Author's note: I do not own Yuffie, Godo, Vincent, Wutai, Avalanche, Turtle's paradise, or any other square-related characters/ideas I might have forgotten. The storyline, however, is pretty much mine, so backoff. That said, I hope you enjoy this; please R&R.
Secret Service
Chapter one: Introduction
It was another muggy, lonely summer night. For what had to be the hundredth time in the year, Princess Yuffie Kisaragi found herself plastered at the bar, drinking alone. Nothing new, nothing interesting was going on. Just like every other night after one of her disastrous omiai dates.
She sighed, setting her fifteenth empty shot glass down on the bar. The last time she went on anything remotely resembling a real, spontaneous date was when AVALANCHE had been at the Gold Saucer for the night and she had convinced Vincent Valentine to walk around with her. Even though he hadn't really argued about going, he'd been stiff and even more formal than usual- she hadn't made any physical contact with him the entire time. So it didn't really count, but that was the best she had.
Since pretty little princesses weren't supposed to go out drinking after dark, Yuffie always wore a heavy cloak that obscured her face and body. No one seemed to recognize her, or at least they pretended they didn't, so everyone was happy. Maybe if she actually walked up to someone and started a conversation... She shook her head.
Yuffie had really thought her life would change when she came back from saving the world. She'd hoped the people of Wutai would accept her as the strong young woman she had become, instead of continuing to force her to try to "Act more feminine" and "Become more delicate." After all, "What man would want a woman he knows can think for herself?" Once, on an omiai, she'd suggested to the nobleman she was with that they sneak off to somewhere they could be more casual, and he'd nearly died of a heart attack.
Sighing yet again, she pushed away from the bar, throwing the money for the drinks down, and began to wobble towards the door. The owner of the Turtle's Paradise, who knew her identity, called out a farewell, and from a corner of the bar, a man with fiery eyes rose and followed her discreetly.
Even in her inebriated state, Yuffie knew someone was following her. Pulling her cloak up more to better obscure her features, she turned around to face whoever it was, only to find an empty street. Blinking, she started to turn back around and head for home, but to her surprise, a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her the other way, to face a cloaked figure.
"Who are you?" She queried, voice tight, if not a little slurred from all the drinking. Even in her surprise and slight fear, she noticed the huge warmth of what she now knew was a tall, if not very muscular, man.
"Someone who hates to see you do this to yourself, but has no choice." Replied a deep, somehow familiar voice from the darkness of his hood. "Why do you hurt yourself this way?" He asked, gesturing at the bar's bright lights, now a ways away. His hold on her arm loosened to almost a caress, as if trying to lure her into a false sense of relaxation.
"Exactly why is it your concern?" She asked in a deceptively gentle voice, trying to figure out what the man wanted from her. The princess's free hand slid over the length of her concealed dagger, as she considered starting a fight. The only problem with fighting at the moment, of course, was her slightly drunken and not particularly stable state.
"..." Someone opened the back door of the bar, and light flashed for a moment, revealing burgundy eyes. "Yuffie..." He sighed, and pulled her close for a moment, something the ninja found both surprising and exciting.
"You..." She started to speak, but he squeezed her a little tighter, and she could feel that the stranger was aroused. He was shaking slightly. "Ah." After he continued to hold her and she still couldn't think of anything to say, she cautiously brought her arms up to return the embrace, clasping her hands around his waist.
After a time, he leaned forward and whispered, his breath feathering hotly against her ear. "Go home, ninja girl, where it's safe." And that was it. He was gone in a flash, and so quickly she was too dazed to see which direction he'd gone off in.
xoxoxo
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Tonight Vincent had really outdone himself, jumping out at her from the dark light a mugger. And then he'd had a long moment of stupidity in which he'd held her close. It went against protocol, it went against tradition, and it put his job in jeopardy. What if someone had seen him? What if Yuffie had recognized him? He frowned.
From now on, he would definitely need to hold back better. She'd be happy with someone else eventually, someone everyone in Wutai approved of, with a legitimate title and rank. Someone with a fortune to be at her disposal, who hadn't been disowned by the mother country fifty years ago. Someone... someone who wasn't a monster like he was.
Jumping onto a roof to watch the princess's unsteady walk home, he frowned. As her unsung protector, he shouldn't have such thoughts at all. Who the woman married was none of his concern. It was unfaithful to the memory of Lucretia and to his homeland, and he should eliminate those feelings from his mind as best he could.
But there was something about her that made it very hard to leave her alone. Maybe her intense unhappiness, the sadness in her she tried to hide with the babbling and thieving and spunky attitude. The side of her that only he could see, because he knew her disguises and tricks. Like how sometimes when the team was out adventuring and her lip would quiver once or twice as she smiled her big, fake grin and announced she was going off to look for materia. He had followed her, even then, and knew she left to fight, or even to cry. The station into which she'd been born had caused her to live a lonely, excluded life.
Sometimes, after she'd gone to sleep and his work for the day was done, he would catch himself sitting on the roof of her home, just above her bedroom, fantasizing about rescuing her, taking her away from her restrictive title and traditions, to where she could be free. Of course, he knew that such a miracle would never happen, because even if she wanted to escape, she wouldn't want to do it with a fearful thing like him. Hopefully, Godo would find someone worth her time, if there was such a person, and she could find happiness at last.
As she disappeared into her house, Vincent hopped off the building and headed for the window by her room, where he spent most of his nights obscured by some bushes. Walking up to the open window, he peeked in to see that she was okay.
Yuffie was standing in her room, talking to herself as she got undressed. "Who exactly was that?" She asked herself, pulling off the cloak, her shoes already discarded by the door. "He was so strong... and he smelled good." She slipped out of her tank top and shorts, leaving her in her underwear, good attire for summer sleeping. "And he was hard, too..." She giggled.
In the darkness, Vincent blushed bright. She'd been able to feel that? A fresh wave of guilt rolled over him, and he sat down as she climbed into bed. But she hadn't been afraid or upset. Why, she'd smiled about it as she climbed into her bed. Maybe it was because she hadn't known it was him? Comprehension dawned on him. That had to be it. Sighing, he settled in for the night. At least he'd gotten to hold her, just once, and now had a more physical memory of her to treasure. And she'd held him back, even if it was simply because she was smashed and horny.
Looking up at the moon in the darkness, Chaos spoke to him. "You know she would have run screaming if she knew it was you." He said in a vindictive, biting tone.
"I know, I know. Now let me sleep." He murmured, slightly hurt by the painful, truthful words.
xoxoxo
In her bedroom, Yuffie grew hot simply remembering the stranger who'd embraced her in the street. Their bodies had been so close... Smiling, she ran her hand down her stomach and under the edge of her simple green panties, cupping her womanhood gently. He'd been hard, hard because of her. She pressed lightly, drawing in a breath at the intensity of the sensation, then regained her wits and pressed again, moaning softly as she began to move the pressure of her touch from side to side, and in little circles.
She wondered if the man had thought of doing this to her himself. She wouldn't have fought him. Any other man she'd been near could count on a few lost fingers for even putting a hand on her knee, but there had been something about the stranger she liked. Something she could understand. She wondered what he'd been thinking about to make him so aroused. He had to know who she was, the cloak obscured her features to the point where it was hard to tell her gender, let alone if she was attractive. Or maybe it was just the shock of realizing she was a woman that had done it to him.
As her hand sped up, driving her to her climax, she pictured the hooded figure, his hardness, his concern. She imagined it was his hands all over her body, not her own. Somehow, the image of the shadowed figure melted into an image of Vincent, and she welcomed the new level to her fantasy. The gunner was her first real crush, and even if he hadn't been interested, he was still interesting to her. "Vincent…" Moving her hand in just the right way, her climax hit her in a wave. And she tried her best to keep quiet.
xoxoxo
Vincent lay wide-eyed under the window, trying to ignore the sounds form Yuffie's bedroom. It got a lot harder, though, when she started softly moaning his name in the hot summer night. Had she recognized him after all? He shifted, his current erection becoming almost painful at the thought, and tried his best to sleep, a feat his well-trained body managed after several minutes, Chaos's laughter echoing cruelly through his mind.
