AN: No change to the story here, just fixed so hopefuly the paragraphs
aren't so big and Killer on the eyes.More "Reader Friendly" and no MSG
included ;]
Morning alone When you come home I breathe a little faster Every time we're together It'd never be the same If you're not here How can you stay away, away so long.
--
The mug of coffee had grown luke warm in her hands, when she'd sat down at the table she found she'd welcomed the warmth eminating from the pewter mug, not even noticing when her skin began to protest against the heat.
More often then not she'd found herself lost in the long dark corridors of her own mind, a place she kept to herself, Though her personality was always a positive upbeat experience for anyone she encountered, especially her friends...the young girl from Nibelhiem had her own dark places...moreso over the past year.
Not even the destruction of her own home had cut her deep as Clouds departure, so sudden, no letter of explanation, nothing... On some level deep inside of her Tifa thought she understood, though all of the companions has suffered throughout their Journey to save the Planet none had suffered as harshly as Cloud had...finding out a large perportion of his life had been a lie, discovering buried memories of cruel experamentation, having failed in so many ways...
But...what about her feelings?
What about her god damn feelings? Had she not suffered the same losses? Watched her hometown burn to the ground as had he? Watched in horror as Sephiroth took the life of possibly the most pure and kind soul on the planet? The last Ancient?
The Pewter mug cracked in her hands as she clenched it too tightly, bits of shards dug into her palms and fingers, no stranger to pain she merely watched with a grim fascination as her palms began to pool with blood...spilling out onto the table top to mix with the spilled coffee...the pain a dull throb that did nothing to match the ache in her heart.
Rising with a sigh she came back to reality...Cloud was gone...and while a thousand questions ran through her head to ask him...to scream at him...the fact was Cloud was only the tip of the iceberg, the tip of the emotional tidal wave...any love she'd felt for him was gone, like a flower killed in mid-bloom that would never be nurtured back to life again by his hands.
Tending to her cut hands she washed and cleaned them, then moved to clean up the table...by the time she'd finished her hands had begun to bleed anew...the cuts so deep that more serious medical attention would be needed.
Pushing the throbbing ache to the back of her mind Tifa cast her gaze out the window, fresh snow had fallen the night before and with the rising of the sun the fields behind her house were covered in a soft blanket of white that seemed to shimmer like diamonds in the sunlight, in the distance a small speck in the vast field was her friend and companion
Vincent Valentine...
But was friend an accurate description? Not with the thoughts flowing through her head as of late, and not with looks she'd seen from his eyes, no...friendship was slowly fading, instead there was a vast tension taking its place in between them...and if something wasn't done about it soon, the tension would harden into a rift that would be impossible for either of them to cross.
But each seemed deadlocked...unwilling or unable to make the move, to take the next step.
Closing her eyes against the stinging of her hands Tifa welcomed the distraction...there were probably jagged bits of pewter lodged in her palms...this would require her immdiate attention...leaving thoughts of Vincent on the back burner.
For now...
--
Why can't we stay together Give me a reason Give me a reason.
I, I don't wanna say it I don't wanna find another way Make it trough the day without you It's just another day
--
The snow crunched softly under her feet as she followed the only other pair of tracks out to the field, they stood out in the middle of the field alone by themselves, much like the owner of these tracks who would stand a lone in a crowd, who though part of their bizzare fellowship to save the world still prefered solitude...or so she'd thought.
Having no real place to go Vincent had returned to Nibelhiem with Cloud and Tifa, taking up residence in the old Shinra Mansion he figured it suited his needs...cold...lonely...a perfect prison of solitude, though Vincent managed to feed off of it...take pleasure from it...survive in its cold all encompasing grip...how he did so she couldn't begin to imagine, her mind traveled back to the broken pewter mug and she looked down at her bandaged hands...then again maybe she understood him better then she thought.
After Clouds departure Vincent had shown up at her door on a regular basis, at first Tifa reasoned he was merely offering her human companionship...a surprisingly warm gesture coming from him...they would eat meals together, go on walks occasionaly...even spend evenings in the Shinra Mansions library reading together, and as always wherever their destination took them Vincent always walked her back to her door.
Conversation was limited, at first she'd wondered at his silence, trying to figure out his moods was not an easy task as he kept his face an unreadble mask, whether this was left over from his Turk Training or the signs of man ravaged by the hurt of time she couldn't be sure, but soon the need for talking between them grew less, they still made polite small talk, but as time progressed a deeper bond formed between them...one that didn't rely so much on words, as expression and body language, in partaking of this Tifa realized that she had been welcomed into his world.
As The Shinra Mansion had no running water Vincent would come to her apartment each morning and evening to shower, at first Tifa merely accepted the fact...but slowly she began to think about him...up there alone under the running water...soon her simple thoughts turned quite vivid...and now whenever she heard him in the shower her thoughts progressed to full blown fantasy...the likes of which she could never tell him about.
In the beginning Vincent had locked the bathroom door, prefering to take no chances on intrusion during his privacy, but as their bond progressed Tifa sensed a change in his guard and his mood, sometimes she would catch him staring at her out of the corner of her eye...other times she could swear he was watching her from the corners of his own eyes...now he'd grown so bold as to allow her to catch him looking at her...and she the same...and now when she listened to Vincent make his way up the stairs and down the hall to her bathroom she listened for the click of the lock being turned in place...and now more often then not there was no click...the door was not locked...was it merely Vincent forgetting to lock the door? had he become so complacent in day to day life? Or was this an invitation...an unlocked door to enter and make her fantasy a reality...
There was only one way to find out...
--
Making the time Find the right lines What do I have to tell you
--
The air was cold and crisp, causing her to cough when she'd first set foot outdoors, but now that she'd adjusted to the chill in the air she found her travel much easier though she was bundled up tightly with the exception of her hands which sported white bandages, her breath a warm fog trailing out of her mouth much like the smoke from her foul mouthed friend and pilot of the highwind Cid, such a comparison brought a flicker of a smile to her face, but as she climbed over a small rise in the field and saw Vincent her smile turned into an "O" of surprise.
He was standing shirtless in the middle of the snowy field, the cold weather that gave her a slight chill even through a layer of warm clothing seemed not to faze him, sweat ran in rivulets down his face and bare chest, his cybernectic apendage seemed equally uneffected by the cold, Tifa saw for the first time the twisted and cruel yet precision work of Hojo...his tinkerings with Vincents mortal body had resulted in the mechanical part of Vincent as unnatural as it was appear...natural...as if it had belonged there all his life, it was beautiful she decided as she gazed in awe at his chisled stomach, rock hard muscle stood out and even from her half hidden position she could see no body fat on him...just muscle.
In addition to her surprise at seeing him shirtless she was additionly surprised to see the sword in his hand...using it with the expertise that only a true swordsman could equal he weaved firm and steadily slow patterns slicing the air, his muscles tense he was clearly in another place at the moment, and watching him Tifa was sweapt up in the graceful way he handled the blade...a small Katana that could easily sever a mans arm if put to such use.
Coming to stop at the top of the rise she watched him...hypnotized by his movements, so caught up in him she didn't notice when his head turned her way as if sensing he was not alone, a slight flicker in his eyes told her that he did not mind her intrusion on his practice, with a movement that she would have missed had she blinked he sheathed the sword, picking up his shirt from the snowy ground he tied it around his waist and slowly approached her.
However as he got close enough to see the bandages on her hands his paced quickened until he was standing in front of her, taking her hands gently in his own his eyes expressed concern, then slowly he began to unwrap the bandages from her hands until he could take in the angry red cuts where the pewter had sliced her skin, he looked up into her eyes as if silently asking why, holding her gaze he reached into his pocket and withdrew a small shimmering orb of green, his fingers gently tracing the deep cuts on her hands, taking both her hands in his he placed the green orb in between her palms and cupped his hands around hers in turn, she was surprised to discover his hands were warm despite the cold around them.
Slowly a warmth began to gather in their hands, Tifa realized he was using a cure spell on her, and by the time his hands drew away from hers the damage had been repaired, slowly he uncurled her hands and returned the Materia to his pocket, raising his eyes to meet hers again he motioned towards the house with a barely perceptable nod of his head, locked in his gaze it was all she could do to nod in return, taking her arm gently in his he helped her down the slippery rise in the hill, at the bottom he released her from his grip but stayed close to her side The contact between them sent a warm glow up her arm, and when Vincent released her and took up position beside her Tifa felt as though she had been deprived of something that made her complete...his touch.
She knew then without a doubt that it was time to cross the growing rift in between them, even if it cost them their friendship, she knew it was a risk she had to take.
--
I'm just trying to hold on to something (Trying to hold on to something good) Give us a chance to make it.
Don't wanna hold on to never I'm not that strong I'm not that strong
--
Night had fallen, as usual Tifa had taken refuge in her favorite chair by the window, from this vantage point she could see Vincent's approach from the mansion across the street, pretending to read she watched him approach and stop outside her door, without knocking he entered and closed the door behind him, giving her a small nod of greeting he walked past her and upstairs to the bathroom.
Normaly Tifa would have taken this opportunity to go to the kitchen and begin preperations for dinner, when Vincent finished he would come down and help her, then the two would enjoy a quiet dinner before returning to The Mansion Library, some nights Vincent would even produce a bottle of wine that they would drink sparingly from as they enjoyed each others company and the fire.
But tonight Tifa had other plans.
Listening quietly she found was almost impossible over the beating of her own heart, listening for that small click the signified the locking of the door, if he did then all the courage she'd worked up would be all for naught...but as she listened over the pounding of her own heart she heard the water come on upstairs and Vincent slip in to the tub, standing up perhaps too quickly she approached the bottom of the stairs and gazed up...
Slipping out of her boots she began to climb the stairs barefoot...
As she approached the halfway point between the middle of the stairs and the second floor she slipped her white tanktop over her head and let it fall to the stairs...she wore nothing underneath.
At the top of the stairs she slid the leather minskirt down over her hips and to the floor, as with her tanktop she wore nothing underneath. Pausing outside the bathroom door she took a deep breath to calm herself, what if the door had been locked and she hadn't heard it? Here she would be standing naked outside the bathroom door...what a fool she would look!
There was only one way to find out...hand trembling she reached out and tested the door knob.
The door opened with a barely audible click...with one more deep breath Tifa cast her fears and doubts aside and stepped inside, the steam from the hot water filled the bathroom and carressed her skin...but that wasn't the carress she longed to feel, shutting the door behind her Tifa moved to the shower...
--
I, I don't wanna say it I don't wanna find another way Make it trough the day without you I, I can't resist Trying to find exactly what I miss It's just another day without you.
--
She drew the shower curtain back slowly, giving him time to react, he turned and when he saw her the unreadble mask of his face was for a second lowered, his eyes widened ever so briefly in...what was it? Surprise? Fear? She stood before him completely nude waiting for his silent permission.
He was perfect...from his head to his feet there was no flaw that she could see on his body, his cybernetic appendage be damned, it was beautiful just like the rest of him, his eyes gazed deeply into hers as if peering into her very soul for an explanation for her actions, but then his gaze calmed and softened as he realized that he not only knew the reasons for her actions...he shared them, stepping aside he allowed her room to join him, the tub being big enough to fit them both.
She stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain shut, standing in front of his she stood looking into his eyes, then raising a hand she slowly ran her fingers over the line of his jaw tracing the outline, her fingers slowly trailed down his throat and then her hand down his chest stopping at his hips.
"Tifa" the word was more of a rush of air escaping his mouth as she drew closer
"Vincent..." she whispered tracing his lips with her finger, then raising her head she pressed her lips to his.
It was the sweetest kiss she'd ever known.
His good arm wrapped around her waist, reluctant to touch her with what he considered his disgusting apendage he was surprised as she took it firmly in her own hand and encouraged him to follow suit with his other hand, all the while never breaking the kiss.
When they finally broke the kiss there was a look like no other she'd ever seen in his eyes, reaching out she grabbed the bar of soap from the side of the tub and began to wash away the dirt and sweat of the day from his body, kneading his muscles and massaging his back she pressed herself close to him, when she'd finished he took the bar of soap from her and proceeded to do the same.
His soapy hands caressed her body, paying extra attention to her breasts, coaxing her nipples to hardness he pressed himself closely to her, she could tell he was beginning to give in to the pleasure as she felt him growing hard.
When he'd finished washing her throughly she captured his lips in a kiss her fingers tracing their way down his chest this time going past his hips until her hand wrapped firmly around him, causing him to groan against her lips, taking this as a sign of pleasure she moved her hand back and forth eliciting another groan against her lips, which she echoed as she felt him growing harder in her hand.
To her surprise he broke the kiss, with his good hand he gently detached her hand from him, when she gazed up at him questioningly he pressed a finger to her lips, shutting the water off he picked her up, carrying her easily as if she weighed little more then a feather, her head began to spin as she realized he was carrying her towards her bedroom...her fantasy was about to come true.
--
Why can't you stay forever Just give me a reason Give me a reason.
--
Laying her gently on the bed Vincent stared down at her, smiling up at him Tifa spread her legs ever so slightly offering herself to him, it was all the invitation he needed, lowering himself gently on top of her he slid into her.
A shuddering sigh of pleasure escaped from her mouth and she whispered his name as she felt him fill her completely, his body trembled against hers as he began a slow and steady pace, his lips and tongue gently caressing her nipples then moving towards her lips.
The kiss took her breath away and she began to whimper against his lips, her tongue explored the inside of his mouth only to be met by his, intertwining like their bodies against the sheets they danced against each other, sliding and caressing.
A light sheen of sweat began to break out on her skin as she felt her beat quicken, his pace quicken, she could feel his body as well beginning to sweat, the moisture between them allowed their bodies to slide against each other, back and forth, the feel of his bare skin against his was like the touch of the softest silk.
Caressing her face with his good hand he planted soft kisses on her neck, nipping at the skin, holding himself in place with his other hand, his breathing quickened and he realized he was on the verge of losing control.
Likewise Tifa's breath was coming in short gasps, her moans were growing in pitch and volume, she was on a rollercoaster ride that was going nowhere but up, and as his pace quickened she did her best to match each thrust of his hips with her own, but after another moment she realized that was spilling over the edge into a mind numbing world of pleasure, her cries echoed throughout the room his name spilling from her lips repeatedly as their bodies reached climax at the same time and they shared a journey unlike anything they'd ever experienced before...
--
An hour later she dozed lightly in his arms, though a fresh blanket of snow covered the ground outside their bodies provided more then enough heat to make even the silk bed sheet atop of them seem like a wool blanket, Tifa opened her eyes and smiled as she saw Vincent next to her, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling gently, casting her glance outside she watched the snow fall in the moonlight, then with a sigh of comfort she closed her eyes and nestled herself as close as she could to him.
And slept.
--
When you come home I breath a little faster Every time we're together It'd never be the same If you're not here
-FIN-
Morning alone When you come home I breathe a little faster Every time we're together It'd never be the same If you're not here How can you stay away, away so long.
--
The mug of coffee had grown luke warm in her hands, when she'd sat down at the table she found she'd welcomed the warmth eminating from the pewter mug, not even noticing when her skin began to protest against the heat.
More often then not she'd found herself lost in the long dark corridors of her own mind, a place she kept to herself, Though her personality was always a positive upbeat experience for anyone she encountered, especially her friends...the young girl from Nibelhiem had her own dark places...moreso over the past year.
Not even the destruction of her own home had cut her deep as Clouds departure, so sudden, no letter of explanation, nothing... On some level deep inside of her Tifa thought she understood, though all of the companions has suffered throughout their Journey to save the Planet none had suffered as harshly as Cloud had...finding out a large perportion of his life had been a lie, discovering buried memories of cruel experamentation, having failed in so many ways...
But...what about her feelings?
What about her god damn feelings? Had she not suffered the same losses? Watched her hometown burn to the ground as had he? Watched in horror as Sephiroth took the life of possibly the most pure and kind soul on the planet? The last Ancient?
The Pewter mug cracked in her hands as she clenched it too tightly, bits of shards dug into her palms and fingers, no stranger to pain she merely watched with a grim fascination as her palms began to pool with blood...spilling out onto the table top to mix with the spilled coffee...the pain a dull throb that did nothing to match the ache in her heart.
Rising with a sigh she came back to reality...Cloud was gone...and while a thousand questions ran through her head to ask him...to scream at him...the fact was Cloud was only the tip of the iceberg, the tip of the emotional tidal wave...any love she'd felt for him was gone, like a flower killed in mid-bloom that would never be nurtured back to life again by his hands.
Tending to her cut hands she washed and cleaned them, then moved to clean up the table...by the time she'd finished her hands had begun to bleed anew...the cuts so deep that more serious medical attention would be needed.
Pushing the throbbing ache to the back of her mind Tifa cast her gaze out the window, fresh snow had fallen the night before and with the rising of the sun the fields behind her house were covered in a soft blanket of white that seemed to shimmer like diamonds in the sunlight, in the distance a small speck in the vast field was her friend and companion
Vincent Valentine...
But was friend an accurate description? Not with the thoughts flowing through her head as of late, and not with looks she'd seen from his eyes, no...friendship was slowly fading, instead there was a vast tension taking its place in between them...and if something wasn't done about it soon, the tension would harden into a rift that would be impossible for either of them to cross.
But each seemed deadlocked...unwilling or unable to make the move, to take the next step.
Closing her eyes against the stinging of her hands Tifa welcomed the distraction...there were probably jagged bits of pewter lodged in her palms...this would require her immdiate attention...leaving thoughts of Vincent on the back burner.
For now...
--
Why can't we stay together Give me a reason Give me a reason.
I, I don't wanna say it I don't wanna find another way Make it trough the day without you It's just another day
--
The snow crunched softly under her feet as she followed the only other pair of tracks out to the field, they stood out in the middle of the field alone by themselves, much like the owner of these tracks who would stand a lone in a crowd, who though part of their bizzare fellowship to save the world still prefered solitude...or so she'd thought.
Having no real place to go Vincent had returned to Nibelhiem with Cloud and Tifa, taking up residence in the old Shinra Mansion he figured it suited his needs...cold...lonely...a perfect prison of solitude, though Vincent managed to feed off of it...take pleasure from it...survive in its cold all encompasing grip...how he did so she couldn't begin to imagine, her mind traveled back to the broken pewter mug and she looked down at her bandaged hands...then again maybe she understood him better then she thought.
After Clouds departure Vincent had shown up at her door on a regular basis, at first Tifa reasoned he was merely offering her human companionship...a surprisingly warm gesture coming from him...they would eat meals together, go on walks occasionaly...even spend evenings in the Shinra Mansions library reading together, and as always wherever their destination took them Vincent always walked her back to her door.
Conversation was limited, at first she'd wondered at his silence, trying to figure out his moods was not an easy task as he kept his face an unreadble mask, whether this was left over from his Turk Training or the signs of man ravaged by the hurt of time she couldn't be sure, but soon the need for talking between them grew less, they still made polite small talk, but as time progressed a deeper bond formed between them...one that didn't rely so much on words, as expression and body language, in partaking of this Tifa realized that she had been welcomed into his world.
As The Shinra Mansion had no running water Vincent would come to her apartment each morning and evening to shower, at first Tifa merely accepted the fact...but slowly she began to think about him...up there alone under the running water...soon her simple thoughts turned quite vivid...and now whenever she heard him in the shower her thoughts progressed to full blown fantasy...the likes of which she could never tell him about.
In the beginning Vincent had locked the bathroom door, prefering to take no chances on intrusion during his privacy, but as their bond progressed Tifa sensed a change in his guard and his mood, sometimes she would catch him staring at her out of the corner of her eye...other times she could swear he was watching her from the corners of his own eyes...now he'd grown so bold as to allow her to catch him looking at her...and she the same...and now when she listened to Vincent make his way up the stairs and down the hall to her bathroom she listened for the click of the lock being turned in place...and now more often then not there was no click...the door was not locked...was it merely Vincent forgetting to lock the door? had he become so complacent in day to day life? Or was this an invitation...an unlocked door to enter and make her fantasy a reality...
There was only one way to find out...
--
Making the time Find the right lines What do I have to tell you
--
The air was cold and crisp, causing her to cough when she'd first set foot outdoors, but now that she'd adjusted to the chill in the air she found her travel much easier though she was bundled up tightly with the exception of her hands which sported white bandages, her breath a warm fog trailing out of her mouth much like the smoke from her foul mouthed friend and pilot of the highwind Cid, such a comparison brought a flicker of a smile to her face, but as she climbed over a small rise in the field and saw Vincent her smile turned into an "O" of surprise.
He was standing shirtless in the middle of the snowy field, the cold weather that gave her a slight chill even through a layer of warm clothing seemed not to faze him, sweat ran in rivulets down his face and bare chest, his cybernectic apendage seemed equally uneffected by the cold, Tifa saw for the first time the twisted and cruel yet precision work of Hojo...his tinkerings with Vincents mortal body had resulted in the mechanical part of Vincent as unnatural as it was appear...natural...as if it had belonged there all his life, it was beautiful she decided as she gazed in awe at his chisled stomach, rock hard muscle stood out and even from her half hidden position she could see no body fat on him...just muscle.
In addition to her surprise at seeing him shirtless she was additionly surprised to see the sword in his hand...using it with the expertise that only a true swordsman could equal he weaved firm and steadily slow patterns slicing the air, his muscles tense he was clearly in another place at the moment, and watching him Tifa was sweapt up in the graceful way he handled the blade...a small Katana that could easily sever a mans arm if put to such use.
Coming to stop at the top of the rise she watched him...hypnotized by his movements, so caught up in him she didn't notice when his head turned her way as if sensing he was not alone, a slight flicker in his eyes told her that he did not mind her intrusion on his practice, with a movement that she would have missed had she blinked he sheathed the sword, picking up his shirt from the snowy ground he tied it around his waist and slowly approached her.
However as he got close enough to see the bandages on her hands his paced quickened until he was standing in front of her, taking her hands gently in his own his eyes expressed concern, then slowly he began to unwrap the bandages from her hands until he could take in the angry red cuts where the pewter had sliced her skin, he looked up into her eyes as if silently asking why, holding her gaze he reached into his pocket and withdrew a small shimmering orb of green, his fingers gently tracing the deep cuts on her hands, taking both her hands in his he placed the green orb in between her palms and cupped his hands around hers in turn, she was surprised to discover his hands were warm despite the cold around them.
Slowly a warmth began to gather in their hands, Tifa realized he was using a cure spell on her, and by the time his hands drew away from hers the damage had been repaired, slowly he uncurled her hands and returned the Materia to his pocket, raising his eyes to meet hers again he motioned towards the house with a barely perceptable nod of his head, locked in his gaze it was all she could do to nod in return, taking her arm gently in his he helped her down the slippery rise in the hill, at the bottom he released her from his grip but stayed close to her side The contact between them sent a warm glow up her arm, and when Vincent released her and took up position beside her Tifa felt as though she had been deprived of something that made her complete...his touch.
She knew then without a doubt that it was time to cross the growing rift in between them, even if it cost them their friendship, she knew it was a risk she had to take.
--
I'm just trying to hold on to something (Trying to hold on to something good) Give us a chance to make it.
Don't wanna hold on to never I'm not that strong I'm not that strong
--
Night had fallen, as usual Tifa had taken refuge in her favorite chair by the window, from this vantage point she could see Vincent's approach from the mansion across the street, pretending to read she watched him approach and stop outside her door, without knocking he entered and closed the door behind him, giving her a small nod of greeting he walked past her and upstairs to the bathroom.
Normaly Tifa would have taken this opportunity to go to the kitchen and begin preperations for dinner, when Vincent finished he would come down and help her, then the two would enjoy a quiet dinner before returning to The Mansion Library, some nights Vincent would even produce a bottle of wine that they would drink sparingly from as they enjoyed each others company and the fire.
But tonight Tifa had other plans.
Listening quietly she found was almost impossible over the beating of her own heart, listening for that small click the signified the locking of the door, if he did then all the courage she'd worked up would be all for naught...but as she listened over the pounding of her own heart she heard the water come on upstairs and Vincent slip in to the tub, standing up perhaps too quickly she approached the bottom of the stairs and gazed up...
Slipping out of her boots she began to climb the stairs barefoot...
As she approached the halfway point between the middle of the stairs and the second floor she slipped her white tanktop over her head and let it fall to the stairs...she wore nothing underneath.
At the top of the stairs she slid the leather minskirt down over her hips and to the floor, as with her tanktop she wore nothing underneath. Pausing outside the bathroom door she took a deep breath to calm herself, what if the door had been locked and she hadn't heard it? Here she would be standing naked outside the bathroom door...what a fool she would look!
There was only one way to find out...hand trembling she reached out and tested the door knob.
The door opened with a barely audible click...with one more deep breath Tifa cast her fears and doubts aside and stepped inside, the steam from the hot water filled the bathroom and carressed her skin...but that wasn't the carress she longed to feel, shutting the door behind her Tifa moved to the shower...
--
I, I don't wanna say it I don't wanna find another way Make it trough the day without you I, I can't resist Trying to find exactly what I miss It's just another day without you.
--
She drew the shower curtain back slowly, giving him time to react, he turned and when he saw her the unreadble mask of his face was for a second lowered, his eyes widened ever so briefly in...what was it? Surprise? Fear? She stood before him completely nude waiting for his silent permission.
He was perfect...from his head to his feet there was no flaw that she could see on his body, his cybernetic appendage be damned, it was beautiful just like the rest of him, his eyes gazed deeply into hers as if peering into her very soul for an explanation for her actions, but then his gaze calmed and softened as he realized that he not only knew the reasons for her actions...he shared them, stepping aside he allowed her room to join him, the tub being big enough to fit them both.
She stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain shut, standing in front of his she stood looking into his eyes, then raising a hand she slowly ran her fingers over the line of his jaw tracing the outline, her fingers slowly trailed down his throat and then her hand down his chest stopping at his hips.
"Tifa" the word was more of a rush of air escaping his mouth as she drew closer
"Vincent..." she whispered tracing his lips with her finger, then raising her head she pressed her lips to his.
It was the sweetest kiss she'd ever known.
His good arm wrapped around her waist, reluctant to touch her with what he considered his disgusting apendage he was surprised as she took it firmly in her own hand and encouraged him to follow suit with his other hand, all the while never breaking the kiss.
When they finally broke the kiss there was a look like no other she'd ever seen in his eyes, reaching out she grabbed the bar of soap from the side of the tub and began to wash away the dirt and sweat of the day from his body, kneading his muscles and massaging his back she pressed herself close to him, when she'd finished he took the bar of soap from her and proceeded to do the same.
His soapy hands caressed her body, paying extra attention to her breasts, coaxing her nipples to hardness he pressed himself closely to her, she could tell he was beginning to give in to the pleasure as she felt him growing hard.
When he'd finished washing her throughly she captured his lips in a kiss her fingers tracing their way down his chest this time going past his hips until her hand wrapped firmly around him, causing him to groan against her lips, taking this as a sign of pleasure she moved her hand back and forth eliciting another groan against her lips, which she echoed as she felt him growing harder in her hand.
To her surprise he broke the kiss, with his good hand he gently detached her hand from him, when she gazed up at him questioningly he pressed a finger to her lips, shutting the water off he picked her up, carrying her easily as if she weighed little more then a feather, her head began to spin as she realized he was carrying her towards her bedroom...her fantasy was about to come true.
--
Why can't you stay forever Just give me a reason Give me a reason.
--
Laying her gently on the bed Vincent stared down at her, smiling up at him Tifa spread her legs ever so slightly offering herself to him, it was all the invitation he needed, lowering himself gently on top of her he slid into her.
A shuddering sigh of pleasure escaped from her mouth and she whispered his name as she felt him fill her completely, his body trembled against hers as he began a slow and steady pace, his lips and tongue gently caressing her nipples then moving towards her lips.
The kiss took her breath away and she began to whimper against his lips, her tongue explored the inside of his mouth only to be met by his, intertwining like their bodies against the sheets they danced against each other, sliding and caressing.
A light sheen of sweat began to break out on her skin as she felt her beat quicken, his pace quicken, she could feel his body as well beginning to sweat, the moisture between them allowed their bodies to slide against each other, back and forth, the feel of his bare skin against his was like the touch of the softest silk.
Caressing her face with his good hand he planted soft kisses on her neck, nipping at the skin, holding himself in place with his other hand, his breathing quickened and he realized he was on the verge of losing control.
Likewise Tifa's breath was coming in short gasps, her moans were growing in pitch and volume, she was on a rollercoaster ride that was going nowhere but up, and as his pace quickened she did her best to match each thrust of his hips with her own, but after another moment she realized that was spilling over the edge into a mind numbing world of pleasure, her cries echoed throughout the room his name spilling from her lips repeatedly as their bodies reached climax at the same time and they shared a journey unlike anything they'd ever experienced before...
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An hour later she dozed lightly in his arms, though a fresh blanket of snow covered the ground outside their bodies provided more then enough heat to make even the silk bed sheet atop of them seem like a wool blanket, Tifa opened her eyes and smiled as she saw Vincent next to her, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling gently, casting her glance outside she watched the snow fall in the moonlight, then with a sigh of comfort she closed her eyes and nestled herself as close as she could to him.
And slept.
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When you come home I breath a little faster Every time we're together It'd never be the same If you're not here
-FIN-