Goodnight Kiss
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,331
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Premonitions
*LONG TIME NO SEE!! ^crawls back onto face of planet^ yeah, member that real life thing?? … yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaah. I was real tempted to drop this fic all together, but seeing such powerful responses and positive reaction, I decided to follow through the best I could, tardiness aside. AND DAMN THAT SITE HICCUP! I would have had quite a few more postings up if it weren’t for that…. Oh well. Lighten up and live! (That goes for you too Vince…) Threw a little comic relief in to counteract the sappiness… Dammit tho… we all kno what’s coming…. ^cries!^*
Goodnight Kiss
Chapter Six
Premonitions
He couldn’t tell her.
Not in the way he wanted to anyway.
Aerith was awake early, and since Vincent had at last reached a state of semi-unconsciousness, he wasn’t aware he was having a nightmare until he started awake and found her missing. His wits scattered, not having had a nightmare since waking from the coffin, he tried to sort out what had been a dream and what had actually occurred.
It was still early. So early that the only light was a dim but promising blue-gray from the window. Aerith’s silhouette sat on the sill, bright eyes turned away towards the mountains, waiting for the dawn.
That’s right. Just a dream.
She turned and smiled as Vincent affirmed that reality indeed was in place as he caught his breath, shaking off the sensation of both sleep and terror. “You had a nightmare too?” she asked quietly.
One full of laughing demons and white lab coats with blood… oh so much blood—
Aerith had nightmares?
Vincent pulled himself out of bed and without realizing it, slipped his arms around her waist as he stood comfortingly behind her, trying to see what she was seeing over the horizon. It was a personal gesture—one not meant to be sexual at all. It was easy around her suddenly. “Tell me,” he said.
“If you promise not to apologize,” she replied with a weak smile.
His lips twitched in an almost-smile in response. “I promise,” he agreed.
Aerith lost her smile. “I dreamed I died.” She paused, as if considering parts of her dream, then continued. “It was a beautiful city. I’m doing the Planet’s bidding… and then I…”
Vincent squeezed her hand reassuringly.
“Sephiroth…” she whispered.
Vincent absorbed her shudder and did his best to act as a shield from sleep-kissed horrors. He’d known well enough about them—this was a dream that felt so real that is was hard to tell if you were awake or not. “It was just a dream,” he assured, biting down an automatic apology. He had contaminated her with his body and now his nightmares… what a monster, what a beast…
“No. It wasn’t,” Aerith whispered in that same frightened tone. “It’s something I’m going to have to do.”
“Nonsense.”
“Please believe me!” she pleaded. “And let me apologize to you! If I had known that this was what the Planet wanted me to do, then I would have never…!” Her voice cracked as she started to choke on her tears. “You… and me… I would have never… I’m so sorry! Your heart’s had enough and I just… stepped all over it again!”
“No more,” he told her, wiping her tears. She really thought she was going to die… and truly felt remorse for him being alone afterwards!
“Believe me, Vincent!!” she repeated ferverantly, weaving her body around his. “I’m going to have to leave you all and that’s what hurts the most! I love you all… especially you!”
She was absolutely convinced. Nothing he could say or do would change her mind. So much that even he was starting to become uncomfortable with the notion of never seeing her again. He didn’t consider even half-believing her and he was alarmed.
“Then… let’s forget Sephiroth,” he suggested, a wild idea forming. “Let’s leave.”
“Right now?”
“Right now. And we’ll never look back.”
Like going AWOL.
Vincent are you insane?!
Lucrecia, I’m serious! You and I. We’ll go anywhere! Costa de Sol… Mideel… you name it, we’ll go there. Enough of this experimentation! It’s not right! It’s not human!
“I have an obligation…”
Vincent did a double-take at Aerith. Lucrecia’s exact words. It was painful, as he expected, but not so much for being rejected, but for that it was the same reason as before. He always picked the noble ones—the martyrs… the people that never thought for themselves…
“I’m so sorry we can’t be together like that…” Aerith sighed. “I would give anything if we could…”
Which was why love was as foolish as it was thirty years ago. He kissed her as if it were his last with her, heart aching. His inner Turk tsked again. C’est la vie…
“Aerith, are you awake?”
The door swung open and in stepped Tifa, wearing nothing but her Zanarkand Abes jersey. Reasons why she was looking here for Aerith swirled in Vincent’s head. Maybe she couldn’t find her best friend in any other room; maybe she saw her stealing away here last night; maybe it was pure chance…
It must have been cold water to the brain to see the sight she saw—Aerith pressed against the window by none other than Vincent, lips locked and bodies near-melded and aroused. It was almost comic to see the shock overcome her face mid-sentence.
“Do you have myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyoooooookay, I guess you don’t! Catch you later!” Tifa spun for a 180, leaving exactly the way she came in.
For a moment there were only two pounding hearts and unsteady breath. Aerith bit her lip. “Well. That didn’t go very well… Vincent are you blushing!?!?”
And just like that her premonition was tucked aside, temporarily forgotten as Vincent tried to deny his embarrassment at being caught not only making out like a horny frat-boy, but in his boxers by Tifa. No one could have guessed Aerith’s dark dreams as she teased and giggled.
“You ARE!”
“You’re mistaken…”
“Come BACK here!! That’s adorable!”
“Come on…” he slipped to the other side of the bed, covering his warm face with his hand. Oh god… awkward…
Aerith pounced on him, tugging at his fingers playfully. “Let me see!”
“No!”
“You never show your sensitive side! Come on!”
“Don’t have one,” he denied, a strange feeling coming over his jaw. The numbness in his soul started to stir and lift with the urge to just giggle like a school girl. It was the start of a grin. She was trying very hard to make him laugh.
Her attempts to reveal his face failed, her fingers darted to his armpits. A half-laugh, half-squawk ensued from him as his arms snapped to his sides in reflex from her tickling. She threw him down on the sheets and pinned his arms, success her at last. He could have easily thrown her off, but he didn’t want to hurt her, so she was granted with full view of his face, ever so slightly pink and endowed with an out of breath grin, silent huffs of laughter for her eyes and her eyes alone to cherish. “Gotcha!” she laughed.
“Got me,” he admitted, mentally sighing at himself for liking her so goddamned much.
“You have really nice teeth! You should smile more often!”
“Wha…?”
Aerith interrupted Vincent’s questioning of her strange observations with a rough kiss. He was suddenly very aware of what their fooling around had done to his body. He pulled her in and pressed her against his erection.
Dawn finally broke, spilling light onto Aerith as he removed her undergarments. It was a glorious thing to be able to see every detail of their love-making. There was a sort of clarity in the room so noticing every charm about her was no difficult task. The birthmark on the inside of her thigh. The smell of the soap she used on her skin. The sound of her pounding heart and the fact that he could feel the quiver of it against his chest. And the pinnacle of their union—the feel of her burning wet quim swallowing and releasing his member over and over again… top, bottom, floor! and not caring, not missing a beat…
“Oh god!” he actually cried when he came. Then he let his head hit the floor, at last aware that they had rolled right out of bed. It explained his sore shoulder anyway.
Aerith’s breath was tickling his chest. Then her premonition loomed in again as she sighed.
“I’m gonna miss this…”
End Chapter Six
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hm. Rather short for me *only 4 pages? Wtf…????* okay, this time… I’ma TRY to post promptly. TRY. Real hard n stuff. I promise… to TRY ^_^ but I will say that there will be more Turks involved! Yaaaaay!
Goodnight Kiss
Chapter Six
Premonitions
He couldn’t tell her.
Not in the way he wanted to anyway.
Aerith was awake early, and since Vincent had at last reached a state of semi-unconsciousness, he wasn’t aware he was having a nightmare until he started awake and found her missing. His wits scattered, not having had a nightmare since waking from the coffin, he tried to sort out what had been a dream and what had actually occurred.
It was still early. So early that the only light was a dim but promising blue-gray from the window. Aerith’s silhouette sat on the sill, bright eyes turned away towards the mountains, waiting for the dawn.
That’s right. Just a dream.
She turned and smiled as Vincent affirmed that reality indeed was in place as he caught his breath, shaking off the sensation of both sleep and terror. “You had a nightmare too?” she asked quietly.
One full of laughing demons and white lab coats with blood… oh so much blood—
Aerith had nightmares?
Vincent pulled himself out of bed and without realizing it, slipped his arms around her waist as he stood comfortingly behind her, trying to see what she was seeing over the horizon. It was a personal gesture—one not meant to be sexual at all. It was easy around her suddenly. “Tell me,” he said.
“If you promise not to apologize,” she replied with a weak smile.
His lips twitched in an almost-smile in response. “I promise,” he agreed.
Aerith lost her smile. “I dreamed I died.” She paused, as if considering parts of her dream, then continued. “It was a beautiful city. I’m doing the Planet’s bidding… and then I…”
Vincent squeezed her hand reassuringly.
“Sephiroth…” she whispered.
Vincent absorbed her shudder and did his best to act as a shield from sleep-kissed horrors. He’d known well enough about them—this was a dream that felt so real that is was hard to tell if you were awake or not. “It was just a dream,” he assured, biting down an automatic apology. He had contaminated her with his body and now his nightmares… what a monster, what a beast…
“No. It wasn’t,” Aerith whispered in that same frightened tone. “It’s something I’m going to have to do.”
“Nonsense.”
“Please believe me!” she pleaded. “And let me apologize to you! If I had known that this was what the Planet wanted me to do, then I would have never…!” Her voice cracked as she started to choke on her tears. “You… and me… I would have never… I’m so sorry! Your heart’s had enough and I just… stepped all over it again!”
“No more,” he told her, wiping her tears. She really thought she was going to die… and truly felt remorse for him being alone afterwards!
“Believe me, Vincent!!” she repeated ferverantly, weaving her body around his. “I’m going to have to leave you all and that’s what hurts the most! I love you all… especially you!”
She was absolutely convinced. Nothing he could say or do would change her mind. So much that even he was starting to become uncomfortable with the notion of never seeing her again. He didn’t consider even half-believing her and he was alarmed.
“Then… let’s forget Sephiroth,” he suggested, a wild idea forming. “Let’s leave.”
“Right now?”
“Right now. And we’ll never look back.”
Like going AWOL.
Vincent are you insane?!
Lucrecia, I’m serious! You and I. We’ll go anywhere! Costa de Sol… Mideel… you name it, we’ll go there. Enough of this experimentation! It’s not right! It’s not human!
“I have an obligation…”
Vincent did a double-take at Aerith. Lucrecia’s exact words. It was painful, as he expected, but not so much for being rejected, but for that it was the same reason as before. He always picked the noble ones—the martyrs… the people that never thought for themselves…
“I’m so sorry we can’t be together like that…” Aerith sighed. “I would give anything if we could…”
Which was why love was as foolish as it was thirty years ago. He kissed her as if it were his last with her, heart aching. His inner Turk tsked again. C’est la vie…
“Aerith, are you awake?”
The door swung open and in stepped Tifa, wearing nothing but her Zanarkand Abes jersey. Reasons why she was looking here for Aerith swirled in Vincent’s head. Maybe she couldn’t find her best friend in any other room; maybe she saw her stealing away here last night; maybe it was pure chance…
It must have been cold water to the brain to see the sight she saw—Aerith pressed against the window by none other than Vincent, lips locked and bodies near-melded and aroused. It was almost comic to see the shock overcome her face mid-sentence.
“Do you have myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyoooooookay, I guess you don’t! Catch you later!” Tifa spun for a 180, leaving exactly the way she came in.
For a moment there were only two pounding hearts and unsteady breath. Aerith bit her lip. “Well. That didn’t go very well… Vincent are you blushing!?!?”
And just like that her premonition was tucked aside, temporarily forgotten as Vincent tried to deny his embarrassment at being caught not only making out like a horny frat-boy, but in his boxers by Tifa. No one could have guessed Aerith’s dark dreams as she teased and giggled.
“You ARE!”
“You’re mistaken…”
“Come BACK here!! That’s adorable!”
“Come on…” he slipped to the other side of the bed, covering his warm face with his hand. Oh god… awkward…
Aerith pounced on him, tugging at his fingers playfully. “Let me see!”
“No!”
“You never show your sensitive side! Come on!”
“Don’t have one,” he denied, a strange feeling coming over his jaw. The numbness in his soul started to stir and lift with the urge to just giggle like a school girl. It was the start of a grin. She was trying very hard to make him laugh.
Her attempts to reveal his face failed, her fingers darted to his armpits. A half-laugh, half-squawk ensued from him as his arms snapped to his sides in reflex from her tickling. She threw him down on the sheets and pinned his arms, success her at last. He could have easily thrown her off, but he didn’t want to hurt her, so she was granted with full view of his face, ever so slightly pink and endowed with an out of breath grin, silent huffs of laughter for her eyes and her eyes alone to cherish. “Gotcha!” she laughed.
“Got me,” he admitted, mentally sighing at himself for liking her so goddamned much.
“You have really nice teeth! You should smile more often!”
“Wha…?”
Aerith interrupted Vincent’s questioning of her strange observations with a rough kiss. He was suddenly very aware of what their fooling around had done to his body. He pulled her in and pressed her against his erection.
Dawn finally broke, spilling light onto Aerith as he removed her undergarments. It was a glorious thing to be able to see every detail of their love-making. There was a sort of clarity in the room so noticing every charm about her was no difficult task. The birthmark on the inside of her thigh. The smell of the soap she used on her skin. The sound of her pounding heart and the fact that he could feel the quiver of it against his chest. And the pinnacle of their union—the feel of her burning wet quim swallowing and releasing his member over and over again… top, bottom, floor! and not caring, not missing a beat…
“Oh god!” he actually cried when he came. Then he let his head hit the floor, at last aware that they had rolled right out of bed. It explained his sore shoulder anyway.
Aerith’s breath was tickling his chest. Then her premonition loomed in again as she sighed.
“I’m gonna miss this…”
End Chapter Six
***********************************
hm. Rather short for me *only 4 pages? Wtf…????* okay, this time… I’ma TRY to post promptly. TRY. Real hard n stuff. I promise… to TRY ^_^ but I will say that there will be more Turks involved! Yaaaaay!