Yomg, two updates within an hour. This one ought to balance out the extreme angst of the last one.
50. Breaking the Rules
"Damn, damn, damn, damn!" Yuffie cursed as she dragged Vincent down the hall. Her feet flew, determined to outrun the clatter of her father's ninja along the hall behind her, Vincent carried along involuntarily in her wake.
With a triumphant shout, the ninja Princess wrenched open a door in the wall and used Vincent's unwilling forward momentum to swing him into the space beyond, allowing herself to be towed behind him, and the door crashed closed behind them.
The room—if you could call it that—behind the door was pitch black and, as the two occupants were increasingly discovering, very small.
"Yuffie—" Vincent began. She hushed him, and then the clatter of running footsteps came level with the broom closet in which they hid. Vincent practically held his breath as he stilled, heart hammering against his ribs, and his ninja friend pressed tight against his chest as she shook with silent laughter.
The footsteps stopped, and Yuffie pressed herself closer against Vincent, her hand creeping up in the pitch black to place a single silencing finger against his lips. She trembled with soundless giggles as they listened to the guard puzzle over where she might be; Vincent was privately thankful that none of this group were terribly bright.
He supposed he should also be thankful that they weren't chasing after him to try and kill him for daring to associate with their young princess. There were stories, some of them quite descriptive, of things that happened to males suspected of defiling females in the royal families of Wutai, and while he'd certainly never done any such thing, the Council and even Godo, to some extent, seemed suspicious of his motives in accompanying Yuffie to her homeland as she prepared to choose a suitor and marry.
With a wry, internal smile, he noted that his current position would likely win him no favors in the eyes of Yuffie's many protectors.
The footsteps padded off again, this time accompanied by consternated mumblings and an angry voice or two. When the noises had faded enough, Yuffie took her hand away from Vincent's face, although she stayed pressed against him in the dark.
"Yuffie," he said, voice full of reproving and gentle rebuke.
"I can't help it if I'm a little rough around the edges," she snarked back, humor in her tone. "My manners got a little lost when I was off saving the world, y'know?"
"Goodness, did they?" Vincent inquired sarcastically. "Mine certainly didn't."
"We can't all be perfect, now can we, Vinnie?" She reached up to tousle his hair, but missed and instead poked him in the eye.
He hissed and spat a quiet, pithy curse, and caught her hand as she attempted to retract it. They froze in the blackness.
Yuffie moved first, very carefully sliding her free hand up Vincent's claw arm, over his shoulder, and onto his face.
"What are you—" he asked, but was cut off by her finger, which again covered his lips.
"Shhh," she told him unnecessarily, and traced the lines of his face delicately with her fingertips. His breath was hot against her skin as she outlined his lips.
After a moment, Vincent shook her off, and the hand came to rest, flat against his cheek. She giggled at the light stubble that edged his jaw, and he made a low, growling noise in retaliation.
Before Yuffie could sort out their situation properly, Vincent had released her wrist, and slid his human hand up her back, to the base of her skull, his claw arm coming to rest around her waist. Her free hand, almost of its own volition, rested lightly on his shoulder.
Her breath shuddered and she whispered, "Vinnie?" into the darkness, unable to see him, but feeling him, his touch.
"Yuffie," he acknowledged. Her hands burned on his skin, and he inhaled carefully.
"Vincent, I—"
He kissed her. Yuffie made a tiny keening noise through her nose and let him go on kissing her. Without so much as a by-your-leave, Yuffie found her arms winding passionately around his neck, as Vincent made liquid fire of her blood.
Tongue was introduced. Yuffie dizzily recalled a sloppy kiss with another ninja student, a boy from some ancient noble house or other. She'd been young, he'd been unskilled... But Vincent? Vincent was certainly skilled. With delicate fervor he drew her out of her shell and kissed her in earnest, melting her in his arms like so much wax by a flame.
"Vi-incent," Yuffie panted, shaking her head in a break. "I—where—I, uh..." Then he'd been kissing her again. He bent her lightly backward, just enough to make her limber back stretch, and used that tension for his own nefarious purposes, namely the continued transformation of her legs, and other parts, into jelly.
It took her a long, long while to dredge up the strength to push away. But once she did so, she felt the exhilarating joy and power of his kisses and her own precocious refusal.
Yuffie pushed herself out of his arms and was gone in a sudden waterfall of laughter.
xXx
"Fuck," Yuffie almost giggles, her voice hysterical.
That sound is enough to draw more than just a raised eyebrow from her partner. Vincent feels all sorts of unpleasant concern for her welling in his stomach. "The situation is not so bad. We are, I grant you, trapped for potentially a number of days in a cave with no company but each other, but we are often in this sort of scenario. We have enough food, and have not driven each other insane or murdered one another yet."
Yuffie manic-giggled again. "Right. Sure. Not bad. Stuck here with Vince...Stuck here alone with Vince. Stuck here alone with Vince."
"Did you get enough sleep before we left?" Vincent asked suspiciously. "Or have you had caffeine tablets."
"Caff-tabs," she half sung in high-strung reply. Her hands jittered over her weapons, and Vincent suddenly wished he could remove them from her immediate reach.
"I believe," he said very slowly, "That Reeve discussed with you why you should never take caffeine tabs."
"Yeah, but who says I listen to Reevey, huh?" Yuffie abruptly challenged. "Maybe he's a spy! Maybe he's out to g-g-g-get me!" Paranoia, Vincent thought.
Her nonsense ramblings only got worse as time passed, and his concern increased incrementally by the moment. After a few hours she is crouched in a corner, shivering and muttering to her shuriken.
This is much worse that Vincent has ever seen her, so he does the only thing he can think of; he scoops her up and kisses her.
Yuffie makes exclamatory sounds against his lips for a while before she sort of gives up and becomes malleable clay in Vincent's arms. Her movements are soft and rounded and gently demanding, and the sounds she makes have become much less frantic, more relaxed and expectant and just generally extremely innocently pleased, which is playing merry hell with Vincent's libido.
She is at her most seductive, he thinks, when she is not trying to be. When Yuffie lies back in his arms and lets him touch her, or just enjoys the heat of his body, when she is stretched out like so much feline grace, that is when he feels the greatest urge towards her.
He kisses her slowly and thoroughly and her swiftly flitting mind is anchored tightly by the sheer pleasure of being held by Vincent, being kissed by him. And part of her, a part she usually ignores, is begging for more.
"Vinnie," she gasps between kisses. "Vincent, please..."
He never asks her what it is she wants because he knows, and goddammit, he wants her too.
Her fingers scrabble at his cloak for a while until it falls away, then they begin to scrabble at the fastenings of his shirt, his gauntlet, his trousers...
He kicks off his own boots, which at some point became plain black leather instead of gold-plated and pointy, before divesting her swiftly of her vest, the harness she uses to clip Conformer onto her back, and the tank top she wears under it all.
He groans a little as her hands explore, and that only seems to encourage her half-innocent curiosity. In some ways she's like a kitten with a big, hoppy bug, but the comparison is so very, very Yuffie that it doesn't even begin to dismiss her appeal.
Yuffie giggles a bit to herself as Vincent lays her down on one of their bedrolls. She knows after a moment that it's his because the smell of Vinny is just enveloping her and frankly she has no objections. He's looming over her as well, and kissing down her body and making her giggle and moan and yell, and that's okay because they are all alone, alone, stuck in a cave with Vince.
He makes her wriggle and she makes him writhe. Finally divested of all layers, there is a long, studious moment wherein both survey each other's bodies.
Vincent may be going on sixty, but his body is easily that of a twenty-seven year-old. A really, really attractive twenty-seven year-old monster-hunting badass hotness, Yuffie mentally amends, and grins because she knows there's nothing for her to be ashamed of, either
And it's almost too hot in their little cavern, what with the fire and the warmth that builds between their bodies. Yuffie's wanted Vincent for so long, almost since the first day she saw him, and he has at least felt warmly towards her for that long, and finally, finally, she giggles and gasps as they move inside each other, defying the laws of physics.
After a while, a long, long while or possibly no time at all, they lie next to each other after it is finished and gaze at each other in earnest.
Yuffie's caffeine tablets have given up, leaving her exhausted and drained, pleasantly numb from the exertions and the thrill that danced along every nerve as she melded into the space that was Vincent. Vincent himself was merely tired, and still too caught up in the wonder of her body, the kind a lover held in his eyes the first time he held a veritable stranger in his arms, naked and mewling beneath him, waiting for him to discover her.
"Love you, Vince," Yuffie slurred, yawning as she tucked herself into his side, a kitten once again, and Vincent looked down at his wonderful woman-child and smiled quietly.
"Goodnight, Yuffie. I love you, too."