These will be coming much faster than any chapter that I've ever written. I'm going for a goal of thirty, and I'll see where it goes from there.

Ideas and suggestions would be of great help!

Kiss Me, It Hurts

"Would you stop cutting so fast? You're scaring the hell out of me with that knife."

"For the love of Bahamut, Cloud, I've been handling guns for over half my lifetime. Don't you think I can cut cheese?"

Cloud bit his lip and giggled. Vincent stopped what he was doing and slowly turned so he looked at Cloud.

"Did you just… giggle?"

"You said 'cut cheese'…"

Vincent rolled his eyes and smiled, turning to continue cutting. Cloud's face became a little more serious, though his mind was still in hysterical laughter.

"Forget it. But seriously, take it easy with that thing, okay?" He came up to Vincent from behind and slid his arms around the man's waist, nuzzling his neck. "I don't think we have anymore Band-Aids, so be careful," he murmured into Vincent's collarbone. Vincent didn't stop cutting, but he didn't stop smiling either.

"Cloud! Cloud!"

The blonde sighed. One day… just one day.

He turned to find Marlene pouting and Denzel walking in the room. Cloud kneeled so his face was in front of Marlene's.

"What's up?"

"Denzel gave me a paper cut!"

"Did not!"

"Yeah huh! Lookit!" She held up her mildly cut finger in front of Cloud's face. Cloud heard Vincent chuckle from behind him. He took Marlene's finger and lightly placed his lips on it. Marlene giggled, and Cloud smiled at her.

"Better?"

"Kinda." She took her finger back. Denzel tugged on her sleeve.

"C'mon Marlene, let's go wash it off, okay?"

Marlene nodded, following Denzel out of the room and holding her finger. Cloud grunted as he stood. It was tiring, but it was worth wild. He settled into his cuddling position with Vincent – whom, he noticed, was still smiling.

"What're you smirking at?" Vincent's smile widened into a slight grin.

"You kissed Marlene's finger."

"Jealous?"

"Very."

Cloud kissed Vincent's cheek and rested his chin on the other man's shoulder.

"Well, don't be. She gets kisses when she gets hurt. You get them just because. So stop your complaining."

Vincent stopped cutting and turned his body so he faced Cloud. Cloud blinked and tilted his head until Vincent held up his hand.

There were at least five cuts on it.