YAY for more updates! This is a Yuffie chapter. :) Someone asked me if this story had a plot. It does, but not like most of my other stories. I just wasn't sure of where it was going exactly when I first started writing it. Not a whole lot of smuff-ness going on here either. You can't read smuff ALL the time. You've got to get some other things, like story-line and stuff, in there too.

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I don't own FF VII or any of her characters.

I hate mornings. HATE THEM. Yuffie had gotten out of bed only after Vincent had left it. She was slightly disappointed that he didn't want to stay in bed with her, but she wasn't surprised. He never stayed in bed after waking up. I guess sleeping in a coffin for thirty odd years will do that to you. Doesn't mean I have like getting up early. She was now scowling at her shower, waiting for the water to get hot. I get breakfast out of it, though. Kinda makes up for it. Kinda.

The shower woke her up completely, and Yuffie began to be happy about the prospect of breakfast. She was also happy about waking up naked next to an equally naked Vincent Valentine. Remembering last night made her giggle uncontrollably.

Man, why am I acting like I just had sex for the first time? I haven't been a virgin for years. Too bad Vincent wasn't the first one. Then again, he'd have felt guilty about that for some reason. Yuffie had never understood why he felt so much guilt about the past. There was nothing he could have done to stop Lucrecia. Although how he could love a woman that chose that creepy Hojo over him was beyond her as well. Guess it doesn't matter, he's all mine now. Hehe.

The occasional giggle escaped her as she got dressed and walked to the kitchen, following her nose to where the coffee was. Her coffee maker was set to start brewing later in the day, so Vincent must have started it for her. She found him leaning against the counter, wearing khaki pants instead of black with a shirt similar to what he had on last night, just in a light blue instead of white. This one was left untucked along with being unbuttoned at the throat. His arms were crossed and he was staring at the floor with unfocused eyes.

Sometimes I really wonder what he and Chaos talk about.

Vincent looked up when she took a step closer to him. Yuffie couldn't help but blush slightly when he looked at her. It was like his hands were running over her instead of just his eyes. She walked over and hugged him around the middle. It took a lot of will power not to giggle again when his arms wrapped around her.

"A dress?"

"Yeah. I do own some, you know. I thought you liked dresses." She was wearing a pink sun-dress with white embroidery on the hem and at the top. It was her favorite article of clothing in her closet.

"I do."

"Why's that?"

"They are much more convenient for an active sex life. Especially outdoors." She couldn't help but giggle at that.

"Are you a closet exhibitionist, Vinnie?"

"Not at all. But, if the opportunity presents itself and there is no one around to watch, why not?" She giggled again. "You find that amusing?"

"No, it's just that you're always such a gentleman. Sex outside isn't something I'd think of you doing."

"It is quite enjoyable."

"You don't have to tell me that! Does this mean you're going to be hunting for secluded spots to corner me in?"

"No, but, as I said, if the opportunity presents itself..."

"Guess it's a good thing I own lots of feminine clothing now, huh?" He laughed softly. Vincent laughed more than people thought, they just never heard him. Yuffie only knew because she was always finding ways to be close to him.

"Yes, it is." The coffee maker beeped, announcing that it was done brewing. Yuffie gave Vincent another squeeze before pulling out a mug and pouring herself some. Vincent never drank coffee. He would drink tea, but not coffee. She couldn't live without the stuff. "I should have been more gentle with you." She raised an eyebrow in question, seeing as her mouth was full of hot coffee. He walked behind her, one hand gently brushing the right side of her neck close to the collarbone.

"You're upset about a little bite mark? I'm not. And I seem to remember biting you." She pushed the collar of his shirt to the side, revealing a similar mark to the one on her neck. It was partially hidden by a light gray undershirt. "Booo! Now I have TWO shirts I have to take off of you after breakfast." He laughed. "You didn't wear two shirts last night."

"I was not planning on wearing those clothes very long."

"You were PLANNING that!"

"No. I had only planned on going to bed with you next to me. I will admit, I was...hopeful, that something else might happen. I was, and still am, delighted about last night. I hope I was not too rough with you, though."

"Are you kidding? I LOVED it."

"You did?" He sounded surprised. "Most women-" Yuffie put her mug on the counter before turning and covering Vincent's mouth with one hand while pointing at him with the other.

"Vinnie, if you never have sex with me like that again, I'll scalp you. Understand?" He nodded, and kissed the palm of her hand when he pulled it away. It sent a shiver down her spine.

"You will, I hope, allow me to take my time making love to you on occasion." Vincent pulled her hand up and around his neck while pulling her body against his. Yuffie felt herself blush as she nodded. "Good." He have her a teasing kiss, making her think he was going to deepen it but pulling away just when she was about to take matters into her own hands. "Come, we need to go."

Vincent led her out of the house by the hand, and continued to hold her hand as they walked to the market stalls. Yuffie had held his hand before, but never like this. His fingers were tightly laced with hers instead of Yuffie holding onto his hand. She was holding his left hand out of habit, seeing as he used his right hand for his gun.

"Vinnie, are you right or left handed?"

"Either."

"Really!" He gave her a small smile, apparently amused by her response. "How come you're wearing a gray shirt under a blue one?"

"There are no visible color lines through the shirt with gray. A white one gives a stark change in color."

"Geez, where do you learn all this stuff? I mean, you know all the answers to the clues in my puzzles, and you can make TEA. I've tried for years to make tea." Vincent chuckled at her before answering.

"My father taught me many things. Including how to dress properly."

"But not to make tea?"

"No. I learned that from the cook in our house. She was a beast of a woman, but always tolerated me in her kitchen. One of the first things I remember is asking how she made honey-cakes taste so good."

"I bet you were a cute kid."

"I was told that often."

"Vinnie?" He looked at her, red eyes calm and relaxed. You'd think red eyes would always look pissed off or something. I could look at them for a year and not be bored. "What was your dad like?" He blinked at the question.

"He was very kind, very intelligent. He laughed so easily at things, you could not help but laugh with him. My father ensured that I had a thorough education, boring as it was. He never quite forgave me for loving guns more than books."

"Hehe. Do you look like him?"

"Yes." Vincent paused for so long after saying that, Yuffie thought she had crossed the invisible boundary they kept up regarding certain subjects. "If you were to hold a picture of him at the same age I appear to be, you would not be able to tell much of a difference. I take after my mother when it comes to interests, though."

"Oh?" She was afraid to say much, hoping he would continue talking. He never spoke of his family before now, and she was eager to learn more about them, and him.

"Yuffie," Vincent stopped walking, and pulled her back to where he was standing. She was looking at her toes, whose nails were painted bright pink. He lifted her head gently to look up at him. "Never be afraid to ask me anything. If you wish to know, I will tell you."

"I know, Vinnie, I just...I don't want to bring up something you don't want to talk about. You know? That's something I like about us, we don't pry about stuff." He kissed her then, briefly, but Yuffie was blushing madly. It was one thing to kiss her in private, but out in public, it meant he really did love her. Most people wouldn't think anything of a kiss in public, but Vincent Valentine wouldn't normally do something like that where people could see.

"I value that more than you know, Yuffie, but I will tell you anything you wish to know."

"Well, okay, but I don't want to know anything so badly that I'd make you answer me." They started walking again, Yuffie trying to stop blushing.

"My mother was very active, always participating in one sport or another. She was the one that allowed me to learn to shoot."

"What was her name?"

"Lydia."

"That's a pretty name." I thought it was his mom that was from Wutai. She can't be with a name like Lydia.

"I remember how she despised her middle name. It was Apollonia." Yuffie sputtered and laughed, slapping a hand to her mouth to keep from spitting on herself. "Yes, I believe my grandmother was slightly vindictive about the pregnancy she went through with my mother. I am heartily glad my own mother did not have that sort of temperament."

"Why, did she have a difficult pregnancy with you?"

"Yes. She was very ill, almost everyday, I was told. My father was ill from worry, and promised there would be no more children if this was what she would go through."

"What'd she say about that?"

"He would never repeat her exact words, but I believe it was along the lines of 'You're giving me more than one child' with several explicatives that he would not tell me."

"She sounds like a great lady."

"She is."

"Is? As in 'still is'?"

"Yes."

"Did you go visit her?"

"No. She is alive and well. Seeing the son she thought long dead might do her harm."

"It might do her good. If I ever had a son," She paused, thinking for a moment what she would do if that would happen to her. Not that it would. "I'd be happy, to know he was still alive." Yuffie could feel Vincent looking at her, but she didn't look up at him.

"We are at the market. Did you want strawberries, or blueberries?"

"Strawberries!"

The plotbunnies are here and they won't let me go! They've teamed up with my muse Carla and are abusing me. Not that I mind much. I just wish they would let me sleep a little more.

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