Grinding

Final Fantasy VII, all rights to the Square-Enix. The relationship between Vincent and Tifa is still yet to be set up and yet I feel awkward still writing sexual scenes. I made my two friends read the story and one was like "That's all the sex?". Well I also decided to start a deepening of the others characters life's…

Barret came to the kitchen running to Aeris.

"You heard?"

"Err…no."

"Damn! I can't tell ya then!"

"What do you mean you can't tell me? You just asked me if I did."

"It's supposed to be a secret."

"Well...don't tell me then."

"You don't care."

"I can't care for what I don't know."

"Ok, listen. Follow me into the living room."

"I'm cooking right now."

"Pleeeease!"

Aeris followed him unwillingly.

Once there they just saw Cid playing videogames in front the tv.

"What is it?"

"Aren't you supposed to tell us something?" asked Barret.

"…No."

Yuffie slammed the door open.

"CID! YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!" she yelled.

Cid took his time to understand what Yuffie had just said.

"Yuffie! How did you find out?"

"I uhmm…overheard your conversation with Shera."

Cid remained eyes locked on Yuffie and still.

"Cid! Cid! Snap out of it!" Aeris shook him.

Cid jumped up.

"The hell I'm getting married! Who said that?"

Barret looked at Aeris for help.

"Are you sure you didn't mishear Barret?"

"No no. She said I'm inviting Cid over for the wedding."

"Maybe she just meant another wedding"

Cid had already run to the phone.

Tifa's turn to wash the dishes. She didn't mind it much, she actually found it relaxing. To blank out for a while. Vincent hadn't talked to her again for two weeks since they came back from the park.

Maybe he didn't care about the money, maybe he didn't care about her at all…

She spent most of her time with the others trying to avoid him unnecessarily; he had spent his entire time in the room mostly.

She suddenly felt arms wrap around her waist. The familiar metal prosthesis and his nose on her neck. She startled.

"What are you doing?"

"Just taking a smell…"

"If someone comes in…"

"Don't worry."

He kept smelling her and biting her neck softly.

"V-vincent…"

"Uhm?"

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Like this what?"

"You act like you hate me then like you want me…It's irritating."

"For the same reason you do."

"In don't hate you…"

"You like me."

"W-what!" she blushed "No, I just find you annoying when you act like this."

"Can you come tonight?"

"You know perfectly well that I…"

"Postpone." He released her and gave her a smile. Probably the first she could remember.

Only five minutes later Tifa broke deliberately a plate in rage

"She didn't say we were getting married. It's just her brother!"

"Oh" Barret answered embarrassed "I see…"

"Mind your own business next time big boy."

"Well, wouldn't it be like about time you two got married" added Yuffie.

"You shut-up!" he added stealing a sausage from her plate.

"HEY!"

"Yuffie, don't yell like that!" asked Cloud.

"S-sorry."

"What's with saying sorry only to Cloud."

Yuffie nudged him.

"So you're going to Rocket Town?"

"Uhmmm…I'm not sure." He examined the stolen sausage.

Yuffie stared at him staring at the sausage.

"You gonna eat that? Or you just stole it to make me mad?"

"Uhmmm…uhmmm…uhmmm…" he analyzed it for a while longer "Maybe I'll give it to Red."

"Hey hey hey!"

"Here Reddy Reddy!" he whistled.

Red gave him the scariest look.

"Oh brother, another one with a bad moon."

Tifa went to Vincent's room…she didn't even know why she did. Maybe because the freak had a gun?

She lightly knocked the door. The only one who could hear them was Cid who had his room nearby.

"Come in."

"Money!"

He gave her an odd look but smiled.

"Later."

"No, not later."

"Later."

He grabbed her again.

"Vinny! Money!"

"Shhhh!"

He licked her right ear.

"Y-you will promise later…right…yes?"

"Uhum"

Tifa moaned softly as he laid her on the bed. This time he didn't seem to be in a rush. And took him time undressing her. Tifa remained still feeling much calmer lying on a soft bed and for once grateful she wasn't dealing with one of her usual customers.

I wanted to make them frankfurts…not sausages since I hate sausages…but then again I know some call them wursterl…and some sausage.