Heal Me

Heal Me


{Yuffie}

I stared at the motionless body of my friend. The green fluid bubbled around her body, tickling her skin in a caress she would probably never feel again. I was so angry! This shouldn’t have happened!

“Vincent!” I shouted at the man standing before me, “You were there! Why couldn’t you save her?!”

I regretted the words as soon as they left my lips. A sharp stab of pain painted itself across his face, and as quickly as it surfaced it disappeared.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly. His eyes sadly studied the floor, refusing to look at me.

I closed my eyes and hung my head. “No…I didn’t mean to…” To imply that it’s your fault…

I couldn’t finish my statement. My thoughts were interrupted by the metallic slide of the door opening. That little Shelke … thing … came into the room and stopped before Vincent and me.

“She was a fool.” She stated with a cold indifference that had me livid all over again.

I jumped from my seat on the computer and stomped toward the girl. She didn’t even move or try to dodge my angry advance at all as I raised my hand and slapped her across her perfect little cheek.

That felt good.

“You have no right to call her that!” I almost screamed. “You don’t know…you don’t know what-” My ranting was cut off abruptly by a warm hand resting on my arm. I turned to see Vincent staring at me with those sad crimson eyes. Those eyes said so much…

‘Enough. This won’t bring her back. She did it for this girl. She wouldn’t want this.’

“Why…” Shelke’s voice interrupted our silent exchange. “Why would she do something so…”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt the hot tears spilling from my eyes as I hid my face from the others. I would not let Vincent see me cry…I’m not weak… and I definitely would not let that emotionless freak see it either!

I rushed from the room as quietly as I could, feeling Vincent’s stare on my back.


{Vincent}

Yuffie’s question rang in my mind as loudly as it had when she shouted it to me. I was there, and I couldn’t save her. I failed again. I muttered my apology to the floor, unable to look her in the eye. I heard her breath slow and took in her own words of apology just as the door scraped open and Shelke carefully walked into the room.

I listened to her emotionless voice state that Shalua had been a fool and it took all of my control to refrain from doing what Shalua had basically died to stop. The resounding slap that echoed through the room was almost like music – even to my tired heart – as Yuffie failed to hold to her control.

However, as much as I hate to admit it, Shalua would not have wanted her sister to be hated. Shelke was just…naïve. She didn’t understand…

I sighed and gently placed my hand on Yuffie’s arm to keep her from advancing on the little girl any further. She cut herself off and looked at me. She must have understood my thoughts as she yanked her arm from my touch and ran from the room.

I was shocked.

In the three years that I’ve known Yuffie, I have never seen her cry…she’s always been so strong.

But as I know better than any other, even the strong have to break sometime.

“Before.” I started, “When I asked Shalua what she was searching for, she answered ‘Her reason to live’. It was you, Shelke. You were her reason to live.”

The girl stared at me. “So?” she said. “I don’t understand why someone would give her own life for that of another.” She took a step toward me. “Do you understand, Vincent Valentine?”

I very nearly laughed. Do I understand sacrificing one’s life for another person? I turned away from her.

“I can’t answer for your sister, but…when a person has someone they care about that much…giving their life is sometimes the least they can do…and maybe…that’s what makes us human.”

“Someone they…care about…” She said behind me.

“Although,” I cut in, “it seems there are a lot of people around me who don’t need a reason to risk their lives for that of another.” I gestured to her as I turned back to face her.

I stared at the blank expression on her face as she took in the sight of her dying sister.

I turned toward the door, and without so much as a glance over my shoulder I left the naïve woman-child to her solitude.

Yuffie.

Yuffie.

I could honestly say that I have fallen in love with the young girl.

Yes, I owe Lucrecia a lot… there are many sins to atone for and I don’t deserve someone as special as the little ninja, but I couldn’t help how I felt about Yuffie. I readily acknowledged my feelings, and vowed never to act on them. That is how it has been sinse I first met her when she was but a silly, stubborn Wutaian princess.

I found myself wandering the hallways that would take me to where I was sure Yuffie would be. Though I was sure she wanted to be alone, I knew from personal experience that what she wanted and what she needed were two different things. She wanted to be left alone, but she needed to be comforted, and though I may not be the right person to try to pass on a bit of that comfort, I would be there for my friend. After all: she had always been there for me.


{Yuffie}

After I ran from Vincent and Shelke, I found myself at one of my favorite places on the WRO property. Granted, the clearing was littered with the bodies of WRO and Deepground soldiers, and even a couple of dragonfly choppers. There was a gun-turret near the ravine that made me think that there was a nasty fight here only moments before.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and slipped carefully between two barrels of explosive jelly and slid down the ravine to the beautiful rock shelf just inches above the clear water.

I had no idea what to do with myself. Shalua had been like a sister to me. Losing her was like losing a piece of myself.

It reminded me of losing someone else not too long ago. Someone that was also like a sister to me. The little flower girl hadn’t stood a chance against the silver-haired madman, and Shalua hadn’t stood a chance against his freaky blue friend.

I splashed the cool water over my face, washing away the remaining tears. For a moment I considered jumping into the fast moving water. The current was so strong though, it would pull me under and I wouldn’t come back up. At the moment I didn’t care.

I had to resist slapping myself as I had slapped Shelke.

What a stupid thought.

I heard a rustling above me and readied my shuriken for the impending attack. I was tired, broken, and weak from the events of the day. It would be a glorious fight, yes…but I had my doubts that I would win. I breathed a sigh of relief when the familiar color of Vincent’s crimson cloak fluttered in the wind as my dark friend slid down the cliff to stand next to me.

Had I just doubted my abilities as the Great Ninja Yuffie?!

There was definitely something wrong with me.


“Yuffie-” Vincent said. I stopped him.

“No, Vincent. Please. I just…I want to be alone right now.”

“It is too dangerous for you to be out here alone, Yuffie.”

“Dammit, Vince! I can take care of myself!”

Vincent set his jaw firmly and stared into my soul with those unnerving red eyes of his. “I’m not leaving you alone out here.”

I growled and turned away from him, sitting down on the edge of the shelf and bringing my legs up. I removed my boots and let my feet sink into the cold water below.

‘Am I this useless that they have to send Vincent out here to watch me?’ I thought. ‘Cid already refuses to let me go into Deepground without someone else. Maybe I really am worthless. I left my father and my people to find a life of my own and all I found was trial and heartache. I lost two of my sisters…and I fell in love with a man that’s hung up on guilt and sins and a dead woman.’

I started to cry again, trying desperately to hide my tears from the man behind me. It didn’t work. Words cannot describe my surprise when Vincent crouched down behind me and pulled me into his arms.

The loss of Shalua, the memories of losing Aerith, and the fact that this is what it took to finally get to feel his arms around me all jumbled together in my brain and I screamed, shoving away and knocking him onto his derriere on the hard rock, almost toppling into the water in the process.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” I screamed. “I’m nothing but a hindrance to everyone, so don’t act so noble!” His eyes went wide and he didn’t move from his position on the rock. “I abandoned my people, I let TWO of my family die, I can’t do anything by myself…I can’t…make…”


{Vincent}

I listened to Yuffie berate herself, unable to believe that the normally energetic girl…no, woman…could ever lose so much of her precious light. She finally trailed off, falling to her hands and knees and fighting to hold to her control. Her hands balled into fists and she slammed them against the unforgiving rock. The sharp scent of her blood assaulted my over-developed senses, and closer observation revealed knuckles that were pink and scraped. I righted myself by rolling to my knees beside her. True, she didn’t want my comfort, but I was determined to give it to her. I knew the exact road she was preparing to travel, as I had traveled the same route. I couldn’t let that happen to her.

Not when it was her light that saved me.

I wrapped my arms around her frame again and pulled her tightly to myself. I locked my arms and refused to let go as she struggled against my grip, screaming and growling. I said nothing, just forced her to tuck her head under my chin and rocked her back and forth. Finally, she stilled and I reluctantly released her, thinking she was through with her fit. I learned differently, however, when she launched herself at me and punched me right in the jaw. Now, I am no fool to the small woman’s strength, so it did not surprise me as I flew backward to collide with the rock wall behind me. She continued her abuse as she ranted at me.

“Don’t you DARE act like you care about me! You DON’T! NO ONE DOES! I’m NOTHING but extra baggage! The ONLY reason Reeve even sent me to Nibelheim is because he knew you were there! You followed me out here because I’m too weak to fend for myself. The only person I had that’s ever believe in me at all is lying in that building dying because I was too stupid…to slow… to weak to be there… and-”

I had had enough. I refused to listen to her degrade herself like that. Maybe it was time to tell her just how I felt and why I was so concerned about her.

I growled at her and caught her hands as she swung at me again, spinning her around and pinning her to the rock wall. She cursed and struggled against me again.

“Are you finished yet?” I drawled. I turned my head and spit, only then noticing that she had split my lip and I was bleeding.

Yuffie whined and struggled a little more before sighing, defeated, and slumping back against the rock.

“Look at me.” I ordered. She slowly did as she was told, her sad, broken grey eyes meeting mine almost nervously.

“You are not weak, Yuffie. Or stupid, or useless…or…or any of those things. It is not your fault that Shalua is where she is. She chose her fate. She did it to save her sister, as I’m sure you would have done for her or any of us, because you care about all of us. Regardless of what you think we think about you, you still care about us. You are strong, and smart, and talented, and courageous to a fault. You have a light and beauty about you that we depend on. You lift us up when we’ve fallen to our darkness. You can’t tell me that I don’t care about you, Yuffie, because I do.” She stared at me, the hurt in her eyes slowly fading to be replaced by tainted hope. Her eyes seemed so different… I knew my princess would never be the same.

I made up my mind. I would put it all on the line and risk losing her. I leaned toward her slowly, wanting nothing more than to taste those perfect pink lips, the risk well worth it if it would show her that she was important…needed…wanted.

“Vincent?” She questioned, her voice shaky.

“I care for you, Yuffie Kisaragi… More than you could ever know…”


{Yuffie}

The shock I felt at Vincent roughly slamming me against the rocks was almost paralyzing. He’d never-ever-given me any reason to think that he would hurt me…then again I deserved it if that’s what he planned.

What he said next shocked me even more. When he began to lean to toward me I called out to him, almost afraid. This was too good to be true. Was it even possible that he could love me, too?

“I care for you, Yuffie Kisaragi… More than you could ever know…”

His words echoed through my head, as he did what I never thought he would ever do to me.

His lips were like smooth steel when they pressed softly against mine.

He waited, not moving. His mouth shook slightly against mine. It was almost as if he was testing me…asking my permission.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted this so bad…but it was all so unbelievable.

I didn’t react fast enough. I realized this as he pulled away and looked down.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m sorry but you needed to know.”

Again, I stood frozen. He spared me one last glance before releasing me and stepping to the side, beginning the climb back to the clearing.

He was halfway up the steep dirt ledge before I was able to shake myself back into some semblance of control.

“Vincent, wait!” I cried. He simply shook his head and continued to climb, no doubt thinking that I would tell him something like ‘I love you but I’m not in love with you’.

“Vince! Vincent!” Still nothing as I climbed dangerously fast to catch him. I slipped on a small rock and slid back down to the shelf. Alright, when is enough going to be enough?

“VINCENT VALENTINE!” I roared. The volume of my voice – a volume he’d never heard me reach before – made him whirl around in surprise and lose his grip.

“Oh, shit!” I muttered as the red and black mass that was Vincent rolled and slid down the hill. I braced myself and held my position so to stop him from rolling right down into the water. He collided with me and we both careened to the edge, barely avoiding a very cold and unwanted swim. We stopped just at the edge of the water, wrapped in each other’s arms, face to face.

“Yes, Yuffie?” Vincent panted. Dirt smudged his perfect features as he stared at me with a looked crossed between irritation and hope.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish as I tried to find the right words to say. Vincent sighed and shook his head slightly, attempting to turn away and climb back up the hill.

In desperation, I pushed aside my embarrassment and yanked him toward me, crushing my lips to his and pouring out everything I’d kept inside me for so long. He tensed and his arms tightened almost painfully tight around my waist. I used his strength to my advantage, pressing so close to him that it was almost as if we were one person. The wind in the ravine picked up and blew his cape forward, forcing it to dance and swirl around me like it was blessing us.

I pulled away and gasped for breath. “I never…” I panted, “I never thought you’d feel the same way…” I buried my face in his neck as I shook against him.

“You mean…” He trailed off.

“I mean I love you, Vincent Valentine.”

No sooner were the words past my lips than his mouth was on mine again. His tongue flicked across my lips and I opened my mouth for him, rubbing my tongue against his when it ventured past my lips. My world spun around and I suddenly found myself on my back on the rock shelf with Vincent’s cloak under me. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d taken it off. I pushed him away from me so that I could look at him. I’d never seen him without the cloak before.

His body was lean and muscular. The black leather he wore hugged his body so tightly that it made me wonder how in Gaia he managed to get into it. My eyes wandered to his face again, the view now unobstructed by the high collar of the cloak. I always knew that he was beautiful, but really, this was ridiculous. His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones high and prominent, making his features strong, yet almost feminine at the same time. Finally my gaze met his again.


{Vincent}

I stared down at Yuffie as her eyes roamed over my body. A primal sort of pride worked through my limbs making me shudder as I caught the animal hunger in her eyes. Her eyes met mine and I lowered myself down to her again.

“I want you, Yuffie… I have for so long…but I must know: Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked. My lips brushed against hers as I spoke. My stomach did a flip when her breath caught and she let out a small whimper.

“Yes, Vincent…I’ve wanted you, too! Please, while we still can…before something else happens…”

Again, I had to stop and admire her intelligence and foresight.

I lowered myself the final breath to make contact with her lips again. Her arms and legs circled around me, and just her closeness sent a shiver of arousal through my soul. I felt myself harden to an almost painful state instantly.

Cautiously, my hand trailed across her shoulder and down her arm, venturing away to brush a timid hand across her breast. Her breath hitched and her arms tightened around my neck. She truly was a magnificent creature. She arched slightly into my touch and I had to suppress a groan. My lips left hers and I tasted salt on her skin when I flicked my tongue across her throat. I closed my mouth over her pulse point and sucked lightly at her skin. This was amazing. I never thought that I would ever have the chance to be with my Yuffie, or that she would love me, no less.

It would be perfect.


{Yuffie}

Vincent’s touch was gentle and hesitant, like he was still asking permission to touch me. It was so wonderful and unbelievable… I waited to be awakened from this cruel dream; it’s promise so dark and painfully good. I arched into his hand and let his name flow from my lips before I returned his wandering caresses. My hands trailed down his back to tuck into the waist of his pants at the base of his spine. I felt his body shudder under my fingertips. Leaning forward, my lips searched for any trace of skin that they could find, finally coming to rest at the skin just at his jaw line. Vincent tasted like sweat and leather: tangy bitter and rich and salty at the same time.

I twined our legs together and wished suddenly that I didn’t have such an obsession with knee-high combat boots…I longed to feel him against my skin…the rough, yet smooth leather against my bare feet…and then what I could only imagine as crisp, wiry hair and rippling, muscular legs.

I wanted to feel his hands on my legs, my face, in my hair, and anywhere else on my body that he wished…but the gloves definitely had to go.

As I thought about all of the things I wanted to do to him, and him to me, I realized that I had never seen Vincent’s hands. Not really: he always wore gloves. Actually, I’d never even seen him without the gauntlet, either.

“Touch me, Vincent…” I whimpered.

“I am touching you.” He said, a slight smile in his voice.

“No, touch me…” I moaned, “Without the gloves…”


{Vincent}

I sighed. I so wanted to touch her skin…feel it beneath my own flesh…but I didn’t want to break contact for the few minutes it would take me to rid myself of the troublesome barriers of my gloves and the rest of my clothes. I considered making her wait so that I could relish the moment a bit longer by taking her clothes off of her…but I wanted to feel her skin when I completed that task.

I let out what sounded slightly like-and I will never admit this aloud-a tiny whine as I realized that I would, indeed, have to move away from her. I reluctantly pulled away and sat on my heels. My gaze held hers as I lifted my right hand to unclasp the hinges of the gold gauntlet that I am rarely without. The shining metal hit the ground with a resounding ‘CLANG!’ and I realized that while I should have cared about the dents and scratches that would most definitely cover it…I didn’t. All I cared about was the young woman staring so lovingly up at me.

Her hands slowly, cautiously, rose to assist me as I unclasped the buckles holding my gloves together. A low hiss whistled between my clenched teeth at the first touch of her soft hands as they followed the leather down my arms. She carefully brought my now bare hand to her mouth – still refusing to break eye contact – and I shivered when she placed light, innocent kisses on each of my fingertips.

Sinfully beautiful…

“Yuffie…” I whispered. I pulled my hands from her grasp and brushed my long-neglected fingertips against the smooth skin of her stomach, inching her shirt up ever so slowly, savoring the moment I had been given. I slid my body down hers and bowed my head, allowing my lips to follow the path my hands made. Her muscles twitched under my lips and I smiled. Just before her shirt passed the last line hiding her perfection from me, I stopped and sat up again.

“Vincent…!” Yuffie whined my name. I placed a single finger against her lips and hushed her.

“Patience…” I said, though I contradicted myself when my hands met the buckles of my shirt. I almost tore the black fabric from my body and she giggled beneath me, her amusement cutting off abruptly when the shirt slipped from my shoulders to land behind me. She stared at my torso. I suddenly felt very unsure of myself. My years at Hojo’s mercy had left much, much more than pesky demons in my head. My entire body is covered in grey, puckered scars. Some are precision cut and stitched, others nothing more than savage tears in my skin. Yuffie’s hand rose from my thigh to lightly graze the small star-shaped scar over my heart, left by the bullet that ended my life all those years ago.

“Does it hurt?” she asked timidly.

“Every day.” I answered with a rough whisper.


{Yuffie}

That bloody bastard. Sadistic, twisted, godless, insane bastard.

I heard Vincent’s ragged answer and felt my breath leave me all at once. Vincent’s eyes betrayed something that looked suspiciously like shame, and I sat up quickly, straddling his lap and gripping his shoulders tight in my hands.

“Oh, Vincent…” I sighed, “You’ve been through so much…lost so much…and you still … move ahead. You go on.” I suddenly felt like a fool for carrying on as I had before. “You’re beautiful.” I leaned against him and felt him smile against my shoulder.

“I’m a hideous disfigured monster, Yuffie.” He scoffed.

OH! Sometimes he made me SO. ANGRY. I wanted to slap him!

“Stop that right now!” I snapped, yanking myself away from him. I shoved my knee into his chest and forced him to lie back on the rock beneath us.

“Each and every line…every scar…they all tell a story. This one,” I pointed to the star-shaped scar on his chest, “tells me that you had the heart, the courage, to make the ultimate sacrifice for someone you loved.” He rolled over on top of me again, his eyes warning me to stop, but I continued. “This one,” I trailed my hand across the Y shaped scar that took up most of his chest, “Shows that you suffered even after death.” My hands journeyed to his back and the dual scars just over his shoulder blades. “And these show that regardless of what a sick mind did to you, you live on and use these creatures to fight against what evil he was trying to create. Just from looking at your body, I can see that you are a man that fights for what he believes in. A man that fought so hard for his beliefs that he died for them. You are stronger – in every possible way - than anyone else I know, and that,” I paused to kiss his jaw, “is beautiful.”


{Vincent}

When in the seven hells did she grow up so much?

“Yuffie…” I moaned as I dove for her lips again. The frantic heat was back and I could have screamed my hatred for my blasted pants as I was forced to part from Yuffie again. This time, however, she followed me, sitting up and shoving my hands aside, and then she was viciously attacking my belt and pants. She yanked the black leather piece from me so hard that it nearly pulled me down to crush her. My hand grasped hers and stopped her from fumbling with the button of my pants. I had other plans and I didn’t want to spoil them by finishing before I got what I really wanted.

My hands shook as I sat back and let my fingers catch the hem of her shirt, pulling it from her body to reveal that she wore no bra underneath. She tried to sit up and I put my hand on her chest and forced her back down. I shimmied down her body and fought with the clasps of her boots, pulling the heavy pieces from her body. Her shorts came next, tossed over my shoulder carelessly, followed immediately by her panties. Her legs parted for me in an invitation that took all of my control to resist. She was already wet and glistening, her body begging me to take her. I looked to the sky and bit back a moan as my fingers blundered through the button and zipper of my pants and the leather was peeled from my skin.

I fell to her, finally able to savor the sensation of her smooth skin against me, and I was instantly so hard that I could have broken a hole in the rock beneath me. I prayed that my control would hold out for at least a few minutes more…


{Yuffie}

Finally…Yes…Finally I could feel his skin against mine, and it was better than I had ever imagined. The sublime weight of him on top of me, the way his silky black hair fell around my face, the way his knee ever so slowly nudged its way between my thighs – it was all so perfect.

And then there was no room for thought.

His hand smoothed down my torso and in to the juncture of my thighs and he ran the backs of his fingers against my warmth.

“Vincent!” I gasped, arching against him. “Foreplay some other time…” he slipped a long finger inside me and curled it upward and I moaned “…please!”


{Vincent}

My control was razor thin as I slowly ran my fingers up the wet slit between her legs and it cracked a little more when she gasped my name so passionately…and then shattered at her whispered plea.

She was right.

We had waited long enough.

I braced myself with my hands on either side of her head and very carefully nudged her heat with the tip of my erection and- a sudden thought struck me.

“Yuffie…are you…innocent?” I struggled through the words.

“Yes…” she answered, a lovely blush staining her pale cheeks.

“Then you are aware that this will-”

“I know it will hurt, Vincent, but I don’t care! I want you inside me now!” she cried.

And I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to. I thrust my hips forward, burying myself in her warmth and breaking through the small barrier that separated her from womanhood.

Heaven…it was heaven. I let out a choked groan and felt my elbows buckle. I fell to her, barely catching myself on my forearms to keep from crushing her, and then pulled away and looked at her.

Her eyes held a shocked expression, but to my relief, there was no sign of tears.

“I’m sorry.” I panted.


{Yuffie}

I nodded to Vincent at his apology, unable to talk just yet.

Sweet Leviathan that hurt! I knew for a fact that I was smaller than most virgin women, and from what I glimpsed of Vincent before he stretched out on top of me, he was…well…huge.

I shifted beneath him to try to ease the pressure inside me, and he tensed and groaned, clutching at my hip and holding tight to keep me from wriggling too much. We were still for a long while. Vincent’s breathing was harsh and labored, his face twisted in a grimace and I could only guess he was waiting for some sign from me that I was okay. The pain was slowly receding and was being replaced by the most amazing feeling…but something told me that there was much, much more, and I tried to push against him again.

“Vincent?” I whispered. The wind whistling through the ravine masked my voice and made it sound as if I were a part of the element.

He gasped shortly at my sudden push and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “Are you ready?” He asked.

Oh yes, I was ready. I pushed harder than before, using my body to answer his pained question and he groaned, pulling back and sinking deeply inside of me again.

I was shocked at the sudden jolt of intense pleasure that rocketed through me at his movement.

“Again!” I gasped. He complied, and then settled into a rhythm of deep, slow thrusts.


{Vincent}

She was exquisite. With every outward stroke, her body clutched at me creating an almost unbearable suction. She gasped and moaned beneath me, her pleasure painted on her flushed face. The rock shelf underneath us was hard and painful on my knees, but I paid it no mind. My thoughts were centered on the woman below me, lost in the pleasure that I never thought I would be blessed enough to give her.

“Oh Gods, Vincent… I can’t… I love you… oh my… so…”

I groaned at her words and silenced her breathless ranting with a kiss, my tongue darting out to taste her sweet skin as my pace quickened. Her tongue met mine, swiping across my teeth. I thrust once harder than before and she tore her mouth from mine, throwing her head back with a silent scream. My lips fell to her throat, mouthing not-quite kisses along her jaw-line before nipping her earlobe.

Suddenly, I sensed new tension in her body as her muscles clamped down on my erection.

“Oh gods Yuffie…” I whispered as her whimpers increased in volume. I was getting close, and I swore to myself that no matter how painful it was, she would finish before I.


{Yuffie}

I had never felt anything like this before. I’m not naïve, and I’ve touched myself, sure, but nothing like this had ever happened. It frightened me, the intensity of the pleasure. I felt like something was building, something dark and terrible, but also shining and wonderful. The pressure raced through my body, building and building until I thought I would die…if Vincent would just slow down…

“Wait…” I pleaded, not sure what I was asking for.

“No.” he answered. I was desperate.

“Please…please just…wait…”

“No…” he moaned. “Just let go…let it happen…I can’t Yuffie…”

And then the pressure exploded and I couldn’t keep still if I tried. I arched into him and bit my tongue to keep from screaming as every nerve in my body fired off at once.


{Vincent}

I felt Yuffie’s warmth clamp down on me and I placed my thumb at the little nub just above her opening and rubbed frantically, pulling out of her completely. There was no way I was going to chance getting her pregnant in the middle of a war. Her body writhed and convulsed beneath me and for a moment I forgot how painfully aroused I was. She was just so damned beautiful.

Finally her breath slowed and her body relaxed back to the rock under us. I reached down my own body to grasp my erection and finish myself. Her eyes opened and followed the movement of my arm before going wide with surprise.

“Vincent!” She said, “You’re not done yet…why…?”

“I did not think pregnancy would be the best thing for you right now.” I answered.

“Dammit, Vince, I’ve been on the pill for years!” She sounded a little…put out. Well…I didn’t know that! She stood up and forced me to my feet as well, backing me against the cliff wall before dropping to her knees before me.

“Yuffie… what are you doing?” I asked.

“Hush, Vincent. Do you really want me to think that I can’t satisfy you?”

My eyes went wide and I scrambled for the right words. “No! I just-” My words were cut off with a strangled cry as her hot mouth closed over my hard flesh and I sank almost all the way down her throat. My head fell back to collide with the rocks behind me and I gripped her head.

“Yuffie…you don’t have to do that-oh gods don’t stop…” I heard myself say. I was so close…in such painful need of release…and she was so wonderfully inexperienced… My hips jerked forward ever so slightly and she reflexively swallowed around me.

Soon I was bucking against her, holding her head in place and panting her name. My legs felt like jelly and I could almost see my release right before me.

And then she was sucking, her tongue doing such sinfully delicious swirls on the underside on my erection, and I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I came like I didn’t know what it felt like and I very nearly collapsed. I looked down at her to find wide eyes staring up at me and she was still sucking greedily, milking the very last of my orgasm from my body until my shaky hands forced her to move. I fell to my knees and drew her into my arms, still gasping for breath.

Planet, but it had been so long…release in itself was almost painful.


The sun was setting by the time either of us moved – not by will, but for the reason that my cell phone started ringing. I reluctantly pulled myself from Yuffie’s grasp and answered the annoying thing.

“Valentine.” I started.

“Vincent, have you seen Yuffie? Shelke said she ran off a couple hours ago and no one else-” Reeve ranted.

“She’s with me, and she’s fine. You shouldn’t worry about her so much, Reeve. She can take care of herself.” I said, winking at Yuffie as she smiled at me.

The conversation continued for a moment, ending with Reeve informing me that Cid was on his way to retrieve us.

“I suppose we should get up there.” I said, gathering Yuffie’s clothes and boots and passing them to her.

No words were passed between us. There was nothing left to say. As we finished dressing and climbed back up the steep cliff to headquarters, one line said everything that I could ever whisper, scream, or cry to her.

“I love you.”

We were going to be just fine.


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