Unexpected Love

Tifa awoke first. Her eyes opened and she spared a second to remember the events of last night. She was holding Vincent’s hand and he was cuddled against her back. It felt so right being held by him. She smiled and started rubbing her thumb along his knuckles. The skin was rough but yet somehow it was soft.

Vincent stilled as he woke with a start. Tifa was rubbing her thumb along his knuckles. He litened quietly to her breathing. She was awake. He could tell by her breathing. Not wanting the touch to end, Vincent stayed still and evened his breathing, feigning sleep.

Tifa didn’t notice Vincent wake. Instead she gently guided his hand to her lips where she kissed his knuckles gently before turning gently in his arms so she looked at him. Vincent barely caught himself from gasping as he felt her lips upon his knuckles before she rolled over to face him. He was debating on whether or not too keep pretending to be asleep.

Tifa swallowed and ran her finger down his cheek and along his lips before closing her eyes and pressing her lips to his gently. She had known the action would wake him up, but she hadn’t expected the response he gave her.

Vincent’s resolve broke under the feel of her lips against his and he moaned against her lips before tightening his arms around her and returning her kiss. Tifa opened her eyes quickly at his responding kiss. Her heart fluttered and her breath caught as she leaned more into him and parted her lips slightly to run her tongue along his bottom lip, requesting entry.

Vincent kept his eyes closed, praying this was no dream, as he pulled her more to him and parted his lips to allow his tongue too gently caress hers. Tifa made a sound low in her throat at the feel of his tongue against hers. She worked her tongue around his, gently nipping and sucking on his tongue as she tangled her hands in his long black hair. Mindful of his claw, he circled his arms around her, not wanting this moment to end.

Vincent was so wrapped up in the kiss that he almost didn’t notice when she moved atop him and straddled his waist while sliding her hands up his shirt. That brought Vincent back to reality quickly and he pulled back from Tifa hesitantly, barely containing an annoyed growl that he was stopping the one thing he wanted more than anything.

“Tifa,” His breath was coming out in pants. “Please… You don’t want this.”

Tifa smiled at how he said she didn’t want it and not that he didn’t want it.

“But I do want this, Vincent.”

Tifa dipped her head down to kiss and nip at his neck gently. His hands tightening around her waist let her know that he was enjoying this and she pushed on. Her hands pushing his shirt up as she continued her torture lower down his neck.

Vincent caught Tifa’s hands as she tried pulling his shirt off. He closed his eyes and shook his head as deep drown eyes raised to look at him. Tifa titled her head to the side slightly as she watched him. Tired of being rejected made her bold as she pulled her hands from him and continued to push his shirt upwards, the look in her eyes daring him to stop her.

Vincent held her gaze as he let her pull his shirt off. He leaned up slightly so she could completely remove it from them and toss it too the side. His hand and claw rested lightly on her hips.

“Tifa, please…” He started but he didn’t know what he was asking for exactly so the sentence died off.

Vincent swallowed and tried again to reason with Tifa. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her. He more than wanted her. He just didn’t want her to think he was using her or for her to have regrets after the deed was done. Was she doing this because of Cloud or did she want him?

“Tifa, I have to know before we continue, are you doing this because you want me or because you want to get back at Cloud?”

Vincent watched as Tifa’s eyes darkened at the mention of Cloud. He could have kicked himself for ending this. She didn’t want him. But it was for the best. He didn’t want to ruin the relationship he did have with her. And if she didn’t want him and he took advantage of her in this moment, she would never forgive him. He couldn’t do that.

Tifa thought on what he said. Did she love Cloud? Yes. Did she want Vincent? Yes. Did she love Vincent?

“Yes.” She answered aloud.

She wanted Vincent. Had always wanted him. But she had felt wrong about wanting him when she was supposed to want only Cloud.

Vincent opened his mouth to say something but his words died off and turned to a moan as she rocked her hips against him so that she brushed herself against his throbbing erection.

“Yes, I want you, Vincent.”

Tifa didn’t hesitate before pulling her shirt off over her head and tossing it aside with his shirt.

Vincent internally groaned at the sight of her bare chest. He was undone from that point on. If she regretted it later then he would deal with it then. For now he was going to take this as the gift it was and accept it.

Vincent leaned up, cupping her left breast in his right hand gently while pressing his lips to her neck. His mouth worried along her collar bone, closing his eyes at the sounds the simple action pulled from her. Tifa ran her hands through Vincent’s hair, pulling on the strands slightly.

Tifa lifted her hips and moved downwards so that when she settled back on him, his throbbing member pressed to that sensitive spot above her opening. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against him hungrily as she pulled his head back up to press her lips to his again.

Vincent let out a low growl of pleasure against her lips as she ground herself against his erection. The thin material of his pajama bottoms was quickly soaked as her arousal drenched the soft cotton of her panties.

Unable to hold back anymore, Vincent rolled swiftly and in one fluid motion had Tifa laid out under him on the bed. Their was a feminine squeal that turned into a small giggle from Tifa until Vincent took her right nipple into his mouth while his right hand teased and plucked at her left nipple. The giggle died as a groan as her back arched to his touch.

Vincent’s teeth and tongue worried at each of her nipples in turn until she was panting and rocking her hips against him greedily. He pulled away from her chest and worked his way lower. Wanting to taste her release when it came. He could hear she was so close. He pressed his lips to the flesh just above her panty line at the waist. Tifa’s body jerked in response to him while her hands moved between them to start pushing her panties down.

Vincent raised his gaze to watch her face as she wiggled beneath him, trying desperately to remove the last of her clothing. She looked like an angel strewn before him. He felt her hand jerk away and heard the fabric of her panties rip, the sound turning his attention back to the part of her closest to him.

His stopped for a moment, admiring her nude form as she moved around anxiously for him. The image burned to his memory and he knew he would never forget it. Vincent settled himself between her legs, pressing her kiss to her upper right thigh before rolling his eyes up to watch her.

Tifa had opened her eyes when she heard her panties rip. The suns rays were bouncing off the mirror above the bed and bathing Vincent in a golden light. His long black hair flowed evenly down his sides while his crimson eyes shone with promising intentions for the morning. He looked like a perverse angel as his head dipped between her legs.

His lips pressed against the soft folds between her legs as he spoke. “Tell me to stop, Tifa, and I will.”

The feel of his lips against her made her moan and writhe under him as she grasped at the sheets for something to hold her in place. She couldn’t make him stop now even she wanted him too. She was to far gone.

“Please… Don’t stop, Vincent.”

The sound of her voice saying his name in such a breathless way sent chills down his spine and made him want to rush but he controlled himself and lightly licked the smoothly shaved folds between her legs. With each lap he delved deeper into the folds until his tongue was flicking against her clit firmly. Using his right hand, he spread her folds as much as he could and lightly ran his tongue the length of her, growling at the sweet taste of her arousal.

Tifa’s hands instantly gripped the hair closest to his scalp as she both pushed his face against her more and pulled on his hair firmly. Moaning his name loudly as her back arched and her thrust to meet his tongue. She had never felt anything so great in her life and she greedily wanted more.

Vincent moaned against her opening before plunging his tongue as deep as he could into her. Tifa cried oout as her body felt as if it had exploded in a pleasurable way. Vincent’s eyes closed tightly as he felt her tighten around his tongue. He hadn’t expected her to go so soon. He pulled his tongue from her reluctantly and locked his mouth around her, sucking gently. The taste of her causing his already throbbing erection to pulse more. He wasn’t going to last long once inside her. He could feel that much already.

Tifa’s hands gripped his hair and firmly pulled until he came with his hair so she could press her lips to his roughly. The kiss was anything but gentle and all tongue and teeth as they practically feed from each others mouth. Tifa found it slightly perverse that the taste of her own release on Vincent’s tongue was exciting her more.

Unable to stand it anymore, Tifa pushed Vincent’s pants down until they dropped around his knees before circling her legs around his waist. Vincent pulled away from her enough to kick his pants aside before positioning himself over her. He rolled his eyes up to watch her face as he slowly slid himself inside her.

Tifa gasped at the pain of him pushing into her as Vincent stilled above her. Frozen in shock. After Vincent didn’t move, Tifa opened her eyes and stilled at the look on his face. It was a mix of anger and shock mixed with pain in his eyes.

“Please Vincent…” She rocked her hips slightly and his hands moved to her hips to still her movements.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His words were deep and ragged.

“Tell You what?” She asked confusedly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin, Tifa?” He all but growled.

Tifa was shocked at both the tone in which he asked and that he could tell she was a virgin. Her anger mounted slightly and she snapped her response at him.

“Is it such a bad thing I am a virgin?” She asked. When he didn’t respond but look confused about her question, she explained more. “You say ‘virgin’ as if it is something dirty and I should be ashamed to be one.”

Vincent stumbled in his thoughts as her meaning got across to him. She thought he was angry because she was a virgin? No. He was angry because he had just taken the most precious gift from her. Guilt pulled through him and he started to withdraw from her.

Tifa seen the guilt in his eyes and she finally understood his anger. He didn’t find himself worthy of her virginity. When he started to pull away from her, she tightened her legs around his waist and rocked her hips against him as much as she could with him holding her in place. She said the one thing she knew would make him stay and finish this. Even though she knew she would feel guilty about this later.

“With the way I am feeling right now, Vincent, either you take me now and finish it or I get up and go find someone down the street who will. I would much rather give my virginity to you than anyone else.”

Pure rage coursed through Vincent at the thought of her finding any guy on the side of the street and sleeping with him. He could have handled her sleeping with Cloud. Until now. Now he felt very possessive of her.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers gently. “This is going too hurt for a moment. And I am so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, Tifa.”

The sincerity and tenderness of his words confirmed she was right to give him this. She couldn’t have made a better choice than Vincent for taking her virginity. She knew he would hold it dear to him and he would exploit her. She only hoped he wouldn’t leave her after it was all over and done with. She had made her mind up and Vincent is who she wanted to be with.

Vincent eased himself into her painfully slow. He could feel her body contracting against his invasion and then adjusting. He could tell Tifa was trying not to show the pain but he could see it in how her eyes squeezed tighter with every push in and her hands gripped his shoulders tighter. He waited until she relaxed around him before pushing in more.

Finally he was sheathed all the way inside her and he had to pause as the warm and slick feel of her tightly clenching his throbbing erection almost sent him over the edge. He pulled back until just the head of him was inside her before thrusting back into her gently. He soon found a slow rhythm, gently pulling from her and thrusting back in.

It took all his control to keep his rhythm as her body clenched around him. Soon the expression on Tifa’s face went from pain to pleasure. And he started quickening his pace at a steady rate.

Tifa held his shoulders as he sped up. She didn’t complain. The pain had given way to pure blissful pleasure and in no time she was moaning his name. She instinctively started moving against Vincent at a much faster pace than he was using but he adjusted to meet her needs. She could still feel him holding back but she didn’t want him holding back.

Using her arms on his shoulders, she pulled herself up until she was panting against his ear. “I won’t break, Vincent…Promise.”

He groaned low in his throat as he started thrusting into her harder and faster. She fell back to the bed, her eyes open to meet his gaze as she started moaning continuously. She rocked her hips against him so that she met him thrust for thrust.

Vincent’s breathing got more and more shallow as he watched Tifa’s face while she reached another climax. Her body tightened around him, squeezing his own release from him at the same time. He groaned and thrust himself harder and deeper into her as he came violently. It had been so long since he was with anyone. His release was almost painful.

Drained of energy, he collapsed on top of Tifa before shifting his weight off of her to lay beside her. They were both still breathing heavily as Vincent folded Tifa into his arms and kissed the top of her head. After a few minutes, their breathing slowed and Tifa gently pulled away from him and climbed out of bed.

Vincent sat up quickly as she left the room altogether. He had thought she was going to the bathroom to clean up. Then he heard the main door to the hall way open and looked up too see her closing the door. Fearing she was having regrets, Vincent laid back on the bed, cursing himself as he turned his face against the pillow.

Tifa smiled as she entered the kitchen. Her fears forgotten as she pulled down two glasses and filled them half-way with ice before filling them both with water. Her legs were sore and there was a dull pain low in her body but she felt wonderful. She almost felt like singing. She walked back to the bedroom, barely keeping herself from skipping. Tucking one glass in the crook of her arm she opened the bedroom door again.

Vincent stilled as he heard Tifa open the bedroom door. He didn’t want to turn around and face her. He listened as she all my crept to his side of the bed. Something was set down on the table beside him before he heard her creep across the room. The sounds of the zipper on her back pack soon filled the room and Vincent slammed his eyes shut as he tried to control his emotions. He knew this was going to happen. Had told himself before it had even occurred.

The sounds of her back pack zipping sounded again before she crept back to his side of the bed. She picked something up off the table. He was expecting her to leave so he was quiet shocked when he felt her weight on the bed behind him. He steeled himself for the conversation they were about to have and rolled over to face her.

The look on her face threw him track. The sun was peeking in through the windows and bouncing off the mirror to create an odd glow around the room. But the look was unmistakable. She looked happy and eager.

“I figured you would need this.” She held out a glass of ice water to him.

“Thanks.” Vincent took the water and watched her carefully. Still expecting her too leave him.

“I…” She looked down at her hands. “I also wanted to show you something. Something that I think you should know after what just happened.”

She reached behind her and pulled the photo he had on his nightstand into her lap. She held the photo up to him with one hand while the other hand reached near his head to return with another framed photo. Vincent looked at the two photos and nearly spit the mouth full of water he had just taken, out of his mouth. They were the same picture.

“I want you too know that I made the right choice and I don’t find this a mistake at all.” She looked from one to the other. “I sleep with this photo under my pillow. I take it with me where ever I go. That’s why I have it now. No picture of Cloud with me. Just a picture of you and I. And coming here and seeing you have the same picture. And it’s the only picture. It lets me know I made the right choice.”

She took a deep breath and set his photo back down on the night stand before picking up her own glass of water and drinking. Vincent couldn’t speak past the lump that had gathered in his throat.

“Can I stay?” She asked him hesitantly.

“Of course you can stay, Tifa.”

“I mean… Like…” She looked down again before raising her gaze too meet his eyes. “Can there be a ‘you and me’?”

Vincent finally grasped her meaning. Unable to answer her with words, he pulled her against him. Not caring about the glass in her hand that hit the floor. When she tried to pull away to clean the spilled water, Vincent held her firmly and pulled her against him more, crushing his lips against hers. Tifa moaned in the back of throat as she returned his kiss just as passionately.

Vincent pulled back, breathlessly from the kiss. “Is that answer enough.”

Tifa could only nod before resting back into the bed and cuddling herself against him with a smile. The glass of spilled water lay in the floor, forgotten. Vincent curled his arms around her and held her as if she were going to vanish if let go. Sleep over took them both and soon they were peacefully sleeping, curled together and clinging to each other lovingly.