Disclaimer: I Do not own FF7, it's characters, or anything dealing with Square Enix. This is a work of literary fiction and I do not gain anything from it other than personal pleasure.
A/N: Okay! So, this chapter, again, is pure smut... this time written by my Koibito, Riverseithr. I promise you all, the plot returns after this chapter. And on a side note, I know that it said in chapter 7 that Vincent was coming at 2... well, apparantly, Mellon and Koibito have an odd way of coordinating... Mellon had yuffie in mind as the wutain woman in the bar and so did Koibito... so, suffice it to say, even though it SAYS 2 o clock... I don't know if that's the actual time. Again, reviews are welcome... i will beg if need be...
Vincent was not entirely sure if he had heard her right. Setting her upright, and looking down at her, he wanted to make sure. "Repeat that."
"I said I w-wanted you." Yuffie blurted out, her confidence dwindling down along with her ego somewhere in a dark corner of her mind. Of course Vincent Valentine would be able to leave her nothing but a pile of goo, and stuttering like a dumbstruck schoolgirl. No, she was the great Yuffie Kisaragi, the single white rose of Wutai! The best ninja to ever live!
Taking the remainder of the glass, she poured it down her throat in one gulp, believing that it was courage, and to help get what she was about to ask off her chest. "Vincent, I said I wanted you. I want more than to kiss you! You can't just stand there and look so drop dead sexy and pretend that any female who isn't brain dead, and not Tifa, Shelke, or Marlene, isn't attracted to you. You're just so- ugh -I want everything you are Vincent."
"I see." Vincent looking down at her. "Yuffie, I don't believe this open bar is the best place to talk about such things. Can we talk about this in private?"
Yuffie's mind ran a million miles. She wondered if she was too sudden, if she didn't get her message clear enough. Was he ready for what she asked, and was she sure of what she was asking. By the blank expression, Yuffie was sure she made a mistake. Turning away for a moment, Yuffie stuck the glass back on the bar and looked at Tifa. Tifa was just standing there in disbelief. The poor little ninja had completely misunderstood Vincent's intentions. Before Tifa could say anything, a girl with a rather large looking male companion spit her whiskey clear across the bar, onto Yuffie. Yuffie groaned in disgust.
"Great, just great!" Yuffie said trying not to cry.
"If you need to change clothes, go ahead. I am sure that will give you the chance to talk." Tifa said smiling, hoping the Wutain would get the hint.
Vincent almost glared at Tifa. It had been at least thirty years since he had a woman, and he didn't want to ravage her and end up scaring her off, or worse hurting her. Images appeared in his mind with Yuffie undressing, and while pleasing, he didn't need them right now. Yes, they had spent quite sometime together as companions on various missions, but the world didn't need saving now, there was nothing to distract him. Before he could protest, Tifa came around from the bar, took both of them, and practically threw them to the stairs, before retreating back behind the bar to clean up the mess. Tifa gave them one last glance, hoping neither of them would back off from this opportunity.
"Just don't break anything!" Tifa called back to them.
Yuffie was in her room, going through her luggage. When she found another shirt to replace the one that smelled, she turned and saw Vincent in the doorway, the door shut behind him. She barely gave him a glance before she gave a weak happy tone. "Sit down if you like, you said you wanted to talk."
Yuffie began to move toward her bathroom, but was suddenly caught by cold metal. Twisting around, Yuffie ducked, and her instincts kicked in, causing her to throw a punch at the sudden intruder. Her hand was caught by Vincent. "I'm sorry. I did not mean to startle you."
Yuffie giggled nervously. "Well if it was anyone else, I would have knocked them out. I'm fine, I promise."
"We need to talk." Vincent said in a smooth tone. "I am not letting you go until we do."
Yuffie once again, let her mind take over as scenarios began to play in her head. Okay, he cared for her and kissed her, but that didn't mean he was interested in that. She also didn't take into account that all those horrible experiments, what if he couldn't? Not that she-so yeah that would make her relationship, if that was what this was, difficult, but she wouldn't stop caring. Yuffie was cut off by her thoughts when she felt herself sitting down on the bed. Vincent had moved her from her spot to this one. Looking up at him, she swallowed thickly. "Alright, talk."
"Yuffie, there are things you already know. I have had horrible, inhumane experiments preformed on me. I now contain demons from different parts of the world, and I am nearly indestructible, but you are not. I do not wish to hurt you, and I would like all of you as well-" Vincent said before Yuffie cut him off.
"So what is the problem? That you may be a bit rough? Vincent Valentine, I own every Materia there is. If I get a scratch or bruise, accidentally, I can fix it, and I always carry potions." Yuffie said in a hopeful tone. "I can handle anything. I am the Great Ninja Yuffie, the Single White Rose of Wutai!"
"Yuffie this isn't a game, nor is this us on a mission. I know quite well what you are capable of." Vincent said, placing his hands on her shoulders, steeling himself against his own thoughts and desires. "Internal damage is not pleasant."
"Vincent." Yuffie said rising slowly. "You couldn't hurt me. You wouldn't hurt me. I know that, and it is time you know that."
"There is another question, have you done anything like this before?" He asked, not that he cared if she still was a virgin or not, it just meant he would have to be extra careful.
Yuffie blushed, confirming Vincent's question. "You do realize that my teenage years were spent hunting Materia, before I joined AVALANCHE and I have been saving the world ever since. I didn't have time. Don't twist my words around either Vincent. I like you because you helped us, and you are a good man, this isn't a convenience, ya know!"
Vincent had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. "I wasn't going to suggest such a thing. However, I am honored that you think so highly of me. There is another matter.."
"Vincent, there is this new invention called birth control. While I may still be a virgin, I am not stupid! Ever since I first bled, my father had me placed on birth control, in case one of Shinra's men found me. While I don't use the same methods, I take a shot every three months that makes it hard for me to get pregnant." Yuffie, huffed, "Elena also gave me those wrapper things, telling me to always carry them, because men can be stupid."
Yuffie was tired of talking! She had him in her room, alone. How many times had she daydreamed about this? She figured it was about time she pounced. Wrapping her arms suddenly around Vincent, she jumped onto him and planted her lips against his. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she locked herself around him, making sure he wasn't going to escape. A low sound could be heard, echoing from Vincent's throat, right before she found herself once again on her bed, on her back with Vincent's hands squeezing on her shoulders. A warm feeling brushed across her lips, and as she opened them to question, his tongue invaded her hot cavern, brushing along hers.
Moments passed before they broke apart, both of them holding breath they had long forgotten. As Vincent broke away, his hands had already unfastened his cloak and she watched as the crimson fabric cascaded to the floor. Vincent grasped her legs and carefully unwound them from his person, taking off her boots and dropping them to the side. When her boots were out of the way, he slowly pulled off the glove of his right hand with his teeth before he slid off her socks and dropped them to the floor. Yuffie sat up and tried to attach herself to Vincent, but he placed his palm on her shoulder and pushed her gently back to the bed.
"Wait." Vincent said simply, a small twitch appearing in his lips, almost if he was smiling.
Yuffie sat there, with a huff, wondering why she had to wait. His movement caught her eye, and she was suddenly reminded why. His hands made quick work of his shirt, revealing a pale chest, decorated with scars from his life before she knew him; the gunshot and Protomateria being the most prominent. Vincent then worked on getting his gauntlet off*.
"I can help." Yuffie offered. When he held out his left arm, she found the buckles holding the pieces together at the top. Undoing them, she helped him slip off the gauntlet. Underneath was something she did not expect. About midway down his arm was a scar, making his arm look burned, but when her eyes landed on the lower portion, she bit her lip. The arm was discolored to that of his body, a sickly gray white color, and the size was much thinner than that of his other, however it was still a human like arm.
"Something wrong?" Vincent asked, following her gaze to his left arm. "I have gotten used to the fact, it did not belong to me in the first place. It is just a reminder of what has happened to me."
"No, I just have never seen you without your gauntlet before." Yuffie blushed, continuing an embarrassing story. "Cid got drunk one night and bet that your arm was...not an arm. Can we continue this and not talk about arms, or anything else."
Pulling off the gauntlet, he let it slide to the floor with a loud, thump. Yuffie seemed to occupy herself with helping him undress, gently tugging on his shirt, her eyes picking a spot on the wall. Vincent smirked, and as his shirt hit the floor, he brought his right hand to cup her jaw, bringing her face close to him and forcing her to look at him. Yuffie had the decency to blush at least, right before she began kissing him again.
Vincent soon found himself in nothing but his pants, and Yuffie was down to hardly wearing anything but her silk panties. Vincent began moving down her body, planting soft kisses and feather light touches, causing Yuffie to arch against him and her breath to hitch. As he found himself at her breasts, he took one hardened bud in his mouth, his hand kneading and teasing the other. He was rewarded with her high pitched voice crying out his name. Chuckling, he nipped her lightly before pulling back, moving toward his destination. Lowering himself, he sat on his knees as he took his arms and hooked a finger under her panties, removing them in one swift motion. Rising up, he undid his pants, slowly peeling them off his body, his eyes locked onto Yuffie through the dark curtain of his hair.
Yuffie was already about to have her heart jump out of her body when he began taking off his pants. Oh gods, why was he taking them off, slowly? She wondered if this was how things were done when she caught was was hidden under those pants. Vincent Valentine could never say he was overcompensating for anything, and now Yuffie wondered how she could fit him within her. She knew what happened during childbirth, so it should, he was not as large as an entire baby, but, she may not walk in the morning. No, Yuffie steeled herself, it was nothing more than a trick of the light and her nerves. Letting her breath go slowly, she watched as he crawled languidly up the bed toward her body.
Gently parting her legs again, Yuffie wondered what he was doing as his head nestled between her thighs. She rose up just in time for his tongue to lap at her core. Yuffie fell back on the mattress as he began to nip at her, her hips acting on their own, rising up slightly to grant him more access. Suddenly she felt an intrusion as he slowly pushed a finger into her and began to drag it out and thrust it back in. When he felt she was ready, he added another digit and smiled as she panted his name, and writhed beneath him. Before long his fingers were coated with her essence, and he removed them before he rose up to meet her face again, nestling between her legs. positioning himself, after retrieving a condom and putting it on.
"No regrets?" He asked, rewarded with her head shaking from side to side. "I must apologize, this will hurt at first, since your body is unaccustomed to-"
"Vincent, I want you in me, now! Talk about that later!" Yuffie whined.
Vincent lowered himself to her ear, letting his breath ghost over her ear. "As you wish." He breathed before he entered her. He felt her body tense up in obvious pain. Taking it gently, he held himself still until her body had relaxed and adjusted to the intrusion. He asked her if it was okay to keep going, and with a small pained yes he continued until he was fully sheathed into her body. He started the pace slow, to allow her to adjust. When Yuffie wrapped her legs around his waist to give him better access, he picked up the pace. He soon set a rhythm that had her moaning his name with every thrust. When Vincent could not take anymore of the agonizing, blissful, tight heat, he groaned out. "I'm sorry."
His thrusts were becoming harsher and his pace was faster than it was before. Yuffie arched against him and held on for dear life as her body was wracked with intense pleasure. Her breath was ragged, and her mouth was dry. "V-Vincent...I.." Her sentence could not be finished as something tore from her. It was intense and felt as though her soul was being pulled out of her body as it shattered.
Vincent felt her walls clamp down on him, almost restricting his movement as he pushed toward his completion, only able to give a few more thrusts before his own orgasm claimed him. He kissed her as his body was sapped of its strength, rolling to the side so he would not knock her out of breath. Vincent rose up and placed his head in his hand, watching her as she blinked. "You're not dead, if that is the question."
"H-how? What was that?" Yuffie panted.
"I do believe they call it an orgasm." Vincent teased.
"Huh." Yuffie said turning to meet his eyes. "I hope there are more of those, I mean what if that is the only time that I ever get one?"
"No." Vincent answered her, trying not to roll his eyes. "I will give you one every time, I promise."
**A/N: Vincent's Gauntlet. I have tried to search this many times to see if he had a human arm or if the gauntlet itself was a robotic arm. The majority of the places I searched say that it is just a gauntlet. However, there have been talk on sites, I am unsure what to believe, that it states in FF7 that his arm was infected by gangrene or an experiment gone wrong, and it was removed. There are so many possibilities with the experiments that could have regrown it back, or it could have been replaced with either cybernetics or another arm. Now I am going down a middle road...it is going to be both, experimental, and totally twisted. It is going to be, for this purpose, and a hideous reminder, another arm! I also know that when amputations happen they usually go for the 'head' of the bone they are slicing into..However, what that arm belonged to before it was grafted onto Vincent, I will leave that up to you readers.