Its been forever- ah, enjoy a non-FF/DoC/AC 'verse little fic 'bout sad lil' ol' Cid. :)

Finally I found his place- creepy number thirteen at the end of the god forsaken block, trash and leaves blown over on the walkway to his door. I knocked (banged more like) and leant against the brick archway framing the door, head throbbing. "s too early 'fer a hangover…" I heard myself mutter, then more consciously, as the cold night air was biting a bit too roughly at my ass, "Vince! Hur'y it 'duh hell up!" I shouted at the door.

It opened not too long after, and there stood Vince, all tall and dark in a long robe, scowling. "You ain't need no…beauty sleep," I muttered, stumbling into his house. It was warm and smelt of him- I felt a hand curl around my arm, pulling me back from the near face plant I accomplished on his floor. "You're drunk, Cid. Goodness."

I grinned in an accomplished way, turning to him. He closed the door with his free hand and looked me over- still in my shop jumpsuit and stinking of the Irish pub down the way. "Can you call Shera-?" He led me to the couch, I sat without a word. A soft sigh came from him, "Well, I can't let you off to wander like this. Boots off, I'll muster up some blankets." He left me to do as told, disappearing down the dark hallway.

I kicked my work boots off and sprawled back on the couch, groaning as my empty stomach churned with its only-alcohol contents. I was ignoring the ache in my chest- Shera could wait to be thought of when I wasn't drunk off the damn horse. Vincent came back, toeing my boot aside and shaking out the promised blankets.

I fiddled with my dog tags, my fingers fumbling with the clasp, cursing at haven gone with a shorter chain so it wouldn't slip off over my head while I was working. Vincent noticed and set the blankets aside, bent at the waist and leant over me, reaching for the clasp to help. I was overwhelmed with his scent, the feel of his soft hair brushing my forehead, the curve of his collarbone… he was so close-

Reaching up, I caught him by his slim hips and yanked him down to me, going in for a kiss. My lips ended up mashed to the space between his nose and upper lip, and he ended up crumpled in between my spread legs. He was so warm and- "Umpf!" That elbow to the chest was sharp. Vincent was repeating my name in a tone that made me tense, I gripped him tighter and kissed anything I could- face, ears, hair, neck.

Another elbow drove into my side, then a hand planted on my chest and Vincent was able to pry himself away. "Cid, get a hold of yourself!" I gabbed for him again, though he swatted my hands down and stood fully. Suddenly I felt embarrassed and small as he loomed overhead, dark eyes unreadable. Vincent moved away from the couch, heading down the hall.

"Vince, 'm sorry," I called out, trying to sit up, the room spinning. "Good night," he replied curtly, and I fell back down to the couch cushions, groaning. "I-… I'm sorry…" I said to his footsteps.