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Surely, She Ain't Serious	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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How drunk was he? Completely blitzed.

For the record, I�ve not been that drunk myself.

Surely, She Ain�t Serious

Chapter 16

Cid remained at the helm, refusing to turn over control of the ship for the rest of the day. Around noon, Tifa came and brought him a ration that he ate while remaining at his post. Afterward, she remained there to talk to him for a while, before going off to do whatever it was she generally did all day. Cid thoroughly suspected that involved her sitting around, talking and giggling with Vincent about whatever it was they talked about.

The pilot had a sneaking suspicion that he didn�t really want to know.

That was a correct assumption on his part, as this day�s conversation revolved around one Bradley O�Malley. Cid would have crawled out of his skin to have been a part of it. Really, he�d pushed his boundaries during his talk that morning with Tifa.

Yeah, flying the ship was a by far better pass time. Besides, working helped to keep his mind off of the inevitable. Helped, but didn�t eradicate.

Damn it all to hell, it just�sucked. It fucking sucked.

The thought of what life kept dealing him honestly made the pilot want to fall on the floor kicking and screaming in a infantile temper tantrum. He knew, though, that such an act would most likely just result in him losing the last tiny fragments of authority that he possessed, not to mention the remainder of his dignity.

But, it would feel good.

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, Cosmo came into view. He brought the ship to a halt at the mouth of the canyon and walked from the bridge. It was time to go into the small town within and suffer whatever festivities the denizens would undoubtedly heft upon he and his crew. It would probably be a great party, too, for those who liked that sort of thing.

Cid generally didn�t.

He went to his room to get his coat, even though it would likely not be needed in the constant desert heat that bathed the canyon. When he turned around to leave his cabin, he spotted Tifa leaning in his doorway, arms crossed over her chest, smiling at him faintly. "Oh, hey Tif."

"We�re there, huh?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, looks like it." Cid tied his jacket around his waist and walked toward her. "Talkin� to Vince all day?"

Tifa nodded. "Pretty much."

Cid once more felt compelled to make the effort, for Tifa�s sake, of course, of trying to seem like he actually gave a rat�s ass. "How�s he doin�?"

She shrugged and then straightened up. "Vince?"

"Yeah, Vince." A hint of annoyance made its way into his tone.

"Oh," her surprise was tangible, "well, he�s all right. I�I told him what you wanted me to. You know, about staying away from Bradley."

The blonde�s eyes went wide. He�s just said that, not really expecting her to pass it on. "The fuck? You did?"

"You did tell me to." Tifa dropped her gaze to the ground.

"So now he thinks I�m a complete motherfucker, right?" Inwardly, Cid was cringing. Any bad that Vincent thought about him might just be passed on to Tifa.

"No, I explained it just like you did." She met his gaze again. "That you simply didn�t want one of your really important crewmembers upset and distracted from his work. Vincent completely understands. He�s not mad at all."

Cid cocked an eyebrow. "He�s cool with it?"

"If nothing else, Vincent�s practical. He gets your concerns about the situation." Tifa closed the remaining distance between them and took one of Cid�s hands. "So, we�re going to escort Red into the canyon and back home, right?"

He looked down to where their hands were joined, forgetting instantly about Vincent, O�Malley, and�well, and everyone else. "Yeah�"

Tifa�s smile widened and she bent down slightly as to be in his line of sight. "Cid?"

"Huh?"

"Should we go?"

He nodded, snapping himself out of his state, and resisting the urge to just throw her onto his bed. "Yeah, let�s get this over with."

They left the ship and trudged down the canyon with the rest of the crew as well as Vincent and Red. Once they neared the town, they could hear the unmistakable sounds of a party going on. Clearly, someone had called ahead and let the people of Cosmo know that Nanaki was returning tonight and the welcome wagon was in full swing.

Sometimes, Cid wished he had the radio on the airship bugged so that he could find out who made certain calls. That way, he�d know whose ass to thusly kick.

When the townspeople took notice of their approach, a cheer went up and Cid and Tifa soon found themselves surrounded by the residents of the canyon. Obviously, the alcohol had been flowing since much earlier and most of those around them were already blitzed.

Much to Cid�s relief, there was food being served and he, with Tifa in tow, made his way to where dinner was lain out. They made up plates for themselves and then managed to find a spot out of the way to sit and eat.

"This is pretty damn good," Cid said over to her, barely audible over the music blaring, his mouth full.

Tifa nodded in agreement. It was a nice break from the rations they had been eating for the most part for months.

Vincent, also having gotten himself something to eat, soon emerged from the crowd and landed heavily on the opposite side of Tifa from the pilot. He dove into his food without comment.

Cid noticed that Vincent was even more withdrawn that normal. He jabbed Tifa in the side and leaned close to her ear. "He okay?"

"Yeah," she replied, dropping her gaze to her plate.

The blond wasn�t completely convinced, but then again, Vincent�s emotional well being really wasn�t his concern. He�d simply made the gesture of asking for Tifa�s sake. "All right."

When they finished eating, they set their plates aside and just watched the people around them. Most of the people in town were now dancing with the music, and Cid noticed that Tifa was swaying along with it beside him. He figured that she probably wanted to dance as well, but that was something that the pilot just didn�t do. "Tif, if you wanna go out there, go ahead."

"I�m not going out there alone." Tifa�s voice reflected her disappointment over him not volunteering to go with her.

Vincent decided to step in. He got up and pulled off his cloak, letting it fall to the ground. That done, he extended his right hand toward Tifa. "I�ll go with you."

Tifa squealed with glee and jumped up, taking the gunslinger�s hand. Never in a million years would she have imagined that Vincent would have made this offer.

Cid crossed his arms over his chest after getting a cigarette between his lips. He was simply thankful for his reprieve from being dragged out and made a public spectacle of. Besides, he figured watching Vincent actually do this might be worth it.

However, as Vincent started to move to the music with Tifa, he didn�t look awkward or out of place at all.

Oh wouldn�t you fucking know it? He�s the best one out there, figures, Cid thought grudgingly to himself.

Tifa and Vincent continued to dance for some time with distance between their bodies. Then, the music seemed to change and went to something with a more sultry beat. Vincent closed his eyes and reached out with his right hand, placing it on Tifa�s hip and pulling her to him firmly.

Cid was watching like a hawk. He tried to not get bent out of shape, but sure enough, Vincent�s hand slid from Tifa�s hip, around to her rear. The pilot�s jaw tensed, and he waited for Vincent to stop touching her like that.

Tifa, however, didn�t seem to mind. She was into the music and was moving against the gunslinger, completely unaware of Cid�s critical eye.

Crushing his cigarette angrily into the dirt beside him, Cid continued to stare as Vincent pulled Tifa in even closer, getting one of her legs between his own. When Cid noticed that Vincent was thrusting his pelvis against Tifa�s, he blew up. "Completely gay my ass!"

Tifa and Vincent were both shocked when Cid appeared, and pushed them apart.

She looked at the pilot, incensed. "Cid! What are you doing?"

"I don�t mind you dancin� with him, but he was fuckin� you with his clothes on!" Cid glowered over at the taller man.

Vincent scoffed and cocked an eyebrow. "Honestly, Highwind�"

"I saw what you were doin�." And with that, Cid reached over and grabbed Vincent firmly between the legs.

Vincent�s jaw dropped and he squeaked at the rough motion, and stood absolutely still, terrified that Cid was in a position to seriously hurt him.

"What are you doing to him?" Tifa asked, horrified.

The pilot let a smirk come to his lips and he met Vincent�s frightened gaze. "You�re real fuckin� lucky, guy."

His voice strained, Vincent replied, "I�d feel a whole lot luckier if you would kindly let go�"

Cid let his hand fall away from Vincent�s groin. "If I�d grabbed you and found you�d had a hard on, I woulda ripped it the fuck off."

Getting himself back in order, Vincent looked over at Tifa, disgusted. "We were merely dancing, Highwind."

"Yeah." Cid shot Tifa a quick look and then began to walk off, pissed and slightly embarrassed. "We�re leaving at six tomorrow morning. Make sure you all get your asses back on the ship. Have a nice time."

Tifa remained in her place for several seconds, not entirely sure what had just happened.

Vincent stepped closer to her. "You need to go talk with him."

"Pardon me, but I�m a little ticked off at what he just did to you, Vince!" Tifa knit her brow and crossed her arms over her chest.

"He�s just being himself. You know that as well as I do." Vincent placed his hand on her shoulder. "And obviously, that includes him being not only territorial over his ships and planes, but over everything he considers his. You�ve spent almost the entire day with me, Tifa. He�s jealous. Cid knows that he only has you for these few last days, and he wants you to himself during them."

Realizing that this was true, Tifa sighed and hung her head, a smile coming to her lips. "You�re probably right."

Vincent nodded at her knowingly and pushed her gently in the direction that Cid had vanished. "Go on."

Tifa met Vincent�s gaze for a moment before starting off. "Have fun."

Vincent�s attention was already fixed elsewhere, as he spotted Bradley standing alone, looking absolutely miserable. The gunslinger figured he had loose ends to shore up before reaching his destination the following day. "I�ll do my best."
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