Cloud's bike speed across the barren plain towards his home town. Afraid he would fall, Vincent held tight to Cloud's waist. Cloud had to leave his Buster Sword at their house in order to accommodate Vincent's body, now pressed tightly against his back.

Cloud blushed. Vincent's hands were running along the contours of Cloud's lean body; only a thin layer of clothing barricading Vincent from his prize. Vincent's fingers clenched around Cloud's abs. Cloud could feel the warmth of Vincent's breath against his neck. Cloud's chest heaved as Vincent's breath grew shorter and more sporadic. Cloud edged up on the seat, but Vincent pulled him back.

"Hey Vincent, I'm trying to drive." said Cloud, expecting Vincent to stop; however, Vincent kept on.

Cloud turned and saw Vincent sleeping, while biting his lip and blushing along with Cloud.