GENRE: Romance
PAIRING: Vincent/Tifa
RATING: R – language , lemon
DISCLIMERS: I Do Not own Final fantasy or anything related. I do not in
anyway own Sqauresoft .
MY IMMORTAL
Tifa Lockhart awoke from her sleep. Her brownish red eyes glittered in the lighted room. She hasn't slept in the room since her adventure to be with normal folks. Her brown hair was neatly brushed away. She was wearing a yellow silk gown. The sleeves were pretty long for her but she liked it. Suddenly a magical power surged with her. /Someone's teleported into our city. / Tifa thought to herself sitting bolt upright. She had felt this power before; at first she thought it was Cloud. But then she realised who it was. "Vincent!" Tifa exclaimed happily. A huge smile crossed her face. She had never been that happy since her hill climbing expedition with Mr. Strife. She jumped out of the bed and pushed aside the cotton curtains. She caught a glance out the window and saw Vincent in the courtyard. His red cape swing wildly in the wind.
Tifa ran outside the palace in record speed. She took four stairs at a time and jumped down the last fifteen. She was nearing the courtyard. When she arrived she saw Vincent and her smile widened. Vincent also saw her too and gave a smile under the high collar.
"Vincent!" Tifa exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" "I missed you," Vincent said softly. "Really?" Tifa asked her eyes starting to get wet. "Of course," Vincent responded. Tifa gave a joyful laugh, leaned forward and hugged Vincent tightly. Vincent was amazed at Tifa's reaction. His arms slowly placed themselves around her and they stood like that for minutes. Vincent just hoped that Tifa wouldn't notice his hard on.
In the palace ballroom, Tifa explained everything. "After I Seph massacred the whole town, I was the only one left. It was sad but I wound up here. Everyone treated me really kindly and Queen Autumn took me as her child. After her de.... Demise I was princess. Everyone was so kind to me. I often hide as common folks until one day I disguised myself as a bartender and well you know the rest.
"Why didn't you ever tell me Tifa?" Vincent asked in a curious manner. "I didn't want anyone to worry, especially you Vincent," Tifa explained and blushed when Vincent's eyes met hers. 'You think I worry too much?" Vincent asked. "No, I never think bad thoughts about you," Tifa said softly. "Truthfully?" Vincent asked again. "Yeah," Tifa responded "Except the fact that your guns are really out of age" Tifa joked. "Your gloves are a out of age too you know," Vincent returned her joke. "Hey!" Tifa cried as the both burst out laughing. "Come, I help you pick some new guns, IN age," Tifa said smiling.
The next chapter is better. Thanks for review and there will be sneak preview at the end of each fic!
SNEAK PREVIEW Dose Cloud really hates Tifa? Lemon soon!
MY IMMORTAL
Tifa Lockhart awoke from her sleep. Her brownish red eyes glittered in the lighted room. She hasn't slept in the room since her adventure to be with normal folks. Her brown hair was neatly brushed away. She was wearing a yellow silk gown. The sleeves were pretty long for her but she liked it. Suddenly a magical power surged with her. /Someone's teleported into our city. / Tifa thought to herself sitting bolt upright. She had felt this power before; at first she thought it was Cloud. But then she realised who it was. "Vincent!" Tifa exclaimed happily. A huge smile crossed her face. She had never been that happy since her hill climbing expedition with Mr. Strife. She jumped out of the bed and pushed aside the cotton curtains. She caught a glance out the window and saw Vincent in the courtyard. His red cape swing wildly in the wind.
Tifa ran outside the palace in record speed. She took four stairs at a time and jumped down the last fifteen. She was nearing the courtyard. When she arrived she saw Vincent and her smile widened. Vincent also saw her too and gave a smile under the high collar.
"Vincent!" Tifa exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" "I missed you," Vincent said softly. "Really?" Tifa asked her eyes starting to get wet. "Of course," Vincent responded. Tifa gave a joyful laugh, leaned forward and hugged Vincent tightly. Vincent was amazed at Tifa's reaction. His arms slowly placed themselves around her and they stood like that for minutes. Vincent just hoped that Tifa wouldn't notice his hard on.
In the palace ballroom, Tifa explained everything. "After I Seph massacred the whole town, I was the only one left. It was sad but I wound up here. Everyone treated me really kindly and Queen Autumn took me as her child. After her de.... Demise I was princess. Everyone was so kind to me. I often hide as common folks until one day I disguised myself as a bartender and well you know the rest.
"Why didn't you ever tell me Tifa?" Vincent asked in a curious manner. "I didn't want anyone to worry, especially you Vincent," Tifa explained and blushed when Vincent's eyes met hers. 'You think I worry too much?" Vincent asked. "No, I never think bad thoughts about you," Tifa said softly. "Truthfully?" Vincent asked again. "Yeah," Tifa responded "Except the fact that your guns are really out of age" Tifa joked. "Your gloves are a out of age too you know," Vincent returned her joke. "Hey!" Tifa cried as the both burst out laughing. "Come, I help you pick some new guns, IN age," Tifa said smiling.
The next chapter is better. Thanks for review and there will be sneak preview at the end of each fic!
SNEAK PREVIEW Dose Cloud really hates Tifa? Lemon soon!