As The Smoke Clears

Disclaimer: Don't own it…but if I did Mwahaha!

Pairings: Vincent/Tifa, and definitely others!

Warnings: The action heats up here as promised. Cue drunken sex!

A/N: Alright! It's finally here!!! I've finally decided on where I want this fic to go! Yay for me!!!

I'd like to thank those wonderful people that have reviewed this story so far! Thankyou PhoenixFalls, nana, TSume Sumeragi, Jackman-fan, heart-of-a-dark-dragon, hiei n riven, tartar12345, PokeTenshi, Peanuckle, AraelMoonchild and Julian Ketrarch Spire. And a very special thankyou to The Norwegian Dragon who has reviewed every chapter so far! Cookies for you all!

If you want to see your name here then review! It's that easy, lol!

I'm back at school now (and in my second last year of high school) so expect delays every now and then! Sorry! Enjoy!

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Chapter 7.

Tifa wrapped her arms around Vincent and sighed, encouraging him to go further. He happily complied, running his tongue over her lip and slipping it inside. He let his hand run down across her hips, savouring the slight shudder Tifa gave as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. He chuckled and touched it again, completely unprepared when she bucked her hips against his, putting pressure on his rapidly hardening member. A choked groan escaped his lips.

Tifa sniggered and pulled him into another kiss, their tongues dancing, working them both into a frenzy.

Finally, after what could really have been 10 minutes, Tifa pulled away, breathless. Vincent was breathing hard, trying to reign in his primal urges.

"…B-Bedroom…?" Tifa asked, her voice betraying her lust.

Vincent just nodded breathlessly and stood, pulling her up effortlessly and pinning her against the bar. He ground his hips against hers, smirking at her soft moans.

"V-Vin-cent…please…!" Tifa gasped.

Chuckling, Vincent lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist and carried her up the stairs. He kicked open the first door they came to and set her down next to the bed. He wasted no time in capturing her lips again in an intense kiss as his hands wandered to her shirt, tugging the material up and breaking the kiss just long enough to get it over her head.

He caressed the exposed skin, gently running his hands over the tender flesh. He smiled at her soft mewls and resumed undressing her, tugging off her shorts and continued at an agonizingly slow pace, to remove the rest of her clothing.

Only when he had her standing naked before him, did he begin to let her undress him.

Tifa undid his shirt with shaking fingers (his mantle having been discarded earlier in the evening) and tentatively touched the ghostly skin it kept hidden. Vincent sighed and closed his eyes as Tifa continued to caress his skin, letting her continue to undress him without hindrance.

When she had removed the last article of clothing, lust filled crimson eyes opened and Vincent took charge again, not even allowing her to pause and admire his naked body.

He seized her shoulders roughly and pulled her into a passionate kiss, devouring her lips. She tasted so sweet, but so unlike anything he had ever tasted before. He couldn't get enough.

Growling impatiently, Vincent pushed Tifa down onto the bed below. He moved over her, pressing his hips against hers and smirking as she moaned and bucked her hips to meet his. He was aching with the need to burry himself in her heat. To claim what was rightfully his. He was an immensely patient man, but he was too enflamed by lust to tolerate anymore hesitant touches and shy kisses from Tifa. He needed her, to be inside her.

As she bucked her hips against him, putting pressure against his engorged member, his control snapped.

Deciding he needed her NOW, he coaxed her legs further apart, nestling comfortably between. He looked down at Tifa's wide eyes, having just enough sense of mind to caress her cheek comfortingly before slamming into her, sheathing himself completely in a single thrust of passion.

Tifa's cry just pushed him that little bit further over the edge.

From the start, Vincent took her hard. Not once stopping to let her adjust or catch her breath. Her sounds of pleasure sent shivers down his spine and made him go that little bit faster.

He felt his release approaching fast, and from her erratic breathing, he could tell that so was Tifa's. He thrust again, and again and he felt it hit her hard. Her muscles clenched and she cried out his name in pure ecstasy.

That sinful cry of his name sent Vincent soaring into the void. A guttural moan was wrenched from his lips as he spent himself deep inside her blissful warmth.

Both shaking with spent passion, Vincent collapsed beside an equally exhausted Tifa, eyes closed and breathing heavily. He could hear both his and Tifa's hearts pounding in unison. This small thing alone made him smile and he reached over, wrapping his arms around her as he waited for her to recompose herself.

There was no way that he was even nearing done for the night.

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Cloud staggered tiredly through the door. The delivery had been surprisingly uneventful so he had ridden through the night so he would be home by morning, just to be sure.

He made his way past the bar, dimly aware of Vincent's mantle haphazardly thrown over one of the barstools.

Hang on…

Since when did Vincent ever take that thing off, let alone leave it lying around, and in a bar of all places.

Something was seriously wrong with this picture.

Surveying the room, Cloud failed to notice the empty tequila bottles, instead his gaze lingering on Tifa's apron.

Drawing his heavy buster sword, he walked slowly toward the stairs, ignoring the warning bells that were blaring in his head.

Climbing slowly, his grip on his sword tightened as he saw the door to his room had been kicked open.

His heavy boots made no sound on the wooden floor as he stealthily made his way to the door, pushing it completely open with the tip of his sword.

The sight that met his eyes made Cloud lose his grip on his sword, where it fell to the ground with a resounding clunk, promptly waking both occupants of the bed.

Clouds eyes darted back and forth between the blushing female clutching the sheet against her chest and stoic male beside her with his arm still encircling her waist. The suffocating blanket of silence that followed was only broken by a smooth baritone voice…

"Good morning, Cloud."

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A/N: Bwahahaha! Couldn't stop myself!!! Poor Cloud! He had it coming! What person in their right mind leaves those two alone, together! Gah! The hilarity!!!

Again, sorry for the lateness but I didn't want to push this for fear of ruining the drunken fun.

If I were there, I'd have pushed Tifa out the window and jumped in with Vincent. Can you honestly blame me? Lol!

Enjoy! Please R&R! Cookies for all those who are still faithful to this story!