Final Fantasy VII SQUARE-ENIX. Well, here goes nothing…U
Vincent came back with a most unusual smile, she looked at him weird, and it just didn't suit him.
"What's up with you?"
"Cid's awake and doing good" he removed his jacket.
"Is he? Can we go see him?"
"Certainly, but let me eat something first."
"Oh joy! We'll be leaving this town of chauvinists soon! Yay!"
"Err…Tifa…food?"
"Oh right…"
She shoved a plate with boiled vegetables…he looked at them and decided to give it a try.
It was surprisingly good.
"Hurry! I want go meet Cid!"
XX
Professor Ismaloth welcomed them and they could hear Cid shouting from the bed. Tifa ran to him and gave him a big hug.
"Hey sweetie-pie!"
She lightly hit his head.
"So I guess that means you're doing fine."
"Well, I can't walk" he knocked on the plaster and Tifa grabbed a pencil.
"So, you took care of the princess?" Cid asked Vincent.
"Princess?" he thought he said because of her pink dress "That really suits her nicely considering it took her forever to cook at least."
She gave him a mean stare and started scribbling on his leg.
"Huh? Flying Pervert!"
"That should keep you faithful for a while. So ,when will you be ready to go?"
"I hope soon!"
"I'm afraid Mr. Highwind needs some more time here with me, but don't fret Miss Lockhart, I'm taking good care of him" he took her hands with care but Tifa removed them with an awkward sensation.
"Oh excuse me…"
"It's…sorry…It's just I don't like to be touched much."
"Well, we should let him rest some more" added Vincent "We'll bring you something to eat soon."
"Hey Tif, what about my kiss?"
"Humph!" she moved her hands to her waist approaching him with a mischievous look.
"O-ok…never mind" he shook his hands.
Tifa bent and gave him a kiss in the lips.
"There, you can say I keep my promises."
"I can't wait to get hurt once more then…"
"I'll be sure you're dead if you try anything Highwind!"
"Any way we could get out of here Professor? Any map?"
He shook his head.
"Nope, we don't keep maps, the villagers don't want people outside to know of this place."
"There has to be one!" he insisted.
"Perhaps Mr. Wotton…ask him."
XX
As they arrived home Tifa let herself go on the couch taking her coat off, she threw it the ground.
Vincent picked it up and placed it where it belonged, and did the same with his jacket.
"Aren't you just a little bit too perfectionist?"
"I just like order, I understand that is completely unlike you."
He sat near her, she was making a braid with one of her locks.
"We have to convince that Mr.Wotton to give us his map."
"If he has one…" she added.
"I'm sure he has…"
Tifa stared a bit at Vincent, his face looked seriously concerned and she got up and moved near him.
"Hum?"
She kissed him in the lips lightly.
"What was that for?"
"I promised, remember? Besides, I thought you might need something to cheer up."
"Well, you should be more eager than me to get out of here….and I really don't see anything interesting in a smooch…" he let his head fall back on the sofa.
"Are you saying I'm a bad kisser?"
"Was that even a kiss? Seriously, I pity your adolescence."
She hit him with a pillow.
"Look whose talking, the guy who slept in a coffin for years…when was the last time you kissed?"
"I can't remember honestly…but I'm sure kissing hasn't been reduced to this."
"Fine" she kneed beside him and closed her eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Kiss me in the fitting way then."
"You're seriously bored aren't you?" he got up amused but Tifa pulled his arm.
"Get back here you coward!"
It seemed so wrong but still a challenge is a challenge.
"Fine…" he grabbed her chin with his hand and crushed inside her. His tongue had no problem moving further and Tifa felt weird. Weather he had been too aggressive or she was simply unaware of wad she had coming she had kept her eyes wide open.
He released her shortly letting her breath, her face ten shades of red but then she got up and slapped his face.
Vincent was left amused while Tifa went straight to the bedroom closing the door behind.
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