In the week that followed, the news had begun to spread about 'the heroes that saved the Planet.' Hands were shaken countless times, children gazed wide-eyed everywhere the party went, and a few (mainly Cloud) even received marriage proposals.

No wonder they all retreated to the Costa del Sol for a well-deserved break. Despite this, the same gossip circulated; that Sephiroth was gone for good, that the Lifestream teamed up with Holy to destroy Meteor, but at a price. Midgar had been completely decimated, a shell of the city it once was.

Gone but not forgotten, Vincent thought, staring out at the blood red sunset from his hotel room balcony. Aeris...the Lifestream...was it you...?

He sighed softly and leaned on the balcony railings. The warm weather, even in the evening, had forced the gunman out of his usual attire and into comfortable black trousers, his unruly hair free of its bandana and held back in a loose ponytail. He wore no shirt, and found the evening breeze to be very pleasant against his bare skin.

The sound of a door closing made him look over his shoulder. Yuffie smiled at him as she emerged from the en suite bathroom, where she had been taking a cool shower. She had gained a light tan from all her sunbathing, which suited her quite well (her nose was a little burnt though). Wearing just a towel, and with her hair hanging damp, she approached Vincent and slid her arms around him from behind, caressing his chest. "Whatchya thinking about?" she asked.

"...Nothing much," he replied quietly. "Just looking back on everything."

Yuffie laughed lightly. "Glad you came with us?"

"I would never have met you otherwise," he smiled, turning round and leaning his back against the railings as he pulled Yuffie towards him, kissing her softly. "And dare I say, you look lovely, little rose."

She blushed furiously. "Seriously? Come on Vince! I'm naked under this thing!" Seeing his red eyes widen, she laughed. "Don't tell me you didn't know?"

"O-Of course, I just..."

"Mmm, yeah right. Come on." Yuffie grabbed Vincent's hand and pulled him back inside the hotel room, then shut the balcony doors and drew the curtains over them.

Then she dropped her towel.

"Y-Yuffie..." Vincent stammered, suddenly very tight in the lower regions. Yuffie just grinned playfully, and with a single move had dropped her boyfriend's trousers to the floor, pooling at his ankles. Then she shoved him onto the double bed with the silky sheets that she had squealed about so much when they first saw the room (and then proceeded to bounce on them for ten minutes while crowing about the softness and the amazingness and oh my god Vince can I live here).

Vincent kissed Yuffie passionately but gently, running his hands all over her smooth body, mapping the delicate flesh. She pressed herself against him, breasts in full contact with his muscled chest as his kisses left her mouth and trailed down to her neck, leaving wet paths from his tongue and nibbles from his teeth. "Oh, there..." Yuffie moaned, as Vincent found the spot on her neck she loved having played with, and sank his teeth into it. The vast amount of private time the couple had spent together had allowed them to become very in tune with each other's bodies (in other words, they hardly left their hotel room!), and had learnt much more about each other.

Vincent pulled his mouth off and smirked. "Another to the collection," he murmured. It was true; Yuffie's neck, chest and thighs all had at least two lovebites each.

She giggled, feeling her newest bruise. "Awesome," she said, then leaned down and kissed Vincent gently, running her hands through his hair lovingly, breaking it free of its ponytail. He closed his eyes, chest rumbling in a deep, appreciative purr. The delicate hands slid downwards, over his chest, down his stomach, till one met with his growing arousal, wrapping slim fingers round it. Vincent smiled, eyes sliding closed in enjoyable pleasure. "Mmm..."

"You like that?"

"Yes..." Vincent sighed happily. "You know just where to touch..." He bucked his hips slightly to meet with Yuffie's tantalising stroking. "There...yes..."

But it wasn't enough. He needed more, and so did she. Yuffie pulled her hand away, and shifted up the bed to rearrange the many pillows. Then she settled back against them, beckoning for Vincent to join her. "Over here, gorgeous," she cooed, twitching her finger.

"Gladly," he smiled, sliding up the bed with her. Spreading her legs apart, he crawled in between them, kissing and licking at her breasts eagerly. "They've grown," he said in a muffled voice.

Yuffie laughed. "Because you never leave them alone, Vince!"

"I don't plan on leaving them alone." He went back to work, rubbing one nipple while licking at the other. Yuffie moaned softly, hands fisting tightly in his long raven locks.

"Oh, god, I want you," she cried.

He looked up with amused, yet aroused red eyes. "I want you too, Yuffie," he murmured. "I have never wanted anything as much as I want this."

"Go on," she urged, grabbing his hips. "Please..."

"Will I hurt you?"

"I...I don't know."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I thought you knew what you were doing."

Yuffie squirmed, looking uncomfortable. "I've done everything...except this...I didn't want to ruin my dad's reputation, so I just messed around a bit, but I never actually...went all the way..." She attempted a smile. "I wanted to save myself for someone special."

Vincent felt as though he had been winded. "I'm...special?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, Vince." Yuffie reached up to stroke his cheek. "I...I love you."

"Oh, Yuffie..." Abandoning his usual restraint, Vincent swept her into a tight embrace, crushing her to his chest. "Yuffie, my little rose...I love you too."

The ninja snuggled against Vincent happily. Then her eyes widened. "Oh...Vince? I think...you're..."

"Hm? Oh!" Letting go of Yuffie a little and looking down, he realised how closely they were pressed together, very nearly joined. Locking eyes with Yuffie, she nodded. The gunman took a deep breath, feeling his heart pounding. "Okay. Here goes..." Ever so slowly, he pushed. Yuffie uttered a shuddering cry, winding her arms round Vincent's neck and pressing down.

"Oh my god..."

Breathing deeply, face buried in Yuffie's neck, Vincent asked, "Does it hurt?"

"A little, but I can bear it." She wiggled her hips a little, testing their positions. "Yeah, this works."

Vincent kissed Yuffie on the nose. "Ready, little rose?"

"Go on," she said breathlessly.

I will not mess this up. I will not mess this up. Vincent took another deep breath, and withdrew a little, keeping an eye on Yuffie's expression at all times. She gazed back at him, face impassive, till he slid back in and she arched her back, moaning softly. His breathing ragged, Vincent pressed his brow to Yuffie's, hands bunching in the sheets either side of her as his gentle movements began, creating a steady rhythm.

Never did he imagine that making love could feel so truly wonderful. Yuffie was the perfect lover, moulding to his body, knowing it inside and out, and the way she was moaning with pleasure, legs locked around the gunman's lower back, indicated that he was at least doing a half-decent job. He found himself moaning also, but tried to muffle it by kissing Yuffie. The rest of the party were nowhere near their room, but a touch of nerves remained.

Yuffie pulled out of the kiss, and gasped through her haze of pleasure, "Sit back." Frowning, Vincent slid an arm round Yuffie's back, and dragged her up with him, so she was sitting in his lap, legs still locked around him. She grinned. "I just want us to experiment a little."

"It feels good already," Vincent assured her. This time, Yuffie took a little control, winding her arms round his neck and moving her legs either side. She began to rock her hips, creating unbelievable friction while keeping her movements fluid. Vincent groaned his lover's name and thrust upwards to meet with the ninja, causing her to bounce up and down a little.

The rubbing, the excitement, the feel of Vincent against her...Yuffie came completely undone. Biting down on Vincent's shoulder, she cried out loudly as an explosive climax ripped through her entire body, leaving her shaking. She clung to her lover, whimpering as he continued to thrust into her. The tight spasms of her wet walls proved to be Vincent's undoing, and he released inside her with a series of groans.

Smiling contentedly, Yuffie lay her head on Vincent's well-bitten shoulder. He wound his arms round her, holding her still trembling body close. "That was wonderful," she whispered.

"It was indeed," agreed Vincent. They fell silent, holding each other for a few minutes, till Vincent gently pulled out and lay Yuffie back on the bed, settling down beside her. Resting his raven head on Yuffie's chest, he sighed. "So much has happened..."

"But was it worth it?"

The gunman looked up with love and warmth glittering in his red eyes. "Every moment has been worth it to be with someone as perfect as you," he said softly. Yuffie squealed happily, and kissed her lover with gentle passion. Their exertions, needless to say, had taken it out of them, and they snuggled down for a much-needed rest.

Well, I haven't really been here a lot. I have a habit of writing stuff and then forgetting about it, truth is I have (at the moment!) 50+ stories on this little thing, and only half or so are uploaded. I still haven't completed the sequel to One Thing Leads To Another (which is getting rewritten) either. Sorry! This one has a sequel too, but that's mostly completed, methinks. Peace out. x x Tia x x