Another short chapter, gomen. But it's a bit steamier than the last ones,
though.
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I brought him to the Gondola.
"What the fuck did you bring me here for, Vincent?" Cid muttered tiredly.
"You need to relax, Cid," I told him simply. He needed rest, relaxation.. release. Strangely the line for the gondola was perfectly empty, which suited me just as well. We proceeded without difficulty, and soon he and I were headed up to the very top of the tower.
Alone.
The rickety wooden box creaked along the cables as we rose, higher and higher toward the apex of the gondola's tracks. He sat on one side, I on the other; we both stayed very quiet. The only noise was the faint, distant sound of the Chocobo races and Cid cracking his knuckles.
I felt no remorse for taking him there. It was something he needed, more than he realized, if he even realized it at all. Looking at him, the dark circles under his eyes, the tension in his hands and face, made it very clear that Cid needed three things: physical exhaustion, release, and sleep. And probably a good meal, but that could wait until morning. It wasn't the fact that he needed this, and that he would get it, and really it wasn't the fact that I wanted to be the one to give it to him.
It was that I wanted to be the only one to give it to him.
I began to contemplate. What I planned to do would mean shattering the glass wall between us, without warning or invitation; doing this meant I had to take without asking, assume consent, and it wasn't something I was sure I could live with if it were an advance he did not want; it would ruin our tentative friendship, and the waves of something deeper would dry up at my feet. On a more practical and less dire note, I would need more time than the gondola ride could give, unless I tampered with motor on the car, and that meant I would be trapped, in a small space, with an angry, overstressed Cid.
As is often his manner, he blurted, "I don't get it, Vincent, what the fuck are we doing? There's more shit to be done and you know it! Cloud needs us to--"
I leaned forward, laid my hand over his mouth. "Shh, Cid. Think rationally. You are tense, stressed, and you haven't been eating properly. Forget about Cloud for now, forget Meteor, forget the Huge Materia, forget it all."
"Forget--!" he barked; he looked like he wanted to hit me, or at least berate me for being stupid.
"Yes, Cid. Forget. Stop thinking about it."
He batted my hand away from his face, gruffly. "What am I supposed to think about?! Cloud is sick, the poor bastard. He's so fucked up in the head he can't talk straight, I almost fuckin' destroyed a whole city that's already HAD the shit kicked out of it, and Sephiroth, and Meteor..."
"Cid."
"What?"
I stood up and planted my claw on his chest, pushed him back against the wooden wall of the gondola and watched a faint blush wash across his cheeks. "Stop. Thinking."
I straddled his lap and leaned in close against him, staring into his eyes as I undid the buckles fastening my cape. He froze, eyes wide, pulse racing so quickly that I could nearly hear it, and his gaze darted away from mine only just long enough to watch the red fabric slide off my shoulders and onto the floor.
"Vincen--"
I laid a finger against his lips. "Shh." Softly I brushed my mouth over his forehead, a butterfly kiss, and I heard his breathing pick up. Now was the moment of truth; his heart rate was up, his breathing was quick, and he was wound so tight beneath my hands I thought he might snap; I held my breath and waited for a hand to throw me to the floor of the gondola, or a broad palm to slap me away from him.
It never came. I let my breath go. "So tense.." I murmured, lightly dusting more kisses across his cheeks, his eyelids, his temples. Soon his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, and I was able to slightly tip his head back with one hand. "Relax.."
"Vincent, what are you...?" he trailed off.
I couldn't help but laugh, partly to cover my nervousness and partly because he sounded genuinely surprised. "Is it that shocking?" I whispered against the near-white downy hair at his temple. "Every night I've had to watch you fall apart... come apart at the seams... and every night I have to stop myself from doing this, just to give you a few moments' peace..." I tilted his head back as far as I could so I could look him in the eyes. "I will not do that anymore, Cid Highwind."
I took his hands and raised them to my lips, pulled off the worn leather gloves with my teeth. "I won't put up with it," I repeated, and I guided his hands to my hips, spreading my legs a little wider to settle firmly into his lap. "If you truly do not want this, I will remove myself from you and we need never speak of it again. But if you do..."
I kissed the corner of his mouth, not quite a real kiss.
"Vincent..." he trailed off, not sure what to say. "We... there's too much to--"
"Yes or no, Cid. You need this and you know it, but if you refuse me now I won't offer again."
Cid's eyes, tension, want, worry and lust chasing each other back and forth behind the sky blue sheen, bored into mine and I held my breath, waiting for his decision.
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Chapter 4; lemon or no lemon? You tell me, I'm never sure how far to go with these things.. ^^:
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I brought him to the Gondola.
"What the fuck did you bring me here for, Vincent?" Cid muttered tiredly.
"You need to relax, Cid," I told him simply. He needed rest, relaxation.. release. Strangely the line for the gondola was perfectly empty, which suited me just as well. We proceeded without difficulty, and soon he and I were headed up to the very top of the tower.
Alone.
The rickety wooden box creaked along the cables as we rose, higher and higher toward the apex of the gondola's tracks. He sat on one side, I on the other; we both stayed very quiet. The only noise was the faint, distant sound of the Chocobo races and Cid cracking his knuckles.
I felt no remorse for taking him there. It was something he needed, more than he realized, if he even realized it at all. Looking at him, the dark circles under his eyes, the tension in his hands and face, made it very clear that Cid needed three things: physical exhaustion, release, and sleep. And probably a good meal, but that could wait until morning. It wasn't the fact that he needed this, and that he would get it, and really it wasn't the fact that I wanted to be the one to give it to him.
It was that I wanted to be the only one to give it to him.
I began to contemplate. What I planned to do would mean shattering the glass wall between us, without warning or invitation; doing this meant I had to take without asking, assume consent, and it wasn't something I was sure I could live with if it were an advance he did not want; it would ruin our tentative friendship, and the waves of something deeper would dry up at my feet. On a more practical and less dire note, I would need more time than the gondola ride could give, unless I tampered with motor on the car, and that meant I would be trapped, in a small space, with an angry, overstressed Cid.
As is often his manner, he blurted, "I don't get it, Vincent, what the fuck are we doing? There's more shit to be done and you know it! Cloud needs us to--"
I leaned forward, laid my hand over his mouth. "Shh, Cid. Think rationally. You are tense, stressed, and you haven't been eating properly. Forget about Cloud for now, forget Meteor, forget the Huge Materia, forget it all."
"Forget--!" he barked; he looked like he wanted to hit me, or at least berate me for being stupid.
"Yes, Cid. Forget. Stop thinking about it."
He batted my hand away from his face, gruffly. "What am I supposed to think about?! Cloud is sick, the poor bastard. He's so fucked up in the head he can't talk straight, I almost fuckin' destroyed a whole city that's already HAD the shit kicked out of it, and Sephiroth, and Meteor..."
"Cid."
"What?"
I stood up and planted my claw on his chest, pushed him back against the wooden wall of the gondola and watched a faint blush wash across his cheeks. "Stop. Thinking."
I straddled his lap and leaned in close against him, staring into his eyes as I undid the buckles fastening my cape. He froze, eyes wide, pulse racing so quickly that I could nearly hear it, and his gaze darted away from mine only just long enough to watch the red fabric slide off my shoulders and onto the floor.
"Vincen--"
I laid a finger against his lips. "Shh." Softly I brushed my mouth over his forehead, a butterfly kiss, and I heard his breathing pick up. Now was the moment of truth; his heart rate was up, his breathing was quick, and he was wound so tight beneath my hands I thought he might snap; I held my breath and waited for a hand to throw me to the floor of the gondola, or a broad palm to slap me away from him.
It never came. I let my breath go. "So tense.." I murmured, lightly dusting more kisses across his cheeks, his eyelids, his temples. Soon his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, and I was able to slightly tip his head back with one hand. "Relax.."
"Vincent, what are you...?" he trailed off.
I couldn't help but laugh, partly to cover my nervousness and partly because he sounded genuinely surprised. "Is it that shocking?" I whispered against the near-white downy hair at his temple. "Every night I've had to watch you fall apart... come apart at the seams... and every night I have to stop myself from doing this, just to give you a few moments' peace..." I tilted his head back as far as I could so I could look him in the eyes. "I will not do that anymore, Cid Highwind."
I took his hands and raised them to my lips, pulled off the worn leather gloves with my teeth. "I won't put up with it," I repeated, and I guided his hands to my hips, spreading my legs a little wider to settle firmly into his lap. "If you truly do not want this, I will remove myself from you and we need never speak of it again. But if you do..."
I kissed the corner of his mouth, not quite a real kiss.
"Vincent..." he trailed off, not sure what to say. "We... there's too much to--"
"Yes or no, Cid. You need this and you know it, but if you refuse me now I won't offer again."
Cid's eyes, tension, want, worry and lust chasing each other back and forth behind the sky blue sheen, bored into mine and I held my breath, waiting for his decision.
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Chapter 4; lemon or no lemon? You tell me, I'm never sure how far to go with these things.. ^^: