As The Smoke Clears
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy characters. (catches cookie in mouth) damn their yummy bribes!
Pairings: Vincent/Tifa, possibly others
Warnings: swearing and other explicit content in later chapters, sex, drunkenness, drunken sex etc.
A/N: Time for someone to wake up XD sorry, this one is kind of short. I couldn't quite figure out where I wanted to take it.
Thank you to those wonderful people who reviewed!
Fresh cookies for you!
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Chapter 4.
"Tifa…"
"Vincent…"
There he was, still the same as always. Dressed in his leather and red cloak, complete with metal boots and gauntlet. Before her stood Vincent Valentine.
"Did you miss me?"
Tifa nodded, smiling sadly.
A silver tear slid down her cheek.
"Why did you have to go?"
Vincent crossed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, and reached up to cup her cheek, brushing away the tear with his thumb.
"I never left you."
Tifa covered his hand with one of her own.
"Then why couldn't I find you?"
Vincent looked at her sadly.
"You weren't looking in the right places."
More tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I looked everywhere. You left me, Vincent…"
"I never left you…"
"Yes you did!" Tifa said angrily, pulling away from Vincent and taking a few steps back. "You left me!"
"Tifa…"
She looked away, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"I thought you were dead, Vincent Valentine."
He looked at her sadly.
"Tifa…"
She couldn't look at him. Dimly, she was aware of herself waking up. Vincent faded away slowly, until only his eyes were still visible.
"I never left you…"
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Vincent opened his eyes slowly. He wasn't sure why he was awake, but he was no longer tired. In fact he was wide awake and completely aware. Judging from the position of the moon, it was well after midnight, and it had stopped raining. With a sigh, he sat up surveyed the small room, before sliding gracefully out of the bed and heading down to the kitchen.
On the way down the hall, he passed Tifa's room. The door had been left open and he could hear her muttering in her sleep. He was about to continue downstairs, when he heard her say his name. Curiosity struck and won out against his hunger.
Silent as ever, Vincent carefully entered the room, slowly making his way over to the bed that held the unconscious sleep-talker.
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Standing beside the bed, Vincent watched Tifa carefully. His keep ears picked up her every word, all of which to say the least, confused him to no end.
"Vincent…" she murmured, her voice filled with an unidentifiable emotion.
He looked her over calmly, not sure what else to do. He could wake her, but how would he then explain being in her room in the early hours of the morning?
"Why did you have to go?"
She now had captured his attention. All thoughts of waking her fled as he fixed his gaze upon her face which was creased with sadness.
"Then why couldn't I find you?"
It seemed as though she was talking to him, but she was clearly dreaming.
"I looked everywhere…"
Vincent blinked. Her eyes darted under heavy lids, her voice cracking at her next words.
"You left me, Vincent."
For some unknown reason, those words stung. She was crying now. Silver droplets traced their way down to land on her pillow.
"Yes you did!"
Her fingers twitched slightly.
"You left me!"
'Wow, this girl's nuts!'
Vincent ignored the beast's words, too focused on what she had to say next. It came out as barely a whisper, but he still heard it, clear as though she had shouted it.
"I thought you were dead, Vincent Valentine."
Vincent almost stopped breathing. Tifa sighed and seemed close to waking up.
He needed to get out now.
His body seemed to be frozen to the spot, refusing to move him away from the rapidly approaching awkward situation he had landed himself in. Fate gave him a twisted smirk, as Tifa's eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep. That look quickly disappeared however, when her eyes fell upon the pale gunman standing beside her bed, watching her with unreadable crimson eyes.
"…Vincent?"
'Lets see you talk your way out of this one, Valentine.'
"Fuck!"
'Yep, you're screwed!'
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A/N: Mwahaha!!! Sorry but I just had to give Vincent a hard time with this! Writing this one was fun! XD Hope you all enjoyed it! Chaos has impeccable timing as always! Poor Vinnie! Caught with his hand in the cookie jar! I wonder how he will talk his way out of this one…Hehehe!!! Please R&R!