A/N: Since SOOO much of you asked for a sequel...here goes one. Sorry it took me so long, hehe. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Will I ever get the right?

000

He could feel her stare burn on the back of his head.

Of course, he would never catch her staring at him. Not wanting to face that awkward moment where she would look away, embarrassed to be caught in such an act. So he remained to act oblivious because it was so much easier that way, for the both of them.

But tonight was different..he could tell that she was acting less like herself whenever they were in a room together. Even with Cloud, her mind seemed to be drowning in a daydream. They weren't together, no. Cloud and Tifa would always remain friends, nothing more. Their friendship was far more rewarding than a romantic relationship between a man and a woman. Even so, Vincent would catch Cloud staring at her with that look of admiration in his eyes. He couldn't blame the guy, Tifa was a stunning woman with a heart of gold.

Of course, the thought of her did pass through his mind a couple of times. More times than he would like to admit, but she was off limits. He was too afraid of the consequences if they stepped over that line of friendship and onto the side of lovers. Afraid of causing problems amongst the group, and he hated to be the center of everyone's attention. And most of all, afraid of the rejection he was sure was his. So he stayed away, kept his distance from her. He decided it was going to be like that because he believed it was the only way things could go between them.

But did he want more?

He did. More so than ever. The more he wanted, the farther away he stayed. And the longer he avoided her, the harder it became to suppress his feelings. Yes, Tifa Lockhart drove Vincent Valentine crazy.

He wondered when it was when he started to feel these types of emotions for her. He started to think back to the time when he first met her back in the Shinra mansion. She may not have cowered in his presence, but he still saw the fear in her eyes.

Vincent sighed at that last thought. That was another reason why they couldn't be. His past. It seemed to not want to let go of him, or maybe it was the other way around. He was too enwrapped up in his past mistakes that he was blinded to see what the present had in store for him. But even so, there was that voice in the back of his head that told him otherwise. A small glimmer of hope, that maybe, just maybe something could happen between them. But he would always ignore that voice because it seemed almost too good to be true...and he hated that familiar feeling of disappointment swell up inside of him when something didn't go his way.

But the way she was acting..it was almost as if...

There she goes again.

His instincts told him that he was being watched. Uncomfortable at being observed as so, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, crossing his arms. He wouldn't really mind if it was anyone else, but the object of his affections was practically eying him. Least to say it was very unnerving.

Vincent blinked, his head turned just enough for him to glance at her from the corner of his eyes. She was sitting up against the wall on the bed of the hotel they were staying at for the night. Even from his position, he could see her eyes grow distant and misty, her hair pulled over the left side of her shoulders and across her chest. Gloves placed securely beside her bed stand along with her boots. He tried to fight down his blush when his eyes secretly gazed along her toned legs and shapely thighs. His rational thought blamed it on her choice of clothing. It showed too much damn skin.

"...ong, Vincent?"

Vincent quickly snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to see Yuffie staring up at him with her eyebrow raised.

"Huh?" Giving his current state, he couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I said what's wrong, Vincent? You're acting all weird..." Yuffie narrowed her eyes at him. "If you try anything on me during the night, I swear I will gut you like a fish in the morning," she joked, giving the tall gunman a wink. Vincent could only stare back at her dumbly, confused. He didn't get it.

"Ugh! Gawd! I swear you're more dense than Cloud!" she rolled her eyes and moved to her bed. He turned to look at Tifa; she was already pulling the blankets back to crawl in. Vincent sighed.

Guess I should get to bed as well...

000

He woke up to faint sounds coming from the other side of the room. He blinked back his weariness and propped himself up on his elbows and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness around him. They seemed to be coming from Tifa; he concluded. His mind grew more concerned when he heard the noises more clearly. She was groaning and panting. The sheets were down and tangled up in her legs and he could see she was glistening. He blinked. That was unusual, the air here was quite chilly as it always has been. Suddenly, realization struck him and Vincent's face darkened.

She must be having a nightmare...

It was the only thought that he could think of. He debated on whether or not should he get up and go wake her. Then his thoughts drifted to Yuffie and he turned his head to see her face in the pillow, sleeping soundly and obviously undisturbed.

Vincent's legs swung over the bed and placed his bare feet against the carpet floor. Quietly, he made his way over to Tifa's bed and observed her features with the pale light of the moon shining on her face. Perspiration began to form on her brow and her lips parted to let out another low groan. At the sound, Vincent looked over to Yuffie and wondered what she would think if she were to wake up and find him standing over Tifa's bed while she slept. He inwardly cringed at the names that she would most likely scream at him.

His ungloved hand reached out to gently shake Tifa's shoulder. He really didn't want to wake her up, but he hoped that she would fall out of the nightmare while remaining asleep.

Of course, things didn't go his way. They never did.

Tifa's eyes fluttered open and he could feel her shiver. Vincent lowered himself to view her face more clearer and saw the same look she wore whenever she fell into her head. He could feel the heat emitting off of her body, and his eyes reluctantly trailed down Tifa's form. He noticed and felt that there was something different about her, he could see and feel it. And suddenly, Vincent knew that it wasn't a nightmare she was having.

"I'm sorry that I disturbed your sleep."

Tifa remained silent as she stared up at the man that loomed over her. Vincent could see her eyes darken, not from anger, but from something else. He wasn't used to people looking at him like that and it made him a little uneasy.

"Vincent.."

He could see her hand rise up and lock itself around his neck. Vincent could only look down at her before letting himself be lowered onto Tifa's body.

"Tifa, what are y-"

His whispered question was interrupted by her lips against his. Vincent stared at Tifa's closed eyes as she kissed him. His mind went blank and he could only see white as her tongue pushed pass his teeth and into his mouth. As soon as he felt her tongue touch his, every nerve inside his body jumped. He wasn't aware what his body was doing, he could vaguely recall what happened in the last few moments.

He settled himself against her, allowing her legs to wrap around his waist and Vincent fought back the urge to groan as he buried his head in her brown locks of hair, inhaling. He could feel her hands trail over his shoulders and down his back. Hands that groped and squeezed with harsh urgency and he could tell that she was beginning to feel frustrated with his clothes. Vincent finally regained control over his mind and willed himself to think. They needed to slow down, or stop. One or the other.

"Tifa. Stop."

At his words, she seemed to calm down, but her hands laid flat against his back, drawing his shirt between her fingers. When he tried to lift himself from her, she pushed him back down.

"Please." she seemed to be shaking and Vincent could only look down at her, "I don't really know if you've noticed...but.." her voice was low and thick with emotion, if he didn't know any better, he'd think she was about to cry. "I don't know. There is something..." she closed her eyes for a moment, sighing. "I just need this one night. Just one, with you."

Vincent was silent for a moment. "I don't understand." he kept his voice below a whisper. The possibility that Yuffie waking up to see their bodies tangled still worried his mind.

He saw her bite her lip in the dark, her eyes wandered. "To be honest, I really don't understand it either..." her eyes finally met his, they looked urgent and soft at the same time, "There is just something..that you have.." she trailed, giving him a small smile, "..and I can't stop thinking about you."

Vincent breathed in, finally aware. All this time, it was because of him? He searched her eyes for something, he didn't know what he found there. It wasn't quite the look he'd get from anyone. Her eyes were soft and sincere...and there was a longing. He could see it, and that was all he needed.

His own hand cupped her cheek and he bent down to her lips, kissing her. He forgot how to think, he only knew how to feel. He didn't care about what would happen later, didn't care about anything else. All he cared about was now, because in this moment, he was hers and she was his.

Tifa's hands ran up his back, pulling his shirt over his head. Her fingers trailed down his arms and she looked to his left arm when her hand felt something foreign and cold. She smiled and took his metallic hand in hers, bringing it up to her lips, kissing it. "Another reason why I'm so fascinated by you.." she said, "You're so different from the others.."

Vincent suppressed a smile at her words and said nothing. Bringing her hands above her head, he pinned them there with his claw, his head bending back down to capture her lips with his. There was so many things he wanted to tell her then, but the fear was still there. He was still confused on exactly how or what she felt for him, or how he felt for her. But he pushed all those thoughts from his mind and concentrated on her. It was all that mattered now.

His fingers lightly trailed from her face to her neck and then lower. He felt her jump at the contact and found himself falling deeper into their kiss, pushing his tongue harder against hers. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat and it drove Vincent onward, his hand firmly gripping her breast, kneading it harshly, but his touch still somehow gentle.

He could feel her buck her hips against his and he hissed low in his throat, pushing against her with his body. His hand trailed down to the hem of her shirt, his fingers sliding underneath the fabric for a closer feel of her heated skin. Pulling the shirt up her chest and over her head, he used it to obstruct her hands for the moment. He laid back down on her, relishing the feel of his skin on hers. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear a voice telling him that they should stop. That they were going too far, but they soon drifted away, his hand subconsciously fingering her shorts, pulling them down slowly. From his dazed state of mind, he could hear her whimper pitifully in his ear and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her again.

Soon, she was free from her clothing and he took a silent moment to observe her. He felt himself reacting immediately, the air around them getting hotter. Lowering himself back down to her, he pressed against her heated center and she bit her lip from crying out. Feeling that it was almost too painful for the teasing anymore, he quickly rid of himself of his pants, her arms finally locking themselves around his shoulders as he settled himself just before her opening. She panted quietly against his lips, her fingers tangling in his long black hair. He looked in her eyes and found what he needed to see.

He snapped his hips, plunging forth deep within her. Her startled reaction had her arching herself against him and Vincent bent down to swallow her cry.

"Quiet."

He thrust again and again, feeling the need in him grow with each movement they made. He gritted his teeth as Tifa's nails ranked down his heated back and he could only let out a low groan as he rocked himself endlessly into her. He could feel her arch against him as she locked her legs tight around him, her sheath so warm and welcoming. He felt her tightening around him as she peaked, her mouth opening to scream, but Vincent's harsh kiss refused to let her. He thrust one, two, three times before letting himself go inside her.

There was a moment of silence as they stayed connected, both of them refusing to move, too comfortable in their positions. Finally, Vincent pulled out from her and settled to her side, dragging her against his chest with his arm.

Tifa sighed in satisfaction as she pressed her head back against his shoulder, her eyes closing for sleep. In Vincent's rare moment of contentment, there was a ghost of a smile falling over his face as he stayed awake, his mind replaying over what had just happened.

For once, he was glad things didn't go his way.

000

A/N: I can really see myself continuing this...but I lack a plot. Maybe sometime in the near future, I'll create a storyline for this. But for now, this is as much as I'm going to write. Hope you liked it. :)