Square Stuff belongs to Square the rest to me.

Tifa rubbed her face with her hands, she felt as if she had been hit by a Malboro. The covers on Vincent's bed were soft and snug against her skin. She looked up at Vincent finally noticing the claw marks on his bare chest.

"Did I do that?" She gestured towards the scores and dried blood.

"A cure spell can easily take care of those. They are a minor nuisance." He cast the spell the blood liquefied and flowed back into the cut as they closed.

'I can not believe her; she continues to avoid worrying about herself. She is so beautiful' Vincent could not help admiring Tifa in her pyjamas, a black tank top and cotton shorts.

'How can I be looking at her like that after what has happened tonight? I am still human. Yet every time I am around her I can scarcely control my lust. I should tell her about what is happening to her now before it before it becomes more difficult.'

Tifa watched Vincent during the silence he wore only a pair of silky black pants. His well-toned body had the occasional scar which marked a hard fought battle. His every movement was executed with perfect grace and dexterity.

'Even his cybernetic are moves perfectly. Why do I want him so badly? I wish he would touch me, be close to me. This is normal...there is nothing wrong with how I feel. I wonder what he would do if I kissed him.'

"Tifa, the Mako you were exposed to has changed you. As a result of it being completely uncontrolled your body had to control it. I am not entirely sure how it works, but it seems as if it affects your emotions, particularly the most powerful negative ones. Essentially it causes your 'inner demons' to manifest in a physical manner. An example would be..."

'Is she daydreaming? What on earth could she be daydreaming about after all this?'

"Tifa?...Tifa!"

"Huh? What?"

"Where were you?" Vincent smiled as he asked this; he couldn't help it she looked as if she was a little girl caught doing something naughty.

"I was..." Tifa sighed. "Just thinking about some stuff."

"Tifa." Vincent put his hand on hers and looked into her eyes. "If you are going to control this you must be more open with your feelings."

"Vincent I... do I have to?"

"Of course."

Tifa licked her lips, her pulse was racing, and adrenaline was coursing through her veins. Vincent pretended not to notice her breathing become rapid.

'Whatever she wants to tell me must be important; I can almost smell her adrenaline.'

'That's it I'm just going for it.'

Tifa threw her arms around Vincent's neck. His composure cracked as panic crossed his face. He had forgotten how strong she was he gave into her as she pulled him on top of her into a passionate kiss. They met with a feverish hunger.

'I want this, but should I be doing this?'

Sorry about the chapter being so short I promise the next one will be much longer, and I will let you know whose thought the final one was. I hope you liked it next chapter will be far more detailed. I love you Falkon see you soon.