This is something that is happening in my life as I write this, if my bf knew I was writing this while he was here sleeping he would probably laugh at me for writing something so mushy based on him lol, anyway I was thinking it applies well to this couple so here we go!

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He had been sick; she had been taking care of him. Tifa figured he had stayed out in the storm that had happened just the other night and ended up with this. She was absurdly happy that he had come to her for help when he figured out that he wasn't well enough to get along on his own for a bit.

Vincent however was very mad at himself. He had stayed out instead of coming in out of that damn storm that had come out of nowhere and now he was sick. What was even worse what that in one of his fever induced black outs he had come to the one place he felt safe, even if he wouldn't let her ever know it, after all being close to her could get her hurt, and he couldn't live with that.

She was fixing him soup, he was pretty sure he smelled chicken, and she had him taking some medicine that was supposed to taste like cherries but really just tasted like some horrible, slimy concoction that had almost made him gag. He had managed to get it down however and she had a wonderful trick to get the taste of it out of his mouth: ice cream. It was his favorite rocky road too.

So he was lying on her couch, feeling useless, and having to let her wait on him because he couldn't even begin to fight back. She walked into the room with a big bowl of chicken noodle soup, still steaming hot. He didn't think that he would be able to eat it with his stomaching rebelling against him. Then he took a bite. It was great! Suddenly he was starving and would have inhaled the entire bowl if Tifa had laughingly told him if he ate too quickly it would upset his stomach; needless to say he slowed down.

When he was finished she took the bowl to the kitchen and washed it then walked back into the room and sat next to him. He leaned against the back of the couch and closed his eyes just to rest.

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Tifa smiled at him as he lay back on the couch. She was glad he trusted her to stay here and let her take care of him while he couldn't. She leaned back and turned on the television, making sure it stayed quiet. She hadn't been paying much attention to him so when he slumped down, still sleeping, until his head was in her lap, she was a bit surprised but it was a pleasant surprise. She looked down at him and smiled again. He looked so sweet like this. All his defenses down, his face soft in sleep. Even with his claw and dark clothes he didn't look menacing like this, just peaceful and maybe, just a bit, happy.

She ran her fingers through his hair, something she had always wanted to do, and found out he had really soft hair, as soft as hers actually. Somehow her hand was trailing softly along his jaw but when she realized this she pulled her hand back to the safer spot of his hair. She tangled her hands in his hair and laid back into the soft cushions of the couch. Somehow she drifted off as well with her hands still threaded in his hair.

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Vincent woke slowly, feeling better than he had in days. He tried to sit up but something was holding him down by his hair. He then realized that his head was in Tifa's lap and her hand was wrapped in his hair, worse was that he liked it. He knew he should but he really couldn't find the strength to pull away from her, it felt much too good and he was too relaxed here with her like this so he shifted just enough to get comfortable, closed his eyes, and drifted back off to sleep.