Disclaimer: Don't Own Anything.
FLUFF. Yuck. Couldn't decide where I was going with this so it's sort of crappy.
Pairing: Cid/Vincent.
If you ever asked Vincent Valentine his favorite colour, he would say it was blue. His favorite scent? Strangely enough, smoke. What was it that he liked to do in his spare time? That would be studying everything he could see out of Sierra.
If you ever asked him if he loved Cid Highwind, he would shake his head furiously and speed off in the opposite direction. Everyone found this extremely strange. They knew Vincent could be shy but why about this, of all things? How could he not love Cid if Vincent's favorite colour was the same as the blonde man's eyes, his favorite scent was the disgusting smoke constantly surrounding Cid, and he preferred to be on the airship than anywhere else?
While everyone would ponder on these thoughts, Vincent would find his chain-smoking blonde man and shift about awkwardly until Cid pulled him into an embrace that immediately made Vincent weak and vulnerable but still content. If no one walked in on the two, Vincent would whisper his confessions of love into Cid's ear while the blonde man grinned and returned some of his own. Cid always felt honored by this, as the dark haired man would never admit his love for the other to anyone else but him; the man who loved him back.