I realise I have not logged in nor submitted a story since mid last year! Bit rusty I must say so please bare with me! More to come! Working on old fics that are half completed! Nice reviews are welcome! Please don't be too harsh still a newbie! Thanks! :D

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"Do you honestly expect me to believe that Cloud?" Tifa shouted to the yellow spikey air headed Ex- Solider.

Cloud winced as Tifa drew her arm up, clenching her fist in anger.

"Tifa please it's not what you think! Ju-" Tifa swung her fist at the Ex-Solider only to be stopped by a gloved hand which hastily held her wrist with a firm grip.

"Go Cloud." Vincent held his stance as Tifa stood in shock realizing the extent of her actions which were getting out of hand.

Cloud nodded in agreement with Vincent as he veered off outside to where the camp fire resided.

The tension between the two gathered as neither stood down. Tifa angrily eyed the gun slinger, yet Vincent stood with a emotionless expression painted upon his face. Still holding the martial artists wrist in a tight grip.

Whispers were heard from where the bellowing camp fire burned outside the tent.

What felt like minutes were only moments as Tifa slowly lowered her arm in admittance of defeat, realizing Vincent would never stand down.

"I..." Tifa began, as she slowly cast her gaze towards the floor.

"I... I was wrong... wasn't I Vincent?" She felt Vincent's clasped grip weaken as tears welled up in her wine red eyes. Before she knew it a warm embrace captivated her body, shrouding her in a sweet smell of muskiness that seeped from the gunslingers garments. All thought of strength left Tifa as her emotions took hold in his loving embracing arms.

"You need not concern yourself with such matters, Tifa." The husk voice of Vincent soothed Tifas tears as she felt them streaming down her pale complexion uncontrollably.

Vincent felt her soft gentle grasp of her arms wrap round his slender waist, placing her head upon his chest.

"Don't leave me Vincent." Tifas angelic voice said and she stood motionless in his hold.

He did not know how to answer, instead he held her tighter, acknowledging her gentle words of a broken woman.