As The Smoke Clears

Disclaimer: I'm sick of writing this. Would I be here if I did own them? I do own Frankie though.

Pairings: Vincent/Tifa, possibly others

Warnings: swearing and other explicit content in later chapters, sex, drunkenness, drunken sex etc.

A/N: Sorry this is so long in coming but I've been away for the last two weeks. Usually that's ok, but my Pa's computer was broken, so I couldn't update, and we left so suddenly I didn't have time to tell you guys that I couldn't update.

Much apologies! Enjoy!

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Chapter 6.

Tifa didn't see Vincent until the next morning. He was standing at the kitchen window when she came downstairs, looking slightly haggard, like he hadn't slept in a few days. Holding back a frown, she smiled lightly.

"Morning, Vincent."

Vincent just stood, staring out the window. Tifa frowned.

"Vincent, is everything okay?"

Vincent nodded absently and continued staring out the window.

Tifa frowned again. She didn't like how he was acting. It had to change. An idea sprung into mind. She had to choke back a snigger.

"Alright then, have a good one Vincent."

He grunted in reply.

She left quietly and made her way to the bar. It would be time to open soon, she needed to act fast. Picking up the phone, she dialled the number ad waited for an answer.

"C'mon. Pick up, pick up…"

"Hello?"

"Hiya, Frankie"

"Tifa? How are you, love?"

"I'm great Frank. Listen I've got an urgent order for you."

"Sounds interesting…What do you need?"

"A case of Purple Chocobo."

"Purple Chocobo? My you have taste!"

"This is for a…special occasion."

"Ah…I think I've still got a case out back. Alright, how soon do you need it?"

"Can you have it to me before four o'clock? I'm closing early today."

"I think I can manage that."

"Thanks Frankie! Take care."

"You too!"

Tifa could help but grin as she hung up the phone.

This was going to be fun.

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The case arrived just as Tifa was closing up. She paid the delivery boy and inspected the package. It was intact, and it was the right brand. Well, that was the easy part. Now she had to get Vincent down here. That could be…speak of the devil!

Vincent appeared behind the bar looking curious.

"Hey, Vincent."

"Hello, Tifa."

"Is something up?"

"I thought I heard…no, everything is fine."

"Good, actually I was just about to come and find you."

Vincent raised an eyebrow.

"What for?"

"Well, after everything that's happened lately… Well, I thought you could use some cheering up."

"I appreciate the thought but…"

"I bought this." She pulled out one of the bottles, "I thought you might like to share a drink with me?"

Vincent's eyes widened slightly as they fell on the label.

"Is that…?"

"Yep, Purple Chocobo."

"Where did you get it?"

"I know a guy."

Vincent smiled.

"Tifa, you amaze me."

Tifa threw him a grin.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

She held out the bottle to Vincent.

"Would you do the honour?"

Vincent laughed, but carefully took the bottle from her. Disappearing behind the bar, she came back with two glasses, setting them on the bar in front of Vincent.

Carefully, he poured out two glasses and handed one to Tifa.

"Bottom's up!"

They downed it in one go. Tifa coughed lightly.

"That's some strong stuff!"

Vincent just laughed and poured them another glass.

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Several hours later…

Tifa giggled. They had lost count of how many glasses they had had. This was probably not such a good thing. Vincent poured them another glass, getting most of it in the glass at least. Tifa raised her glass.

"To alcohol! May it always be this fun."

Vincent laughed.

Tifa threw back her head to drink, instead, she lost her balance and fell backwards of the bar stool. She managed to grab hold of Vincent's sleeve, pulling him down to land on top of her.

"Oomph!"

"Fuck!"

Vincent's long dark hair tickled her face. Tifa giggled, Vincent quickly joining in. Tifa reached out to touch the annoying bangs, letting them run through her fingers.

"So soft…"

Vincent smiled, shifting his weight slightly, eliciting a gasp from Tifa beneath him. He stopped moving and looked back down at her.

Her breathing was ragged and her eyes had dilated completely, making her eyes look almost completely black. Vincent's breath hitched and he felt the blood draining from his head, moving south. Something in his mind was screaming at him, telling him to get out of there. Tifa's eyes locked on his, her hand moving from his hair to stroke his face. Ignoring the screaming protests in his mind, he moved down and captured her lips with his.

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A/N: Sorry again that this is short but I'm away for the Australia Day weekend so I wanted to get this out as slight compensation. I promise thing will start to heat up in the next chapter. XD

And for the sake of Vincent, "Frankie" is an old man.

Please review! Reviews make me oh so happy :D