Forbidden Fruit

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Anything tempting but prohibited.

A/n: 71 reviews. Holy cow, I love you guys. Not really much to say except. Thank you! And have a good read. Some of you may think Vince is OOC because he talks a lot right? Well, to me Vincent just says what's needed to be said. If things are obvious and he thinks people can figure things out, he's not going to say anything. So that's why I think he doesn't talk that much. Because he doesn't go around saying anything. He says important things.

I still say last night was a dream… an extremely realistic dream. But from the way my cheeks still tingling it wasn't. I've been in a daze all day; I've messed up on 6 different orders. Tifa said I could take the day off so here I am… staring at him. If he's noticed or not I can't really say. I want to go over there and sit with him. Talk to him about last night if it meant anything or not. But I'm afraid, of what he might say and what I might do. If I were to talk to him I'd have to look at his, lips. Then I'd have the urge to kiss him, and I doubt I'd be able to control myself. Which would put me in quite the awkward situation. So I will sit here, and stare, to my hearts content.

He's like a forbidden fruit.

X-X-X-X

I really can't help myself now. Every time I close my eyes I see him. No matter how many times I roll over, or how many times I sigh and pull my sheets up higher. I. Still. See. Him. He seems so untouchable also. So pale, so gorgeous, so far away. It's driving me nuts. Not that I mind seeing him, mind you. It's just hard to sleep when he's on your mind all the freaking time. Let's think of something scary, Cid in a pink man thong… Ugh, I'm not getting to sleep now. Definitely. Oh gross I think I'm going to vomit.

He's like a forbidden fruit.

X-X-X-X

I come down here to get a break from Vin-Vin and here he is. Reading a book in that big comfy chair that I pass out on sometimes. Maybe if I'm lucky he won't have noticed I'm here and I can sneak up stairs again.

"Yuffie."

Or not.

"Hey Vince, what are you doing up so late? Don't you need your beauty sleep?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"You know you could just say you don't want to answer the question. Oh well I don't mind. Really though, what're you doing up?"

"Reading and you?"

"Got someon- err thing on my mind." I say.

"May I inquire as to who this person is?" he asks, reverting his whole entire attention to me now. Oh damn him and his sexy eyebrows.

"Uh, I guess you could say it's someone you know…"

"…"

"dotdotdot."

"Well are you going to continue, or shall we play 20 questions?" he asks.

"Um, he's tall."

"Most males are."

"…He has eyes."

"Lots of humans do." He says.

"Yeah well, once I met this blind guy, who was born blind. So yeah." I say

"Go on."

"Um, no. I forgot, his… err, name."

"Am I going to have to ask you again?"

"Heh, you know you're kind of scary. But I'm the GREAT ninja Yuffie. So, Nyuk. Nyuk. Nyuk. I'd like to see you try and threaten me again."

"…"

"If you think that whole 'looming-over-and-glaring-threateningly-down-at-me' thing is going to work you're wrong." I say.

"…then you leave me no choice." He says.

"Whoa what're you think you're doing! Are you seriously going to shoot me!"

"If it comes to that."

"um, hisfirstinitalandlastinitalarethesame." I mumble.

"What was that?" he asks.

"His first initial and last initial are the same!"

"…that could be half the population of Kalm, Yuffie."

"Gawd! It's you, Mr. Vincent Valentine, you are on my mind. You are the forbidden fruit that plagues me."

"Forbidden?"

He's like a forbidden fruit.

"There's nothing forbidden about me." A smirk and a kiss on the hand.

He's like a not-so-forbidden fruit.

A/n: Yey. Fluff. Next phrase is forty winks. Or against the grain. Vote.