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The Feel of My Love
By TBOtaku
A Yuffie Kisaragi and Vincent Valentine fan fiction.
2003 Season
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Her footsteps echo softly across the dark stone walls.
Her breathing jumps and falters with the increase of her nervousness.
The silent "whoosh, whoosh" of the material of her pants sliding across her thighs as she takes even, balanced steps across the cold floor go unnoticed to the keenest insect.
But I hear them. My senses do not allow me ignorance. Her every step taps lightly on the smooth stone floor, pounds like thundering water upon the thick walls of my consciousness. My features remain smooth as death as I force nonchalance with immeasurable effort. The silky sound of a lock of hair sliding onto her porcelain face reverberates in my ears in the span of eternity and I long to touch her, to brush it back. To restore the order and neatness of her uncertain features.
My own order collapses. But I keep my eyes closed.
She pauses. Her padding footsteps come to a sweet, graceful halt at the foot of my coffin, and, to my dismay, my joy, my boundless pleasure, her long, searching fingers close around the lid.
My lifeless heart begins to beat faster – purely a mechanical action - the red blood coursing through my veins with increased speed. It does nothing for the paleness of my skin, though; the old, eternal paleness. My pulse quickens as she puts pressure on the unpolished oak, puts pressure on the tightness of the knot in my chest. A soft gasp escapes from her lips as the wood gives way with ease, the extra force pushing her body forward.
Her grace is infallible. She moves with anticipation and rests her hands on the thin sides of my bed chamber, my lightless prison, my sanctuary. Then she rises and opens her mouth.
She takes a small breath, but does not speak.
She is waiting for me.
I open my eyes.
Our eyes meet; hers sparkle with their familiar soft gray luminescence.
"Did you think I would forget?" Her smile shines warmly on my soul, which unfurls eagerly like a flower at the radiance of her love.
I rise from my slumber and take her hand gently. "Neither of us would ever forget our anniversary," I say to her in my deep, quiet voice. She giggles softly, which I love to hear. "Happy anniversary, Yuffie…Let's go celebrate." We walk slowly from the chamber into the life of the night above.
9:32 P.M. (EDT) Saturday, February 8th, 2003 written by TBOtaku, a sudden inspiration story of which this part was finished to the tunes of On My Own and A Heart Full of Love from Les Miserables. A Yuffie Kisaragi and Vincent Valentine fan fiction. This is the first fan fiction I have written since last year, and officially marks the end of my latest hiatus from writing…author, again!!!!!!!! –TBOtaku~~~~ ==""== I like this story.
The Feel of My Love
By TBOtaku
A Yuffie Kisaragi and Vincent Valentine fan fiction.
2003 Season
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Her footsteps echo softly across the dark stone walls.
Her breathing jumps and falters with the increase of her nervousness.
The silent "whoosh, whoosh" of the material of her pants sliding across her thighs as she takes even, balanced steps across the cold floor go unnoticed to the keenest insect.
But I hear them. My senses do not allow me ignorance. Her every step taps lightly on the smooth stone floor, pounds like thundering water upon the thick walls of my consciousness. My features remain smooth as death as I force nonchalance with immeasurable effort. The silky sound of a lock of hair sliding onto her porcelain face reverberates in my ears in the span of eternity and I long to touch her, to brush it back. To restore the order and neatness of her uncertain features.
My own order collapses. But I keep my eyes closed.
She pauses. Her padding footsteps come to a sweet, graceful halt at the foot of my coffin, and, to my dismay, my joy, my boundless pleasure, her long, searching fingers close around the lid.
My lifeless heart begins to beat faster – purely a mechanical action - the red blood coursing through my veins with increased speed. It does nothing for the paleness of my skin, though; the old, eternal paleness. My pulse quickens as she puts pressure on the unpolished oak, puts pressure on the tightness of the knot in my chest. A soft gasp escapes from her lips as the wood gives way with ease, the extra force pushing her body forward.
Her grace is infallible. She moves with anticipation and rests her hands on the thin sides of my bed chamber, my lightless prison, my sanctuary. Then she rises and opens her mouth.
She takes a small breath, but does not speak.
She is waiting for me.
I open my eyes.
Our eyes meet; hers sparkle with their familiar soft gray luminescence.
"Did you think I would forget?" Her smile shines warmly on my soul, which unfurls eagerly like a flower at the radiance of her love.
I rise from my slumber and take her hand gently. "Neither of us would ever forget our anniversary," I say to her in my deep, quiet voice. She giggles softly, which I love to hear. "Happy anniversary, Yuffie…Let's go celebrate." We walk slowly from the chamber into the life of the night above.
9:32 P.M. (EDT) Saturday, February 8th, 2003 written by TBOtaku, a sudden inspiration story of which this part was finished to the tunes of On My Own and A Heart Full of Love from Les Miserables. A Yuffie Kisaragi and Vincent Valentine fan fiction. This is the first fan fiction I have written since last year, and officially marks the end of my latest hiatus from writing…author, again!!!!!!!! –TBOtaku~~~~ ==""== I like this story.