She surveys the scene before her: a field of crimson and black laid before her in all its imperturbable glory, bathed in the warmth of the sun and waiting – yes, literally waitingto be disturbed.
Yuffie leans in and braces her hands on either side of that familiar face and calls in a low voice that most would not recognize as hers, "Vinnie?"
Eyelids lift unhurriedly and she finds herself pinned by the red gaze of her companion at so close a distance. Still, she imagines that Vincent is uncomfortable at her nearness, so she figures they're even.
"Vinnie?" she calls again, just as quietly. He remains silent, but his eyes ask the question. "I think it's time for me to rock your world."
The gunman quickly hides his startled expression, but Yuffie is trained in the art of observation, and nothing gets past her when it comes to Vincent. Every ripple in those calm waters is too precious to miss.
"Is it that time already?" His smooth drawl makes her want to laugh and melt at the same time, because she's not sure whether he's actually responding to the insinuation in her tone or just playing along. The girl backs away some. Placing her hands on her hips, she nods decisively. "Yup. You need this, I can tell."
"Do I?" If possible, his eyes sharpen even more as they focus on her, while his voice maintains its velvety timbre.
"Oh yeah," she manages to draw out the 'oh' quite skillfully, "I've been watching you. It'll do you a world of good."
Vincent arches an inviting eyebrow, and she feels an odd urge to lick him. She's dangerously close to getting off-topic here, but decides that that expression might get Cid to contemplate some unorthodox measures.
She braces her hands again, so that they are mere inches apart, then flips over and behind him, quick and clean, holding down the back of the rocking chair so that the whole thing is tipped dangerously close to the ground. And that includes its somewhat confused contents.
"Yuffie, would you kindly set me upright?"
"No prob, Vinnie." She grins at him unrepentantly, their faces appearing upside down to each other. "I just need something from you in return." She lowers her mouth to his ear, and now he knows that her hair smells like metal polish and damp soil. Her demands are delivered in a sweet murmur that makes him want to close his eyes and continue basking in the sunlight.
"Such underhanded tactics are not worthy of a ninja, Yuffie." He doesn't actually sound all that disapproving.
"You clearly have us confused with another group of highly trained professionals, Vince. All I care about is getting what I want."
He sighs and appears to be deep in thought, even as she keeps him off-balance so that the blood must be rushing to his head. How is his face not red as a tomato?
"Very well, you can take Sylvan's reins when we ride next time."
"Aw, thanks, Vinnie! See, this is what I call a win-win situation. I get what I want, and you…" she thinks about just how to phrase it, as she painstakingly returns Vincent to a somewhat-normal state. "…you get something you didn't even know you needed."
"Really, Yuffie," Vincent says dryly, "you are too kind." And that eyebrow is as tempting as it ever was.
She marvels at the warmth in his unsmiling face and knows she got the better end of the deal. "Don't I know it."
But she's not about to admit that.