-1The loser does whatever the winner wants.

Those were the words that set the battle lines and started the war. Those were the words that got Tifa thinking if she won, she could have Vincent doing whatever she wanted. Those were the words that got Vincent thinking if he won, Tifa was going to do whatever he wanted.

Not that either of them knew what they were going to get the other to do, but that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. They both had their pride and lots of it.

She was playing to win for her side of the gender pool, and so was he. Neither was going to hand the victory over on a silver platter.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" Tifa spoke without missing a beat, the grin on her face evident of her enjoyment of this.

Vincent smirked. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or shall I walk past again?"

Tifa blinked and put on the most innocently beguiling expression she could. "I seem to have lost my way, would you mind taking me with you?"

"Do you have any Wutai in you?" Vincent asked as he signalled the waitress back over. How the hell had they gone through two bottles of vodka already? Not to mention the three desserts. Lemon sorbet and vodka, the creamy one with the chocolate liqueur, and the disgustingly unhealthy Knickerbockerglory, which came complete with full cream

His stomach rolled in protest and sang in delight. It was sickly, but oh so good. Two hours later and he could still feel the way the cream dripped onto his tongue. Tifa had originally ordered two, but the waitress had rightfully advised them to order one. These Knickerbockerglory things would be the ultimate downfall of mankind.

"You're from Wutai?" Tifa quizzed, momentarily distracted from the game when he confessed his origins. She studied him closely. Her gaze traced every single facial feature, right from the elegant lines of his jaw to the way his eyes were set. His hair was jet black and perfectly straight, an exquisite Wutai characteristic.

She wondered if any of the others knew he was from Wutai. It was a bit selfish, but she hoped they didn't. Telling someone something usually implied trust, so this meant Vincent trusted her, and made her feel all warm inside.

"I am." The gunslinger answered once he was sure she was finished her study of his features, and turned to face the waitress. "I would like to…"

"Another bottle of vodka?" The waitress struggled to hide her grin. She'd been watching them for the past few hours and noticed them getting a little worse for wear. Bets had been started in the kitchen for how long it would take for them to get it on. If the momentous occasion happened in the next half hour, she stood to win a whopping eighty Gil.

"If it is not too much trouble." Tifa rolled her glazing eyes and shook her head. Only Vincent Valentine would think ordering a drink, in a bar, would be too much trouble. He was just so… so… He was just so something, she didn't know yet, but was sure she'd think of it.

The waitress took the order and left them to it. On her way to the bar, she paused for thought. Eighty Gil was a lot of money. In fact, it was more than she made in a day. Maybe she'd give them a little something to go with the vodka, on the house of course. It never hurt to give people a push in the right direction.

Maybe she'd give them a bottle of twenty Gil champagne. That stuff was lethal.

Getting back to The Game, Vincent repeated his line. "Do you have any Wutai in you?"

"No, I don't have any in me." But I wouldn't mind. Tifa only just managed to hide her gasp with her hand. Bad thoughts led to bad things. Still, this was Vincent. He was sensible. He wouldn't let her do anything bad.

"Would you like some?" I got plenty. He cleared his throat and pretended he just didn't think that. This was Tifa, she was nice, and she wouldn't do anything bad like what he was thinking.

The brunette blushed as he answered her very thoughts. He was the kind of man that could turn a good girl bad. Very, very bad, and she was more than willing to go along for the ride. However, there was a war to win and the reputation of women to protect. There were bigger things at stake right now and she couldn't afford to lose.

Tifa levelled a mock serious stare at him, licking her lip for added effect. She'd do what she had too in order to win. "Have you got a mirror in your pocket?"

He frowned in confusion. "Why?"

"Cus I can see myself in your pants." At this, Vincent laughed enough to make his shoulders shake and Tifa giggled.

"Pretend to walk out." Off her bewilderment, "Pretend to walk out."

She did as asked and pretended to get up, but only turned her back to him. "I'm leaving now…" The sentence was left open for him to finish.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" When the brunette returned her attention to him, he sported the most incredible pout known to mankind.

Dutifully she asked, "What?"

Vincent's dazzling eyes turned to those belong to a puppy and she almost melted. "Me."

The reply had her eyes rolling. She'd expected more than that from an ex Turk. "Do you have a mutual friend who could introduce us?"

"Orgasms are known as the little death. Would you like to die happy?" Even as he said this, Vincent's cheeks took on a light pink hue and lowered his face in the hope she wouldn't see.

"The amount of times I've heard that one…" She sighed, it was her turn again. "Do you know the main difference between sex and a conversation?" He played along and shook his head. "Wanna go to bed and talk?"

If that be the case, he'd talk all night long if she wanted. "You have been very naughty, go to my room."

Damn him! That was her next one. Now what could she say? Oh yeah, this was a good one. "You're a sex crime waiting to happen." Tifa gave a gleeful little snigger at getting one out before her fifteen second time limit was up. Yeah, take that Valentine. Teach you not to mess with the best. Ha!

Vincent purposely leered at her body, well, as much as he would without appearing like a pervert. "Your parents threw you some tight curves." He hated himself for using that one, but this wasn't the time to be choosy.

"I don't know what you think of me, but I hope it's x-rated." The smirk appearing on his face had Tifa squirming and wondering if x-rated thoughts were going through his head. The idea of Vincent thinking that about her was enough to make her stomach tighten.

He suddenly got out of his seat, and for a moment she thought he was going to leave. When Vincent began to wave his arms around, jumping up and down, Tifa figured he going to leave after he embarrassed the hell out of them.

"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed and sank into her seat, using a hand to hide her reddening face. "Oh God. People are looking!"

"I am a penguin. I am trying to break the ice." That was the first chap-up line he ever used and he'd been about twelve at the time. It worked like a charm and he'd gotten his first kiss from a sixteen year old girl who thought he was the same age.

Tifa couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up. "Cute. Weird, but definitely cute." She watched as he sat back down as though nothing had happened. He appeared as calm and composed as ever. Her turn again.

Vincent stifled a groan as she popped a slender finger inside her mouth. She then slid that glistening finger down the front of her top, and then reached over to do the same with his. "Lets you and me get out of these wet clothes."

"I am curious," he checked her over in a way that prickled her skin with heat, "Are you as good as you look?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out!"

"Smart answer." The gunslinger complimented with a grin. He was thirsty, where was the alcohol? Vincent looked around for their waitress and saw her at the bar, putting a dark green bottle onto a tray. From his position, he could just see the label reading champagne. He hadn't ordered that, he was sure of it.

Tifa took his expression as a sign of possible trouble and began looking in the same direction. The vodka had her light headed, but that could be ignored if it came to the crunch. Still, it'd be a shame if trouble did ruin tonight. "What is it?" She couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"I fear the waitress has gotten our order wrong."

She shrugged, "Heh, we all make mistakes."

The two watched the waitress approach their table with a smile. "Compliments of the house," was all she said and placed the champagne on the table, along with two crystal flute glasses. That eighty Gil was as good as hers.

The war picked up where it left off, and that was Vincent's turn. "If I owned the alphabet, I would put U and I together."

"Aww Vincent," Tifa mockingly cooed and watched as he did the gentlemanly thing, and began to open the champagne. "That's sooooo cute!" She sniggered when he visibly blanched at being labelled cute. "What winks and screws like a tiger?"

"I do not… Know…" Vincent pointed the bottle away from them both just as the cork came out with a loud pop. The froth gushed out, soaking his hand and pants. He shook his hand frantically in an attempt to get rid of the liquid, and Tifa watched the spectacle in high amusement.

She bit her lip and wondered if she dared do what she thought. Oh yeah. By the time the devil on her shoulder won the debate, Vincent had put the bottle to one side and was about to dry his hand on his cloak. Tifa snatched his hand and brought it to her mouth.

He blinked, not quite sure if she was doing what he thought she was doing. When her warm lips closed around his finger, Vincent knew he was dreaming. Her mouth and tongue worked from knuckle to tip, determined not to lose a drop. Tifa watched his eyes glaze and lose focus as she repeated with his next digit.

"Mmm tasty…" Tifa released his hand and licked her lips.

The waitress held out her hand and wiggled her fingers, already feeling the delicious sound of jingling coins lining her purse.

Vincent was breathing heavily by the time she finished and his pants were uncomfortably tight. "I would not know." Her glass was filled half way and he indicated her to drink. His eyes were focused on the way her throat tilted and when her lips touched the rim, his blood went south.

Tifa put her glass down and resisted the urge to moan. He was looking at her like she was his next meal. She licked her lips again, this time in anticipation. "Tasty. The bubbles tickle. You should try it." It didn't take long for the gunslinger to react.

He leaned over the table and stole a kiss, using his tongue to lap the droplets on her pout. "Tasty indeed." His voice was low and gruff, the vibrations of his words had her body tingling and she squirmed in her seat. "Let's get out of here."

"Have somewhere in mind?" Tifa whispered and her lips kept grazing his.

"Yes." Who cared about a stupid game? There were much better and much more productive things for them to be doing.

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Vincent swallowed a large gulp of the champagne and replaced his mouth on hers. Tifa readily welcomed the kiss, tasting the bubbles lingering on his tongue. He groaned into her and his free hand grasped her knee, kneading the toned muscle with talented fingers.

"Yessss…" Her head dropped onto his shoulder and parted her legs to allow him the access he wanted. He moved higher up her thigh until cotton panties teased his fingertips and he pressed softly against her.

There was something about touching a woman through her panties that got Vincent right where it hurt. But feeling Tifa through her panties simply had him hard. "You feel good. So warm and soft," he mumbled into her mouth. "And wet."

She pushed on his hand and turned her face to muffle her light moans against her shoulder. Tifa snatched a hold of his cloak, fisting the warm material and rocking her hips rhythmically.

Mmmm. Vincent moved up and down the swollen slit, pausing when he felt the sensitive entrance. He chuckled when she bucked, the motion making his hand roughly touch her completely. "You like that?"

A hummed "Uh-huh," was his answer and the gunslinger massaged the tiny bud with the heel of his palm. The only thing stopping his fingertips from penetrating was her underwear.

The Love Boat ride maybe dark and private, but it was by no means sound proofed. One or two people close to them looked their way, the goings on of Vincent and Tifa seemingly more exciting than themselves.

Soft hair tickled him as he slid past the waistband of her panties and he groaned. She was burning and soaking, and it was all because of him. A single finger traced the shape of her and he felt the tiny pearl throb in response. He tugged it and Tifa cried out in surprise.

This time, more than one or two people looked in their direction, but couldn't see much. The torches designed to give a romantic atmosphere gave off a low glow and highlighted the way he was seated to her right. Though the light was dim, it was enough to make it obvious what was going on.

One of the security guards frowned. This kind of romance was definitely not allowed and he whispered a quick word to his partner before leaving through a door marked Private. Something would have to be done. He couldn't allow that to go on in public.

Tifa reached behind her, feeling around under the cloak for Vincent's thigh and followed the muscle up until she found her prize. Wide eyed turned to look at him over her shoulder. He simply smirked and rolled his hips forward.

"Unzip me… Good girl… Ah yes, like that…" He grunted when her hot little hand firmly clutched him and began to move. "Harder." He didn't mind begging when it got him off.

Those two thick fingers of his slid inside and he twisted them, hitting her sweet spot and making her legs snap shut. "Vincent please," Tifa grasped him harder, and listened as his breathing paused before a long drawn out moan vibrated through him.

He paused in thought and suddenly removed his slick digits. Vincent held them up and licked his lips, helpless to stop the fantasy from tearing through his brain. "Drink." It wasn't a request.

Hooded crimson eyes blinked and a shaky hand took the half empty champagne bottle, gulping a healthy mouthful. Tifa grinned at the way his expression became set in stone.

"Taste." His voice had dropped an octave and his gaze completely focused on her lips. Fingers swept across her pout and Vincent began to pant heavily as he watched her mouth glisten. Slowly, that digit eased inside and her tongue wrapped round to lick up the honey.

Her thighs rubbed together and she tried to fight the ache building between. The second she tasted herself on him, arousal dripped down to dampen her skin and she pushed back into him. The move had her skirt rising and he let out a strangled groan, looking down to see the tip of him brushing against her skin.

Without hesitating, Vincent crushed his lips harshly to hers and tasted the luscious combination of champagne and sex. His hips eased further against her, his shaft slid along her skin and God, it all felt so good.

Tifa ground back into him and tightened around his length, sliding slowly up until her thumb lightly grazed the broad head. He was slippery to touch and she rubbed the liquid all around him, feeling him quiver in her hand.

"Oh, that's good." Vincent's hand followed the bread crumbs back down to where her panties teased his fingers. Again, he promised penetration but didn't give it. She was drenched in sin and sex, and he should have felt guilty, but he couldn't. He slipped lower and pressed hard.

Those white panties was only thing stopping him from easing inside that tight cunt was her underwear. "Take them off for me." She didn't hesitate.

The elastic was torture as she took them off and no sooner had she done that, then Vincent snatched them out of her hand. "Mine." He put them into his pocket for safe keeping and placed his hand on her knee. Moist digits crept higher until Tifa's breath hitched when he reached his goal.

"You want me," he murmured throatily. The gunslinger rimmed her entrance and forced a tiny moan from her throat as she spread her legs for him. "Open up for me..." Silky walls stretched to fit and Vincent curled his fingers up, stroking her sweet spot.

Tifa suddenly jumped and let go of him, much to his frustration. "The ride's almost ended. We can't get caught with our pants… Quick. Gimme my panties back." She could feel her face burning ten shades of red as she saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

"No." Vincent itched to ignore the truth and continue. The way her soft hand kept sliding up and down had him wanting so much more. His eyes half rolled and flickered as he pulled away from the brunette to carefully tuck himself back into his pants. "Damn."

"Excuse me…" A man in uniform approached the tunnel just as the ride was finishing. He looked at the bright red brunette, and then looked again. He was sure she'd just been pulling her skirt down. "Can you both accompany me, please? The park warden would like to speak with you about some complaints."

Vincent and Tifa glanced at each other, and knew they were busted.