One day
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Final Fantasy VII, except a rather nice model of Vincent.
Well this is my attempt at a FFVII fic, I've only played the game once so I apologise if anyone is out of character… I've kept this short; guess I'm practising my drabble-ish writing. The pairing should be obvious...
updated to change the footnotes
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She always enjoyed their nightly escapades. They way he would hold her as he drove her to the edge, they way he whispered in her ear. His dark hair falling around her like a black curtain, blocking out the rest of the world. His deep gravely voice sending even more shivers down her spine.
However there were nights, like this one, where he would remain silent. His ragged breath the only thing he dare let out. It was on these nights she knew that it wasn't her he was seeing beneath him.
Instead of short black hair, it would be light brown and long. Stormy grey eyes replaced with deep brown. Lightly tanned skin turning pale and creamy. A girlish figure being replaced by a tall and very feminine one. She knew the face he gazed upon was not her own.
She didn't protest though, how could she? She had learned long ago that he would never fully let go of his past, that didn't make these nights easier. Only served as some protection for her bruised heart.
His jaw would stiffen as he moved above her, and she knew it wasn't because he was trying to hold on. It was to stop himself from uttering 'her' name.
She would remain silent like him, concentrating on the delicious pleasure that he gave her. Her own body moving against his until she finally let out a strangled cry of release. Her fingers only lightly gripping his arms.
Her eyes would shut as he collapsed atop her, not opening them even when he rolled onto his side taking her with him. His arms wrapped around her securely, one hand lightly threaded through her hair. She can feel him move his head to look down at her, can practically see his look of confusion and regret.
" Yuffie…" he muttered, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. She kept her eyes shut, knowing that her name had not been spoken in affection. He had only said it to remind himself that it was the young ninja and not his past love that he had just spent the night with.
She swallowed slightly, refusing to let her tears fall. She would pretend to be asleep, knowing that she wasn't fooling him. A sorrow filled sigh left him as his arms tightened slightly, an attempt to comfort her she supposed.
One day he would be able to look upon her without remembering his lost chance with the beautiful scientist…one day.
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So how was that? I'm trying out my angst writing, that and I needed to get this out of my head. Please read and review. Constructive criticism is welcome. Flamers will be thrown to Kezef the Chaos Hound, who lives in my cupboard…