She Means the Breakfast

Gabreilla Moushigo

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Author's Notes: A touch of lemony goodness, nothing as crazy as last chapter though.

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Vincent found himself sitting at the table the next morning. He had finally grown fond of the small furniture. It allowed him to kick his feet out and stretch, something he might not have been able to do with a proper table and chairs. He also liked them because of the way his feet stuck out, they were always near Tifa's as they drank coffee and ate their toast in the morning.

Today Tifa had made them some drinking chocolate in a small bowl with a piece of chewy bread that was meant to be dipped in it. It was really good.

She made all kinds of good things like this and sometimes he worried he might get fat. He glanced up from his coffee at her. She pretended not to notice, but she blushed each time. Those few times he did make eye contact, he would give her a wolfish grin. She shivered, apparently remembering. He liked having that effect on her.

They would probably spar near the back of the house when the afternoon heat wore away. While he was very capable with firearms – it had been a while since he had decent challenger to fight hand to hand. He was pretty rusty. She wanted to have someone to tussle around with and he couldn't resist being able to fight a worthy opponent.

"Vincent?" Tifa's foot found his, wondering where his mind was wondering off to. "Is it good?"

She means the breakfast. He nodded, pushing a few stray hairs away from his face.

"I know it's a bit simple, but Yuffie said it was all the rage somewhere - not in Wutai that's for sure. But somewhere else I think."

"In Rocket Town," Vincent began, "Cid's wife, Shera, made this for breakfast almost everyday."

"Wow, I don't know that." She got up with her dishes and took them to the sink.

Vincent watched as she went about her daily tasks. He barely noticed it before, but he never saw a mess outside of her room. He looked back down at his place. "Tifa," He dipped a portion of the bread into his chocolate.

She paused from her cleaning. "Yes?"

"You keep the house spotless." He took a bite and swallowed before saying. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Tifa tittered, returning to her work. He might not have said much, but it was wonderful. No one had ever complimented her before for doing something that she should be doing anyway.

Two weeks later and they were still getting along great. It was utter bliss for him. They still fought – just a little. He left his towels on the floor and never picked them up. She read out loud, which drove him nuts… except when she was reading her romance novels. Nothing mattered though, because they got along great despite repeated offenses. Tifa rotated between breakfasts. They were always simple. Cold cereal, oatmeal, toast and jam or that really good bread she made with the chocolate drink. That was definitely his favorite.

Their sparing was going great. She even managed to get a few good punches past his guard. He was rusty, but it was quickly coming back to him. One day she managed to wrap her legs around his arms, pinning him successfully. He had no idea why it had turned him on so much. The good part was when they rolled around in the grass afterward, hopelessly staining their clothes.

He enjoyed their nights together, and he was definitely content with what they had shared. He was willing to wait though. Tifa was still not ready. He could understand that. They had been very intimate… but it was still very soon. He hadn't wanted to push her too hard.

Tifa was washing she dishes again while he finished his breakfast. He got an idea suddenly and walked up behind her, kissing the side of her neck. She just stood there frozen in place. "Tifa," He pressed himself against her.

"Let me dry my hands first." She requested, which of course went completely unheeded. She found herself on the countertop with one of his hands already running up the length of her skirt until it dove under.

"Why don't you make me some more chocolate today?" He kissed her throat again.

"Trying to love me up into giving you some chocolate huh?" Tifa laughed at him. "What happened to cherries?"

"You didn't have chocolate sitting at the bar." He said against her neck, planting solid kisses there. "If you had I would have pocketed all of it."

"Vincent!" She smacked his shirt playfully; a wet slapping noise was the result.

He had other intentions though. "If you make me some chocolate – I'll promise to eat it off of you… how does that sound?" He nipped her ear gently.

"Well, with an offer like that – how could I say no?" She tittered, but her face became serious for just a moment. "But you'll have to go easy on me this morning or we won't be able to do anything tonight."

"Why is that?" He nuzzled her.

"You've been playing with me so much…" She blushed, but went on anyway. "That my body has been a little sensitive."

"Ah, I see." He let his hand move up from the inside of her thigh and let his fingers explore the dampness of the fabric. "You're already so wet for me." He observed and flicked a finger against her.

"I can't help it… you kept looking at me." Her blush deepened and she looked away. "And you kept talking."

"Do you like my voice, Tifa?" He fingers ran along the indentation, teasing her for now.

"Y-yes." She stammered, beginning to shake as he pushed her panties to the side before sliding a finger into her. Her body twisted and she almost squeaked.

"You are sensitive." His voice sounded pleased before pulling his hand out from under her skirt. "Make me some chocolate." His request came with a promise.

"Ok." She said breathlessly, a bit dazed. When she came to her senses she pushed him away from her playfully before calling him a tease. She grabbed her ingredients before mixing them thoroughly together. She then put them on a low heat and mixed it. Hopefully she wouldn't burn it or make it to runny. It was always fun to make it so thick that they could put a straw in the middle of it and it would stand up - just the way it was supposed to be. At least the bread was cooling. Then a thought hit her. Vincent couldn't have missed the smell of bread – so that means already knew she was going to make his favorite this morning. Apparently he was just using it as an excuse to feel her up again… that little sneak!

Tifa had just pulled the pot off of the oven and he was already coming at her. She yelled at him to stay away before she dumped the boiling contents in his lap. He obediently sat down. "There now, eat." She gave him a generous portion of bread before kissing his cheek and moving away from his lecherous hands. "You can play with me later." It was her turn to tease him now.

He was about to get up and put and end to all of this dilly dallying when he suddenly heard music. Tifa had apparently heard it too because she perked up right away. It was her phone ringing in the other room. No one had called since she moved in with him. "Oh! Let me get that." She left her bread and chocolate on the counter before leaving Vincent to finish his breakfast. He grumbled and sat down.

Tifa picked up the cell before pressing the button to talk. "Hello?"

"Hey Teef." Came a familiar voice, Cloud.

"Hey Cloud!" She said cheerfully, loud enough for Vincent to hear since he seemed curious. "It's good to hear your voice again! How are you doing?"

"I dunno…" His voice was light today. That made her very happy. "Want to come outside and find out?"

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Author's Notes: Cliff hanger! Well… probably not. I might have a few chapters spewed out by the end of the day (if not tomorrow). I'm so depressed that no one wrote a review for last chapter yet. Then again fanfiction has a tendency to mess up sometimes and people can't leave reviews for chapters for a while. If not – maybe it was too raunchy? I hope not – because it's only going to get worse.

Then again – I've been updating like crazy trying to get this story out before I lose sight of it. I guess I need to be more patient – it's only been a day after all.

I just hope I didn't scare away my regulars with my perversion. (hehe) I said I was one!

I'm going to try to get a few of my chapters separated and spell checked before I leave for work this morning. I like editing during my breaks and stuff but somehow it just doesn't seem right to edit something like this on an office computer. (eek)

Anyways – next chapter is probably going to be pretty horrible (not as in writing but as in what happens). I think I want to get it and the next chapter before I update again to take the sting out of it a bit. Like I said though, they are practically finished so I won't make you wait too long.