author's note: Urgh, this one is late, and I'm not sure I'll be able to get the next one tonight so that I'm actually on time. So I may just end up updating tomorrow with the final two chapters, we'll see~ However, I did write something Christmas related for Yuffentine (it came out over a thousand words, somehow) and I'll be putting that up separately. Enjoy!
Candy Canes
A tilt of her head, strands of hair slipping from their place behind her shoulder and tickling her collar bone, was the only movement in the room. It had been quiet for a while, something which unsettled the gunslinger only because Yuffie was never quiet for so long unless she was planning something; and, generally, she didn't plan harmless things.
When she finally did break the silence, it was with the slight creak of the old chair as she rose to her feet. Her footsteps were quite quiet, however, sending the room into a noiseless abyss before another creak pulled them out of it - this creak from the chair Vincent had been occupying, straining as she added her weight to it, sitting upon his lap.
"...What are you doing?" His eyebrow raised slightly with his question, but she didn't seem as if she needed to answer, merely curling up with her head upon his shoulder and cuddling closer to him. Though he was tense, he didn't push her away, and he would rather not question that because it would lead to a significant discovery and this night, though odd and silent, did not seem to be the night for significant discoveries.
Only after some time did he receive an answer, which was spoken against his neck as that was where she had decided to press her face. "I was cold," Yuffie said, quietly again, because even she could sense that this wasn't the night for loud voices and energetic declarations, and though it wasn't the night for significant discoveries, it would be what led to such nights.
A moment passed, and then another. Time seemed to drag on in the quiet, but Vincent was used to it - he wasn't used to the slow, steady breath against the skin of his neck, nor the warmth of the body curled upon him, but he was adjusting, and when he was finally finished adjusting the tenseness in his body seemed to ease out of him. For tonight was not a night of significance, but it was most certainly leading up to such a night, and for now he would content himself with the silence and the warmth and the scent of candy canes that came from the breath that was against his neck.
"Sleep well, Yuffie."