The Reason

I'm kind of feeling like no one is interested in this story. I've not had many hits and I've not had ANY reviews . . . I think maybe in the next couple chapters if things don't pick up, I'll probably take this down and work on other projects. Hopefully, this chapter will help!


Chapter 4

“Really?! That was you?!” Jexebel asked incredulously.

“Yes. Your mother and I were . . . how shall I explain this . . . we were in this phase where we thought that the excavation was hurting the planet, and so we tried to dispose of all the charges. The Village wasn’t always in that pit. When we set the charges off, the explosion was so big! When the dust and smoke cleared, most of the houses had been destroyed, and it had uncovered a giant skeleton. We were arrested, of course, and, as a gentleman, I could not let your mother take the blame. I confessed and they sent me away to ShinRa for some . . . character building. That’s how I became a Turk.”

Jexebel sat wide-eyes during his explanation. She could not believe that she was sitting before the man responsible for the near-annihilation of the entire village, and that her mother had been a part of it.

“So tell me a little bit about your life.” Vincent said. “We’ve talked about me this whole time. Tell me about yourself. Did you ever get into any trouble?”

Jexebel chuckled, taking a sip of her whiskey (graciously donated by Tifa an hour earlier) and set the glass down. “Only once. Milo and I-that was my husband, but, anyway-before we were married, we were childhood friends, and one time, his father had upset him. I really can’t remember why. But I was upset that he was upset, and we decided to get back at his father. I’ve always been kind of a genius when it comes to wiring the charges . . . not to brag, or anything. So When the workers went home for the night, Milo and I snuck into the site and I wired all of the explosives to go off at the same time.”

Vincent raised an eyebrow. That’s all? A silly prank?

“At three in the morning.” Her eyes shone with joy at the memory.

He burst out laughing, the sound becoming more and more common when Jexebel was around.

“I love your laugh.” Vincent stopped laughing suddenly, and it was then that Jexebel noticed that she had blurted her thoughts out-loud.

Vincent coughed quietly. “Thank you.” He said.

An uncomfortable silence followed. Jexebel was too embarrassed to say anything, and Vincent didn’t know what to say to smoothly change the subject. Finally, Jexebel spoke.

“I’m really sor-“

“I want to apolo-“ Vincent started at the same time.

Again, silence.

‘She’s a disaster, Valentine. You’re treading on thin ice as it is. Tell her to go away.’

‘You go away.’ His heart said, flippantly.

‘Oh gods I think I really AM crazy. I miss Chaos.’ Vincent complained internally.

‘What?!’ His brain and his heart exclaimed.

‘At least I wasn’t arguing WITH MYSELF!’

His brain and his heart ignored him and continued their argument.

‘You’re going to get us hurt.’

‘No I’m not. Jexebel wouldn’t do that! See how she’s staring at us? She likes us, too!’

Vincent glanced at Jexebel to find that she was indeed staring at him, an unrecognizable look in her lovely brown eyes. His breath caught in his throat. She was stunning . . .

‘You’ve said that before!’

‘That was a mistake. Everyone makes them.’

‘Not us, we’re-’ His brain and his heart quieted when the need for oxygen became almost overwhelming.

“Vincent?” Jexebel asked when he began to sway in his chair. “Are you alright?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. Then looked back at her. Stared back at her. He made up his mind. He wanted her.

“What?” she asked, taking in his intense gaze.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He answered softly.

With those words, he was suddenly only inches away from her, kneeling on the floor between her legs. He leaned toward her, smiling when her breath hitched. His nose brushed against hers tenderly, still holding back from tasting her lush lips again.

‘Bad idea bad idea bad idea!’ his brain chanted in a high pitched squeal.

‘Shut up.’ His mouth and his heart said. For once, his brain did as it was told.

“Vincent?” Jexebel whispered, hating how out of breath she sounded.

“It’s up to you, Jexebel.” He whispered back, bringing his hands up and resting them at the juncture of her throat. “I came this far. I’m here if this is what you really wan-“

Her lips cut him off as she leaned forward the last few centimeters.

Jexebel’s lips were just as soft as he remembered. He shivered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He wanted to stand up. He wanted to move her to his bed. He wanted so much more than her sinfully delicious lips. But he didn’t want to break contact. At that moment, the bar could collapse, Jenova herself could have walked through the door, the very universe could cease to exist, and none of it would be enough to make him cut this moment short. His lips molded and closed around hers again and again, and he finally allowed his tongue to flick across her lips.

Jexebel whimpered softly at the feeling of his tongue begging entrance to her mouth. She parted her lips and responded to the gentle torture. His lips were so hard, but smooth, like the finest of glass. He TASTED strong. Honey and clove, smoke and steel. So intoxicating that she thought she would die. She felt lightheaded, and realized that she wasn’t breathing. She pulled away and gasped for breath, listening to Vincent’s moan of protest. She placed a gentle, but chaste kiss on his reddened lips again, and then buried her face in his neck, nuzzling against the soft material of his cloak. She sighed softly, her breath rustling his ebony locks.

“Come on.” Vincent whispered, standing up and pulling her to her feet. She complied and was quickly pulled flush against his body. She was shocked to feel his arousal pressing against her abdomen. Vincent pulled her backwards across the room and to the bed. He fell onto his back, pulling her on top of him.

Vincent stared up at the beauty laying on top of him, so flushed and just . . . hot. He pulled her down to him and pressed his lips against hers once more, loving how her breath seemed to catch every time he did so.

“You are so beautiful . . . “ He murmured against her lips. She blushed and turned her head away. He took the opportunity to roll them over, pushing her further up onto the bed. He crushed his lips to hers again, parting her thighs with his knee and then grinding his arousal against her, delighting at the startled sound that escaped her lips. His lips left hers to slide down her neck, nipping at her soft flesh.

Jexebel moaned softly as Vincent’s lips pressed light, feathery kisses along her throat. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled Vincent against her, earning a slight gasp from him. He suddenly pulled away, making a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered.

“My gloves,” he said, “I want to feel your skin . . .” His fingers fumbled with the buckles of his cloak and finally, he shrugged it off of his shoulders. He then turned his attention to the buckles on his gloves, surprised when Jexebel’s shaking hands joined his, helping to pull the restricting leather from his hands. His fingers immediately took residence on her face, tracing her soft features before his mouth claimed hers again. His hands trailed down her body and rested at the hem of her shirt. He paused for a moment, and then slowly began to lift the material to expose Jexebel’s sun-kissed skin. She froze.

“Vincent . . . I don’t think I’m ready to . . . not yet . . .”

He sat back on his heels and gave her a small smile.

“I understand. I’m sorry.”

“No! It’s alright, it’s me!”

He hushed her. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. It’s alright.” He pulled her to a sitting position and embraced her, nuzzling into her hair and breathing deeply. “Will you stay here with me tonight? We don’t have to do anything.”

Jexebel smiled against his shoulder. “Alright. Let me go change then.” Vincent let her up and she left the room in a rush, racing into her own room and changing into her cami and a pair of soft fleece pajama pants.

She returned to Vincent’s room to find that he too had changed into his pajamas. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen, him lying on his bed, propped against the headboard in nothing but a pair of baggy cotton pants . . . with an enormous erection. She had kind of forgotten about that. She instantly felt bad for getting him all worked up and leaving him with nothing. Then, a thought struck her. She didn’t have to sleep with him to give him what he obviously needed.

She made up her mind. She walked to the bed cautiously, before jumping onto Vincent and straddling him. She smiled down at him bashfully and leaned down to kiss him. She felt him smile against her lips as he rested his hands on her hips, and then let her hands trail softly down his bare chest, feeling the scars that proved how strong and resilient he was. Her hand slipped beneath her and into the waistband of his pants.

Vincent gasped quietly and grabbed her hand.

“I told you that we didn’t have to do anything.” He said against her lips.

“I know. It’s alright. Just because I’m not ready doesn’t mean that you should have to go to bed . . . unsatisfied.” She blushed.

“Jexebel-“ He started.

“Hush. Let me do this for you. Please?” She kissed the tip of his nose and stretched her fingers, feeling them flutter against the tip of his erection.

Vincent groaned and resisted the urge to arch into her touch. He looked into her eyes and saw the fierce determination there, but there was something else, too. Passion. Need. Heat. He sighed and let her kiss him again.

“Okay. But only if you really want to.” He said when she pulled away. She smiled brightly and pulled her hand from his grasp, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and running her hand down his length in one long stroke.

He groaned and bucked into her hand. She kissed him again and began a slow rhythm, moving her hand up and down along his erection, tightening her grip every few strokes. His responses were making her hotter than she expected, though. She pressed her hips against him in a long, slow grinding motion and was rewarded with a low moan. Vincent’s breath was coming in short, gasping pants against her hair as she leaned in to nip at his neck.

Her thumb ghosted across the head of his arousal and she felt the slick fluids that had built up at the tip. She spread it around with her thumb.

“Jexebel . . .” Vincent breathed, arching into her hand.

It wasn’t enough anymore, just touching him this way. She was overcome with the need to taste him.

Jexebel slowly slid her mouth down his neck to his chest. She let her teeth catch a nipple and smiled at his sharp gasp. She continued downward, and her hand slipped from his pants to tug at the waistband.

Vincent was so in need of release by that point that it didn’t register what she was doing as he lifted his hips, until he felt her pull his bottoms to his knees.

“Jexebel, what are you-“ The rest of his question came out as a moan when Jexebel took the head of his erection into her mouth, her tongue flicking into the slit to taste the fluid there. Against his will, he bucked up into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around him and lowered onto him further. His hands rested on her shoulders for a moment, then threaded through her hair.

The sounds pouring from his mouth were amazing. She was about to come just listening to him. Just knowing that those sounds were for HER.


She was sensational. Her hands were silky soft and heavenly as she had gripped him. Nothing could be better than this, he thought. Until he felt her lips on him. The coil had begun to tighten then, winding tighter and tighter until he thought he would die if she stopped. He knew he was getting close . . . he felt the strings let go, but he didn’t want to climax in her mouth unless she wanted it.

“Jexebel, I’m close . . . I’m going to come . . .” He warned.

She grunted against him and the action sent him over the edge. She pulled back just in time, replacing her mouth with her hand once more, climbing back up his body and crushing her lips to his as he growled, thrusting jerkily into her still-stroking hand, his seed coating her delicate fingers.

She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and pulled away slowly, laying her head against his chest and listening to his racing heart.

Vincent lay still for a long while, trying to regain his breath. His arms were wrapped around her tightly, not willing to let her go. It wasn’t too long until he felt the heat between her thighs against him.

“Jexebel,” he said quietly, “let me do something for you . . . please . . .”

She sighed and was quiet for a moment. “A-alright.” She said. He smiled and pushed her down on the bed, flat on her back.

He very slowly-as if giving her time to change her mind-pulled her pajama pants down over her hips. He planted a tender kiss on Jexebel’s abdomen.

All at once, his fingers found her wetness. He slid his fingers against her, parting her folds, and then slipped a single finger inside. Jexebel let out a small cry and pushed against his hand. Vincent stroked the finger inside her, deep and fast, aiming to bring her to that point quickly. She had to be close . . . she was so wet. His thumb rubbed against her clit in a circular motion, and he added another finger to his persistent thrusts,

“Vincent . . .” she whimpered, “Please, harder!”

Vincent smiled and gladly pushed harder and higher inside her, adding one more finger, his thumb still rubbing frantically. He leaned down and kissed her, shocked at the passion behind it. She whimpered softly against his lips, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. Then, the sounds she made increased in volume and frequency. He pulled away from her lips and slid down her body to place a gently kiss on the swollen nub that his thumb had been tormenting, and that was all it took.

Jexebel climaxed explosively. Her whole body arched off of the bed and she struggled not to scream. She lay there, panting as Vincent kissed his way up her body to her lips. He kissed her softly, pulling her bottoms back over her hips before rolling off the bed to find a towel. He cleaned himself off, righted his own clothing, and then offered the towel to Jexebel. She took it and wiped the remainder of his climax from her hands and her cami.

No words were spoken. Vincent smiled warmly at Jexebel and she returned the expression. She scooted over and allowed Vincent back to the bed, rolling over and resting her head in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled the blankets up and over them, then reached for the lamp on the table and switched it off. He fell asleep to the feeling of her gentle breaths against his skin.