Tell me a story
"Vinnie, tell me a story"
Yuffie Kisagari lay sleepily against Vincent Valentine's chest. They were lying in the middle of her bed in the apartment above Seventh Heaven. The wind from the large open window made the red velvet curtains wave and billow like ghosts. She had let him choose them, since he was up there even more than her, doing that sexy brooding thing.
She started drawing slow little circles with her finger around his nipple, which she pinched when she thought he wasn't paying enough attention.
"What kind of story? He sighed.
He sat up, the moonlight illuminating his face in the dark room and shuffled her to the side of the double bed. She hissed at him and stole the remnants of the red duvet that she didn't have already and hid underneath it. He pulled some of the under sheet to cover up. She didn't know why he did that, she had seen everything already and he didn't get cold. His pale toned body contrasted painfully with the shock of long black hair. It had been released from his bandana and was cascading over his chest.
She had always loved the fact that he was different. That he didn't speak unless he needed to, that he was her opposite in so many ways, that he would always protect her. She called him her bodyguard when they first met. He said nothing, didn't even smile.
It took her years to thaw him out. She had to listen to his angst and shouts for Lucretia in the middle of the night. Out of the blue he gave her a single blood red rose, all her efforts rewarded. Her only love finally hers.
Vincent rolled over to face her and stroked the small part of her chocolate brown hair that was poking out of the top of the duvet.
"I don't know" Her voice was muffled.
"I can not tell a story without a subject."
He was being perfectly reasonable, which infuriated her.
Yuffie poked her head out of her duvet den and scrunched up her face in an exaggerated concentrating pose. Not particularly attractive.
"I know" she said suddenly, almost pushing Vincent out of bed "When we first met."
"If it makes you happy."
She smiled, shoved some duvet at him and looked up expectantly.
Stormy grey meeting crimson
He watched her leisurely and didn't say word. He knew from experience never to mess with her when she was tired. She had a habit of remembering in the morning and could be more vicious than Chaos.
Yuffie smiled slowly and kissed him softy on the lips whilst wrapping her small tanned frame around his side and elegantly placing her leg on his.
"We were in the mansion." She said quietly to prompt him
"A hyperactive ninja and her friends woke me up"
He was making fun of her. How dare he. She kicked him on the shin as hard as she could. Not very princess like at all.
"Carry on, Valentine" She mumbled, a touch of venom in her voice.
"I thought she was beautiful."
Yuffie smiled. As dazzling as she could make it with her eyes closed.
"Oh. Ok." Her voice was pouty and quiet. Just the way he liked her.
