Here is chapter 2! Same disclaimers apply, because if I owned FF7, I wouldn't be writing on The song is Angel, by Sarah McLauchlin. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMON! That's basically all it is… so yeah… lol
Chapter 2- The Angel
One Week After Omega was defeated
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And its hard at the end of the day
Yuffie Kisaragi hurried forward, her heart was pumping fast, and she'd been running a long way. WRO Headquarters, she had to get there, and no one had had a chocobo. She didn't care though, Cloud had finally called with good news, they'd found Vincent and he wasn't dead. She came out of the wild area around the huge complex, the soldiers were still milling around in celebration even now. The ninja didn't think about that though, all she wanted to do was see the crimson gunslinger. He finally had a second chance; she prayed to Leviathan that he would take it. She ran right up the steps, clear to the large door where Reeve Tuesti was waiting. The girl stopped when she reached the Commissioner, out of breath, but she managed to ask her question. "Is… it… true?"
Reeve smiled a bit and nodded, "He's here, we gave him a room, the doctor's said that he's fine. Not a scratch on him, which is amazing in itself."
"That's why he's still breathing…" she whispered and straightened, her breath returned, and she grinned widely. "Can I see him?"
"I don't see why not, he's in room 310, on the third floor."
Yuffie hardly even waited to hear all of that, sprinting to the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator. It was far to slow, and she just had to see for herself. She took the stairs two at a time, and crested the third floor, running toward the hall where 310 was located. It seemed like an eternity, but she made it, knocking several times. She was about to start knocking again when the door opened, and two crimson eyes looked down at her from between tendrils of ebony hair, unbound and loose, pooling around his creamy shoulders. The ninja's mind barely comprehended that Vincent was standing before her in nothing but pants; she was just so relieved to see him. She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and causing both of them to tumble through the door to the floor. He still hadn't regained all his strength; normally he would have just caught her. The automatic door closed behind them and she looked up at him, tears that wouldn't fall lined her eyes. "I thought you were dead."
The look in Vincent's eyes told Yuffie that he'd thought he'd been too, then he realized how close they were, her arms warm against his cool skin, her legs on either side of his hips as he sat there, rather undignified on the floor. His heart fluttered, was this the moment he'd been waiting for, the one that would help him to move on, to get that second chance he'd wanted so badly? The ninja on his lap was lovely, strong and endearing, no matter how much he pushed her away, she always came back. He'd thought for along time that he was simply not worth it, but she was so upset… She thought he was dead, and she was showing more vulnerability then he'd ever seen from her.
"I'm not dead," he whispered to her, letting his hands move to the small of her back, his touch gentle.
She pulled closer, her lips nearly brushing his, "You're really here?"
He breathed back, his full mouth touching hers, "I'm here Yuffie."
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
Ill find some peace tonight
Before the gunslinger knew it, he could taste her. Her grip had closed around him firmly; he could feel her fit body pressed against his chest, only her tiny garments separating him from bliss. Her lips were hungry, devouring his like she'd been starved; her need could be felt clear down into his toes. Vincent did something then, that even surprised him… he melted into her arms, her sweet skin was only a distraction, he knew… but he couldn't stand not having it against him. He needed the release, the emptiness that he'd feel once his passion had claimed him, and he knew that he wasn't alone. He started to kiss her back, his own movements urgent and a bit rough, but Yuffie didn't seem to mind since a moan escaped her as he raised his hips a bit, grinding his oft forgotten lower regions against hers.
Yuffie was pretty sure she'd never wanted someone so bad as she did right then, her senses were overcome with sensations. She was surprised and elated that he started to kiss her back, he tasted like cinnamon, and his soft, male scent filled her lungs. She could feel his fingers exploring the skin he could get to, and her eyes opened a bit, just to find herself looking into his beautiful, half lidded ruby orbs. He moved again, a rather primal growl rumbling out of his chest, and he stood, carrying her over to the bed. The gunman laid her down and climbed over her, moving his kisses now to her neck and shoulders, both his glove and gauntlet free hands roaming over her. She'd always suspected he was a passionate man in intimate situations, especially with all the love he had for Lucrecia… but it was more like he was in battle, fierce, commanding… and entirely sexy. Yuffie didn't know why, but he seemed freed somewhat, like the sin wasn't holding him back as much anymore, or maybe the need to forget was causing this, and in the morning he'd be back to normal. Whatever it was, the ninja didn't want him to stop.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
Vincent didn't even feel like he was commanding his own hands, they were pulling at the ninja's clothes, wanting nothing more then to feel more of her soft skin… his mouth moved of its own accord, crushing hers against them, his tongue probing her lips to allow him entrance. He hardly noticed the ninja's skillful hands had already undone his pants, and it only struck him when he felt slender fingers brush the underside of his shaft. That pulled a rather languid moan from him, and he pressed himself into her palm, shuddering a bit from the sensations he's denied himself so long. He knew he shouldn't be doing this to the girl, but it wasn't as if she wasn't an adult, nor was she unwilling… he could feel her heat from his position over her, but she was from Wutai, and they had traditions about unmarried women and sex. He broke the kiss, and looked down at her, the angel was flushed and left her hand around him; her breath was coming to soft gasps. He'd never seen anything so lovely, and she was accepting him into her arms, into her life, he wasn't being pushed away. He brought a trembling hand up to her cheek and he ran his thumb over her blushed skin. "I shouldn't take you Yuffie… you're a princess, your father…"
The ninja girl shook her head and placed her unoccupied hand on the side of his face, silencing him with her thumb. "My father has chosen a husband for me, but I don't care. I want to stay with you, please don't make me go."
"Yuffie, I'm not ready for what you need…"
"I know, just let me give you comfort now, don't think about the future, just take me. Let my first time be gentle and passionate, with someone I care for deeply… please Vincent."
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
The gunman slowed his fevered movements then, taken aback at the ninja's gentle plea. How could he say no, she was so earnest, so real… could he look her in the eyes and not feel something deep for her? It wasn't like before, where he'd been shoved aside like a used rag, Yuffie wanted him.
Vincent moved his hand up her side and under the small shirt she wore, slipping it off her body before moving to kiss her again. His movements were slow and gentle, she'd never been with a man before, and she trusted him to make this a memory. He had a great honor placed upon his shoulders, and his actions would be with the girl forever. If this had been before the loss of his demons, he would have run, he nearly did now… but he was different, free, he couldn't turn the girl away. He'd come to love her, even though he couldn't express that yet.
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
Its easier to believe
In this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
Yuffie wiggled out of her shorts, not wanting Vincent to get cold feet and run off. She had to marry if she was going to inherit the throne of Wutai, but she knew that there was only one man that she would love, and he was hovering over her right then. She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him back softly, moving her hips against his, wanting the pain to be over so she could enjoy him sooner. She felt him press against her, and her grip on him tightened, tears nearly coming to her eyes at the bitter sweetness of it. He couldn't take her away, couldn't keep her safe, but he could give her this one thing… this union was the only holy one they would share, but that was ok. She couldn't help but feel sad, knowing that their time in the dark and shadowy places would be coming to an end, and she just had to live in the moment and enjoy her angel while she had him.
The gunman moved to look at her, seeing the tear slip down her cheek as he moved deeper within her, trying to be careful not to hurt her. He leaned down and kissed the liquid away, and he found even her tears were sweet. He ached for her, but it was more in heart then body, he just wanted to be part of something larger then himself, anything… She let out a small cry as he broke her barrier, and he stopped, half sheathed inside her. He felt weakened by her pain, but he knew that if she had some husband that cared not for her, that he wouldn't have been so gentle with her. And he was sure that she knew that. After a moment, she seemed to adjust and she kissed him again. It wasn't the sort of passionate kissing that one would expect from what they were doing, it was soft and needing, and the sadness in her movements caused him to loose a bit of his strength. He didn't want to admit that when she woke up, he'd be gone, she knew it, they both knew it… but he couldn't think about that. He moved slowing with her, trying to make it last as long as he could, not wanting it to end. Vincent knew it would, but he prayed that time would just stand still for a moment…
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
Then the moment was gone, and pleasure rushed over them both, and Vincent remained where he was for a time, not wanting it to be over quite yet. After they both caught their breath, he moved to her side and gathered her up against his chest. He just held the trembling ninja, gently rubbing her back until she was calmed. They didn't speak a word, they both knew what would happen, but neither wanted to admit it. Yuffie fell asleep first, and Vincent remained for a time… empty and alone in the dark.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
