Do Not Disturb

"Cloud!" Tifa called, "Come on! We're going to go see Vincent!" Cloud wrinkled his nose and pulled himself out of bed. How could he help it if he'd been out late on a delivery last night? So what if it was two in the afternoon? He should be allowed sleep.

"Cloud! Cloud! Are you listening?" He heard her stomping up the stairs to their shared room. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. SLAM.

"Cloud, I'm warning you..." her voice, very close now, was threatening. He decided that response was his best option.

"Mmmflrmm," he muttered eloquently. Tifa sighed angrily, then yanked his blanket off. Blinking owlishly into the light, Cloud glared balefully at Tifa, the one who had disturbed his rest. "Fine," he spat back, and waited. She stared at him.

"I'm not going to change with you in here," he pointed out.

Tifa smiled at him. "Well, then. I'll just be going." She turned to walk out, then pivoted on her heel to scoop up his blankets, parading out of the room.

"Damn..." he muttered. She'd learned all his tricks.

xXx

Yuffie was stationed by the door in Vincent's apartment. Shelke had called her only minutes before to inform her that Vincent had left the debriefing, and was headed back to his rooms. She had also informed Yuffie, rather smugly, that she was no longer on medical leave, and free to undertake any physical activity she wished. Or, as Yuffie immediately perceived it, sex. She heard his key turn in the lock, and her breath caught in her throat. Excitement bubbled through her body, to the very tips of her fingers.

The door opened. She hurtled towards him, winding her arms around his neck, and kissing him, effectively glomping him. His clawed hand threaded through her shoulder-length hair, pulling her closer, but then he pulled back. His eyes were soft, but she could read the fire behind his irises. He was glad to see her, ecstatic, maybe, and he wanted her. But not yet.

"Yuffie..." he whispered. "I...missed you." She felt tears in her eyes, overflowing. "I missed you, too, Vinny." They stood, and finally, he shrugged off his pack. He rolled his shoulders, and Yuffie began to massage the muscles there. Brushing away her attentions, Vincent leaned down and claimed her lips in another sweet, joyful kiss. His tongue slid out a bit, tracing her bottom lip so lightly that he seemed to be begging for entrance. That was wrong, she thought. He should never have to beg her. Her lips parted in a rush of warm air, and their kiss deepened. His unarmored hand pressed the small of her back, and she arched up to him. Who cared if he was over forty years older than her? He certainly didn't look it. He didn't act it, either.

She grabbed at his cloak, stumbling backwards and dragging him with her. He pressed her against the wall, kissing her more passionately. She smiled against his lips. Her plan of seduction was working.

Vincent could tell, from the movements of her lips, her torso, she was trying to seduce him. He had known she would try since he saw the "Do Not Disturb" sign on his own door. Not, he reflected, that it would take much doing, considering the length of time since they had last had any physical relations, including kissing. A soft moan from her lips drove him closer to the edge. He swept her tiny, lithe little form up against his own frame, cradling her and kissing her as he strode towards his own bedroom.

She giggled a bit as he lifted her, but the strength behind the move, how he seemed to find her weightless...it left her gasping. She began fumbling with the clasps on his cloak as soon as they crossed the threshold to his room, pushing the material back over his shoulders. It whispered to the ground. He kicked off his boots, while she pulled the knot on her headband. He reached for the buckle that held her shirt together, and unfastened it. That joined his cloak on the floor.

Clad in a pair of orange shorts and a bra, Yuffie let out a minute sigh as Vincent laid her on the bed, then looked down at her with loving eyes.

He watched her, lying there, disheveled and tempting, and a thought struck him. He loved this woman more than anything else, more than he could even conceive. This woman, Yuffie, she would bear his children one day. He would marry her.

"You're beautiful," he said. She blushed lightly, then reached up and tugged on the zipper on his shirt.

"So're you, Vincent." He snorted, and let her continue removing his shirt. She let it fall as well, then he reached to unbuckle his gauntlet. The moment the armor had released his arm, she pulled him back down to her with a kiss, pulling the headband from his hair. It fell in his face, and he no longer looked at all scary or intimidating. He returned the kiss one hundredfold, and her fingers tangled in his long, long, silky hair.

xXx

Cloud trudged up the corridor with Tifa, Cid, and a very pregnant Shera. He ran a hand through damp locks. What had he done to deserve being doused with cold water? Slept in, apparently. He reached Vincent's door first, and hesitated.

"It says, 'Do Not Disturb.' Someone's written "under any circumstances, ever,' in little letters underneath the normal bit." Tifa bent to look at the handwriting. "That looks like Yuffie's writing. I think we can probably go in, though. It's Vincent, after all."

"Yes but if the sign is anything to go by, it's Yuffie too, and...well..." he paused, trying to think of a tasteful way to put it, "Do you realize how long it's been since they last saw each other?"
Tifa waved the insinuation away. "So we might walk in on a little kissing. It's no biggie."

Shera, having caught on to what Cloud was saying, added, "No, Tifa, maybe we should give them some alone time."

"We'll be fine, Shera," Cid said gruffly. "And I ain't got any time today to be visiting Valentine and the Ninja brat `cept now." He turned the knob, and pushed the door open. It met interference with a thump, but he shoved it anyway.

They filed into the hallway, and discovered that the obstruction was Vincent's pack, left by the door.

"Vincent?" Tifa called. A creak issued from what was his bedroom, and Cloud could swear he heard heavy breathing. He watched with apprehension as Tifa walked towards the bedroom. The door was closed. She knocked. "Vincent?"

xXx

The pair froze when a knock sounded. "Vincent?" called Tifa's voice. She apparently decided that if something was wrong (Vincent never just left his things around), that was more important than privacy. The door swung open, and Tifa poked her head around the door.

Of all the things Tifa thought might be on the other side of the door, this was not one of them. The sight that met her eyes was...interesting, to say the least. Clothes and various bits of gear were strewn around the floor, and on the bed...Well, a sheet thankfully covered the two forms from the waist down, but other than that...

Vincent was hovering over Yuffie, both of their bodies bare, long dark hair unrestrained, frozen, staring at the door. Yuffie's arms were around his shoulders, and his were holding up his weight. His hair fell over his shoulder on one side, acting like a kind of curtain. A backdrop, sheltering both their faces...but on the wrong side. They made for a dramatic picture, and a shocking one.

Tifa withdrew her head, snapping the door closed once more. She turned mechanically, and walked straight back towards the exit.

"Tifa, what's wrong," Cloud asked. She turned, looking at him with a pained expression.

"Yuffie. Vincent. Sex."

"Ah," he said, comprehending. "Do Not Disturb."