Take a Chance

Gabreilla Moushigo

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This Chapter is nothing but a giant Lemon!

If you do not want to read any romantic interludes between Vincent and Tifa I would suggest that you go back now! You have been warned!

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The last night they ate and talked. At first it was assumed that they would talk about their pasts. While it peppered their conversation they found other interesting things to converse about. It was strange, but they seemed to say the right thing… and got to the point quickly about their former love interests. They figured that they would expound upon them later, but just for that night… they enjoyed each other's company again.

Vincent nearly forgot about that stupid bird. Upon leaving the house, Tifa had immediately spotted the black Chocobo he had hastily bought in order to follow her out of town. He almost kicked himself when he saw the thing, sitting there with expectant eyes. If only he had just walked home he would have found Tifa there and this living thing wouldn't be here right now looking to him to feed her delicious greens.

While he might have regretted his purchase at first, Tifa seemed insanely happy to finally have a Chocobo. He immediately relinquished ownership to her, as he didn't even want to bother with such a thing anyway.

Tifa preened the bird with the utmost care the next morning. She removed the blood feathers, which looked horribly painful for the Chocobo… but the bird just sat there and let her do it. The giant creature would even groom her at times by removing a stray hair from her head or a button that looked out of place. She cleaned up after it, played with it, rode it and made sure to get her a spot in the village stable for when they were busy. In that time, the bird would get to play with others of its kind as the stable owner had a large fence for them to mull around in.

The only thing he found ridiculous, was its name. Tifa had called it Pumpkin. He tended to call it Bird, which upset her… because Pumpkin would get confused later. She decided to ignore it after a while, supposing that it was sort of like a nickname.

They went to bed together, exhausted. When Vincent woke up the next day he found out that stupid Pumpkin had chewed through one of the steps and was working on the railing. It let out a stupid "WARK!" noise before attempting to tidy him… which consisted of her trying to rip out any of his hairs that weren't smoothed flat against his head. Damn thing… she was going to give him a bald spot.

Tonight Pumpkin was at the stables and out of his hair - literally. If that stupid bird tried to preen him one more time…

He had already been in bed for an hour. Tifa was up tonight cleaning up after dinner… she had thwarted his attempts to help and sent him to the shower first.

She walked in a little later, opening the door quietly, never letting the handle go until the door was shut. He couldn't sleep until now needless to say, but it didn't stop him from pretending when she walked into the room. She had obviously just come out of the shower, her hair was still wet and she was wrapped in a towel. He found the large bow holding her hair up against her head to look a bit odd on a woman. It looked like it belonged on a five year old. Then again, he guessed she would need something bigger since her hair nearly touched the floor.

Her towel came off when she put her knee up on the bed. She flicked it to the floor carelessly for the night. She was wearing underwear, but nothing else to his great happiness. The little wet ringlets of her hair dripped down onto the comforter as she positioned herself next to him. She was so beautiful.

She slept on his left side, which couldn't be very comfortable. The metal where his arm connected to his elbow jutted out painfully, but she managed to avoid it with great ease before laying her head down on his softer shoulder. Her naked breasts were pushed into his side and her arms went around his middle.

Vincent would be lying if he said that he wouldn't be perfectly content just laying next to her like this all night - but still. She was a woman, and he was a man… and they were both practically naked. Well, he was naked and she was wearing a ribbon and underwear.

His mind wasn't going to let him rest this one out until he at least kissed her. He bent his head down, his left arm unconsciously moving up to cradle her. He kissed her on her forehead then her lips. He could feel her smile as he kissed her again, this time she responded. He leaned back down, hoping that would calm him. She then resituated herself to get back into her comfortable position. His arm fell down against the mattress. This time he held his fingers close to his palm, making sure he wouldn't accidentally spear her with them.

He knew sleep wouldn't be so easily earned. Having her here was already a self inflicted torture; now that he invited her into his bed it was insufferable. Again – his fault. Damn it. He really needed to control himself more.

Tifa's leg came up his thigh, using him somewhat like a body pillow. She nuzzled her face into his arm and signed contently.

He definitely wasn't going to sleep now. Maybe if she wasn't touching him he could calm down enough to get some rest. He carefully peeled her off of him, and laid with his back to her on the bed. There, better, he buried his face into his pillow. His body was relaxing a little, maybe… just maybe… He felt something moving, it was her hand.

"Vincent?" Tifa mumbled half asleep. She began patting the comforter around her. He flipped on his back to see what she was doing and she managed to somehow grab him between the legs. He nearly choked in surprise until he realized that it had been an accident, she pat his hip and then his stomach too. "I'm cold." She complained, wiggling her way over to him again.

Vincent was going to take a chance in a moment, and do something he was probably going to regret… maybe. Oh well.

He flipped her onto her back. She had a dazed look about her, indicating clearly to him that she fallen asleep already. Too bad. He was already thrilled he was still with her, much less at the prospect of what he was about to do. His heart began its quick fluttering, soon it would turn into a throbbing thud. "Tifa," He purred to her in that familiar way of his.

She fully woke up in time to realize that he was rubbing himself against her. His body moved against her from head to toe. "Vincent!" She squirmed, only making it worse. She froze when he gave her a warning squeeze.

It was now or never, he supposed. He just hoped she would accept this part of him. "You shouldn't do that Tifa." His left hand came up to hold her arms above her head. She wouldn't dare move, he knew. He leaned up over her and began messaging her breasts. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you tonight." He grinned down at her; she only looked up at him shyly. He judged from her scent that she was not afraid, but probably was wondering what he was about to do. She wouldn't have to wait long. His hand was already in here hair removing the ridiculous ribbon that held her hair together.

Vincent got up, letting her arms go. His feet touched the floor and he reached for her. Firm hands grabbed her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He kneeled before her. He nuzzled her thigh before beginning to suck on it, leaving a mark there. She cautiously sat up only to have his arm shoot up and firmly press her to the bed again. He did not hurt her, but his weight on her told her clearly want he wanted her to do. She complied and he flicked her with his tongue as a reward. "Do you know what I'm going to do now?" He bit her other thigh then, waiting for her response.

"N-no." Tifa stuttered, wanting to brush his hair out of the way from her legs. The unruly flecks of his mane were tickling her terribly. Somehow she knew that if she tried to do it, he would just hold her hands away from him. While it might have frightened someone else at how he was acting, it was turning her on to no end. It was, however, embarrassing for her to have him look at her like that. The light was streaming into the window from the town just a little ways from their home. She was sure he could probably see her. In contrast, he was completely emerged in the shadows.

"I'm going to make you cum until you beg me to stop." His voice rumbled against her, "Are you ready?" His eyes turned darker and his breathing became erratic. He was really going to enjoy this.

This first time, he lapped at her, driving her insane. She wasn't sure how to feel, wasn't sure if what he was doing was even right. He was breathing against her, his breath sent a shiver down her spine. "Don't fight me Tifa." That seemed to be all the encouragement she needed before she came for him.

The second time her knees were over his shoulders and her feet were down his back as he took her in his mouth. She rubbed her feet down his back unconsciously. When she came - her thighs pillowed around his head and squeezed him softly.

The third time, he pushed his fingers into her body as his tongue made circles around that point of pleasure. He had to hold her down against the bed to keep her from lifting off the bed.

The fourth time, she was very exhausted and wobbly. Tired of kneeling on the ground he laid down on the bed before dragging her over to him. She was all but sitting on his face as his arms locked around her hips and forced her to lie down above his head. She rested on her elbows to keep from smothering him with her stomach. When she protested, trying to get up he just tightened his grip on her so she couldn't move. He left his unyielding left arm over her before letting his right hand go underneath her and entered her again. "Vincent!" She sobbed helplessly into the sheets.

He allowed her to rest for a moment. A slight curve graced his lips as he felt her body weakly throbbing around his fingers after her orgasm. When he was satisfied with how much time had elapsed - his tongue traced her lips. His began fingers began working themselves in and out of her all over of her again. To his surprise she was shaking already. "Don't you dare!" She wailed, trying to get away from him. His smirk had turned into a full blown smile as he nibbled her flesh despite her wishes. He wasn't going to let her go anywhere. She would have to ask more nicely than that first. She flopped pitifully on the bed as she came yet again, this time so weakly he could barely feel it around his fingers. "Please… stop Vincent!" She pleaded, moaning. "You're driving me crazy." That was all she needed to say. She had begged so nicely after all.

Vincent let her go and she managed somehow to crawl into a sitting position next to him. He got up then, moving to the head board and leaned against it. He held his arms out to her as if to say, 'come here' and she did. She moved over to him and rested her head against his thigh. Her body was still shaking as he pulled his fingers through her damp hair.

Tifa realized that all this time that he hadn't been pleased, although he seemed content in a way. She blushed at what she was about to do. "Vincent?" She managed to say his name without trembling.

"Mm?" His eyes met hers. She hadn't realized that his eyes caught light, much like a cat's would in the dark. They had an eerie red glow to them, and she almost forgot what she was about to ask.

"I was wondering… if I could…" She didn't want to say.

While he wanted to be a little more demanding of her, he had pushed her quite a bit today. He wouldn't make her say it… yet. "Do whatever you want Tifa."

Tifa felt like her blush ran all the way down to her toes. "O-okay." She stammered, lifting herself up on shaky arms to touch him.

Vincent closed his eyes. While her hands were unskilled, there was something more than pleasant about her innocent touches. The things she tried were almost as amusing as they were sensual, but soon he took her hand in his and showed her the right way. She kept it up until her arms were tired. He figured he would have to finish what she started until she leaned down suddenly and felt her mouth on him. "Tifa," He breathed, winding his fist in her hair. She was definitely better at this than he had expected. Then again… the principal was about the same. His head fell to the side as she kissed and nipped him. He held his breath as she took him into her mouth. Her dark brown hair that was almost dry now slide forward and hid her face from him. Her tongue, the scrape of her teeth and her warm mouth drove him past the brink. His head twisted to the side and he moaned his pleasure to her. He took more than a moment to regain his composer and then looked down at her.

Tifa was embarrassedly wiping her mouth as he pulled her up to him and kissed her deeply. Their tastes mingled together for maybe a moment before dying down to nothing. He finally let them up for air just as she was beginning to feel light headed. "Vincent," She said softly. His eyes were on hers once more and she felt shy. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I love you."

Never before had he felt such contentment as he did now. He let his senses take over for a moment, and smelled the pea blossom shampoo in her hair, the softness of her body pressed against him and the scent of her arousal. He shivered despite himself. At her words, he felt tears run down his face. He held her a little tighter, hoping she would not notice. She never did. No one had ever accepted this about him, not even… Lucrecia. He had frightened her.

He half expected to feel Tifa's fear spike at him while he made love to her, but she accepted everything he did with curiosity and an almost greediness that drove him insane.

He felt a small amount of shame run through him then, at thinking such thoughts as those while he was with Tifa even if it was something of a compliment. She wiggled around in his arms. Then he looked down at her again, her eyes were shining, and in this muted light he could barely see her almost magenta coloring that decorated her irises. She was looking up at him expectantly. How could he even hesitate? "I love you as well… my Tifa."

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Author's Notes:

Yet another unexpected lemon! I hope you liked it. I just thought it up on the fly and wrote it out really quick. There is one thing I have noticed – I haven't read an 'oral' anything as far as Tifa and Vincent fanfictions go… I hope I just accidentally skipped over them. I don't know if people don't like that sort of thing or whatever… but I think its great (gets all blushy).

I realized that I have been writing from Vincent's point of view a lot during the romance scenes. It's really weird… because usually I focus in on what the woman is thinking. I hope you guys out there will give me a little feedback on what you think – nothing to crazy but just tell me how I'm doing. (aside) It's kinda fun to write from the male perspective though.

They'll get to actually 'do it' later – I'm not sure when the next lemon will come up though. Right now I'm just squeezing the crud out of them – it's nice getting all of these out for later.

Things are going to get bumpy again in the next few chapters – definitely not for little kids… then again I've said that before hehe.

The Reviews:

Lady Shiva: Yeah, it's a good thing she didn't visit Cloud – that would've caused problems I couldn't write myself out of - hehe. I'm glad I wrote into one chapter then. I hate cliff hangers anyway – I'd hate to subject you guys to them too much.

Vinny the Vampire: Actually, I meant the story to sound silly and typical of couples. I thought it would be kinda healthy (and funny) for them to fight a bit. My fiendish brain kept trying to think up stupid things for them to say to each other that would upset the other without meaning too. You'd think I would be great at it – I've had a lot of practice myself with fighting about stupid things.

One of my original thoughts was to have her strike him, but I scratched that idea. I couldn't imagine what that would turn out like. I've also read a fiction where she had hit him before – it didn't leave a really good taste in my mouth. They are both very strong individuals and I would hate to see what they could do to each other if they were to get mad. Besides… domestic violence sucks right?

I've seen a Seymour plushy before – soooo cute! I've drawn him in chibi form. I've also drawn some fun sketches with him and Yuna too. (purr) Alas, I cannot find them. His hair is the easiest thing to draw… after that his clothes and markings are insanely crazy to pencil in for some reason. I tried drawing Vincent the other day without a picture… baaaaaad idea! I think I'll try again with a pic in front of me.

I'm so jealous that you have his Turk doll – he was (and still is) absolutely gorgeous! I think he just looked more innocent back in those days… even though he was a freakin' Turk!

Daylo: Oh – the ring will pop up again pretty quickly – it will at least enter two chapters if not three.

Thanks for enjoying the snippiness. I think it's a lot of fun to write about. I think it makes them a bit more real anyway. The happy scenes are fun too though. (hehe) I unfortunately do not have an inner voice that screams at me to stop fighting with my husband – but definitely one with my friends. I think I try to spare their feelings more often than my husband's. But even though he thinks I'm mean – I think he would hate it if didn't tell him what I thought. (Still wishes she had an inner voice anyway). It's weird because I don't usually like fighting myself.

KamikazeUdon: I realized I didn't answer one of your posts last chap about the angst – sorry! I guess in light of my latest chapter you can tell I'm not above creating problems in my characters lives - haha. As far as angst goes – I don't mind letting my characters think of their past or even interacting with those people. Like you said – Vincent is a moody angsty guy. People have pasts and its ok to think about those people and all that stuff. Jealousy will also happen at times.

The only thing I didn't want to have – was Vincent so tied up into Lucrecia that he didn't know how he felt about Tifa and the same for Tifa. They know where they stand in their minds (even if they don't know how the other person feels sometimes). Tifa knows that she loves Vincent and Vincent knows that he loves Tifa.

There will be angst I guess – but they will never question their feelings for each other.

I hope that clears that up a bit. Thanks for the review!

I just finished your stories – they were so good! They were very simple and just… perfect! I'll have to leave a review or two!