DISCLAIMED: (08/26/09)
Characters: Reno/Yuffie, Vincent/Yuffie, Cloud/Tifa(minor), Rufus & the Turks, AVALANCHE
Genre: Romance/Drama/Action
Rating: T for language and light adult content.
Summary: Yuffie was just doing something nice for a couple friends. Why her world suddenly turned upside down by two different men was anyone's guess. Explores an age-old question – Vincent? Or Reno? Rated for light adult content.
A/N: Forgive the giant block of Yuffie's dialogue in the middle of this. I'm sure you can skip over it if you've been paying attention at all to what's already happened;P
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Chapter 六
As soon as Yuffie reached her room and shut the door, she leaned back against it. Closing her eyes, she pictured Reno's mouth on hers and the warmth and tingles it elicited. She shuddered and opened her eyes.
Apparently, Reno didn't find kissing her a mistake. Blushing, she remembered feeling proof of his arousal against her stomach. Oh lordie.
Yuffie strode towards her window before abruptly stopping and turning. She started pacing about her room, her mind racing.
She'd never dealt with something like this before. Never had she been in a place long enough since Wutai to interact socially with the opposite sex, and now it looked like one wanted to have some with her.
All she knew about sex was what she caught the local Wutai boys looking through. Some sort of romance novel. She'd confiscated it, threatening to tell their mothers on them. But when she'd peeked, she'd found the situations, though quite steamy and altogether gross, somewhat impossible. The 'male member' was likened to that of a cucumber and she'd pictured Old Man Tatsuya's garden full of vegetables and how he was famous for growing the largest produce known. Some of the cucumbers were thicker than her arm.
Disgusted, she'd burned the book. All she knew was she was not ready for Reno's – or anybody's! – cucumber. Yuffie paused in her pacing, frowning in bemusement and appalled at her own thoughts.
Sitting down on her bed she bowed her head. This was too much. First the Blue Devils, then Reno and Vincent. She needed to slow down. She needed to talk to Tifa. Good thing the older woman was coming home later that day. But most of all, she needed sleep.
Yuffie sighed and got ready for bed. Tifa would know what to do. She'd dealt with Cloud most of her life and finally managed to smack some sense into him.
She recalled Vincent briefly, but pushed him out of her head. It still stung and she didn't want to hate him entirely by dwelling on it. Plus, she was so…tired. Yuffie drifted off to sleep, purposely pushing all thought from her head.
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Yuffie woke as usual, completing her routine with her mind purposely clear. As she passed the living room though, loud snores cut through her mental blocks as she remembered the ex-Turk crashed there for the night.
Sighing heavily, she stopped and opened the door cautiously. She didn't need to see him naked if she could help it. She was suppressing enough thoughts at the moment.
Peering in, she saw Reno on his stomach stretched out over the couch. He wasn't wearing shoes or his blazer, but was otherwise clothed, so Yuffie entered.
She stopped at his head and called his name.
"Hey, wake up."
Loud snore. Yuffie frowned and pursed her lips. Bending closer she poked him.
"Hey, come on, wake—whoa!" Yuffie jumped back, as Reno's EMR swung up at her face.
She whipped out a throwing dagger, right as Reno came to his feet and their weapons clashed and held.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. "You grope me and I still let you stay and this is my thanks?"
Reno frowned as he recognized her and lowered his weapon. He relaxed and shrugged. "A lesson to you then, yo. Don't let immoral, extremely handsome men stay the night." His lewd gaze fastened on her suddenly. "…Unless you want to—"
Yuffie held up her hands. "Buh buh, uh-uh," she cut him off. "I don't want to hear that." Placing her hands on her hips, she frowned. "Look, Cloud and Tifa will be home soon and I don't think they'll enjoy knowing you stayed over, so vamoose," she added, walking her fingers through the air. She turned as she did this and headed to the door.
Yuffie paused when Reno called out. "Alright, just let me hit the shower, yo."
She sighed and nodded. "Fine. Just don't use all the shampoo for that rat tail of yours, or I swear I'll cut it off with my Conformer."
Reno grabbed his nape where his long ponytail rested out of instinct. He frowned. "It can hear you, yo."
Yuffie gave him a bizarre look, before laughing. "Whatever, Turkey boy," she snorted, as she left the room. "Towels are in the bathroom," she called over her shoulder.
Yuffie headed downstairs to make some breakfast. In the kitchen she pulled out a bowl and a spoon, before pulling two kinds of cereal from another cupboard. Chocolately Chocobo Puffs and some whole grain stuff to assuage her conscience about eating right. Another thing to blame on Vincent.
He learned of her early morning routine and had asked why she insisted on exercising regularly but not eating healthy. She'd refused to change all her eating habits because of his words, but intermixed healthy stuff with her usual junk food.
Pulling open the fridge to grab her 1% milk, she cried out as it came tipping out at her, hitting her chest and spraying droplets of milk all down her front.
Yuffie grabbed it before it hit the ground but the damage was done. She was a mess. And so was the floor. Stomping her foot and sighing, she set the carton on the counter and got a rag.
Once she'd cleaned the floor and the carton, she stared down at herself. Her purple top was dotted and splashed with white. Her shorts were okay; the fabric camouflaged any of the substance that might've stained it otherwise.
Stamping her foot again, she cursed. In the midst of helping Rufus & Co., she hadn't been able to do her laundry. This was her last set of clothing. Yuffie rubbed at the stains with her rag but it didn't help. And she was starting to smell like a chocobo. Wrinkling her nose, Yuffie headed back upstairs.
In her room, she flung open her closet to find a heavy parka, a slinky dress Tifa bought her for her last birthday, and her kimono. Yuffie's forehead wrinkled at her lack of choices. She finally decided on the kimono. Whipping off her soiled shirt, she grabbed the silky material off the hanger and pulled it on. The sash was silk as well, so she tied it as tight as she could, but it still slipped, slightly.
It hung down to her ankles and when she tried to cross the room, it caught on the lace-ups of her knee-high boots repeatedly. Yuffie growled in frustration. Was anything going to go right today?!
Sitting on her bed, she unlaced and pulled off her boots and then her socks, not wanting to get them dirty (heaven forbid should Tifa realize no matter what, her floor could not be completely free of filth). She grabbed her dirty shirt and headed out to the laundry room, where the rest of her clothes were.
Tightening the kimono for the fiftieth time, Yuffie stepped back out into the hallway after turning the washer on. She could hear the shower in the bathroom turn off. She decided to try and eat without anymore mishaps and headed for the stairs.
"Yuffie."
She lifted her head, her hands on the ties of her kimono stilling. At the top of the landing, stood Vincent Valentine. Once meeting her gaze, his eyes moved down to scan her form. He frowned briefly. He knew she was an early riser and was usually dressed by now, so her current costume was a puzzle.
"What are you…" he drifted off, as the door to the bathroom opened at the end of the hall.
Yuffie saw Vincent's eyes widen at the sight behind her and she spun her head around to see Reno in the doorway with nothing on except a towel. Yuffie couldn't say she enjoyed the view. No, not with Vincent standing right there. Maybe in different circumstances, but right now was not the time to ogle anybody.
"You got a comb I could…oh, hey Valentine," Reno greeted, as he draped a smaller towel around his neck.
Yuffie cringed and slowly turned back to Vincent. This did not look good. She was more than aware of the cool silk surrounding her, and though it covered everything up, she still felt naked. And Reno was actually standing there naked….
Peeking at Vincent, she saw his incredulous expression had morphed into stone. Abruptly, he spun and stalked back down the stairs. Yuffie, forgetting their tiff from the night before, ran after him. Reno frowned and followed them more slowly.
"Vincent, wait!"
He spun to face her on the bottom of the stairs, and her momentum sent her straight against his chest. He caught her and jerked her upright, no trace of gentleness in his movements. She steadied on the last step, almost able to look him in the eye with the extra height. What she saw in his eyes made her want to take a step back, but she didn't.
"It's not what it looks like," she started. "Reno needed somewhere to crash last night after they kicked him out of the hospital ward, and then he was just showering before he left," she explained all in one breath.
Vincent's eyes fluttered as he processed all this, though much faster than most when it came to Yuffie. But then he looked pointedly at what she was wearing.
Yuffie looked too. "Oh!" she'd forgotten about her get-up in her little chase. "I spilled milk all over myself and what with the Blue Devil operation and getting captured, I didn't have time to do laundry, so it was my last shirt and it was either this, a slutty dress or a choco-feathered parka, so…" she drifted off, as she started to fidget.
She'd glanced away from him sometime during her explanation, but looked back at him when he stayed silent. He was staring up the stairs. Yuffie turned following his gaze, to see Reno, still in just a towel, staring down at them curiously.
"What?" she asked.
"Uh…" Reno gestured, "Comb?"
Yuffie huffed. "Just wait. Go get dressed or something," she added irritably.
Reno smirked. "The view making you hot?"
Yuffie jumped as Vince growled next to her. She placed a hand on his chest to stall him from doing anything drastic.
"For Leviathan's sake, get out of here!" she exclaimed.
Reno raised his eyebrows and laughed, but turned to go back to his room.
Yuffie turned back to Vincent and saw him staring down at her hand still on his chest. She snatched it away, blushing as he slowly looked up at her. Yuffie shifted, folding her arms over her front. She was suddenly uncomfortable, remembering his rejection from last night. She certainly didn't want to be accused of throwing herself at him.
"What are you doing here?" Yuffie asked.
Vincent looked away. "I came to apologize."
Yuffie shifted and caught his eye. He glanced at her to see her shaking her head and turning away. Vince caught her arm before she could do so.
"Wait," he implored.
Yuffie shook her head stubbornly. "No. I heard enough last night—"
"You misunderstood," Vincent cut her off.
She looked at him warily.
Vincent released her arm as she turned to face him fully. His eyes dipped briefly when she readjusted her kimono, tightening it around her once again, before he returned them to meet her gaze. Yuffie noticed and frowned.
Vincent glanced back up the stairs briefly before stepping back.
"Our voices carry here. Shall we move," he gestured to a booth in the corner.
Yuffie was still disinclined towards him and moved slowly past him to the designated spot. "What are you playing at, Vince?" she queried as she sat.
Vincent sat across her and met her mistrustful gaze. It hurt him to see that, as they'd become rather close over the past year.
"Yuffie," he started. "You are a beautiful and skilled young woman. I admire you greatly for your battle prowess and your constant energy that seemingly affects everyone around you. And I'm honored that we have become…close this past year. You helped me immeasurably during the Omega crisis, of which I still have not repaid you."
Yuffie was staring at him in growing shock. He'd never spoken so much as two words about her accomplishments, imagined or otherwise. His "Thanks…Yuffie," after she'd saved him in Nibelheim had been shocking enough.
Vincent continued, "Obviously, I am not a man of many words, but I find my not saying these things to you has left you with the impression I would stilt you or confuse you with someone long gone. That is simply impossible." He bowed his head. "…I have lived in the past long enough. Reeve, Shalua, Shelke, Cloud and even Lucrecia have told me I must move on. But you…" Just his eyes lifted to meet hers. Yuffie found herself holding her breath, on the edge of her seat waiting to hear what he had to say.
A clatter of feet sounded on the stairs then, and a second later Reno appeared, EMR resting on his shoulder.
"Well, I'm outta here," he announced strolling towards them. He grinned at Yuffie. "Thanks for the comb, babe."
Yuffie frowned up at him as he smoothed his freshly combed hair. "What comb?"
Reno lifted his brows. "Oh, the one I found in your room, yo." He gave her a knowing smirk then, "And I must say, that journal in your bedside stand, a stimulating read that is. Always knew all you chicks had a thing for Strife."
Yuffie gave him a bewildered look. "I don't keep a 'journal'."
"Ah," realization dawned on Reno. "Must've been Mrs. Cloud Angst's room then. Well, later yo. See ya, Valentine."
Vincent grunted, and Reno strolled out. Yuffie got up to go after him. "I should lock it after him."
She did, and as she came back, she saw Vincent watching her. Hunching her shoulders, she re-tightened the kimono and shivered as a draft brushed over her bare feet. She paused before their booth as Vincent came to his feet suddenly.
"You are cold." He stated, unbuckling his cloak rapidly. Yuffie watched, her jaw working to make some sort of sound, protest or otherwise, as he pulled the red cloak from his shoulders and moved to wrap it around hers. Immediately, she was dwarfed in crimson, most of her face covered by the high collar. Glancing up, she saw a ghost of a small smile on his face, rather close to hers now as he situated the cloak to stay on her.
When he stepped back, she noticed his masculine scent did not recede with him. Breathing in, it filled her senses and left her suddenly dizzy and she swayed. Vincent's arms came out to steady her. When she did, she glanced back up at him to meet his worried gaze.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Yuffie nodded as if in a daze. Reaching up she pulled the high collar down, and stepped back. His arms fell away from her as she retook her seat, tugging the sides of the cloak over her lap. Vincent followed suit and also sat back down. Yuffie could now see the long sleeved, black shirt he wore, a zipper up the side of his chest. It fit his tight form snugly and Yuffie found it hard to tear her eyes away.
Finally, she regained her senses and said, "So you were saying?"
Vincent was about to reply when the front door rattled, before opening. Vincent was up and out of his seat, his Death Penalty drawn and aimed at the door, before Cloud's head appeared and Tifa called out a, "Hello?"
As Vincent flipped his weapon back into its holster, Yuffie jumped up, almost tripping over Vincent's cloak as Cloud and Tifa came into view.
"Yuffie?" Tifa asked, confused. It was hard to tell it was her with Vincent's cloak dwarfing her.
Cloud had a matching expression, until it moved to Vincent and it changed to shock. "Vincent?"
The gunslinger wasn't wearing his customary cloak, but his figure was no less imposing, just different.
"Tifa!" Yuffie exclaimed. "Hiya, Cloud. You guys have a nice trip?"
The couple's eyes focused on the small ninja. They processed her question and answered in the affirmative.
"So…" Cloud glanced between the unlikely couple, "…what's going on, guys?"
Yuffie glanced back at Vincent who stepped forward.
"I was just—"
"I'm low on laundry and spilt milk all over my top, so Vincent was kind enough to lend me his cloak," Yuffie interrupted. "Is it cold in here? It seems cold in here," she addressed Tifa. Grabbing the other woman's arm, she started pulling her to the kitchen. "Let's see if we can fix the thermostat."
"Oh, okay…" Tifa acquiesced, windblown by Yuffie's constant stream of chatter. "But…it's…summer—whoa!" she exclaimed as Yuffie shoved her into the kitchen and shut the door behind them firmly.
This left a very confused Cloud behind with a contemplative Vincent. Scratching his head, Cloud turned to the gunslinger.
"Uh, you wanna help with the luggage? Tifa bought a ton of gifts."
Vincent nodded and followed the blond outside.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen…
"Yuffie, what's going on?!" Tifa exclaimed as was unceremoniously shoved into the kitchen.
Yuffie wringed her hands and flapped them about, causing the cloak to flutter.
"Oh, I need your help. You know about men, right?"
Tifa's eyes widened and her mouth opened. "Uh…what do you mean?"
Yuffie looked pained and started pacing, the cloak fluttering and billowing about her. "Ohwuh! It's all confusing!"
Tifa felt around behind her for a chair and sat. "Yuffie, just tell me what's happened?"
Yuffie took a deep breath. "Okay. Well, it started when Reno came in for a drink and we ended up fighting before I forced him to leave, and he left his EMR behind and then Vincent told me Rude was in a coma and might not wake up and that Reno was messed up over it, so I went to return his EMR but I couldn't find him until I came back here and he was drinking straight from the tap and I still don't know how he got in since the door was still locked when I arrived. But anyway, he ended up passing out and I had to call Vince to help move him before we opened, and he did and when I woke Reno up later, he was being a pig so I said something I shouldn't've and he got angry and pinned me to the couch and that's when Vince came in and threw Reno off me, and then I had to go the next day to apologize for me and for Vincent, since men never apologize to each other—" Tifa briefly thought 'neither did Yuffie'. "—and Reno seemed to accept it and then he, I don't know, flirted with me, I guess and then later that night while closing up with Vince, he got really close and was looking really deep into my eyes and before he could say anything, there was an explosion outside that knocked us over.
"When we ran outside, we found Reno fighting some guys in all black and helped him. There was also a car on fire. So we helped Reno get the surviving bomber into a car so he could go rendezvous with Rufus and his cronies, and he kinda…flirted with me again! So the next day, Reno called my PHS and said he needed me and my friends' help and to meet him at Fort Condor. That's where Rufus made his new base. Anyway, I called everyone; except you and Cloud, since you were on your honeymoon, and we handled a Blue Devil gang that was after Rufus. He paid us all big time. But the night when Reeve was briefing me on all the technical stuff I had to do, Reno kissed me before showing me my room. He was acting so weird, I got paranoid and we fought. And then right before I jumped out of the Rufus' super stealthy jet, Vincent kissed me!
"But I got taken hostage in the middle of it and Vincent came and rescued me from that bitch, Lucina. And then the Turks blew up the sector 7 train graveyard and we all went home.
"But then last night, Vincent told me he made a mistake and didn't mean to kiss me, so I got mad and hurt and ran off. And then when I got back here, Reno stopped by and asked for a place to crash since the nurse caught him in Rude's room and kicked him out. So I let him stay and then he wanted a shower, and while he was in there, I spilt milk all over my last clean shirt and had to wear my kimono while I did my laundry.
"Then Vincent let himself in with his key and found me upstairs in the hall right as Reno came out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel on and since I was only wearing a kimono, he got the wrong idea and I explained to him, even though I was still mad at him, and he was just telling me he admired me and I was a great ninja and all this and then you guys showed up." Yuffie finished, panting. She'd said it as fast as possible and Tifa's mind was still spinning.
Shaking her head, Tifa asked. "And you're wearing Vincent's cloak, why?"
"Oh. Um, he thought I was cold," Yuffie shrugged.
Tifa nodded as she tried to make sense of all that was said. "So, you and the guys all helped…Rufus Shinra?"
Yuffie looked incredulous. "That's the part you focus on?! Two guys kissed me, one more than once, and you want to hear about some stinky old president?"
Tifa shook her head. "It's a lot to take it. I'm just trying to get everything straight." She sighed. "So Reno kissed you."
Yuffie nodded.
"And Vincent kissed you."
Yuffie nodded again.
"Then Vincent said he didn't mean to and… Reno kissed you again?"
Yuffie nodded.
"Okay…" Tifa's eyes flared at the bizarreness of the situation. "So do you like Reno?"
Yuffie shuffled her feet and shrugged.
"Well, do you like Vincent?"
"I…I don't know! This is why I need your help!"
"Because you don't know which one you like?" Tifa clarified.
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
"Yuffie!"
"What?! I don't know what to think about anything!" Yuffie exclaimed. She slumped into a chair.
Tifa scooted closer. "Alright, well you need to decide if you're interested in either of them first of all. Now," Tifa placed a hand on Yuffie's, "Did you enjoy it when Reno kissed you?"
"I…"
"Think about it and how it made you feel at the time," Tifa coached. "If he didn't make you want to shove him away and spit out your tonsils, I'd say that's a no. If you thought you might want it to go longer, than you definitely feel something for him. So which is it?"
Yuffie thought about how she thought it was some sort of dream the first time he kissed her. She certainly hadn't tried to get away. But then the second time, she'd wanted to curl into him and…do things.
"I felt…something," she finally mumbled.
"Alright," Tifa replied. "Then how about Vincent?"
Yuffie thought, "I was…surprised. It felt really nice, but it didn't last very long."
Tifa tilted her head. "Did you want it to last longer?"
"I…I—oh, I don't know! After what he said last night, no! But now, he was being all nice and actually talking full paragraphs…"
Tifa nodded. "Alright, it looks like you need to finish your conversation with Vince. As for saying he didn't mean to kiss you, well…it's Vincent. He's self-flagellating and has a hard time believing he's worthy of anyone. Maybe he kissed you since you were…well, jumping out of a jet doesn't sound very safe. Were you doing recon or something?"
Yuffie nodded. "I was to upload the Blue Devil's base layout to Reeve's system. Vincent couldn't go since he's Mako infused and so were all the Blue Devils and you know how they can sense each other."
Tifa nodded. "I see. Well, you were going into a dangerous situation and perhaps the thought of never seeing you again pushed him to act on his feelings. You said he got really close to you, right? Right before the explosion?"
Yuffie nodded. "He kind of trapped me behind the bar. His arms were on either side of me, I couldn't slip away."
"Did you want to?"
Yuffie thought a moment and then sighed. "I'm not sure. I've never thought of him that way. The way he was acting was making me nervous. It was all new…"
"No guy's ever hit on you before?" Tifa asked in disbelief.
Yuffie shrugged.
Tifa closed her mouth. "Well, what about Reno."
Yuffie shrugged again. "He kissed me at 3 in the morning. My head was buzzing with Reeve's instructions and I was exhausted. My brain couldn't register what he was doin'."
"I see," Tifa sat back. "But when he kissed you again…how was it?"
Yuffie felt tingles just thinking about it. She shifted in her chair uncomfortably. "It was good…"
"Good?"
"…Hot."
"Hot?"
Yuffie shifted again. "Yeah, well I put a stop to it when he tried to grope me."
Tifa's eyebrows shot higher. "Groped you?"
Yuffie nodded. "I shoved him away and he said I could've just said 'no'. But since when has that turkey ever listened to a woman?" she huffed.
Tifa recalled his treatment of Elena, but he was her superior at the time. Prior to that, they knew nothing of how Reno treated women. Seemed he was a ladies man but took his job too seriously to get entangled in anything more than a one-night stand.
"Vincent had said he didn't like the way Reno was looking at me," Yuffie said, almost to herself as if just recalling it.
Tifa frowned, "He did?"
Yuffie nodded. "He said that was the reason he threw Reno into the wall."
Tifa's mind spun in confusion. Shaking her head, she said, "What? What wall? When?"
Yuffie looked at her exasperated. "When Reno pinned me to the couch, Vince threw him off me. Told me he didn't like how Reno was looking at me. I laughed and said the fact he was about to break my wrists had nothing to do with it. That's when he got all close… and stuff."
Tifa's eyebrows lifted in realization. "Ah. So Vincent knows Reno's…interested in you. Does Reno know about Vincent?"
Yuffie shook her head. Then she snorted. "I don't even know about Vince."
"Well, talk to Vincent," Tifa advised. "Based on what he says, you just have to sort out your feelings and make a decision. Whether you encourage one or the other or neither. You can't lead them both on."
"I think it's me they're both leading on…" Yuffie grumbled.
Knock, knock.
"Yes," Tifa called out.
Cloud peeked his head in. "Everything okay?"
Tifa glanced at the surly ninja and smiled encouragingly. "Yes, everything's fine." She stood and moved towards her new husband who let the door open fully. "Did Vincent fill you in on what happened while we were away?"
Cloud nodded. "Yeah. Looks like we missed all the excitement." He glanced at the quiet ninja. "Yuffie, you alright?"
She glanced up, her eyes glazed with thought. Blinking, they cleared. "Oh, yeah!" she jumped up, and smiling added. "I'm just gonna go find Vincent. See ya!" she bounced past.
Tifa wondered at the younger woman's mood swings. Cloud slipped an arm around her waist and brought her out of her thoughts.
He nodded behind him, "What was that about?"
Tifa smiled up at him. "Yuffie has some admirers."
Cloud eyebrows shot up. "Admirers?"
Tifa nodded. "More than one," she added.
"Who?" Cloud couldn't help but ask.
Tifa giggled and leant up to whisper it in his ear. When she pulled away, Cloud looked at her like she was insane.
"Vincent?! And Reno?" he exclaimed.
Tifa covered his mouth. "Shh! And yes. Apparently, she gives off some sort of vibe, since she doesnt know what to do with either of them. It's kind of cute."
Cloud's head was spinning. Vincent and Yuffie were about as alike as a chocobo and a fish. But she did hang around him a lot and he'd certainly tolerated her. A lot longer than anyone else. But then she wasn't as annoying as when they first met her. Plus, he understood she'd saved Vincent a few times during his Omega crisis. Stuff like that certainly bonded you, so it wasn't that farfetched but…he'd figured she would be the one with the crush if it came to that, not the other way around.
"But Reno?" Cloud frowned. Tifa shrugged. Cloud simply found him annoying and despite their help last time he fought Sephiroth and his Remnants, he only barely tolerated the ex-Turk.
"He's not so bad."
"He was a Turk."
"So was Vincent," Tifa countered, raising an eyebrow at the blonde's sharp tone. "Don't go getting paternal or big brother, Cloud. Yuffie's an adult, she's a trained ninja and she'll be Empress of Wutai one day. She can handle herself and she needs to figure this out."
Cloud didn't look happy. "He's not good enough for her."
"And Vincent is, in comparison?" Tifa countered.
Cloud frowned. "He's a good man."
"Yes, he is," Tifa agreed, "But technically he is three times her age."
Cloud hadn't thought of that. He just felt anyone was better than Reno. "Thirty of those years don't count. He was locked in a coffin."
Tifa laughed. "I see, yes. With that argument, he's perfect for her," she teased.
Cloud caught on, and smiled at her. "You know what I mean."
She laughed, putting her arms around his neck. "Yes, of course dear."
Cloud wrapped his arms around her in return and just held her. After a few long minutes, Tifa leaned back and kissed him briefly but firmly on the mouth.
"Okay. I'm going to make some brunch. Can you unpack?"
Cloud nodded. "I need to check on Fenrir."
Tifa was already pulling things from the fridge. "After we eat," she said over shoulder.
Cloud agreed and headed upstairs.
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A/N: Lol, Cloud does make a rousing argument XD Let me know what you think;)
