Disclaimer: Can't I own Vincent and Yuffie for just one night? No? Fine then SquareEnix, be selfish.

Mystic: So, I take it the last chapter had you guys wanting more? You see, I never said they weren't going to make love in the waiting room. They just weren't going to at the last chapter. Not to worry, Mystic will deliver the smut. If you are under the legal consenting age, please back out now. I don't want to mentally scar anyone. Okay? Let's make this perfectly clear. Today's chapter has SEX. Virgin-deflowering SEX. Go away if you can't take it. Heh ...


The word comfortable didn't even begin to describe Vincent Valentine at the moment. He was halfway sitting up and halfway lying down on the cushions in the waiting room. Luckily, there weren't any armrests to get in the way of his and Yuffie's intense and very overheated makeout session. Well, Yuffie would call it making out. Back in Vincent's Turk days it was called "not quite getting enough".

She clung to him while they kissed, whispering words in her native tongue that spoke of love hidden in lust. He responded in kind, his words revealing protection and honor. Every phrase he murmered in her ear and every word he breathed against her panting mouth was intended to be kept. Each one was a promise Vincent would fulfill. Nothing dirty went past his lips, but several lewd remarks ran through his mind. The sharpshooter refused to utter them, instead choosing to show the little kunoichi what he planned.

Hands roamed around soft curves while she straddled him with her lean legs. Clothes remained worn, but Vincent's shirt was getting more unbuttoned with each soft cry that escaped Yuffie's throat as her torso became bare with each lift of fabric. Neither no longer cared that they were in a hospital waiting room where the only legal activity was prayer or quiet hope. Their only solace was each other, the feel of each other's breath and skin. His hands traveled up the length of her legs to the hem of her shorts, each pad of his fingers creating delightful heat to spread around her. She kissed him harder to urge him on, the movements of her tongue in a duel with his. Her dangerous hands continued to undo each annoying little button that prevented his sculpted upper body from coming into contact with her own soft flesh.

This was different than all her fantasies about him; this was real. His hands caressing her body, his mouth traveling along her lips and throat; it was all real. She wasn't going to wake up alone, nor was he going to leave and go back to that ... wretched woman who broke his heart. Vincent apparently felt the same way. His next choice of action was to flip Yuffie onto her back, right when her fingers began to unbutton his slacks. They were secluded in a distant corner of the room so no unfortunate doctor or nurse would be able to see them from the hallway. Good thing too. Yuffie was quick to unleash him from the confines of his khakis, right when he unzipped the little fabric she called shorts.

"Yuffie," he whispered, his voice husky and low, "If we do this here, I'm not going to stop."

She kissed him deep, thoroughly enjoying how he groaned when her tongue swept across his in a delicious manner. "I don't want you to stop." Her confession was full of breath as her lungs gasped for air. Despite her condition of never being touched sexually by a man, Yuffie knew what to do thanks to giggling talks with Tifa and swiping some of Reno's porn collection.

Vincent let out too loud of a moan as his make-believe bride wrapped her warm palm around his length. Her strokes were going to be the death of him, each gentle squeeze and release giving more reason to shuck off those tiny shorts and ... toss the damn things out the window. Judgement and thinking clearly probably wouldn't mind the company of her clothing flying out beside them, but morals and decency would soon be joining them all as the latter two got bashed into the dust. Candles and incense was pushed to the side, along with her neon orange panties. Consummating their ever-growing relationship here could never be considered romantic, but Yuffie would not be able to complain that her first time with Vincent was not memorable.

His lips brushed the inside of her palm as she reached up to caress his face. Crimson and ebony eyes met in an instance as the former Turk rearranged to comfortably rest at the moist apex of her thighs. Her lower body entangled around his as he slowly, carefully, pushed inside.

Pain was the first feeling that moved through Wutai's future queen. It was sharp, but almost dulling. She could feel the length and width of him as he filled her to the brink, stretching her to her sexual limits. With the pain came a shudder as his tongue came to rest on the place where her neck meets her shoulder. True to his word, Vincent never stopped, but continued to move his hips and nip at her jugular. Yuffie weaved her hands through his long hair and down his back, his muscles flexing with each scratch mark she left. His tongue danced on her skin to start the feeling of pleasure and sensuous passion. Sensations once unknown to the stealth fighter pooled into her muscles and replaced the pain that first rocketed in her core. This felt good. Vincent felt good.

That heavenly scent of gunpowder and cologne infused her. It was in the hair that veiled across her bare shoulders, in the hands that massaged her breasts under the shirt that still clung to her form, and in the thick cock currently thrusting harder into her lithe frame. Leviathan and Shiva both; this was too good.

He could see it. He could see the tightening of her face and he could feel the spasm of her limbs. Her nails dug harder into his back and her legs tightened in their vice-grip. Slowly, but full of strength, her orgasm began to take hold. Vincent fueled it by sealing their lips together, capturing her moans that were escalating in volume. He licked her lower lip and angled his hips to hit that perfect, sensitive bud of womanhood. She wanted to urge him on with quiet words, but none came to her. Only her body could speak now.

Just a little more. One more thrust, one more caress ...

"Vincent!" Yuffie cried out. She started to scream more and more, louder and wanton. She didn't care that every doctor on the floor could hear her, or that her new lover's back was probably bleeding from her nails. He kept going, never letting it die. The explosion built like a rollar coaster, complete with twists and turns; stronger, so much stonger. "Viiinnceeeent ... "

The long-ignored sensation of orgasm hit the gunslinger full-force. With one final bruising, almost violent kiss to the ninja beneath him, he released his own. Thirty years of not experiencing a woman's body clenching around him, resulted in an essence that filled the heiress plum to the top.

With a heavy, reluctant breath, Vincent removed himself and winced at the sight of virgin blood that covered him. A hot shower was going to be required once they returned to the palace.

Yuffie barely remembered to pull her shorts back on before collapsing into her lover's chest. No, thankfully they were not thrown out the window. That would make walking around the hospital rather difficult. "Vincent ... " she murmered into him, pouting slightly as he began to button up his shirt.

"Did I hurt you?"

She smiled and chose to ignore the soreness that ached her lower body. "No."

He leaned down and kissed her sweat-kissed temple.

"Vincent?"

"Hn."

"You lied to me."

Dark eyebrows scrunched together in a confused scowl. "I don't understand, Yuffie."

"You said we wouldn't make love until after my dad's surgery." Her mischievious smirk said it all.

"We still will," he chuckled, running his fingers through her damp hair and wrapping his arms tightly around her. She molded into him, thankful that Vincent Valentine was there and that he would stay.


Doctor Sal's first incision was made at approximately eight-fifteen in the morning. Godo had been under the knife for well over three hours now and Yuffie was not taking the actual "waiting" well. She and Vincent couldn't risk making love again, mainly because other people were in the room at the moment. Still, Vincent had to resist the urge to yank Yuffie out to the elevators. Her father was top priority now and sexual urges were unfortunately on the back burner. Those two reasons explained perfectly why the shinobi was figeting against the gunman's touch. He had her in his lap to try and keep her still, alas, his attempt was sinking faster than an enemy ship filled with concrete. Her body was sore from their earlier sexcapade and a simple shift of weight would cause a jolt of pain to run from her nether regions up along her spine.

"Lord and Lady Valentine?"

Two pairs of eyes looked up at the sudden voice in the waiting room. Sal stood before them, garbed in a see-through white shirt -- and a white coat. Figures, Vincent has sex for the first time in decades and then sees a surgeon in a lab coat. Oh, joy.

"May I see you in the hall?" Sal motioned for the couple to leave the waiting area and meet him in the adjacent hallway.

"Is everything alright? How's my dad?" Yuffie found that her hand had wandered to Vincent's and clutched it in a death-grip.

"Your father is fine, Miss Yuffie," Sal reassured. "The surgery was a success and his heart is pumping normally. We're wheeling him into cardiac ICU right now."

"Oh, thank Leviathan!"

Vincent watched with a surprised stare as his lover slid down against the wall in a near faint. "Yuffie!" he exclaimed, kneeling down to her immediately.

"Lady Yuffie? Are you alright?" Sal knelt down out of healer's instinct and looked her directly in the eye.

She nodded between sobs. "Yeah, I'm fine now."


Mystic: Direct quote from my mom at the end. Hope you guys enjoyed the smut. Yes, they fucked in the waiting room. Call it insensitive, but I call it stress relief. Let me know with a kind review, okay?