Disclaimer: I don't claim any of the characters in here. Except for the ones I obviously thought up… you should be able to tell which ones I made up and not -smiley-

Hi there. There's still more chapters coming, I know, it's slowly murdering you eh? T man this is really messed. I can't wait to start my other story…

Hehe first time I wrote a lemon was in this story. I suck at it. Admit it. And I don't exactly like writing that kind of stuff anyways. So use your own imagination from now on P YOU CAN DO IT! –encourages you with big signs and muffin baskets-

By the way, this is kind of a tiny tiny way of slipping in little answers of why's and stuff.Fluff warning. XD sorry to those who don't like fluff. It just seems like it'll fit here.

The Why, Where and What

Silence had slyly slipped into the van Reeve had sent for our favourite team whence they'd called in for help. A substantially large group had come with it; medics, officers, and a search team. It didn't take long to discover the remains of The Great and Powerful Dom.

Limp bodies were carried gently into the vehicle; Reno, Elena, Rude, Cid and a stone cold Dom. They had unanimously decided that a proper burial was deserved for the crazed and sadistic warrior.

People in white tended carefully to a bloodied gunman's reopened wounds while Tifa stood by him with Cloud's words pounding in her mind and Vincent's kiss mixing every letter around. Unfocused and distraught, she didn't notice as they turned into the Chocobo Farm. Once again, a hospital would be their home for the night.

Tifa was quickly shooed away from her injured companions and friends as the nurses and doctors feverishly rushed to get them cleaned and healed.

Nanaki, Shera and her Ashley, Yuffie and she set off to find an inn to stay for themselves; at one in the morning, everyone practically dropped like the dead onto their plushy mattresses, all except Lockheart. Energized and dandy, she stepped into the shower to rinse off the blood of one special shooter.

Suds piled high on her crown, she ran her fingers gingerly over soaked smooth skin. Not a single bruise or injury was left imprinted onto her self; no bruises from Dom's punches and what not, no scrapes from the friction of skin against stone and metal, not even her ankle gave any resistance to her brain's commands like before.

Inevitably, a certain kiss from a certain someone managed to saunter into her mind. I've never seen him so beautiful… Truth in her thought, Vince had never looked so fragile to her. Instead of his usual intimidating and dominating demeanour, he appeared torn and vulnerable. Had she scared him that much?

"Tifa? Are you okay in there?" Yuffie's voice of concern was muffled against the wooden door. Dressing promptly, bare feet froze at the chilling contact of the tiles; the martial artist swung the door open. "You were in there for like an hour. I was getting worried."

Giving a heart-warming smile to her enigmatic buddy, they both walked back to their own beds and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

It had been a week and a half since they'd come back from Midgar; Vince had changed slightly since then. He didn't reject the idea of Tifa holding his hand when he was in bed; nor did he tense when she would lean in for a tiny peck… well… not as much as she thought he would. So that meant they were together now right?

Right?

Right?

Something in her heart doubted everything. He hadn't mentioned Lucretia at all; were they still going to revive her? This quest was an act of love… so need he continue if he loved the one with claret stars instead of emerald windows to an intellectual mind?

Even though he allowed Tifa to make actual human touch with him, Mr. Red and black had yet to speak anything of where-to-next. But it was impossible to avoid the subject forever, four days passed until everyone (Turks included) found themselves in a crammed inn room waiting for Vincent to say something.

"… Yes?" His simmering blood-shot orbs charred everyone.

"Uh… We were just wondering… where… now?" The young thief had taken a seat right beside him, though now she looked as if she regretted it. His aura had returned to his shit scaring normality.

Ten thousand years etched on by while they waited in anticipation; however, everything comes to an end. "Junon. The Hades Temple stands by its outskirts."

Tension began to strangle each member of the group. Reno noticed, trying to lighten the mood he joked. "We don't gotta fight no psychotic gorilla man again, do we?"

"No." Too bad the distasteful humour was beaten over the head by none other than Vincent Valentine.

"… I guess I'll go get m' fuckin' ship all warmed up for you assholes." Cid grabbed hold of his dear family and rushed out.

One by one, everyone had fabricated some kind of improbable excuse to leave. All but a single woman. Tifa ambled over to her new lover and grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Feeling a tug at his own lips, he let onyx strands cascade as he dipped down until their mouths introduced each other and met.

They both seemed satisfied enough to stay in that position between hungry passion and teasing nibble. Breaking away eventually (eventually…), she knew what she needed to know before anything else. "… Why are we still going to Junon? Why don't we just quit?"

The sharp shooter quickly took a step away. Pacing around the room, he found the window by one of the bunks to be the best place to choose his words. He collected the each sentence as he gazed out to their scenery. "Lucretia… She lost her life too early. It was before her time. She did not deserve what she had been fated with and I cannot live knowing it was my doing so that caused it. Also, we are so adjacent to our goal, why must we simply give up?"

Strolling carefully closer, her pale hand brushed off non-existent dust from his shoulder. "How could it have been your doing that caused her death? You didn't do anything but love her…"

Turning around, Vince smiled just a tad. "Do I sense a tinge of envy?"

"No!" Fire manifested into her cheeks, burning them a bright cherry. "I-I mean no, no, of course not!"

"… Why not?" This mystifying character obviously found her amusing as she blubbered in a loss for words.

"I-I no, you- I-…" Tifa stomped her foot down like a child, her face now a shade of such glowing crimson. "Just answer my question!"

"Isn't it obvious?" Both synthetic and flesh hands clutched her hips, pulling her till she was flushed right against himself. "I have a compulsive need to love and touch gorgeous woman I adore. I just… cannot… stop myself."

All the while he spoke, he trailed butterfly kisses up from her collarbone to her shoulders then jaw line. Five hot and five sharp, cold fingers twitched anxiously as they crept up into her black tee.

It hadn't taken long before Tifa herself responded with eagerness in her nimble digits as they furiously unbuttoned her partner's shirt. A low groan erupted from her throat when a scorching tongue had found a soft spot right under her ear.

Moments later, all that could be heard from inside the inn chamber were loud moans and screams. Leaning against the wall, a form's grey eyes twinkled with delight. At how much they want each other, they should be done in maximum an hour. Yuffie stood up straight and began to strut down the hall. "I am such a good matchmaker."

Now to find Nanaki and that very, very fine looking Captivation Materia.

Yeah... this chapter doesn't have much of... much. hope you liked it at least a little-smiley- Sorry it's shorter than usual. 7 or 8 more so chapters. XD I told you before it'd be around 40 so... also. sorry about the fluff.