Chapter 7:

Loving You Forever

A Final Fantasy 7 Yuffentine Fanfic

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. All rights to Square-enix and appropriate companies.

Warning: Sexual Content


"Yuffie?" Vincent moved to cage over her. His hands smoothed away sweaty hair from her eyes. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

"Yes, no. I'm fine, Vincent. Just," she sighed, "spent. Give me a minute?"

"Of course, love." Vincent laid next to her and pulled her close so she wouldn't get chilled. "You're sure you're alright?"

"You may be my first, Vincent, but you seem to forget I'm a fighter, too. It's going to take more than a bout of sex to put me out."

"Putting out is exactly what you're doing, Yuffie."

She frowned. "I suppose I am. I should have you know, you should take full advantage of me."

"Because this will be the only time you'll allow it?" Vincent asked despondently.

"Because next time, you won't be in control of everything." Yuffie's hand found him again and gave him a light tug. "Teach me how to please you?"

Vincent smiled and nodded. Pushing up, he hoisted her over his shoulder, patted her bare ass satisfactorily, and sped up to his room.

The next morning, Yuffie woke from a very vivid wet dream involving her and Vincent and various positions and several scandalous demands. How disappointing that it was only a dream, Yuffie thought as she snuggled under the covers to seek out the warmth beside her.

"Good morning, Yuffie."

Her eyes flew open and she bolted up. Body protesting, Yuffie winced as Vincent leaned up to steady her.

"Vinnie? Wha- Oh my gawd. It wasn't a dream." Yuffie looked at the skin exposed on Vincent, and saddened when she saw the blankets covering the best part.

"You thought last night… this morning, that it was all a dream?" Vincent laid back and enjoyed the view of Yuffie's bare breasts. It was as if she were unaware or accustomed to waking up naked.

"You'll admit, with our relationship, it is quite the change. I'm glad it's real." Yuffie leaned forward, propping her chin in a hand as she studied Vincent in the morning light.

"You're making me hard with all your sultry staring, Yuffie."

"And I am wet, just from hearing you say something so boldly, Vinnie."

"So, I'm hard. You're wet. Whatever shall we do about it?" Vincent asked as if he were asking how she would like her coffee.

"I do recall you saying something about wanting to cum in my mouth," Yuffie trailed off as she pulled back the blanket to fully expose their nakedness to each other.

"And what about your pussy?"

Yuffie bit her lip at hearing such a lewd term pass Vincent's lips. Then a moan escaped the back of her throat when she recalled what those lips did to her pussy the night before. Straddling his chest so she faced his cock, Yuffie licked his tip and blew hot air over it before saying, "Left hand only."

"Yuffie," Vincent worried as his claw smoothed over several red marks on her ass where he had gripped her to help keep her seat on him during a previous session.

"I trust you." Yuffie sucked down on his cock and left him to stare at the enticing picture of her entrance hovering over him.

A deep throated groan had Vincent's cock twitching in her mouth when he palmed her with the smoothest section of his gauntlet. She humped his hand as she wrapped her fingers around the length that didn't fit into her mouth. The smell of sweat and sex refilled the air.

Vincent pinched and rolled his knuckles around Yuffie's folds, avoiding using the sharp points, to squeeze her clit. Fluids slicked over the metal of his claw and Vincent vaguely wondered if he would need to polish it to keep it from tarnishing.

It was a short lived thought as Yuffie's fingers explored beneath his balls and found the sensitive stretch of skin before she reached his ass.

"Yuffie!" He gasped as her only warning. He felt her suck with real desperation. His release was just as volatile as when he was buried balls deep into her orgasming cavern the night before. Twitching his fingers even more, he had her matching his orgasm, and as she convulsed her release flooded out to coat his claw. "Good girl, good girl," he praised.

Licking him clean and wobbling off him, Yuffie rested, her chest heaving.

"Yuffie," admonished Vincent as he rolled to stare at her, "you're all dirty."

She spread her legs, far too focused on regaining her breath to be much help as he took up residence between them to lick her clean.

They showered together, not even asking each other, and then dressed. Yuffie pulled on a sweatshirt from his closet and a pair of panties before heading downstairs to prepare food. Vincent pulled on his pants, forgoing underwear or a shirt, and attempted to put his room to rights. He walked down with his arms full of sheets, secretly breathing in the mixed smells of their lingering sex, and went to throw them in the wash.

"What? You don't think we'll have sex again tonight?" Yuffie joked as she put hot food on the table for him.

"I think we will," Vincent answered seriously. "Just not in bed."

"This is going to take serious getting used to," Yuffie confessed, staring at him and his bare chest.

"Shall I tone it down?" Vincent smoothed a hand over her hair.

"No. If this is how you truly feel, I want you to be as natural as you want," Yuffie said decisively. "I want to know you, Vinnie."

"I think you know me better than anyone ever will."

"I think the same about you, Vinnie." Yuffie poured coffee and sat down. Frowning, she stopped him before he said anything. "No, you're not going to tell me something stupid like I deserve someone else or some other life. I just want you, us, this, for now. Can't we just enjoy it?"

"Of course, Yuffie." Vincent held out his claw for her to take. "Of course we can."

"Good. Holy Leviathan, your gauntlet needs cleaning."

"That's your cum, you know. Don't be disgusted by it."

"Not disgusted," Yuffie purred. "Proud."

After breakfast, Yuffie scrubbed Vincent's claw and gave it a thorough polishing that had his pants growing tight as he thought of what else her hands did for him. She had to bat him away and forced him to go grocery shopping with her instead. He grumbled, saying they could just stay at home. But when he saw all the provisions Yuffie purchased, he knew that was exactly what she intended.

They talked quite a bit. Which surprised Vincent. One minute Yuffie was straddling him and thrusting herself on him and then minutes after her hunger was sated, they would just sit and talk for hours. Then she would shift her hips and set him off again.

One of the first conversations they had was about whether or not Vincent actually saved Yuffie, or if Yuffie did what she said she would do, which was to win her argument against her father for herself. In the end, Yuffie relented and admitted that Vincent had indeed saved her, but that it was in a way that she did not feel like he belittled her own abilities. She gave him a well-earned thank you love session after that conversation that had them both silently grateful that the situation ended with them together.

Weeks turned into months. Vincent left for missions, Yuffie picked up odd jobs that took her out of the house. But they always came home to each other.

"Godo called me yesterday," Yuffie revealed to Vincent after he returned home from a job. She laid, quite decidedly, on him. As if he was going to move her. She tensed around his softening member as she relayed, "He wants me to take over."

"Take over."

"Wutai."

"Does that mean… you have to get married?"

"I asked him. He said no. But quite reluctantly." Yuffie pulled herself up and rolled to Vincent's side, leaving her leg splayed over his hips.

"Shall I go with you? When you're introduced to your marriage partner?"

The slap he received was well deserved for being cold-hearted.

"Fuck you."

"You already did, love." Vincent took her hands and pressed them to his heart. "This is yours. For as long as you want it. But cast it aside when it burdens you. I will still support you, as all our comrades do. We talked about this, Yuffie."

"Yes, we did. And I said I'm picking you. Always." Her fingers curled, dragging her short nails over his skin.

"This is your country we're talking about." Vincent accepted the sting, knowing she was hurting even more. It was clear that she was torn in her thoughts. She had made desperate love to him, as if trying to prove something. His hands rubbed down her sides as he spoke. "You swore you would restore Wutai's honor."

"I…"

"Yuffie, I will always love you. You know that, right?"

"I know." Yuffie buried her head into Vincent's shoulder. There were no tears, but a soul wrenching chasm that threatened to devour Yuffie.

They made soft love, then hard, raucous fucking, until they curled around each other, relishing the embrace of the one they loved most. While, inside their own minds, they knew a lonely future was in store.