Authors Note: Short and sweet. I love this pairing so enjoy!! Tell me what you think!
"What?" He continued to stare as she quickly reverted her eyes back to her hands which suddenly became quite interesting. It was unnerving, his stare. She could already feel the blush that was beginning to creep up her cheeks. She quickly lifted her gaze again only to find him still staring at her. She threw her head back down and continued to look at her hands missing the slight smirk that came upon his usual monotonous face.
Why did his eyes have to be such a pretty ruby tone?
Why did he have to have perfect facial features?
Why did he have to have much better, well conditioned, hair than her?
Why did he have to be tall, gentlemanly, and brooding?
Why did she have to love him so much?
Why did his gaze have to be so damn intense?
The list could go on and on if she was left to her own thoughts, but she could barely breathe correctly with him just staring at her.
"Stop!"
"…"
"Vincent Valentine! Stop!" Of course she didn't dare take her eyes off of her hands as she said this, too afraid of what his expression might be.
"Stop what?" She rolled her eyes and huffed, lightly shaking her left leg out of nervousness.
"Staring Vincent."
"Why?" Of all the times to actually speak let alone ask questions it just had to be this time.
"I hate it when you look at me that way."
"Look at you what way?"
"The way you're looking at me right now for Leviathan's Sake."
Why did she have to be so loud?
Why did she have to be so happy all the time?
Why did she have to chew her lip like that?
Why did she have to look so damn cute with a light blush?
Why did he have to fall for her, of all the women in the world?
Why couldn't she realize that she deserved to be looked at this way?
Yuffie was quite the confusing little lady, and no matter how many years he walked the earth, he felt he would never fully understand her. He shook his head and sighed.
"Very well." It was then he turned his head away and began looking at the endless night sky.
It was her turn now. She cautiously lifted her gaze and took in every flawless feature of the side view of his face and couldn't help but feel like a giddy school girl with a crush. Except for her, it was so much more than that.
"You know… I hate it when you look at me that way." She seriously did not see his eyes move but of course he had known. She blushed all over again for being caught and wiped her hand across her mouth just in case she was drooling while she was staring.
"I wasn't looking!" She protested.
"…"
"Well, I wasn't…"
"…"
"Okay fine I was!" A quiet silence soon followed, the crickets could be heard chirping in the distance.
"Again… I hate it when you look at me that way."
"Damn it!" This time she turned her back to him and angrily glared at the open field in front of her, folding her arms across her chest. She blew her bangs out of her face and took a quick glance back to find him contently staring at the night sky. She sat there fuming, silently ripping the grass from the earth with her hands.
Vincent Valentine, looking all glorious and heavenly looking up at the night sky, and not even giving her the opportunity to enjoy the show.
"How was I looking at you that makes you hate it so much anyway?" She was beginning to get grass stains on her fingers from all the pulling.
It was then she suddenly felt the warm breath on the skin of her neck, the hard body resting up against her back. Her throat became dry as shivers ran down her spine. His breath was warm and she could feel his lips draw closer to her ear.
"I hate it because you look at me like you want to take an action…but you never seem to fulfill it."
She clamped her eyes shut as her heart started to beat faster.
"And it kills me inside, because I don't think I'll ever have the courage to make you." It was then her eyes burst open and she looked to her side to find Vincent's face a few centimeters from hers. He was staring at her again, the same way he was before, except this time… it didn't seem so daunting. He was still, open, and oh so vulnerable.
It was then she leaned forward and gently laid a kiss upon his lips. She slowly moved away and hastily moved some of her hair behind her ear and looked everywhere except at him.
Why did his lips have to be so amazing?
Why did the kiss have to be so breathtaking?
Why did she have to be so perfect in every way possible?
And why the hell hadn't she taken his lips sooner?
She felt him place his hand on the side of her face, and this time she looked him straight in eye. He wasn't afraid this time. She gave him a slight smile as she placed her hand upon his.
That was it… he was done for.
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