent was paying it dearly. His stomach clenched when he heard a knock a room over.
“A D-A-T-E! Or haven’t you ever been on one?”
Vincent found himself frowning, but shook the notion off. Cloud should be her first—and only. Their tryst would not continue, as it should be. They shouldn’t have gone as far as they had. She was Cloud’s. End of story.
He undressed and lay in his bed, motionless and sleepless.
*
Vincent was just drifting into his half-sleep after what could have been hours of mulling over both terrifying and unclear memory when there was a sharp knock and the door whipped open. He started awake, instinctually reaching for the shotgun on the floor next to his bed.
“Vincent?”
His eyes focused in the dark on the figure in the doorway and recognized Aerith immediately. Noting the troubled tone in her voice, he decided to sit up and acknowledge her. Had Cloud broken her heart? Had her frailty shattered?
Her first few steps were hesitant, but then she rushed into him, trailing tears in her wake. A sob broke out of her and into his chest as she threw her arms over him. Unsure why he was suddenly her solace, he quietly accepted her tears, tentatively resting his hand in the small of her back. She would speak when she was ready, so there was no point in asking.
“Cait Sith is a spy,” she cried after a second of composure gathering. “Marlene is a hostage!”
Marlene… oh yes, Barret’s adopted child. ShinRa in their midst… of course. Cait always did seem fake in his happy nature, the real him collected cautiously behind the stuffed body he paraded around in. He was a Turk controlled toy. Most definitely a Turk, Vincent decided as Aerith told him everything.
There was a moment of quiet as Vincent chewed on which question in his head to put together. “And yet… you come here. To me.” And not to Cloud. Or anyone else for that matter…
She had an uncanny way of knowing what he was thinking, despite her rejection of the title ‘mind-reader.’ “Cloud… has too much baggage for me,” Aerith whispered into his chest. “It makes me so sad… but only he can change himself.”
It broke what was little of Vincent’s heart to hear her cry over the fool. Rejection was a sharp knife to be thrust into, even for the brightest soul. Why anyone—even an idiot like Cloud—would turn down this beautiful angel baffled him. At least he had an excuse. If only she could be his…
Vincent was still too tentative to kiss her tears away, though by now such advances were no matter of uncertainty for wanting them. But he did follow each little path on her face with his finger, like with a single motion he could reverse the damage. Tracing pain that was deeper than just Cloud or ShinRa.
He shuddered as her body made his react in a seemingly now natural way. Now was not the time—she was in pain. He learned his lesson in women—sex is no balm for heartbreak. Aerith had closed her eyes at this point in his exploration of her face. He wasn’t sure if it was trust or expectancy. Within a few seconds neither were an issue; their lips were in a familiar captivity with one another and their tongues were seeking each other out.
Just a half-innocent kiss could set him ablaze, and his self-denial did nothing to help the matter. He couldn’t stop his hand from wandering—gradually, like he always did so she could have the chance to say no—down her chest and sliding between fabric and hot, soft flesh…
Her motions welcomed him—they fit together like puzzle pieces no matter how she arched now. The way her head fell back on his shoulder so he could kiss the sensitive nerves there; the way her meek little ass fell just short of rubbing against his desire; the way their legs automatically shifted so their ankles were intertwined…
It was so easy to lose himself in her that he didn’t realize that they were stripping each other. He didn’t know they were both naked until after a maddening amount of foreplay Aerith rolled him over and did those things with her mouth upon his member that she had only just become accustomed to. It made him quiver with the erotic pleasure of it all. She remembered where all those spots were after just one forbidden taste and exactly how to make him squirm. His cock was swallowed with ever more vigor; she wanted it, god she wanted him to give it to her…
She was kissing him and so help him god, he was kissing her back, bare and ready against him, hot and wet against the tip of his cock, ready to dive into a world of dark and secret pleasure…
Vincent jumped and pushed her off, terrified at what he almost did. “No…!” he managed, sitting up and turning away.
Aerith’s hands and face were leaning into his back, literally buzzing from the sexual static between them. That half realized notion and unintentional seduction had cascaded into something downright dirty, and he couldn’t do it.
“Why can’t it be you?” she asked quietly. “I’ve got no one else and neither do you. You have nothing to feel guilty over.”
“You’re judgment is not sound,” he told her, getting up and making his way to the bathroom. Cold shower—that’s what he needed, and badly. He was refusing her to protect her! Why couldn’t she accept it?!
Her hand suddenly gripped his on the cold nozzle. Startled at her presence (and annoyed that he was upset enough not to take note of his environment), he could do little to stop her from guiding his hand back over to the hot nozzle and twisting it.
She knew. Goddammit, that vixen knew he was on his last legs of denying her and was actively seeking to break his will at this point. “Aerith…” he said through his teeth, simply pleading for her to end her game; to let him atone properly.
“In,” she ordered playfully, pushing him into the tub. His resolve almost torn to pieces, he stumbled in and watched in agony as she followed and turned to adjust the temperature The water was making her skin slick and lubricated gave his might another sledge hammer blow. God he wanted to take her, and his common sense was losing to this notion fast.
She had something in her hand… hotel shampoo. She wasn’t…
Mother of Christ she was. She had to reach a ways up to his head, but she was lathering soap into his hair. This was far, far worse than simply brushing his hair. Her fingers were tickling his follicles. She was wet and naked and facing him so he could see each jiggle of her breasts the motion of her arms were causing. The tip of his highly erect cock was resting above her belly button, giving a tantalizing friction with every move of her body.
“God, why do you do this?” he asked shakily. Unsure what to do with his arms, he kept his hand(s) locked on her hips as if they were dancing, using the equator rule: not too far south, not too far north. The landmarks of either taunted him though, begging to be touched or fucked…
“Vincent, I turned down Cloud for you,” she told him, holding his gaze. His shock must have shown. “Is it so hard to believe?”
Yes, yes it was. The object of her affection set aside for him? Mind-blowing! What had he done to ruin her chance at real love?! What a beast he was!
“Vincent,” she said into his lips, just above a whisper. “My judgment is sound. I want you. You. No one else.”
Aerith pressed into him, giving him the ultimate permission. Not just lust-hazed consent. Real permission to take her.
He half moaned, half laughed some comment about going to hell as the wall came crashing down after all the cracks and crumbles she had thrown at it. Kissing her deeply, he gently pushed her against the tile wall, giving her plenty of time to back out. He lifted her weight easily, spreading her thighs to see that she was ready—oh so ready.
No second thoughts. Just her flushed face asking—waiting. His cock was at her entrance; she seemed to be holding her breath. Tightly, but easily for the first few inches. Even that could have made him come if she asked.
Aerith tensed. “Please…”
Vincent pulled back and drove in, taking her maidenhead in one blow. He cringed as Aerith stifled a yelp, for a spit-second all his doubts rearing up and the repercussions of such an act swirling about. But the pure pleasure of being inside a woman—not just any woman, but Aerith!—made them fall away with the rest of his defenses as she let out an elating moan.
He joined her as her started to thrust, his cock now reaching untouched territory that was itching to be awakened. Within minutes they both danced the frantic motions of approaching orgasm. He didn’t have to work hard to make her come. She squirmed and bucked between him and the wall she was pressed against, crying his name as the sweet friction of him scouring out the inside of her sent them both over the edge.
He came with a deep exhale as Aerith threw her head back in a soundless cry. And then there was just the sound of breathing under the whine of the shower. Tingling nerves and hot steam. Cheap shampoo and sex. He held her there for a moment, with his chin on her shoulder, slumped in defeat.
“I’m sorry…” he breathed. So, so sorry that he’d given in… but at the same time overjoyed—or as close to it as he could be. Would this go on? Would this be a blissful escape? Would he be bold enough to be her—what a ridiculous idea—“significant other?”
Aerith lowered her feet, removing him from her sex in the motion. She savored the embrace and held him tight, her oversensitive skin basking in the heat and the water and even how harsh his claw was on her back compared to his hand.
“Don’t be.”
End Chapter Four
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The sin has been committed! But! We are not finished!
Goodnight Kiss
Chapter Four
Broken Promise
Vincent endured the Golden Saucer with a reserved patience. The last time he’s been here it had just been a casino without the park or flashy attractions. He also had to cover a lot of money for one of his fellow Turks for losing so much. No fond memories here either.
Aerith latched onto his arm with a gasp as Cloud was struck hard in the chest in the battle arena, then cheered with the others as he countered, not phased in the slightest. What a stupid contest for a lousy keystone. Walden Dio would never have done such a thing, but his son was a regular nut job, and Vincent merely sat back and allowed Cloud to make a fool of himself.
What was worse, the tram was broken when all was said and done. At least Cait Sith had the sense to get him his own room as they were forced to stay in the ghost hotel. It was almost expected now. He had shared once with Cid only because the inn was booked full. He was an interesting enough man when awake, but asleep his snores could register on the rictor scale. Never, ever again.
Cloud had tried his best to explain what had happened so far, but Vincent decided that he wasn’t very good at it. He nudged Cid halfway through everyone talking over each other in hopes of a joint escape. “Lets get out of here…” he muttered to the pilot. Cid however, had fallen asleep in his chair. Vincent left him, mildly amused. It gave him an excuse not to drink with him anyway—in which Cid’s pestering had been more and more persistent.
Unfortunately that left him a good deal of the night with nothing to fill his time. He had forced his eyes not to follow Aerith’s hips up the stairs as she had hurried off. No sense in giving his longing for her body agonizing fuel. Every time it got a little further out of hand. Every time he had to turn her away, and it was ripping him apart.
No better at all when the knock came. Not to sure what to expect (though he was fairly sure of who it was), he cracked the door open first. There she was.
“Hey,” Aerith said sort of shyly. “I was thinking that since we’re here, you know, we could go see the sights.”
Vincent allowed himself a small smile at the laughable notion. Him. Go on rides. “Not my thing.”
Aerith pushed the door open a little bit, but no further than Vincent would allow, about halfway. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Can I come in?”
Vincent gritted his teeth, the bare wisp of a smile he had gone. He was afraid of this. “You know very well what would happen.”
Aerith sort of looked at her toes awkwardly. “I guess… well, you’re such a nice guy! I like being with you, you know?”
For her sake. “No.”
There was eye contact and a tense silence. “You think I should thank you, huh?”
“When you see it my way. And you may never see it that way. I apologize if that seems cold.”
“I do, don’t apologize.” She smiled. “Thank you. You might be right.” No kiss, just a little wave and the barest touch to his hand. He closed the door, heart pounding. It was for her own good. For his own good. The right decisions sometimes came at a tough price however, and Vincent was paying it dearly. His stomach clenched when he heard a knock a room over.
“A D-A-T-E! Or haven’t you ever been on one?”
Vincent found himself frowning, but shook the notion off. Cloud should be her first—and only. Their tryst would not continue, as it should be. They shouldn’t have gone as far as they had. She was Cloud’s. End of story.
He undressed and lay in his bed, motionless and sleepless.
*
Vincent was just drifting into his half-sleep after what could have been hours of mulling over both terrifying and unclear memory when there was a sharp knock and the door whipped open. He started awake, instinctually reaching for the shotgun on the floor next to his bed.
“Vincent?”
His eyes focused in the dark on the figure in the doorway and recognized Aerith immediately. Noting the troubled tone in her voice, he decided to sit up and acknowledge her. Had Cloud broken her heart? Had her frailty shattered?
Her first few steps were hesitant, but then she rushed into him, trailing tears in her wake. A sob broke out of her and into his chest as she threw her arms over him. Unsure why he was suddenly her solace, he quietly accepted her tears, tentatively resting his hand in the small of her back. She would speak when she was ready, so there was no point in asking.
“Cait Sith is a spy,” she cried after a second of composure gathering. “Marlene is a hostage!”
Marlene… oh yes, Barret’s adopted child. ShinRa in their midst… of course. Cait always did seem fake in his happy nature, the real him collected cautiously behind the stuffed body he paraded around in. He was a Turk controlled toy. Most definitely a Turk, Vincent decided as Aerith told him everything.
There was a moment of quiet as Vincent chewed on which question in his head to put together. “And yet… you come here. To me.” And not to Cloud. Or anyone else for that matter…
She had an uncanny way of knowing what he was thinking, despite her rejection of the title ‘mind-reader.’ “Cloud… has too much baggage for me,” Aerith whispered into his chest. “It makes me so sad… but only he can change himself.”
It broke what was little of Vincent’s heart to hear her cry over the fool. Rejection was a sharp knife to be thrust into, even for the brightest soul. Why anyone—even an idiot like Cloud—would turn down this beautiful angel baffled him. At least he had an excuse. If only she could be his…
Vincent was still too tentative to kiss her tears away, though by now such advances were no matter of uncertainty for wanting them. But he did follow each little path on her face with his finger, like with a single motion he could reverse the damage. Tracing pain that was deeper than just Cloud or ShinRa.
He shuddered as her body made his react in a seemingly now natural way. Now was not the time—she was in pain. He learned his lesson in women—sex is no balm for heartbreak. Aerith had closed her eyes at this point in his exploration of her face. He wasn’t sure if it was trust or expectancy. Within a few seconds neither were an issue; their lips were in a familiar captivity with one another and their tongues were seeking each other out.
Just a half-innocent kiss could set him ablaze, and his self-denial did nothing to help the matter. He couldn’t stop his hand from wandering—gradually, like he always did so she could have the chance to say no—down her chest and sliding between fabric and hot, soft flesh…
Her motions welcomed him—they fit together like puzzle pieces no matter how she arched now. The way her head fell back on his shoulder so he could kiss the sensitive nerves there; the way her meek little ass fell just short of rubbing against his desire; the way their legs automatically shifted so their ankles were intertwined…
It was so easy to lose himself in her that he didn’t realize that they were stripping each other. He didn’t know they were both naked until after a maddening amount of foreplay Aerith rolled him over and did those things with her mouth upon his member that she had only just become accustomed to. It made him quiver with the erotic pleasure of it all. She remembered where all those spots were after just one forbidden taste and exactly how to make him squirm. His cock was swallowed with ever more vigor; she wanted it, god she wanted him to give it to her…
She was kissing him and so help him god, he was kissing her back, bare and ready against him, hot and wet against the tip of his cock, ready to dive into a world of dark and secret pleasure…
Vincent jumped and pushed her off, terrified at what he almost did. “No…!” he managed, sitting up and turning away.
Aerith’s hands and face were leaning into his back, literally buzzing from the sexual static between them. That half realized notion and unintentional seduction had cascaded into something downright dirty, and he couldn’t do it.
“Why can’t it be you?” she asked quietly. “I’ve got no one else and neither do you. You have nothing to feel guilty over.”
“You’re judgment is not sound,” he told her, getting up and making his way to the bathroom. Cold shower—that’s what he needed, and badly. He was refusing her to protect her! Why couldn’t she accept it?!
Her hand suddenly gripped his on the cold nozzle. Startled at her presence (and annoyed that he was upset enough not to take note of his environment), he could do little to stop her from guiding his hand back over to the hot nozzle and twisting it.
She knew. Goddammit, that vixen knew he was on his last legs of denying her and was actively seeking to break his will at this point. “Aerith…” he said through his teeth, simply pleading for her to end her game; to let him atone properly.
“In,” she ordered playfully, pushing him into the tub. His resolve almost torn to pieces, he stumbled in and watched in agony as she followed and turned to adjust the temperature The water was making her skin slick and lubricated gave his might another sledge hammer blow. God he wanted to take her, and his common sense was losing to this notion fast.
She had something in her hand… hotel shampoo. She wasn’t…
Mother of Christ she was. She had to reach a ways up to his head, but she was lathering soap into his hair. This was far, far worse than simply brushing his hair. Her fingers were tickling his follicles. She was wet and naked and facing him so he could see each jiggle of her breasts the motion of her arms were causing. The tip of his highly erect cock was resting above her belly button, giving a tantalizing friction with every move of her body.
“God, why do you do this?” he asked shakily. Unsure what to do with his arms, he kept his hand(s) locked on her hips as if they were dancing, using the equator rule: not too far south, not too far north. The landmarks of either taunted him though, begging to be touched or fucked…
“Vincent, I turned down Cloud for you,” she told him, holding his gaze. His shock must have shown. “Is it so hard to believe?”
Yes, yes it was. The object of her affection set aside for him? Mind-blowing! What had he done to ruin her chance at real love?! What a beast he was!
“Vincent,” she said into his lips, just above a whisper. “My judgment is sound. I want you. You. No one else.”
Aerith pressed into him, giving him the ultimate permission. Not just lust-hazed consent. Real permission to take her.
He half moaned, half laughed some comment about going to hell as the wall came crashing down after all the cracks and crumbles she had thrown at it. Kissing her deeply, he gently pushed her against the tile wall, giving her plenty of time to back out. He lifted her weight easily, spreading her thighs to see that she was ready—oh so ready.
No second thoughts. Just her flushed face asking—waiting. His cock was at her entrance; she seemed to be holding her breath. Tightly, but easily for the first few inches. Even that could have made him come if she asked.
Aerith tensed. “Please…”
Vincent pulled back and drove in, taking her maidenhead in one blow. He cringed as Aerith stifled a yelp, for a spit-second all his doubts rearing up and the repercussions of such an act swirling about. But the pure pleasure of being inside a woman—not just any woman, but Aerith!—made them fall away with the rest of his defenses as she let out an elating moan.
He joined her as her started to thrust, his cock now reaching untouched territory that was itching to be awakened. Within minutes they both danced the frantic motions of approaching orgasm. He didn’t have to work hard to make her come. She squirmed and bucked between him and the wall she was pressed against, crying his name as the sweet friction of him scouring out the inside of her sent them both over the edge.
He came with a deep exhale as Aerith threw her head back in a soundless cry. And then there was just the sound of breathing under the whine of the shower. Tingling nerves and hot steam. Cheap shampoo and sex. He held her there for a moment, with his chin on her shoulder, slumped in defeat.
“I’m sorry…” he breathed. So, so sorry that he’d given in… but at the same time overjoyed—or as close to it as he could be. Would this go on? Would this be a blissful escape? Would he be bold enough to be her—what a ridiculous idea—“significant other?”
Aerith lowered her feet, removing him from her sex in the motion. She savored the embrace and held him tight, her oversensitive skin basking in the heat and the water and even how harsh his claw was on her back compared to his hand.
“Don’t be.”
End Chapter Four
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The sin has been committed! But! We are not finished!