A/N: Another Physics-induced songfic. Short, simple, and fluffy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Vincent Valentine, Final Fantasy VII, or Square Enix. Nor do I own Heaven or DJ Sammy and Yanou.
Baby you're all that I want
When you're lying here in my arms
I'm finding it hard to believe
We're in heaven
Vincent absolutely hated techno. It wasn't that he disliked what it said, the songs were actually pretty insightful. They were just so... peppy. But it was your favorite genre of music, so he dealt with it. He honestly didn't know how you could possibly fall asleep with the wild beats and insane synthesizers going, but you could. You were snuggled warmly beside him, his perfectly tattered crimson cloak big enough to cover the both of you on the couch in your shared room in the upstairs of Seventh Heaven.
He turned his attention to your sleeping form, noticing how peaceful your face was. A small smile was there, which in turn made a small smile grace his countenance. Such a rare occurence, and you weren't awake to see it. He gently kissed the top of your forehead and laid his own head back down. He preferred to listen to the rain spattering on the roof and the beat of your heart. He noted, somehow, your heart matched the beat of the song. He loved your techno heart.