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Sorry about the great length between updates, a bit of writer's block, a new job, and lot's of stuff to paint. Anyway I hope you like it.
Chapter II: My Desire
This was not what I had expected from Tifa; however this was not the first time the lovely lady had surprised me. I had seen her walking down the road a fair distance ahead of me and it was not like her to be so unaware of her surroundings. It was virtually no effort to catch up to her and take her by surprise. Her lips where smiling but her eyes revealed a heavy heart.
"Vincent, I thought you were with the others. I didn't expect you to be out here." She stumbles over her words. I can not help but contemplate on what is eating at her mind apparently things are not as blissful as she had tried to make them seem in Midgar.
"Well, I did not foresee meeting you out here either. You did not answer my question. If you wish I could leave you to your thoughts." I step closer to her as I speak, though I do not know what possesses me to step within her personal space.
"I'm sorry Vincent; of course I would welcome your company. Why are you leaving Midgar so early? I would expect after traveling all the way here you would want to stay a bit longer before leaving." She is concealing her vulnerability within small talk.
"I am not one for crowds or celebrations." I state. A light breeze picks up and brings the most delightful scent to me. I close my eyes and draw a deep breath enjoying her sweet soft aroma. I open my eyes as the gentle wind once again settles. My eyes met hers again and I can tell what she is looking for, she expected me to start prying answers from her as to why she is here. I know full well why she is here; I have been watching her for the past few days. She had been wrestling with her heart; I could see how she looked at him. The pain her love caused her, I knew that feeling quite well.
"I have heard that a healthy love does not hurt, I have not actually found it so I cannot be certain. Yet I have faith that it is true." Her eyes drop as she shifts uncomfortably and sighs. "I do not expect you to tell me what happened or why, but if ever wish too I will listen." She looks up once again and tries to smile.
I reach out to her and cup her cheek with my right hand. I realize my mistake too late to draw away; as I feel that soft warm flesh against my hand I am consumed by my own desire. My heart begins to race and it feels as if my blood itself is on fire. Her lips part ever so slightly as she leans so gently into my hand. I can feel my mouth get dry and my chest tighten. My heart screams to be closer to her, and with what little willpower I retain I try to pull my hand away. Before I can regain control of my arm Tifa does the one thing that could doom me, she brings her left hand up to her cheek and presses it against my hand holding it there, and her eyes gaze into mine as if she can see through and into my heart.
Moments seem like ours as I debate whether I pull away or embrace her, I am relieved when she makes the decision herself and pulls away.
"Thank you Vincent, I am really happy that you are here with me." She glances around as I drop my hand back to my side. "It's getting dark; we should get to Kalm as soon as possible."
We both turn and without another word we continue the journey to Kalm, we leave each other to ponder our own thoughts. I go back to the one I have been considering for over two years now. The overpowering reaction I have in Tifa's presence is it lust or love? My desire to be near her drew me out of my coffin as desirable as vengeance is this is something far beyond that. When all was said and done why could I not part from her completely, why was it so easy to abandon all the others yet feel this passion for her? I have never known myself to be a passionate person yet she somehow brings it out in me.
I watch her long slender legs traverse the road with the grace and dexterity of a cat, as if every move is carefully calculated and exercised. Her delicate brown furrows ever so slightly as she mulls over her own thoughts. She unconsciously runs her hands through her long silky hair. My revere is broken as I hear the noises of Kalm; I look toward the town seeing the towns people prepare for the night.
I follow Tifa into the inn where we rent two beds from the many on the second level. The old hardwood stairs creak beneath our feet as we turn in for the night, neither of us having any desire to find supper. The light is dim in the room as we enter Tifa places her pack on the bed farthest from the stair and near a window. I hang my cape over a bed post of the one next to hers. She has yet to speak to me since being on the road; in fact she has yet to even look at me. I note that we are the only two in the inn this evening, not surprising for a small town like Kalm. Tifa takes off her boots and stretches out across the bed inadvertently showing off her glorious figure I turn away from her and sit on the opposite side of my bed to remove by boots, the metal from them clanks against the hardwood floor. I stretch my toes enjoying the sudden freedom of movement and lack of weight.
Everything is silent for several minutes before I hear Tifa move again to turn off the source of our light, the bedside lamp. I still do not dare turn around, I finally unbutton my shirt and hang it on the bedpost overtop of my cape. I rest my hands on the blanket I am sitting on, though not the most beautiful of colours it is remarkably soft. Unexpectedly the other side of my bed sinks down slightly as someone climbs onto it. Before I can turn and ask what is going on slender agile arms snake under my own and wrap around my chest. I feel her soft breasts press up against my back. My breath catches in my throat as I feel her warm breath on the back of my neck. With what little control I have I manage to utter one word.
"Tifa?" By then it is far too late.
Well here you go. My brain seems to be on track again so I should be able to update much more frequently. Let me know what you think it usually keeps me from doing something brainless.