37. See
Yuffie groaned and dug her head deeper into Vincent's side. "My eyes are burning, Vinnie! How are you so calm?"
"Yuffie," he sighed, "You knew that those two had been on a date. You chose to drag us to Shelke's today. It's your own fault." In spite of this sentiment, he placed an arm around her prone form and drew her closer.
"I know that, but Shelke told me they hadn't got past first. I didn't expect him to still be there, and I didn't expect them to still be going at it!" she protested. They fell into a silence. Then Yuffie spoke again. "Kinda reminds you of that time Teef walked in on us, doesn't it?"
He laughed very softly. "Yes, I suppose it does."
She grinned and pulled her head up, rolling over so she could look him in the face. "As awkward as that encounter was, we did have some really great sex."
"So vulgar." But he eyed her tolerantly. It had been some really great sex, made all the better by their mutual forced celibacy of over eight months. Yuffie sighed, then pulled herself up a little to kiss him quickly. "Love you," she muttered, then sank back so her head was on his lap, facing him. He stroked her face softly for a moment before she continued speaking.
"I mean, they're this really sweet couple, and that's great but…The Bossman and Shelke? I really didn't….ever….need to know that, y'know? Let alone see it." She shuddered.
Vincent smiled very gently behind his collar, his hand sliding over hers. "Yuffie, just because they seem like very calm, and I dare say, dull people in public does not mean that they remain so behind the closed—or mostly closed—doors of the bedroom." He gave her a pointed look to underline the statement "mostly closed".
"But I didn't need to see."
"I think we can safely agree that that was completely your fault."
Yuffie glowered, but nodded. "I know. But still."
"What Yuffie?"
"Reeve certainly has a pasty ass."
She couldn't hear his laughter, but she could see it dancing behind red irises.