This is a Yuffie chapter, and yes, more SMUT! This isn't quite as graphic, for all of you who are squeamish about reading smut. Oh, and I'm not sure now if 'Grasshopper' is from TKK, or Kung Fu. I haven't watched them in years, so I don't remember.
I don't own FF VII or any of her characters. I just use them to write smut, I mean stories.
I make Vincent Valentine sweat.
Vincent was always cool and collected, never breaking a sweat in battle or anywhere else. He could be in the heart of a desert and not sweat.
And I make him sweat! Not to mention curse.
Yuffie was perfectly happy to spend the rest of the night as she was right now, wrapped up in Vincent's arms and listening to his slow, steady breathing. She wished she had the energy to take a shower. With him. To wash off the sweat, of course.
Yuffie yawned and snuggled closer to Vincent. She always thought he would be a light sleeper, seeing as he was always woke up when she was sneaking into his bed at night. His eyes would open and he would look at her for a moment, thinking, before helping her under the covers. Vincent never woke up after she was settled in bed with him. Sometimes, he would nuzzle the side of her neck before falling back asleep. Sometimes, his hand ended up under her shirt instead of on top of it. Yuffie never minded that.
"What are you smiling about?" Yuffie yelped and jumped at Vincent's voice. One of his arms tightened around her middle.
"You scared the crap outta me, Vinnie! I thought you were sleeping."
"I have no wish to sleep yet."
"Why? I'm ready to drop dead, and you're the one that did all the work!" There was a chuckle in her ear.
"I fear waking to find this night was a dream."
"Not a dream. Dreams don't make my legs shake." There was another chuckle. He sure seems to be in a good mood. Two chuckles in a span of seconds! Well DUH he's in a good mood, Yuffie! What man ISN'T in a good mood after getting laid?
"In a good way, I hope."
"Yeah, in a good way."
"May I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why...did you start coming to me during the night?"
"Um...well...I was lonely. No one, really wanted me around. Or at least it felt that way." She shifted uncomfortably. Vincent pulled her body closer to him than it already was, if that was possible. "You never acted that way. And...I thought you were lonely too. I always hated to sleep alone. I guess it kinda bothered you a lot."
"No. I was grateful for your company. And I am glad to have given you comfort."
"It really meant a lot to me, Vinnie. You never told me to get lost or anything. I tried not to wake you up, but it never worked. You always woke up and helped me get in bed with you."
"A scandalous thing for a man to do with such a young woman." Yuffie moved, turning over so that she was facing him. Vincent was looking at her with a peculiar expression. "Yes?"
"Vinnie, did you just crack a joke?"
"You know very well I do not possess a sense on humor."
"How can you say that with a straight face?"
"Many years of practice." Yuffie squealed softly and kissed him.
"I shall never understand why you are so delighted with me."
"It's the same on my end, Vinnie." She looped both arms around his neck and kissed him again. That kiss led to more, and soon Vincent was gently biting her neck again. "I thought you were tired."
"Hn?" He was not quite ignoring her, but he was more intent on getting her aroused than on answering her. It was not as though he had to work very hard at it.
"Nothing." This was different than earlier. There was no desperate need forcing them to rush. While Yuffie had enjoyed the almost animalistic need Vincent had for her, she also craved this. She wanted to feel him touch her as a lover in a romance novel would. There were many romance novels on the shelves in her bedroom. Yuffie had spent countless nights reading them, curled up in her bed, wishing it would happen for her instead of the women in the books. She always figured those women had it because they were tall and well endowed.
Now she had Vincent doing just that, and it was better than what any of those books had depicted.
Vincent was teasing her, his caresses falling just short of where she wanted them to end. It made her squirm, trying to get his hands where her body ached to have them. Yuffie could feel him smile slightly against her neck at her struggles. When he finally did what she wanted, it was almost too much to handle.
"Don't tease me anymore, Vincent." She heard him make a noise, almost a growl. It was the same noise he made earlier. Hearing it nearly made her whimper with need.
"I was hoping to take my time with you." He moved on top of her, Yuffie eagerly parting her legs for him. Any response she had was lost when she felt him inside her. His hands still wandered around on her, sometimes stroking her skin, sometimes arching her back off the mattress or tilting her hips in a certain way. Vincent was bringing her just to the edge of an orgasm, and then pulling her back. Each time she got closer and closer to that edge. When she finally went over it, her back arched on its own. His arms went around her, hands gripping her tightly. While he was still gentle, the thrusts became harder and deeper. Feeling Vincent come inside her made Yuffie do the same.
Vincent collapsed on her again, breathing hard against her neck and shoulder. She liked feeling the weight of him. She liked feeling the sweat on his skin.
I make Vincent sweat. Yuffie smiled at this thought, hugging him tighter. He lifted his head, gazing at her for a moment before giving her several gentle kisses. He continued doing that while laying down next to her instead of on top of her. It was just as well Vincent pulled her against him. She could barely find the energy to keep her eyes open.
"Why are multiple orgasms so exhausting?" It started as a weak chuckle, but it ended with Vincent laughing out loud. He kissed her again when he had gone back to chuckling.
"I take it you are pleased, then?"
"Are you kidding? I don't know if my legs will ever stop shaking."
"That is how it should be."
"I'm glad you came early."
"I beg your pardon? I do not remember doing that."
"You just made another joke!"
"You are obviously delirious. I do not make jokes."
"Remind me to hit you with a pillow in the morning."
"As you wish."
Awww, fluffish and smuty at the same time! YAY for happy mediums. Okay. On to write some more smuff! (My new genre!)
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