Unexpected.

The bed she was lying in was comfortable and warm. The morning sun flitted between the curtains as a breeze blew into the room. Tifa opened her eyes and blinked up at the ceiling. It was a ceiling she didn't recognize, there wasn't that speckled grey pattern but an egg white shade. She abruptly sat up and immediately regretted it, the throbbing in her head got even worse. Clutching her head, she groaned.

"Good morning."

She slowly turned to the voice to her left and rubbed her temples as she saw, Vincent get up from his slumped position on the chair to sit properly.

She frowned while she glanced around her. The room had a definitive male bachelor feel to it. With the large widescreen television on the wall opposite, a floor to ceiling bookshelf overflowing with a menagerie of books, and a medium sized desk next to the balcony doors.

Tifa glanced back at Vincent who seemed to be sitting on the edge of his chair and leaning forward as if in wait for her reaction. She blinked uncertainly but mustered up the courage and weakly smiled at him, "I'm at your place aren't I?"

Vincent nodded and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand.

Tifa blinked at Vincent again. She stared at his un-gauntleted hand, then at his clothing. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt and black dress pants with his hair messily splayed on his shoulders.

He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at her, "Yes?"

"Sorry I- I just never seen you in anything besides your battle outfit." She mumbled lamely as she stared pointedly at the comforter on her lap.

When she didn't hear a word from him, she quickly glanced back at him and noticed him giving her a bemused expression.

"You have actually." He stood and opened the curtains, which caused her to flinch away.

She sat there dumbfounded; she'd seen him dressed differently before?

The corners of his lips twitched up as he tried to stifle a laugh, "You don't remember what happened last night?"

She frowned at him and she saw him smirk at her then he immediately frowned.

"I'll make breakfast."

He then left the room without another word or glance back at her, with both his hands clenched tight.

She sat there in wonder at Vincent's odd behavior just now, then glanced down and noticed that one of the straps of her dress was just barely covering her breast. She fixed the strap onto her shoulder then smirked as she realized that it was this strap of her dress was what caused Vincent to suddenly leave the room in a rush. An idea came to her as she got out of the bed.

Vincent just took a sip from his mug when he saw Tifa step out of his bedroom with just one of his white dress shirts on. He coughed heavily as Tifa walked down the hallway towards him with an innocent smile on her face.

"Are you alright Vincent?"

He put down his mug and turned away from her catching his breath.

She fought the urge to laugh, and continued with her teasing. Picking up his mug she took a sip and glanced down at the mug, it was really good and her headache was disappearing. She glanced up and saw Vincent standing in front of her with his arms crossed.

"That's my mug."

She smiled, "I know."

He reached to take it away from her but she backed away before his fingers touched the mug. She gave him a playful smirk as he rolled his eyes and stepped around the kitchen counter. Again he made to reach for his mug, but she pulled it away from him and finished off the contents. She then ran behind the sofa with his empty mug, he chased after her and caught her before she could run off again.

Giggling she turned around in his arms and stared up at him, "Good morning."

He sighed and took the empty mug from her hands and pushed her towards the kitchen counter, "Good morning, now eat your breakfast."

He walked towards his room while she sat on a kitchen stool with a bright smile. She couldn't remember what happened last night but this morning things were going well.

"Vincent?"

A muffled yes was heard from the bedroom. Tifa again took in her surroundings, noting how clean and almost bare his apartment looked, but she liked it, the apartment was definitely Vincent's. She was just about to pick up the fork and dig in to the bacon and eggs that Vincent prepared when he stepped back into the kitchen dressed in a grey t-shirt and draw string sweat pants with a hardcover book in his hands.

Reading the title aloud she gave him a smile, "The Iliad"

He took a seat opposite her and opened the book and began reading. He just read the first passage when he looked up at her and raised an eyebrow, "Eat."

She smiled sheepishly at him realizing she was staring at him reading. Picking up the fork she took a bite, "This is really good."

"Good." Vincent said and continued reading.

Silence filled the room with the odd scrape of the fork and knife on the plate and the turning of the pages of Vincent's book. Tifa enjoyed her company with Vincent, but she was curious. She knew only so much about him and had so many questions.

"Where did you learn to cook?"

Without missing a beat he answered her without glancing up from his book, "Practice."

"What did you put on this toast?"

"Honey"

"Where did you get these eggs?"

"The Market"

"Oh I dropped my fork under there."

"Under where…?"

Vincent looked up from his book when he heard her giggle. He frowned and then rolled his eyes when he realized what he just said.

Tifa grinned at him then picked up the plate and utensils and brought it to the sink. She was about to rinse the plate when she felt Vincent standing next to her.

"Leave it. I'll drop you off at your place."

"But it's the least I can do after all this trouble."

They stood together by the sink for a minute, Vincent not backing down from insisting that she leave the dishes and Tifa refusing to let him do the dishes. He narrowed his eyes at her, as if daring that she deny him this request. In answer, she glared back at him stubborn in her insistence to at least wash the dishes.

Finally, he sighed then pointed to the cabinet door next to her, "I rinse you put it in the machine."

Widely grinning at him, she nodded.

"So, I'm guessing I got drunk but how did I end up here?"

He continued his rinsing when he said, "Shelke, she called and I was nearby."

Tifa put in the last dish in the machine, pressed the wash button then stood on her toes and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, "Thank you, Vincent."

She then waltzed back towards his bedroom to change back into her dress; little did she notice the rare smile on his face at her retreating form.

I made Vincent say "underwear" because I can and I'm a terrible terrible person.

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