Awkward Lessons

Snuggling in his arms was the petite ninja he had grown to love.
Right now, she had shut her eyes tightly; trying her hardest to
pretend she was asleep. She had been frowning, on her wedding
night! Alas, Vincent did not have the heart to tease her for such
lousy acting skills; he laid her on their bed (she stared at the bed
for a moment; perhaps in amazement or fright) and stood in front
of the vanity desk he had instilled for Yuffie, attempting to undo
his tie when she spoke:

"Vinnie..?" so softly, one would not have noticed she had cracked
out a sob.

"Yes?" asked Vincent who continued to tug on his tie.

"Will you," she paused for a moment, curling up into a tighter ball;
pulling at the bedsheets for sheer support, "...leave me if I'm bad in
bed?" She whimpered on the last note. With that, she closed her
eyes and held the sheets tighter, half wishing she hadn't asked the
question at all, the other half desperate to hear his reply.

Vincent stopped tugging his tie and chuckled quietly. He wouldn't
want Yuffie to know he was amused now, would he? So that was
what that had troubled her so badly on the way to the mansion. He
scolded himself inwardly for laughing at his wife's dilemma. Afterall,
Yuffie made such a question sound so innocent. Acting ignorant, he
continued to tug on his tie until it finally came out. Then he settled
down next to the bride and whispered, "Then I will have to teach
you, won't I?" Yuffie blushed shyly and blindly groped for the bag
beside the bed. Finally grabbing hold of it, she hurried into the
bathroom; leaving her amused husband to chuckle quietly.

Vincent took the chance to change out of his tuxedos.

Pulling the door open, she stepped out shyly. Her hands were
fidgeting with each other as if to stop her from being anxious. She
glanced at Vincent who heard the creak from the door and had
turned around from his position in bed, quickly bowing her head.
Vincent was gorgeous, dressed in only a pair of black boxers; the
dim light only made his bare chest sexier.

Vincent gazed at the lovely image in front of him. Yuffie never
looked more fragile; donned in black satin lingerie, she had shyly
bowed her head. She portrayed beauty like a porcelain doll,
untouched and vulnerable. With that, he chuckled and invited her
over. "Come here."

It was too quiet and the distance from the bathroom to the bed
seemed far. She hesitated and words started pouring out of her
mouth before she even knew it. She treaded slowly, looking at
anywhere but the bed. "Tifa took me shopping and suggested that
I should buy... uhm.. what-I'm-wearing-right-now. She -" "- made
a good choice." He finished the sentence, murmuring with his head
on her neck. He had walked right up to her and she hadn't even
noticed. Swiftly he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Yuffie had always been a confident and loud person. It was only
moments like these, she turned extremely quiet and shy. Vincent
remembered how quick she turned her head away from their
first kiss and how soft her words came out afterwards. But she
would turn back to the hyperactive ninja overnight, leaving no
traces of awkwardness between them.

Yes, Yuffie was such a innocent girl. Girl? Ah, she would be a
lady soon; a fine lady. Vincent observed her intently; she peeked
at him and was surprised at his smile. Holding his gaze, her eyes
curious about his actions, Vincent then pulled her closer to him,
caressed her cheek and leaned down to kiss her. He broke off and
then asked her gently, "Ready for lesson one?" She nodded in his
chest, afraid to displease her lover.

Vincent was a slow romantic. He liked to take his time and observed
Yuffie's reactions. He started out from her head, taking in her scent
of baby powder. Still her eyes were closed, he approached her lips,
not touching, allowing her to anticipate. His human hand moved in her
satin top and brushed against a nipple. She gasped in surprise and
looked straight at him in the eye. "I'll stop it if you don't like it," he
questioned her kindly.

She glanced away and whispered, "...no, I'd like that." For that second,
Vincent was proud. Yuffie was trying to overcome her shyness.

He proceeded to cup her breast and massaged it. She shivered in pleasure
and accidentally let out a moan. Embarrassed, she buried her face in his chest.

Vincent smiled. This was going to be a long night.

Note:
Final Fantasy VII does not belong to me but to Square- Enix.
Something I had written a couple of months ago and I am posting it up
as an apology to my readers of The General's Jester. Do bear with me,
my schedule's a little off. Once again, I do miss you people too you know.
Hope you liked it, do let me know. :)