A/N: So by popular demand, here's another Yuffentine chapter, once again unrelated to the main plot. I was thinking about maybe at some point splitting it up so that Vincent and Yuffie have their own separate story? Thoughts? Anyway, enjoy! I'm sorry I'm so late updating. I'm in nursing school and I work full time so sometimes it's hard.

Soft petite hands traced over his skin, leaving no corner unexplored. She studied every scar of his arm and up towards his back where she noticed the scars got greater. Yuffie touched the largest one, straight in the middle, wondering where it had come from but afraid to ask him. He had a whole story mapped out on his body in form of scars, some that she knew about from battles they had been in and others from his dark and mysterious past.

Vincent flinched as he felt her warm hands touch his back. She meant no harm yet he felt exposed and unsafe. He had just come out of the shower, forgetting his night shirt in the room where they were currently residing, so he simply just walked down the hall in just his pajama shorts while drying his hair. Somehow he had forgotten Yuffie was also there. The gunman of course was immediately embarrassed, fumbling over to his bed to grab his nightshirt when the soft voice of the ninja spoke, saying 'Wait' and he foolishly did. That's when she stood behind him and began to explore his skin, making him feel utterly and unequivocally exposed.

"Yuffie." He muttered, now shivering as she placed the palm of her hands on his bare shoulders.

She didn't answer with words. Her lips brushed against his skin, taking him in. Her forehead leaned on his back and she sighed. She knew he felt insecure, after all he had been through hell, however she wanted to try and break that wall her arms wrapping around his torso, holding him tight. She had seen Tifa help Cloud through his similar situation and it helped Yuffie understand Vincent through the married couple's example, however no one had been there for Vincent and the Wutai princess was more than happy to be that for him.

"I just want to know you." She smiled, placing more feather-light kisses on his skin.

He didn't say anything. The tension she was causing him was starting to ache his back. All he wanted to do was break free and yet he didn't want her to stop. No woman had held him like she was at the moment. No one had ever tried to comfort him, break down his walls, take him in. He admired her for that, was surprised even that she had the capacity to be so giving to him.

His hands grabbed on to hers, removing her grasp on him. His nightshirt was clenched in his fists. He hated he felt like this. "It's not you." He said as he unbunched the article of clothing from his hand and pulled it over his head, shielding himself from her once again. He prayed to the gods she believed him.

"I know." She smiled while walking over to her bed, flopping down in the middle of it carelessly as she usually did, hands behind her head in a carefree position.

He frowned, not because he was upset with her but he was upset with himself. He wanted to be comfortable around her, with her. He sat on the edge of her bed, elbows on his thighs, leaning on them as he hunched over. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while until the perky ninja broke it by humming some silly song she most likely heard on the radio. He turned his head to face her, watching her face as she stared at the ceiling, thinking about whatever she was thinking about.

Her carefree demeanor baffled him. "Yuffie." He called out. She turned her head towards him stopping her humming abruptly.

"Yes?" She responded with a question, smiling as usual.

"What are—" He hesitated for a moment but her head tilt told him she was eagerly waiting for his question. "What are we doing?"

"What do you mean?" She asked raising an eyebrow. "We're just sitting here aren't we?"

She was so literal sometimes it drove him crazy. He moved his body towards her, his manly hands now on either side of her head. "What are we doing?"

She wasn't sure what he was asking of her however having him that close made blood creep up to her cheeks. Like when she studied his back now she was studying his face. His skin was pale but healthy, smooth, like porcelain and his eyes were just so intense. Their crimson glow made her hairs stand on end. There was so much emotion behind them that his facial expressions just didn't give away. He wanted her just as bad as she wanted him, that's what his eyes told her. Her hands traced along the locks of his ebony hair. She leaned up, closing the gap between them.

Vincent kissed her back, inhaling through his nose, feeling the rush course through his veins. He broke their kiss, cupping one of her hands with his own. "You know I'm damaged." He said trying to make her understand. He wanted to be with her, wanted their relationship work but he was, for lack of a better word, scared.

"Don't be so dramatic Vincent Valentine." She assured him. "Just let it be. Let's be together and whatever comes from it we'll handle it, the good and the bad."

Vincent's heart jumped when she said that. She understood more than he thought. She wasn't a child but a maturing woman who was willing to jump in to something unknown without fear. She was what he needed all this time. "If that's what you wish."

"You have to want it to you know." Yuffie frowned, hoping he wasn't just trying to settle because she was fond of him. She was almost certain that's what he wanted as that is what his eyes said but she knew how it was with Vincent, he was too tactical, overthinking something as simple as just feeling his emotions.

He laid next to her with his head on his chest and his arm around her waist. He wanted her, he wanted to love her he was just too afraid. "I want to give us a chance."

"Good." Yuffie nodded while wrapping her arms around him as much as she could.

Vincent's grip tightened slightly as he let himself relax with her, letting himself be with her. He wanted to let her in even if it was the hardest battle he's ever have to face. He closed his eyes, hearing her heartbeat. It relaxed him to the point of slumber, his body becoming limp on Yuffie who began to hum once again.