Don't move
Baby don't move
Aw, look at you
I just wanna take this in
The moonlight dancin' off your skin
Vincent couldn't take his eyes off Lucretia. He felt slightly ashamed to be feeling that way, but he just couldn't help it. He tried to reason with himself. After all, it had been nearly 20 years since Yuffie had died. He'd never, never expected to ever get Lucretia back, yet here she was. And he simply didn't know what to do with himself. Or with her. After all, they had gotten coffee precisely twice since her resurrection. Hardly a declaration of love.
They were seated at a piano, in the middle of the deserted 7th Heaven bar. Lucretia was trying to play a song that she only half-remembered, and failing miserably. She was growing increasingly frustrated, and she finally turned to Vincent.
"Hey, can I get a little help here?"
Vincent chuckled.
"Yeesh, I thought you'd never ask. My poor ears thank you for it."
Lucretia pouted.
"That's hardly fair, Mr. Tin Ears. I suppose you could do so much better."
"Of course. Here, let me show you."
He placed his hands, both human and metal, over her soft ones. She shivered slightly at his ice-cold touch, so different from the warm one she remembered, the one that had been missing for over 60 years now. On some instinct, she turned her face upward, and was startled by just how close his face was to hers.
From the look on his face, he hadn't realized how near they were either. The wild thought flashed through his mind: I could kiss her right now, but only for a moment.
She shivered again, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. His skin was permanently ice-cold to the touch, after what that bastard—No. He wouldn't think of—of him right now.
"Sorry. I forgot about my temperature. This can't be too comfortable for you right now."
"That's fine. I actually prefer it to what we had before."
"Liar."
"Oh, fine. I liked you better when you weren't a walking Vincent-sicle."
And then she laughed, and the sound of her laugh made all the hurt, all the pain, all those Goddess-damned decades fall away. Neither of them had moved from their too-close positions.
He never expected what she would say next.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Aren't you supposed to kiss me right now?"
"I don't know. I mean, you might not like it, seeing as how I'm not human anymore and all, and I'm married, I mean I was married, and you're still technically married to Hojo, and—and—and-"
"Vincent, shut up."
"Make me!"
He thought he'd been shocked over what she said. He thought he'd reached the absolute limit of disbelief. He was absolutely wrong.
Lucretia leaned in, closing the gap between them easily, where just a few seconds ago, it had loomed wide as Northern Crater.
Her soft lips pressed gently against his. He hesitated, and then leaned into the kiss.
Just on the border between the Lifestream and that bar, a certain Wutai princess smiled.
Baby, this could be our last first kiss
The door to forever
What if this was that moment
That chance worth taking
History in the making.