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Tifa ran ahead to show Barret where to put the unconscious Vincent and thanked him and walked him out, deciding not to open her bar that night in wanting to tend to her possibly injured comrade. She regarded him, he didn't seem to be injured in any visual way that she could see, but he was still fully dressed, retaining even his cape and cowl and metal boots. She realized she had to undress him to examine him further.
Although Vincent was tall, he didn't weigh that much, so she easily removed his head scarf and cape and boots and with a little wrestling managed to remove his shirt, gun holster and finally pants and blushed when she realized he was bare beneath and drew the blankets up to his waist. A cursory examination proved him to be uninjured but for old and numerous red scars that flowed along his slender muscular body, looking so stark against the paleness of his skin. Finally, she removed the gold clawed hand from his left arm and was a little startled at how alien looking his limb was there with its purple skin topped with black claws and then understood why he never revealed his body to anyone and felt pity for all that had been done to him. Yes he was scarred, yet he was a beautifully made man who was kind and sensitive and intelligent. Tifa had always felt drawn to the reclusive man and now seeing him with all of his flaws completely on display just endeared him to her. She had her own scars from life and love that she wore mainly on the inside. Gently she reached down and started softly tracing her finger along the flow of his scars and then bent and kissed his chest as if to heal him.
This caused him to startle awake and he grabbed the person who would dare touch him while he was so vulnerable and held them pinned to the bed, his eyes focused and he realized it was Tifa and then realized he was naked and showing her all he tried to conceal from people and began to try to wrap the blankets around him to cover his shame. She pushed them back and leaned up and stroked his chest in acceptance of his supposed deformities, he shivered as she explored the exposed skin of his torso, gently following his scars with her fingertips as if they were a thing of beauty and not ugly, she began softly nibbling his neck while she ran her hands down both of his arms and then carded her fingers through his unruly hair and he looked at her confusion. Taking his dangerous hand, she tugged it forward and lay it trustingly on her own permanent scar that Sephiroth had left her in his madness and then he understood; she was trying to tell him that scars don't detract from the beauty of a person if you cared about them and everyone had them in some form or other.
Without a word, his lips that were hovering so close to her own, captured her plump lips in a desperate kiss and his hand slid up her top to capture one of her breasts while his human fingers slipped up her skirt and slid past the band of her panties and one entered her before she really even registered it.
Vincent couldn't help himself, it had been so long since he had been with a woman, Lucercia being his last, years of being in statis after that and the realization that no one would ever again accept him how he was now. Yes women came onto him, Yuffie stalked him but he didn't need a one nightstand or a teenaged girl with a crush, he needed a woman who knew all aspects of him and accepted him anyway. He had been so lonely and thought he would always be. Tifa, he had admired for so long and thought her wasted on Cloud. So long he had hoped she would look at him as something other than a friend. Tifa had stiffened beneath his arousal of her but showed no sign of trying to stop him.
Tifa's mind was in whirl as Vincent's one hand pushed her top over her breasts and began toying and plucking them in a beguiling way while another finger joined the first one inside her sheath that was already dampening under his ministration. She moaned against his lips and her tongue wrestled with his as her secret fantasies about Vincent unfolded and she gasped as he tore her panties from her and placed his tool at her entrance. His eyes were almost desperate with need, yet she wondered if she could take this final step, it had been years since she had been with anyone but then hungrily kissed him and wrapped her legs around him in acceptance as he nudged himself within her using what patience he had left.
He suppressed a moan at how she clenched on him as if trying to castrate him. Tifa obviously wasn't a virgin but how tight she was, indicated it had been a while for her too, he made himself pause, Vincent was a romantic and didn't believe in quick fucks or cheap one nightstands. When he was involved with someone, he was there for the long haul. However, he knew he wasn't going to last very long their first time together and mentally promised her a proper date and hours of gentle love making as he normally preferred as he started to move in her, pumping faster and faster with time.
Tifa gasped as she could feel ever nuance of his heavily engorged erection as he pounded it within her heated depths, touching her everywhere and making her experience the sheer explosive response of being taken by a dominate male. She herself had been lonely as well and fed his desperation with her own as they almost violently coupled. She was so loud as his harsh thrusts made her ride the finest razor's edge between pleasure and pain to his own heated moans and then her whole body when ridged and her seemed to shattered to millions of crystalline pieces.
Vincent was faring no better, he was actually physically trembling from the erotic stimuli of their first coupling and was desperately trying not to compare his last sexual partner with Tifa, Lucercia was the sort to bite and scratch on climax and often cry, yet Tifa's hands just stroked over his skin and she pressed kisses where she could reach while they made love, she was heavily into kissing. She came again and then realized that his hand was searching for hers and took it in a surprisingly sweet gesture as if letting her know her know he wasn't just there for sex but wanted to have a connection with her in every possible way. His own cry of release soon echoed her and squeezed her hand before covering her and cuddling her close.
Feeling they were past the point of all modesty, he helped her undressed and pulled her head possessively onto his shoulder. "You must think I'm easy" were her first words.
"No I think you're a fine woman who has been left wanting by the wrong man, you're kind, you're virtuous, you're loyal...and now you've been taken by the right one" he said picturing many happy nights of the two of them together. He liked to spoil the woman he was with and was practically a gourmet chef and longed to cook for her.
Tifa felt comfort at his words, that he was serious about them as her mind went spinning in the same direction and she willingly entered into the cage of his arms.