The story ended leaving Yuffie and Vincent back in control of their bodies. Yuffie could feel the fingers of his flesh hand loosening from her back. It was not the first time she felt the mad urge to keep him from pulling away, but it was stronger than normal.
She was not in love with him. Somehow the thought made her feel younger and stupider. Love seemed a little rediculous after what they had all been through. A small part of her was curious to see what things would really be like between them.
"Come on..." A fiendish little voice urged, "Grow a set and just do it."
Her fingers were still tangled in his wild hair, so it was not hard to pull his lips down to hers. He tasted dark and fierce with just a hint of sorrow. Yuffie could feel Vincent's body tense briefly before relaxing into her arms. She pulled back, a tiny, self satisfied smile on her face.
A dark eyebrow arched as Vincent murmured, "Care to explain that?"
"Curiosity." Yuffie replied, grinning impishly, "Just wanted to see if the real thing could compare with fiction."
Vincent did not say anything, but he did not have to. Yuffie could see the question in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. She gave him a knowing look, she wanted to hear him ask and he knew it.
Finally, he sighed, "And?"
One word. It was such a minor victory, but a victory none the less. She intended to fully enjoy it. With a secretive smile, Yuffie turned to walk away. She had only gone a few steps when Vincent's voice stopped her.
"I suppose you are not interested in what Sephiroth told me the other night."
Damn. Yuffie turned back to face Vincent. His face was carefully blank, but she knew he was laughing at her.
A few long strides brought him to her, "Tea? I believe we have things to discuss."
Yuffie watched him walk by, resigned. One day she would learn not to tango with Vincent Valentine. In ten years, she had yet to best the slippery man. With a sigh she hurried to catch him. The story behind Aeris and Sephiroth would be worth a little humiliation.
A/N: Several real, plot-having stories in the work and this is the only one I can finish a chapter for. Go figure. A short chapter but a chapter all the same. Honestly this thing has no plot. It's a bunch of randomly strung together ideas with no ending in sight. As long as someone is finding humor in it though, I'll consider it a success.
This one is for Bytemite. I don't think I've ever been accused of abusing the English language before. I think that's the greatest thing anyone has ever said about me!