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Scheming and Revenge

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Yuffie knew there was something eating at Valentine. She could tell by the tenseness in his shoulders, and by the fact that he hadn't risen to her teasing the night before. He seemed a little on edge, and she was curious to know what had him in such a state. As she sat in her old apartment with Tifa and they went over the blueprints of Shinra's home, mapping out escape points in case something went wrong, she wondered why it bothered her so much that her fake husband was acting weird.

"What's on your mind?" asked Tifa, sitting back and staring at her.

Yuffie shrugged. "Valentine has been acting weird. I feel like he's keeping something from me," she replied.

Tifa gave her a thoughtful look. "Are you sure that's it? Are you… worried about him?" she asked with a small grin.

The ninja's eyes narrowed. "I'm worried that he's planning something else to screw me over with. But I think something is going on. I don't know what, but he's seriously been acting strange for a couple of days now."

"You don't think it may have something to do with his ex, do you?" Tifa asked, taking a sip of water from the bottle on the table.

Yuffie thought about it for a moment and her eyes narrowed. "Believe it or not, I hadn't really thought of that," she admitted. "You think they're having some type of affair?" she asked darkly.

Tifa noted the look in her cousin's eyes and knew that if that were truly the case, Valentine would have something to fear. "Tell me something Yuffie…"

"What?"

"Do you see yourself with Valentine as a serious couple? Putting aside the fact that he bangs you at any given time he wants—and you let him—would you let him into your heart?" Tifa asked.

Yuffie shrugged. "I don't really know. I haven't allowed him in. We already talked about me liking him, because he's kinda hot, but aside from that he's this type of guy that doesn't care who he ruins as long as he gets his way. How can I fall for a guy like him?"

"The heart doesn't always do or feel what you want it to," she said, eyes darting towards Cloud as he walked out of his room with his laptop in one hand. "Besides, you're not exactly little miss innocent," said Tifa with a grin.

Yuffie gave her a cool look. "Just because I steal doesn't mean I'm as bad a person as Valentine," Yuffie muttered back.

Cloud sat down in front of them and sighed. "I think we may have gotten a way in. A cable repair guy is going to Shinra early next week. All I need is a uniform, some type of washable hair dye and we're all set. I can hook up into system, though I don't know if the security system will recognize any type of bugs or if they have anyone else monitoring their systems."

Tifa nodded. "You'll have to change your eye color too. Your eyes are just too bright and blue."

"Is that bad?" Cloud asked with a little grin.

Tifa shook her head and laughed softly. "No. You have great eyes, but people remember those types of eyes," she said, trying not to blush as Cloud stared at her with said eyes. They really were something else. Just like… Zack's. She cleared her throat and looked away from him, reminded that she had a boyfriend now.

Yuffie noted Tifa's discomfort and sighed. She did like Zack, but Tifa was so obviously still hung up on Cloud, even when she claimed that it was too late for them. "So you change your hair and eyes and get in. When is it going to happen?"

"Next week," said Cloud. "I'll take care of that, so don't worry," he assured them.

Yuffie nodded and stood. "I have to get going. See you later, Cloud. Teef, come over tomorrow so that we can continue our conversation, okay?"

Tifa nodded and waved as Yuffie left, then she stood and walked over towards the sink to wash the dishes by hand. She could admit that she didn't mind doing house work, though her parents and uncle had spoiled her just as much as Yuffie. Tifa had learned to cook at a young age, and she was very good at it. She wouldn't mind getting married and being a homemaker.

Cloud watched her as she slowly began to scrub the dishes from breakfast with dish soap. Even standing in a pair of loose pants with a black t-shirt, she was an incredibly beautiful woman. "Did you know that Aerith told Zack why and how she broke up with you?" Tifa asked him suddenly.

Cloud approached her and stood by her side, drying the dishes she handed over to him. "Why would she do that?"

Tifa shrugged and looked at him. "I don't know. Maybe out of spite?"

That didn't sound like Aerith, she had always been sweet, though a little volatile as to what she wanted. "You know… Aerith dated a guy named Zack during the time she and I broke up the longest. Do you think it's this guy?" Cloud asked curiously.

Tifa had no doubt that Zack was that guy. Aerith's tone just hadn't been one of an old friend, but rather one of an old lover. "Probably," she murmured, handing over a plate and accidentally smearing soapy suds over Cloud's sleeve.

"Hey! That's a clean shirt," said Cloud, grabbing the few bubbles and smashing them onto her hair.

"Cloud!"

He smirked, but it slowly died when she grabbed a handful of water and suds and hurled it at his face. "Tifa," he nearly growled, grabbing more soap and water to return the favor.

Tifa burst into loud laughs as he threw water and bubbles at her, soaking her shirt and plastering her hair to her forehead and cheeks. "Stop!" she yelled, still laughing as he caught her in one corner of the kitchen and proceeded to tickle her until she was nearly shrieking with laughter. "I can't breathe!" she gasped out, taking in deep breaths when he finally stopped.

They stared at each other, breathing hard for a moment and Tifa felt her cheeks color this time. She watched him with wide eyes as he reached up a hand to smooth fingers over her cheek. "You're beautiful," he murmured, taking in her eyes, the shade of brown that was almost red.

"Cloud…" she started, feeling her heart speed up when he took a step closer.

His lips were only a breath away and in that moment, nothing else existed around them. Tifa felt as if her heart would jump right out of her chest as his hand still held her face and his lips barely brushed hers. There was a knock at the door and she jumped, startled and guilty as memory of her boyfriend finally returned. Smoothing hands through her damp bangs and trying to look composed, she rushed towards the door and opened it.

"Hey, Tifa," said Zack with a smile. He gave her a look from head to toe when she saw the condition of her clothes and hair. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Tifa nodded quickly and forced a smile. "I was just… washing the dishes," she said quietly.

Zack's eyes moved behind her as he spotted Cloud walking away, and he noticed that he seemed to be in the same state as Tifa. "You were washing dishes with Cloud?"

Tifa didn't like his tone and nodded. "Is there a problem with that?" she asked in a dangerous tone.

Blue eyes narrowed slightly. "You know, whenever I wash dishes, I don't end up looking like you."

"What's that supposed to mean? Why don't you just come out and ask me if I've been doing something suspicious with Cloud instead of just implying it!" Tifa snapped.

Zack pulled her out the door and shut it, glaring at her. "I don't want to imply anything, Tifa. I gave you the choice of not leading me on in case you felt something for him. Why can't you be honest with me? Why aren't you just honest with yourself?" he asked her angrily.

This was the first time Tifa had ever seen him truly angry. A smile had always been on Zack's face from the moment they had met. "Can you be honest with me?" she asked him instead. Zack just gave her a confused look. "Why didn't you tell me that Aerith was once your girlfriend?"

Zack frowned, not comprehending why she was bringing that up now. "What does it matter now?"

"I told you about Cloud, why couldn't you tell me about her? Is she going to be a problem between us?" Tifa asked, throwing the question he had asked her days ago back at Cloud.

"What? No!" Zack said quickly. "Aerith and I have been over for some time. There's no reason for you to get jealous." He knew the error of his words the moment he stopped talking.

Tifa's gaze went cold and she crossed her arms over her chest. "You mind repeating that?" she asked darkly.

Zack returned her look. "I didn't mean anything by that comment. I'm not a jealous guy, but even a blind person can see that Cloud feels something for you and that apparently, you aren't over him either," he said in exasperation.

Tifa felt like pulling her hair out. Why couldn't Zack just leave things alone? "Why don't we just drop this here and I'll tell you that I won't be with either one of you!? If you can't trust me and the decisions I make, then maybe we aren't as good together as we thought. I really wanted to be with you, but your jealousy led us to this. Cloud is one of my best friends and I've lived with him for years. If you can't handle the fact that he and I get along so well, then there's the door," she pointed towards the elevator.

Zack looked at her hard and then turned to walk away. As the doors were closing, all she caught a glimpse of were those eyes that had first drawn her in. The sadness was overpowered by the anger, and she knew in that moment that he wouldn't be the one apologizing over this argument first. Barely two weeks into their relationship, and already they were broken up. Tifa let out a shaky breath and felt the tears gather at her eyes then. Storming back into the apartment, she marched right into Cloud's room just to see him without a shirt on. She stared. He looked right back at her, raising one nearly perfect eyebrow. Did he wax them? Tifa thought faintly. He cleared his throat and she flushed red.

"Do you like me?" she blurted out before she lost her courage.

It was Cloud's turn to blush. "Why do you ask?" he questioned, moving to grab a clean shirt to pull over his head.

"Because Zack and I just broke up. Stop messing with my head, Cloud! If you're going to make a move on me, do it now before it's to damn late!" she nearly yelled. Turning on her heel, she walked into her room and slammed the door closed.

Falling back onto her bed, Tifa sniffled and a few tears trailed down her face. She felt miserable, not only because she had really liked Zack and had thought that something good would come of having a relationship with him, but because she had just made a fool of herself in front of Cloud and he had just stood there and stared at her as if she were crazy. But she had just hit the breaking point and felt as if she would go crazy if both of the men in her life didn't make up their fucking minds!

The door to her room opened and Cloud peeked his head in, watching her as she turned her back to him and felt a few more tears trail over her cheeks as she heard his soft approach. "What do you want?" she asked, hugging her pillow tightly to her chest.

Cloud sat on the bed next to her and reached out a hesitant hand to touch her shoulder. "I want you to be happy, for one," he murmured. "Would it make you happy if I made a move on you?" he asked, trying to make her smile.

Tifa sighed. "I don't know. I just… I don't even know what I want," she admitted.

He pulled her gently until she was on her back, looking up at him. "I happen to know what I want to do," he said quietly. Before she could question what he meant, he had bent lower to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Tifa's hand slipped into his spikes and she had to marvel at how soft his hair was, even though it looked rough because of haphazard spikes. He drew back and touched her cheek. "What if we don't work out because we've been friends for so long?" he asked her gently.

Tifa sighed and couldn't help the image of Zack's happy grin flashing through her head. What the hell was wrong with her? Now that there was a possible chance to be with Cloud, she wouldn't be able to stop thinking of Zack? She felt like bashing her head against the wall. "Yeah. I don't want to ruin anything between us, but…"

"You want us to go out on a date to see how it goes?" Cloud asked with a small smile.

She smiled and nodded. "We can try."

"Okay, then. How about we go out this weekend?" Cloud asked, stroking her hair.

"That would be good," Tifa replied. "I hope I didn't scare you by almost chewing off your head back there," she said, pointing towards his room.

"You say that as if I've never seen you flip out before. Did you forget that time that at a sleep over someone put gum in your hair?" he asked her lightly.

Tifa glared at him. "Don't remind me of that. That was the most traumatic night of my life. I had to cut my hair far shorter than I would've liked." She paused and sighed quietly. "We've known each other for a while, huh?" Cloud nodded. "Were you jealous of Zack?"

Cloud huffed and looked away. "Yeah," he muttered under his breath.

She smiled and sat up. "Why didn't you make a move on me before?"

"Because you looked happy," Cloud said, and he honestly didn't know if he'd be able to make her that happy. He would certainly try, but… but what if they did end up ruining the good friendship they had now?

"Yuffie is going to freak when I tell her."

"Maybe we should wait and see how our date goes before telling her?" he offered.

Tifa nodded. "I think you're right on that. She has enough on her mind as it is."

He leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. "I have a few things to get done, so I'll talk to you later?" Cloud asked.

Tifa nodded and watched him go, a smile on her face. The smile faded little by little and left her face all together when she spotted a picture of Zack sitting under one of her books. She had been meaning to buy a frame for it, but she'd forgotten about it. Looking at it now, taking in those eyes, his sweet smile… Tifa couldn't help but sigh in exasperation. She was a walking contradiction. When she'd been with Zack, she'd thought of Cloud, but now that there was a chance at being with Cloud, she couldn't stop thinking of Zack. Falling back against her bed, she let out a frustrated sigh into her pillow and knew she had to do something about her love life before she really went crazy. She just hoped that Yuffie fared better than her in that department.

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A few days later, Vincent found himself sitting on a comfortable seat of his private jet, alternating between watching the sky and the clouds, reading, and watching Yuffie as she slept in the reclining seat, out like a light because of the tranquilizers she had imbibed. She had told him in a very matter-of-fact tone that though she was used to flying in helicopters, riding airplanes and airships had been an entirely different thing. Vincent couldn't see how that was possible, but he didn't question Yuffie anymore, unless he wanted an earful of nonsense and he could only handle so much in one day.

He could also admit to himself that he had been acting a little off since the day he had gone to lunch with Lucrecia. There went that little word called guilt. He was feeling too much of that lately. He sighed to himself and recalled Lucrecia's words as they had sat together having lunch.

"Why did you marry her? Do you love her?" She finally asked, after they were nearly done with their meal.

Vincent chewed calmly on his steak and looked at her. "Why do you keep questioning my marriage? Is Hojo not giving you all that you expected?" he asked.

"I just… I can't wrap my mind around the fact that you may love a nineteen year old girl," Lucrecia stressed. "Did you stop loving me so easily?"

"Maybe what you and I had was never love," he said, knowing that his words would hurt her on some level.

"How can you say that?" she asked, looking hurt. "I still love you. I want to be with you."

Vincent knew he had waited a long time to hear those words, but now they didn't mean as much as he had once thought they would. He didn't want it to be because of Yuffie, but some part of him knew that she had something to do with it. "Get a divorce," he said calmly.

"I can't do that," she said seriously.

"Why?"

"You know why."

Vincent smirked bitterly. "If you loved me the way you say you do, you would damn everything to be with me. Even the man who gives you your money and the power you have always craved. I pity you, Lucrecia. Your love for material things is stronger than anything else you may feel for me. I'm just glad you did not have any children, since I don't think you'd know how to love them."

Her eyes watered then, and he had called for the check so that he could get far away from her before he broke and told her that he would agree to be with her again no matter what.

Vincent sighed and shook his head. He didn't know what he felt for Lucrecia now, but he was certain that his feelings had been changing the more time he spent with Yuffie. The stewardess notified him to please put his seatbelt on, as they were about to land, and Vincent turned to look at Yuffie once more, taking in her dark lashes, and her dark hair.

She stirred slightly at the turbulence, and had managed to wake a little by the time the jet landed and they were finally able to get up and out of it. Yuffie was still blinking groggily, unwillingly clinging to his arm in order to not fall over on her face as they moved towards the exit. "How long was I 'sleep?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"About four hours," Vincent replied, making sure that they both wouldn't tumble down the few steps of the jet together.

Yuffie opened her eyes and nearly fainted. "What the—where are we?" she asked, taking in the distant lights and attractions. No mountains or boring wilderness in sight.

"We're at the Gold Saucer. We're going to spend a few days here. Then we will be going somewhere else. It's a surprise too, so don't ask," Vincent said calmly, watching her eyes brighten happily.

Before either of them could process what she was doing, she had thrown an arm around his neck and brought him down to press a kiss to his lips. Instead of allowing her to move back right away, Vincent's grip tightened around her waist and he kept her pressed against him, making her rise to the tips of her toes. She made a noise in the back of her throat and then slowly drew away from him, cheeks pink and eyes still closed.

"So… um… yeah… thanks for bringing me here instead," she said, suddenly embarrassed about what she had done.

Vincent merely smirked and nodded. "I figured I would get a reaction like that one. It was well worth it."

Yuffie rolled her eyes. "You did not expect that. It took you a moment to start kissing me back," she said with scoff. "Anyway, why did you really bring me here?" she asked suspiciously. It was like he was trying to make her… happy. Yuffie's eyes narrowed and she wondered what it was that he had done.

"I just want us to relax for a few weeks. I've had entirely too much on my head," he admitted, remembering his lunch with Lucrecia.

"You've been acting all weird this past week. Does this have to do with your ex?" Yuffie questioned.

Vincent shook his head and led her towards the car waiting for them. "Just enjoy it and stop asking questions. Who knows when I'll be able to take you out again," he said.

Yuffie just sighed and decided to leave it alone for now. She'd get what she wanted from him later. They drove towards the huge amusement park and the Inn that was located in a section called the Ghost Square. She had always loved this place, especially visiting it with her mother and Tifa.

The hotel was decorated to look scary, but Yuffie found it more fascinating than anything. Vincent had gotten them the best room—which was more like an apartment than an actual room, and she had convinced him to leave everything else alone in order to check out the attractions, though he had droned about how they didn't have to see everything in one day when they would stay for a while. They started with the Wonder Square, where all the games and the arcade were located. "I'm beginning to regret bringing you here," Vincent muttered as she pulled him towards a basketball game.

"Stop complaining and just win the prize for me. Then, we can ride the roller coaster!" said Yuffie evilly. "What?" she asked at his look. "You were once a Turk, you're supposed to have good aim, right?" she jibed.

Vincent nodded and paid the employee for a ball. Readying his shot, he turned to look at Yuffie, who was watching him expectantly. Staring right back at her, he threw the ball without looking at it. Yuffie's eyes darted to see, and she found that the ball had gone right in. She smirked at him and shook her head. "Show off," she muttered, pointing towards the stuffed cat with a crown on his head and red cape around his neck. The employee handed it over and she squeezed the soft stuffed cat to her.

"I don't even get a thank you for that?" Vincent asked, walking with her once more.

"You got your thank you when we got off the plane, I think that was enough," Yuffie replied cheekily. "I think… I want to go see a play right now," she said, dragging him along.

Vincent grimaced and remembered what the Gold Saucer usually did for the one-hundredth couple who passed through the door. "I don't think that would be a good idea," he started. But it seemed that Yuffie wasn't listening to him as they entered the building.

Fortunately for Vincent, there was no announcement of them being the chosen couple, but just as they stepped in, the light shone on the people coming in behind them and a voice announced that they would be participating in the play. "Stage fright, Vince?" Yuffie asked with a laugh.

"No. I'm just not in the mood to make a fool of myself on a stage. One way or another, the press would find a way to get this in the paper or on the tabloid magazines," he said as they took a seat near the door. Yuffie rolled her eyes and sat back, looking towards the stage as the lights came on and the curtains were drawn. Halfway into the play, Yuffie heard Vincent sigh in boredom.

"You wanted to see this? Bad acting and a shoddy storyline?" he asked her in a whisper.

Yuffie shrugged. "I happen to like it. I'm sorry it's not up to your standards, your majesty," she snarked.

Vincent leaned in towards her to run the tip of his nose against her cheek gently. "Why don't we just go back our room and do something far more interesting?" he asked, voice deep and filled with promise.

Yuffie couldn't stop the blush on her cheeks and cleared her throat. "Sit through the whole play without complaining once and I promise to think about it," she finally replied.

Unfortunately for Vincent, he couldn't just sit by and watch something so ridiculous. As he pointed out the things he would change and why no one in their right mind would watch something that boring, he realized he had drawn a rather loud laugh from Yuffie, and people were staring at them. Taking her hand, he pulled her out of the building and towards sunlight. "You just couldn't sit there and be quiet, could you?" she asked with a smile.

Vincent shrugged. "I guess you're rubbing off on me in a very bad way," he said as they walked towards the food section of the park.

"That's what you get for making me Mrs. Valentine," Yuffie said, sticking her tongue out at him. She sighed and gave him a serious look. "I still can't understand why you did it."

"We shouldn't talk about that now," he said, looking away from her.

Yuffie rolled her eyes and was reminded why she hadn't liked him to begin with. He was always trying to be in control, and she did not answer well when people tried to make her do what they wanted. Her father hadn't been able to stop her, the police hadn't been able to stop her, and Vincent Valentine wouldn't be the exception.

By the time they arrived back at their room at the inn, the sun had been high in the sky and would soon begin to descend. Yuffie fell back against the comfortable bed and let out a long sigh. "I think I'm going to take a swim," she said, standing and going towards her suitcase.

"The pool is right outside our room," said Vincent as he pulled off his shoes.

"We have a personal pool?" Yuffie asked flatly. "Geez… could you be anymore spoiled?" she asked with a snort before walking into the bathroom to change.

Vincent just shrugged to himself and lay back against the bed to get some rest. His eyes opened when he heard Yuffie exit the bathroom. He couldn't help the way his eyes caressed her backside with the skimpy shorts and bikini top she had on now. It left even less to the imagination than her normal clothes.

Standing, he followed her out to where the pool was and watched her dive easily into the deep end, moving with quick strokes under water. He counted the time she spent swimming under water and was quite impressed. When she finally hit the surface for air, she took a few breaths of air and pushed her hair out of her eyes. She blinked up at him and raised an eyebrow when she found him watching her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Watching you," he said calmly.

Yuffie leaned up against the side of the pool and looked up at him. "Why?"

Vincent moved to gracefully kneel in front of her, eyes moving to follow the water droplets rolling down her neck and chest. Yuffie just smirked to herself and an idea popped into her head. "Where did you leave your phone and keys?" she asked.

He gave her a curious look. "In the room on the table," he replied.

"Good." Yuffie gave him no warning before reaching a hand up to his shirt and pulling his fully clothed form into the water with her. He came up spluttering a little and glared when she started to laugh at him.

"You will… pay for that," he said darkly.

"… Why?" she asked, still laughing. "I asked about your cell phone for a reason!"

She ended up spluttering too when he pulled her underwater with him, but when they moved for air, his arms were around her waist and their lips were a breath apart. Yuffie stared into his crimson eyes and watched him as he slowly leaned towards her, their lips brushing just barely, nibbling and kissing her gently, eyes still on each other. She didn't know what she felt in that moment, but she drew away from him and sunk into the water so only her eyes were visible.

Then she dove back and continued her laps. Vincent sighed to himself and wondered what had come over her. One minute he had been getting close, the next she was putting up a wall between them once more. He supposed she wasn't over the whole blackmailing business; he would've been surprised if she had been. Still, he was making progress and the next part of his plan would soon begin. With one last glance at her as she took furious strokes underwater, he slowly made his way out of the pool and peeled off his shirt and pants before walking into their room to take a shower.

Yuffie broke the surface and cursed herself in the various languages Godo had made her and Tifa learn before they had been five. Even when Tifa's parents had been alive, Godo had had a word in the type of education the both of them would have, since Tifa's mother had been Godo's sister. So she had an array of curse words and insults in her repertoire. Right now she was calling herself ten kinds of idiot for allowing Valentine to get one up on her. So far, he was winning and it was time she did something to change that. Stepping out of the pool and wrapping a towel around herself, Yuffie moved into the room and stopped when she heard a faint buzzing sound.

As Vincent's cell phone moved across the table he had set it on, Yuffie stared at it, wondering whether to answer it or not. The shower was running and she wouldn't barge in just to tell him that his phone was ringing. Grabbing it, she looked at the unknown number and hesitated briefly before opening it and putting it to her ear.

"Vincent?"

Lucrecia, Yuffie hissed inwardly. Why was she calling Vincent at this time of the day? And when she knew that he would be on their "honeymoon"? The woman had some nerve.

"Just listen to me. I know that I said a lot of stupid things when we had lunch the other day, but… I meant them. I still love you, and I know that you still love me. We can find a way around this," she said desperately. "You'll never love that girl the way you love me."

Hearing this, Yuffie shut the phone with a harsh snap and had to refrain from hurling it out of the door and hopefully into the bottom of the pool. Instead she set it down and tapped her foot as she crossed her arms over her chest. That woman was getting on her last nerve and she needed to be put in her place. You'll never love that girl the way you love me. "We'll see about that, Lucy," Yuffie muttered evilly.

Vincent still owed her for blackmailing her into marriage, and this would be the perfect way for making him pay. She would make him fall in love with her. He had already admitted enjoying his time with her, and Yuffie knew that if she tried hard enough, he would eventually fall in love with her. After all, desire and lust hadn't been a problem, and many people said that there was a thin line between love and hate. The only problem would be not falling for him, too.

Pulling off her still dripping bathing suit, she slowly padded into the bathroom, ignoring the steam and watching intently through the clear glass door as Vincent lathered his toned body with the scented soap. She slid into the shower behind him and pondered how she would work out her plan. First, she would get him to think that she was willing to do all he wanted. Little by little, so that he didn't get suspicious of her, but she had always been a very convincing liar.

The clean water washed away the soap from his skin and she moved in front of him, sliding a hand over the muscles of his stomach. Red eyes popped open and met hers as water kept falling over his face, flattening his hair against his forehead and cheeks. "What are you doing?" he asked, lips parting when her hand went lower.

"I'm trying to take a shower too," she said over the patter of water.

"Hmm... you could've waited for me to finish," Vincent said, smirking as her eyes roved over his body.

"This is much quicker," Yuffie replied, tightening her grip. "Though I think you could use a little help," she said, voice hinting.

"I do believe that… part of me is already… clean," he nearly groaned.

"Maybe I can do a better job then," she replied, moving to settle on her knees.

Vincent stared down at her, wondering what had gotten into her for Yuffie to be acting so boldly. He was usually the one who initiated each of their encounters. This was a first, and he found that it was more of a turn on to have her willingly in his arms than coercing her nearly every single time. His breath left him in a shaky sigh and he pressed his hands against the wall in front of him for support. Yes, he certainly liked things this way better.

Yuffie knew that it was only a matter of time before she would have him eating out of her hand. There would be no more of those little secret lunch dates. Both Vincent and Lucrecia wouldn't know what hit them.

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For all you CloudTifa fans, this is not the last we see of Zack, so don't do your happy dance just yet. And though it was about time Cloud did something, I think I went a little OOC with Tifa yelling at him and all that. Also, my version of the Gold Saucer is like a normal theme park, without going through tubes to get to places and the inn would be like a normal hotel. I honestly have never played FFVII, so I don't have a very clear idea of how it looks, though I have done a bit of research on it. So things have taken a different turn and Yuffie will not just sit back and let Lucrecia keep interfering. Vincent isn't the only one scheming and planning, but eventually it will backfire for our couple because obviously this is a romantic fic.

So next chapter will continue the honeymoon and Yuffie's plan, and we'll see if Cloud and Tifa are successful on their date, though if you know how I write my plots, things won't be all candies and roses. Anyway, sorry it's two days late. A lot of things came up and got in the way, but I've got the chapter now. Hope everyone enjoyed even though it was shorter than usual and hopefully I'll have a new chapter next Friday. Thank you so much to those of you who have reviewed this story so far. We're two away from one-hundred! Have a good week everyone.

Joey