Yuffie looked down at her clothes before running to her suitcase trying to find something suitable. She found her pajamas, but they weren't the sexy kind and she frowned. She thought she had packed something that was cute. She whined when she came up empty, her clothes strewn about, Yuffie sitting in the middle of the pile. No lingerie, no matching sets, and she felt the tears coming. She swiped at the tears then felt dumb for crying, which made her cry more.

There was a knock at her door and she breathed in sharply, her outfit made simply of dark jeans and a cream colored oversized sweater. She wore a light blue bralette underneath. She bit her lip, deciding to take off the jeans and leave the sweater on, shimmying out of them quickly before grabbing her clothes and stuffing it back in the suitcase, pushing it out of the way. The sweater reached the tops of her thigh, her black boyshorts peeking out when she walked, she knew cause she looked in the mirror as she passed it, biting her lip and telling herself it would have to do as far as being sexy or sultry would go. Yuffie wiped her face with her sleeve as she checked to make sure it was actually Vincent and opened the door when she confirmed it was him.

His smile dropped as he noticed her tears, entering the room and asking her if she was okay, his arms coming to encircle her. She nodded and her eyes watered again, embarrassed she was crying over something so trivial, leaning into him and mumbling.

"I'm okay. Just… being a girl…" her face scrunched up, "Not that I'm on my period…" Then she flushed at how forward she was being, "Not that we have to do anything… not that.. Oh my god, I'm shutting up now, please just stop listening to me." She slapped her hands over her face, hoping she could just stop talking.

Vincent watched, his frown lifting, smiling at her. He removed her hands from her face, down to her neck, Yuffie humming at how quickly he was able to shift her emotions. He leaned down and took her lips in a kiss. Yuffie moaned, her hands leaving his to grip his torso, pulling him closer to her, the two falling against the wall at her urging. She squealed but quickly moaned as he, too, dropped his hands to her waist, tracing her curves. She was trying to remove his suit jacket, wanting to feel him.

"Yuffie," he spoke but she ignored him, kissing his chin and moving down his throat as she felt him grip her hips tightly.

"Vincent, take off your jacket," she was on a mission to get him undressed. She missed him so much these last five months, her father telling her it was a bad idea to return to Midgar. He couldn't visit her either, Reeve specifically requesting him to lead his security. Their texts had become more suggestive as time had gone on, Yuffie having no doubt he wanted her and she had made it plenty clear she wanted him.

"You've been drinking," he said as he did what she asked, his jacket landing on the floor as they both moved to unbutton his blouse. Yuffie growled, her hands too frantic to really unclasp the buttons. Vincent chuckled, his hands meeting hers in the middle to remove the rest of them. She scoffed when she realized he had a plain white t-shirt underneath. The shirt coming loose from his pants, after she tugged harshly. Vincent chuckled, removing his arms from the button up, his plain white tee already at his chest as Yuffie was pushing it to take it off.

"Slow down, love," she whined as she looked up at him and pouted, Vincent smirking before kissing her once. She frowned at him, insisting he take off the shirt. He did, her arms following the hem to make sure it came off. Her hands landed on his shoulders as she moved to kiss him.

"I've missed you." She rubbed her legs together, her arousal growing as he stared at her, her legs drawing his attention. He leaned down, his strong hands coming to her thighs and lifting her with ease, Yuffie smiling brightly as he pressed her against the wall. Vincent's lips trailed a path down her neck, stopping to suck at a spot just below her neck, her hips thrusting toward him. A curse left him, his face burying himself in her neck as he gathered himself.

"I've missed you. But you've been drinking. And it wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of that."

He sounded disappointed and Yuffie couldn't help but think this was her fault. She had been sad earlier, Vincent's absence making her drink more than she normally would.

"Are you saying if I hadn't drank tonight we could've had sex…" Yuffie tried to keep the tears in, but one slid down her face, her hands coming up to her face and Vincent consoled her, moving them to her bed. He pulled the covers from their confines and moved to lay her down.

"We can still have sex in the morning, once you're sober," he offered and that perked her up, her tears stopping as she looked at him, her cheeks still rosy from the alcohol and tears.

"Promise," she asked as Vincent laughed before promising her sex the next morning. She jumped out of bed he had just placed her on, Vincent questioning her as she grabbed the Do Not Disturb sign and hung it from the door before she ran back to bed and jumped in, her feet noiseless as she moved. He smirked at her and moved to lay down.

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Yuffie and Vincent spent the next day expressing their love to one another

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They laid in bed, enjoying the feeling of each other before Yuffie spoke.

"In case it wasn't obvious, I'm in love with you."

"I, too, am guilty of falling in love with you."

"Oh ha-ha, you think you're so funny," she giggled, Vincent joining her.