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Vincent's words left a perpetual burn under my skin. Even as I changed out of my pajamas and began to brush my hair, I couldn't help but replay his words. We had definitely been flirting lately, and he'd already admitted he wanted to have me in the most base of ways, but to hear him state he had plans to sleep with me with such finality was thrilling. It felt so illicit, so depraved to know that he was biding his time and playing the game with the ultimate goal of claiming me for his own. I grinned at myself in the mirror and winked, proud to take responsibility for Vincent Valentine's loss of control and raging desire.
Still though, I wasn't sure what he saw in me. I had hardly any features that would make a man's heart race, not like Tifa. My hips were nice, but not like make-a-man-groan nice, and my body was still on the short and gangly side. If anything I supposed I could pass for cute. I'd never really be hot or sensual or exotic though. All adjectives I'd expect to describe the ex-Turk's lover as.
Beautiful.
That word Vincent had whispered returned to me, and I felt my cheeks warm up. Beautiful? Not really. I didn't see anything beautiful in my average self. One would think that the one-day empress of Wutai would have some elegance or natural beauty to her, but nope, not me. In fact, the gunslinger's words almost felt like a cruel joke when I stared at myself in the mirror, and maybe I'd believe that they were, if not for the fact that he had been caught up in the moment and clearly did not mean to let that slip. Like the words had just fallen from his tongue with no filter between that and his mind. It was sincere.
He really thought that I, Yuffie Kisaragi, was beautiful.
It made me smile.
Blushing, I scrubbed my face and dabbed a bit of perfume from my native country onto my neck, right where he had kissed me just days ago. It felt nice to recall the sensation of his warm lips on my flesh. It felt even nicer to imagine that sensation traveling other places as well. Before I could dwell on these thoughts, I opened the bathroom door and took my pajamas to my guest room. I packed them away in the little chocobo-printed suitcase I had brought along then sat on my bed to think about how I was going to one up Vincent today.
I had to get back at him. He kept scoring points against me, which is why I had made plans last night to do something admittedly highly dangerous. This was a high-risk game we were playing though, and I was playing for keeps. Grinning, I sent a message.
On my way, Princess -Reno
"Who invited the Turk?" Cloud questioned with mild disgust as he glowered at the redhead. A sound of thunder rose as AVALANCHE clambered to the entry way like kids at a zoo, all eager to get a glimpse of the wild asswipe. All except Vincent and myself.
It basically incriminated me, not going to the doorway. Not that it could have been anyone else. A frown was marring my gunslinger's lips as he stared at me from his perch on a chair in the Highwind's living room. I stared back and swallowed, reminding myself not to show fear. He could smell that.
"Yuffie."
"Vincent."
"Yuffie!" Our attention shot to the excited Turk as he swaggered into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face. I couldn't help giving him a grin of my own, to which he responded with a wink, and I tried not to notice how Vincent tore away his gaze and let his frown deepen when I was pulled into a tight hug by the ShinRa worker. This was a study in jealousy, of course, but I didn't want to hurt Vince... Pulling away from Reno, I offered a weak smile.
"Ready to go, Princess?" Vincent's attention returned to us again at Reno's nickname for me, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I noticed him glance warily towards Tifa, and she offered only a shrug and a nearly pitying expression in response. The gunslinger remained quiet.
"Yeah! Just let me um..." I raced back to my room as though I'd forgotten something and decided to award Vincent one minute exactly to be alone with the Turk. This was a dangerous move too, I knew. Anything could happen in that one minute. But I was so, so desperate to know what he might do or say about me being off with a guy none of them really trusted or liked.
I didn't know much for sure, but I could say that at the least, Vincent didn't like me being with Reno, and it was satisfaction enough for me.
"Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One." With a deep breath to steady myself, I opened the door and emerged once more, holding up a jacket for show. "In case the theatre's cold," I stated obviously, staring at an odd situation. Vincent was looming over the redhead, his eyes narrowed to slits as the other stared up with an equally intimidating glare. Okay, I had to give Reno some credit: most men couldn't face Vincent Valentine like that and not pee themselves. At noticing me in the doorway, my gunslinger scowled and turned away from his opponent, ignoring us both as he stormed out of the house. Reno released a sigh and looked more relieved than I had when I found my missing summon last week. "Man, tough crowd," I uttered.
"Yeah, your undead boyfriend told me to keep my hands to myself or he'd remove my fingernails one by one, stick them in my eyes, and force my EMR into my ass until I electrocute myself from the inside out. Shhhiiiiittttt, I shouldn't have let you talk me into this whole let's make Valentine jealous plan. Effing crazies."
"He said all that?" I whispered in shock. My heart pounded a little faster. Was it wrong of me to feel delighted that he had said those things? Violent as they were, it was undeniable proof that he cared about me. Or was possessive. Or was crazy. Maybe all of the above. Definitely all of the above.
"Ugh." Reno rolled his eyes and pulled out a cigarette to light it. "You're both definitely meant for each other. Utterly psychotic."
Off the record, I was inclined to agree.
"Vincent?" The soft voice questioned gently, and I glanced up to meet the warm eyes of our motherly teammate. Her dark hair fell over her shoulder as she leaned against the doorjamb and regarded me with intense scrutiny. Though her gaze seemed hyper-critical, the wine-colored eyes had a soft quality that could only be called comforting, a knowing gleam in them that made me lower my guard just the slightest. All of the AVALANCHE women had this odd effect on me, now that I thought about it. Maybe it was just that women had an innate ability to soothe a wounded soul (or in Yuffie's case, distract it enough to forget its sins). The maternal instinct.
Tifa gestured to where I had stationed myself as sentry on the porch for the last two hours, dutifully awaiting the return of a certain Wutain ninja.
The one I thought had sentiments for me.
The one that ran off with another man.
I visibly flinched.
"Care to talk?" came her next words, and I wasn't sure if that was a yes or no, so I merely shrugged. She seemed to understand well enough, for she abandoned her spot and made a few strides towards me to join in my post. "I know you're not much for words..." Her voice sounded almost angelic with its tender quality. "I also know you don't really enjoy letting people in. This must be tough for you, huh?" She turned her face towards me, regarding my features carefully for the response she knew I wouldn't express. I didn't have to indicate that she was right- she already knew it. That was comforting in a way. "I'm sorry, Vincent. What she did was hardly... fair to you."
"Hn." I almost chuckled at that, knowing it was much more than just hardly fair, but also that Tifa was being diplomatic. That was appreciated to an extent, certainly respected. She offered a smile at my response and reached out to pat my back.
"Yuffie is bad with these things, you know. She doesn't quite know where the line is. To her, she's just keeping up your game-" My startled expression made her blush, and she played with her hair nervously. "Sorry, I know that's private and something the two of you aren't openly talking about. She told me earlier though, that it was a challenge of sorts. But in any case, she doesn't see this as an act of dismissal towards you, more like something that she knows will get under your skin, and that amuses her. It doesn't make it right..." She trailed off and gave me a sympathetic look. "But it also doesn't mean she is interested in Reno. In fact, I have it on good authority that they're just friends."
I arched an eyebrow at her as I let the words sink in. Good authority, hmm? Had she heard this directly from Yuffie, Reno? Probably the former. And hearing this eased some of that odd ache that I felt when I had watched her walk out the door with the Turk. It still didn't settle my racing thoughts, like what they were doing together, if he was making her happier than I did, if he liked her regardless of whether or not she liked him. Those were just unknowns I had to accept.
It almost reminded me of Lucrecia, in a warped way, her choosing a man like Hojo over me. But I wasn't as pure as I had been back then, and maybe Reno and I weren't so different in the amount of sins we had accumulated over the years. Still... I regretted watching the ninja leave.
"Thanks," I murmured quietly to my companion, and Tifa seemed shocked that I'd even spoken. I turned my face to her, and she offered another warm smile.
She went inside after another gentle pat, and I was once again alone with my thoughts. Rather than picturing Reno sliding his hand up my Yuffie's thigh in some darkened theater, I recalled the moment last night when she had run into me outside of the bathroom. She'd been... picturesque. Her hair had always had an ethereal quality to it as though each soft strand was spiderweb in moonlight, and even though I'd seen it wet many times before, she was usually covered in mud or monster guts out in the rain as well. But her skin was damp with her shower, a rosy peach from the heat she'd been soaking in, and sparkling clean. I had so badly wanted to reach out and run my hands along her flesh, caressing that soft, supple skin and kissing every inch of her beauty. She was so, so beautiful. Not like Tifa, of course, who had a sensual quality to her with her voluptuous curves and sultry eyes. But still beautiful.
She was beautiful in her vivacity. Every breath she took was grand and inhaled even the sunlight itself into her lungs. In turn, she breathed out life and warmth, and it was intoxicating. Being in her presence made me dizzy. She had eyes that rivaled smoky quartz but much more valuable, in my opinion. They reflected the excitement that she felt in everything that she did. I'd never seen someone embody life as Yuffie Kisaragi did. To a man like me, a man that spent so much time suffocating on guilt and waiting for death, she was a breath of fresh air. And her soft, feminine features only added to the effect.
It made me hunger to have her, but ever worse than that, I wanted to hold her. Nothing hedonistic. Just cradle her close and kiss her softly, taste her skin. This game between us though had turned things darker and more carnal though, which was nice as well. Enjoying the way she offered herself up, those long, flexible legs sliding against my own, her breasts pressed to my chest so enticingly... It was hard to resist temptation and just drag her off to my bed. I don't think I could control myself if it happened though, when it would happen. Having her beneath me would drive me wild.
But damn it all, I wanted to lose control with her.
Groaning, I tugged at the cowl of my cloak as I felt myself heat up. It took only remembering that Reno had Yuffie at the moment to dispel any thoughts of her nudity or the inferno of my own blazing desire.
I wanted to kill him.
I really hope it did Vincent justice! Review please!
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