Author: Horrible employee. Writing stories when I should be doing… something. What that 'something' actually is I have no idea. BTW… Sexy Title. Least I think so. Sexy scene? When hell freezes over comrade. Or maybe not.

Warning: Underage crushes… Oops.

Coffin Kisses Do Me Good

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Vincent Valentine's left eye twitched. "Yuffie, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to see what you find so appealing about this." The seventeen year old responded after taking another swig from her Tonberry Sippy cup she had won at the Gold Saucer a few weeks ago. Now it was currently half full of a very suspicious liquid.

"… What is that smell?" His very tone demanded answers.

"That's the smell of your smelly face! … Smells." Her speech was a little slower than usual and almost had a slur at the very end of each sentence.

The dark towering man loomed over the laying girl. He sniffed at the girl and his eyes slightly widened in realization, "Did you get into my rum cabinet?"

Yuffie sat up from her prone state with a hottie look on her face. "I think you should be more concerned that you have a 'rum cabinet' in the first place. Fucking alcoholic."

He ignored her statement. "And why did you decide it was a good idea to drink my rum in my coffin."

Yuffie sighed and spoke slowly, as if speaking to a very small and very stupid monkey, "This is not your coffin! When I started living here, in your stupid mansion, I was actually invading this territory in the name of my country. Now I own you so, there for, this is MY coffin. Peasant."

"Is that why you put that Wutai flag in the living room?" His voice had an edge of annoyance that he couldn't mask. The petite girl seemed to always have that affect on him. He was never able to fully mask his anger and annoyance when the young ninja was around.

"You mad, bro?" Yuffie said with a smug look on her rosy face.

"You drunken idiot." Vincent said angrily as he reached in and pulled the young girl out of the coffin with his metal-clawed arm.

"Help! Grave robber!" She yelled. She kicked and screamed when Vincent threw her over his shoulder and started up the tall and winding staircase. The girl groaned and shut her eyes to keep the sudden nauseous feeling in check as she watched the stairs moving beneath her. "Should just vomit on your stupid cape. That would learn you. You and your stupid leather pants and red cape. By the way it's the middle of the fuckin' summer! Why are you wearing all this shit? Take it off!"

The girl continued to ramble on but Vincent stopped listening to her. He always found that to be the safest option available to him. He also, with a bit more effort on his part, made it a point to ignore the long slim and squirming legs against his chest.

Vincent stayed silent and questioned, once again, his sanity. The whole situation was completely idiotic; he knew that from the beginning to allow this slip of a girl access to his home to stay was a bad idea. It has been two months and he was at his wits end. She has been loud at all hours of the day and night, constantly causing trouble for him with pranks and tricks and being widely inappropriate in everyday life. Worst of all:

He noticed for the last two weeks… that he has been staring at her.

She had never noticed. Subtlety was something she never noticed in everyday life. His red eyes would flicker and stay steady on her while she trained, cooked, or partake in her other everyday activities. She never seemed to really look at him, particularly his face. He could count on his one human hand the times they have made eye contact in the entire time he has known her.

To Vincent she was like fire, painfully bright, unpredictable and disturbingly alluring in his eyes. Her everyday movements were boisterous and wild, like a constant dance that the dark brooding man found very interesting to watch. He supposed it was because of her Ninja upbringing. Her very spirit drew him liked a doomed moth to be willingly consumed by the flame. She was deliciously dangerous to him. He never should have let her so close.

But he would be damned further if he let her out of his sight.

Their friendship was interesting. She would blindly and stupidly move throughout life with no concerns and regard for safety and Vincent would be her silent protector. Taking the time and necessary actions to make sure the runaway princess lived to see another day. In return, she unwittingly gave him the companionship he desperately craved. Staying by his side no matter what or 'Thick and thin' as she would say. Completely loyal and trusting to him, placing her life in his hands without a thought, knowing that she would never come to harm and that she would do the very same for him.

He didn't know when, in his life, he couldn't live without it. Without her near him. All he knew now was that he won't let it go for anything in this cold world. She was just too warm.

He reached her bedroom and tossed the now silent girl unceremoniously on her bed. She only groaned quietly as she had fallen asleep while he was carrying her. He took in her small form. She lay on her back, her lanky limbs sprawled out awkwardly over the queen sized bed. In her trademark short clothing, much of her tanned skin was on display for him to take in. Her chocolate hair unruly and messy, hanging a little past her ears. She was frowning slightly in her sleep. Her light pink lips were in a slight pout that Vincent couldn't force his eyes away from.

He really considered his options at that moment. Because of his upbringing he knew he should cover the girl up with a blanket and leave silently. Possibly leave her a glass of water on her nightstand to help her when she woke up. A true gentleman by very his nature this should have been his only option. On the other hand…

His face was quite suddenly hovering over hers. Her breath, like sweet little puffs of wind, caressing his face and he almost groaned. Her eyes didn't twitch and her breathing stayed even, 'Deeply dreaming of happy things' he mused. He moved closer still, pulling down his red cowl-cape to expose his face completely.

She was so warm and bright…

Like a thief in the night he stole what was possibly, and in all probability, her first kiss. A soft caress of his lips to hers. His opened his mouth slightly and his tongue gently move out to caress her bottom lip and this time a small groan did escape from him. She tasted like wind and cool water. Free and beautiful and exactly what the dark man craved. He tasted her for what seemed an entity in a few seconds.

Her lips moved unexpectedly and Vincent moved so fast he was already at the door frame when her lips finally formed sluggish words:

"I wanna nother chocolate" she mumbled in her sleep. She turned over to her right side and was still once again.

Vincent was gone.

When Yuffie begrudgingly woke up the next morning, a glass of water was sitting on her nightstand.

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Author: Vincent is so sexy. HAWT! Probably going to continue this but if I decide not to I can at least be happy that it could be considered a one-shot. Review por favor?