Warning: Contains lemon. So if you don't like reading about sex then do not read. It's my first lemon, be gentle.
It's still a writing curve for me. I swear the more I write the more I will get better. Aside for the lack of grammar. Yeah, I suck at that. :[
They got home in what felt like seconds. To each other it felt like a lifetime with their arms around each other, but in reality it was only about fifteen minutes later. Up the stairs and into her own room, Vincent figured that she would be more comfortable if she was surrounded by her own things and in her bed… not like he would invite himself to hers anytime soon. But the thought did cross his mind on the way over.
Tifa tried to get a peek at the weaken ninja but fell silent from the down right glare that he gave her. Oh, if looks could kill. She thought. She just wanted to see for herself that her best friend was very much alive and recovering. Vincent didn't have to go all protective of her, geez.
The doctor in cheap high heels signed the release papers under the condition that they both came back with in a week so that she could 'check up' on Yuffie. More like check back up on Vincent and once more place her number back into his hand… god, the lady could not take no for an answer. She did give only instructions for her to rest and have a full night's sleep and no strenuous exercise for a month. Pfft, how little she knew the ninja. She would be back up at dawn trying to work out her katas to keep her reflexes sharp. Also the aid of a melt away pain med that she just so happened to forget that it has that tendency to knock full grown men out and need we remind you of how little the ninja really is compared to most human beings. Oops? Back to suggesting that the doctor was not a doctor but someone simply escaped from the psychiatric ward and impersonating a doctor. Moving on.
Vincent laid Yuffie down on her back and started working off her shoes, unlacing them gently and placing her feet back onto the soft blanket below. Seems that he found himself getting used to touching her and simply could not get enough, refused to not be able to touch her and it is a good thing that she not awake to break his stoic demeanor by saying some smart alec remark.
'Yes, shoes were off, good, good. Now the pants. Err… no. Shirt? Should not do that either. What then?' Mourning the impending loss of not touching her he lightly removes his hand from her head only to feel her hand jerk up and cling to his wrist mumbling out softly her need for him.
"Stay?" She says while his heart simply melts just a little bit more.
"Always." He answers for once letting all those feelings bubble over and spill out. It's like his feelings for her a cup and every single glance she gave him, conversations had or simply just being in her presence were added and added and added until there were just too many moments between the two. Too many secrets shared, passing glances or hurt revealed that they just boiled up and over leaving a mess of love all out on the floor. It's a silly analogy, but doesn't change for an instant how he felt. With that word she uttered sealed his fate so to speak and he simply had to be with her, always.
He loved her. Loves her, Yuffie, more than anything he has ever loved in his life. He makes haste of taking off his torn cloak and slips into her bed with her letting her meek form turn and curl to his rather tall shape. He loves her… loves…
Vincent smiles to himself while she settles back into the land of Nod letting her soothing deep breathes relax him, finally. It has been a long six days.
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She wakes late the next night with the full moon shining in her one window. Stretching and wincing at the sharp pain that rolled up her stomach causing her to gasp for air. Her body in need of moving since she slept through one day and into the next night didn't help the pain factor. 'Damn.' She thought while she tried it again only this time slowly. See she does learn new things. First wiggle the toes and make sure that they still work. Check. Then the legs letting them stretch slowly moving a spine and raising arms up over her head to add to the effect. Streeeeetch. Like a cat after a long sedated nap.
"Up, I see." He says out in the pitch black of her room causing her to gasp from shock.
"Indeed. You're here…" She comments back.
"You asked me to stay, so I stayed. Was it wrong of me?" He inquires.
"You stayed?" She blushes slightly before adding… "Why?"
"I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Why?" Again she asks.
"My reasons are my own." He retorts adding his neutral voice.
"…oh." She rolls her shoulders down before letting the rest of her body slump some careful to mind the stitching. Defeated she simply just nods knowing full well that he could see her in the dark. Damn him and his good eye sight, perfect hair and rich voice. Damn him for letting her think that he cared for her more than a simple friend. More than… The bed squeaks as he moves himself back to the bed lifting her head up so he could stare into her eyes. Under the guise of night he grows bold more assure than he was before. He lifts her so he could view her reaction.
"Because you almost died on me… twice." He states. Yuffie just blinks and tries to form thoughts.
"Nothing can kill Yuffie Kisaragi, the greatest female ninj-" He silences her by wrapping his strong arms around her, holding her to his chest protectively letting all those walls down as he did so. Letting her see for once how much she means to him.
"No. You almost left me…" He chokes out gasping for air while he clings to her. Yuffie just stares in shock at the complete one eighty that this man took. "You… almost…and I cannot…" He starts while he holds onto his tears just long enough to get it out. "I cannot let you. Not again." There, he said it. Let it all out and cried. Finally those tears for his long lost love before and the ever growing love he has now. Vincent Valentine finally opened himself up enough to let those thirty some odd year old tears out. Yuffie got it. Or, she thinks she has it. He is crying over the fact that Lucrecia, the love of his life, just let herself fail. He blames himself, again for almost loosing another woman and she just cannot have that.
"Vincent Valentine. I am harder to kill." She scolds him while placing a hand in his hair and craddling his head into her chest ignoring the intense pain building. She so desperatly wants to stop his anguish, yet doesn't know what words to say to calm him. Her fruitless attempt only leads him sobbing more and clinging more to her still aching form. She is caught in this complete desire to soothe everything that has hurt this man and to take away all this pain. She doesn't know how it started maybe it way the frantic sobs coming from a broken man or the fact that under the darken room she felt the need to comfort and distract the only way she could.
Hands dig into his hair gripping his skull while she jerks him up and kisses him hard and passionate. His sobs stop at once while his body goes into shock. Yuffie kissing him was like something out of his deepest dreams. Tugging his head sharply to one side and pushing his body back so she can manuver her way into his lap. Her lips acting on their own opening and closing letting teeth nip and pull on his lower lip while she purrs contently.
"Vincent…" She gasps letting her voice rasp with need as his lips catch up and match the intense pace she set. Their lips do a rapid dance feeding off each other breaking their hold for a few seconds to breathe before continuing onward. He lets out a low moan while his hands work fast on her gripping her waist hard causing her to wince and cry out in pain. That's when he gains his control again.
"I am sorry, Yuffie…" He starts trying to make up for hurting her and acting like a horny teenager.
"Don't you go all boyscout on me, Valentine." She snaps before tearing at his shirt and pulling it up over his head before he can react.
"Yuffie…" He calls out ending it in a moan while her lips worked their way from his ivory neck down to his chest tasting the salt of his sweat and nipping at his skin. He gasps at the contact. "We should not…" He mumbles letting hands fall to her back sliding up under her shirt and stroking the bandages there reminding himself that she is still not whole.
"Vincent. Let me…" She whispers in his ear working teasing the lobe. "make you feel…" Her hands move his hands lower onto her rump while she grinds into him. "take away the pain and doubt…" She gasps and continues to work her lips on his neck. His body simply stays still letting her taunt and tease him to his peak.
"…" He grunts out while her slender hand works its way down his chest and into those ever tight pants he always has to wear. Slipping just below the band of underwear…
" …let me…love you." He groans before finding those traveling lips of hers to place sweet tender kisses on them. She takes this moment to slip her hand out of his pants and starting with the tasks of unbuckling and buttoning his clothing while he groans feeling the pressure withdrawn.
"Love you…" She repeats while her hands shoot up to her own shirt pulling it up and over her head and tossing it to the side. "I…" She cries out while his hands tear at her shorts ripping them off that he mear days ago placed so lovenly on.
"Yuffie…" He starts again while storm cloud greys look up to him. "Have you done this before." She shakes her head. "We should stop…" He says trying to calm his body and not take advantage of her, not like this…
"No." She says while he moves away from her some. "NO." She almost screams at him shoving him onto the bed and climbing back on him letting thighs straddle him as she tries to think of a way to keep him going.
"No? Yuffie… you are hurt… please."
"I am fine." She replies letting hands trace along his chest.
"I do not want to hurt you." He begs.
"I want you to hurt me." She pleeds.
"Yuffie…" He tries again only to let out a slight moan to her current position onto of him grinding into him.
"Please." With that Vincent grips her hips and rolls them so she is on her back with his arms pressed into the blanket supporting most of his weight off her still injuried form. "Please, Vincent." She begs rolling those hips up to meet his body, curling a leg around his waist while her hands go back to roaming freely over chest and working their way lower.
Vincent growls as he starts to pull off the underwear from her waist letting one hand hold him up while the other worked their way downward passing the bandages and tugging the waistband lower. Uncurling her long leg from his body and slipping the cotton off letting his whole hand cup tawny flesh gripping her upper thighs and spreading them wider for more access. Another gasp of breath on her part while he works the rest of his buckles off slipping them lower past hip bones and legs until they rest somewhere on the bed lost in the blankets.
"Please." She whimpers once more before placing kisses on him covering his face, her hands working in his hair to tug him more soildly to her. "Vincent…"
He gasps while he positions himself just shy of her sweet opening melting into the sound of her voice, of her need… for him. But he stops, his body turns to stone so to speak while he kisses her then sits up.
"No." She grumbles. 'Not like this, please don't reject me, Vincent. Not like this.' Yuffie sits up as well pulling herself back into his lap while his hands work trying to keep her at bay. "Do not reject me, Vincent." She begs, pleads, anything to get him to continue.
"Your first time should be with someone you care for. No." He whispers trying to hold himself back. Fighting off his bodies wanting and her need. "Not like this… Yuffie… You should…"
"I do." She says letting grey eyes lock on his crimson ones. For once she just lets him see the pain and heartache he would cause her if he refuses her now.
"…" He hiccups and tries not to let his voice break at the intense emotions her eyes show him. 'She loves me?' He wonders while hands stop their fighting and she crawls back up into his lap.
"I do…" With a hiss she grips his length and poises herself above him watching him, waiting for him to reject her this last time. 'He can't love me, but we can give each other something tonight.' She thinks to herself while he lets his lips fall to her neck sucking on the bruised skin, as Vincent gives up the fight and lets her win, again.
Yuffie lowers herself onto him slowly, almost painfully slowly in Vincent's world. Taking the time to let her body grow moist welcome his rather large member. Slowly inch by inch she takes him in gasping when he comes to the point where he will take her virginity.
"Are you sure…?" He calls out still the boyscout at heart. She simply nods some before letting herself fall completely onto him, taking all that he has to offer into herself. Yuffie whimpers softly before biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming out at the sudden pain. "I am sorry…" He whispers into her neck letting hands draw small circles at the base of her spine.
She gasps and tries to collect herself at the pressure and slight pain she felt when she allowed herself to fall onto him. Her body catches up with her sending a series of small pulses around his member as he grips her waist trying to remember to be good and not cause her any more pain.
Moments fall between the two locked in a heated embrace, moments that seem like eternity for them both as Yuffie shifts some and looks up into his eyes. The pain died down to only a simple throbbing around his shaft as she shifts her weight and to rocks back and forth onto him. Vincent lets out a low hissing sound to the sensation that she is causing him to feel. 'So tight… so… gods…'
"Vincent…" She cooes between her motions.
"Yess…" He replies trying to find words to form but failing.
"Why do we fit so well?" She says before taking deep pleasure in kissing the sweat off his neck.
Vincent cannot even think of anything to reply back to the ninja only following her slow motions raising up and down onto her when she rocked those hips. Yuffie gasps while he thrusts into her sharply following his slow rhythm letting kisses fall onto his throat or jaw. His hand shifted down to rub the tender flesh between her legs adding to the overwhelming sensation she was experiencing.
"Vincent…" She cried out once his hand stroked her nub grinding herself onto him picking up the pace while the pressure started to build. She gasps and calls out his name rubbing herself upon him as he holds her down sharply. He kisses her lips keeping her vocal enjoyment to a minimum not wanting anyone to bust in on them in the middle of their lovemaking. Holding her to him while he shifts forward pressing her into the bed while he works those hips and arms to move for them now keeping in mind of her injuries from the past few days.
"Yu…Yuffie." He sighs while rolling his hips around almost sending her over the edge. This thick head meeting the end of her and stroking the spot just inside of her. She sucks in air while his body rubs that spot once more. Vincent grins to himself before he continues his conquest of hitting the spot over and over again hearing all sorts of new sounds from the tiny ninja under him.
"Vinnie…" She says in heated breath while gripping her hands around his shoulders pulling him in for a kiss letting legs wrap around him pulling herself closer to him like before. Closer… closer… she starts to feel it deep within her. The pressure building like never before. Sending her almost over that edge into the oblivion. Almost… almost.
Yuffie gasps and pulls Vincent down for a rough kiss while those ever pleasing movement do just the trick causing her to fall off the cliff. Vincent feels her grip around his member grunting at the pulsating she is giving him while he pumps into her as fast as he can trying to catch his own release while she continues her. Faster and faster he goes noticing her calling out his name again for another orgasm. He continues on his quest pulling almost out of her wetness before shoving himself back into her roughly letting the sounds she makes guide him. Moments later he too finds his release and spills his seed deep within her.
"Gods, Yuffie…" He calls out slumping his form over her trying not to injure her but needing some time to simply breathe.
"I love you…" She says letting her words fall from her mouth in a silken haze while she wipes the sweat from his brow. Instantly when she says them she reliazes her mistake and tries to look away only to be stopped by a hand cupping her face lightly.
"Yuffie…" He utters looking down at her in wonder. How could an angel like her love a devil like him, he wants to ask, but doesn't want to break the magic that she somehow holds on him.
"Sorry…" She says shifting some and trying to think of a way to talk her butt out of this one.
"Don't ever be…" He simply says before pressing lips to hers sealing his fate so to speak. He just kisses her lips and cheeks and brows and any other part of her face that he can reach while still being attached to her. Yuffie simple smiles and giggles some to herself while both gasp at the feeling of her small movements around his very tired shaft. He groans and pulls her closer to him while he grows firmer inside her.
"More?" She asks while eyes widen to the feeling of him hardening inside her.
"Always." He replies before kissing away her fears and moving back into that simple rhythm. "Forever." With that he meant it.