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Entangled Souls	By : RandiLynne Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tifa arrived back at the
temporary home away from home shortly after leaving the small boutique where
she had purchased that dress. All along the way she was second guessing whether
or not to actually wear the dress. �Will I be too dressy? Not pretty
enough�? Will he even like it? What am I doing wearing some fancy dress� will
he suspect things? What on Planet am I thinking?� Can we say worry wart?
Tifa was not self-conscious to the point of being self destructive, but she
also wasn�t cocky about her appearance. Many had called her pretty, some
beautiful, but Vincent thought her amazing. Clearly there was no need for her
to be worried. She eased her mind from the struggle and found herself a towel
with the intention to freshen up.
Once finished with
showering, she breathed in a deep inhalation of the steam leftover from the
warm water. The scent of her soap lingered and relaxed her as she prepared to
slide the dress on after fitting on the proper under garments. The dress slid
over her curves smoothly, the silk cold against her warmed skin. She smoothed
it down once it fit over her head and neck, pushing the hem of the skirt down
to its length. Towel in hand, she wiped the steam away from the mirror and gazed
nervously into the reflection, fixing the neckline and making sure everything
aligned correctly. After fussing over the lines of the dress for a few minutes,
she finally found it to her liking. With the dress taken care of, she reached
for the hair brush, slowly pulling the bristles through her long hair until it
straightened and tamed. Next up was the light amount of makeup she decided to
apply. She normally didn�t bother with the feminine touch, but tonight wasn�t
just another night. She lightly applied kohl eyeliner and mascara, along with a
slight gray eye shadow that gave her a sultry look. The makeup made her
nervous, but it looked nice with the dress. Next she picked a sheer gloss for
her lips, and smoothed it over. Finally, she dried her hair and left it loose
around her shoulders. One last glance in the mirror and she realized she was
all finished, her stomach churning lightly with her nerves. She reminded
herself of what he said the other evening, and with a deep breath, she slipped
on a pair of shoes and headed out the door.
With much discomfiture,
Tifa traveled toward the park, the click of the small heels on her shoes
tapping away with each step. Her heart matched the quick beat of her gait, and
the park seemed miles in the distance. She gazed over the park as she
approached it, noticing the various tables with merchants and fun colours.
Further in near the market area, she noticed the abundance of small tented
tables, there were children and adults of all ages, and a chorus of laughter
rang out into the sunset. She knew Vincent wouldn�t be near all the commotion,
so she immediately turned to look upon the tree where she had found him early
this morning. He was leaned up against the tree as she assumed he would be, his back against the bark as he stared aimlessly into
the distance. To her advantage, he was not paying much attention to his
surroundings. With slow grace, she crept up toward him with careful attention
to any leaves or noisy objects. As she approached and readied herself to surprise
him, his neck swung and his eyes were suddenly upon her. Of all the people in
the world, he was the most difficult to surprise. She found herself frozen in
step, looking a little surprised by the stun evident in his visible features.
Crimson trailed from the smooth layers of sable, down further over the neckline
of the dress and his eyes did not stop until they focused on the tips of her
toes. He was quite obviously taken by her appearance, but did his best not to
show her that. She finally took up her steps again, bringing herself to stand
before him with a smile upon her lips.
�Hi
there.� She
sang.
�Tifa,
good evening.�
He replied, still taking a hidden moment to observe her new attire.
She caught sight of his
observations, �What do you think?� She said as she posed cutely, arms splaying
down at the dress.
�You look wonderful,
Tifa.� He avoided those other names she�d been called, and went right for a
compliment that made her melt.
�Thanks! So, are you okay
with the crowd?� She asked with true concern, gesturing her head toward the
throng of people in the park.
Vincent followed her
gesture, though crowds weren�t his forte, he would make an exception for
tonight. �I will be fine. What would you like to do?�
�Browse? If that�s okay with you.� She answered.
�It�s perfectly fine with
me. Lead the way.� He pushed off the tree, watching her intently while she
glanced around in effort to figure out what to do first.
She began to wander toward
various tables where native art was on display, and Vincent followed behind
her. They inspected the various works of art with pointed interest, and Tifa
picked up a small wooden item that piqued her curiosity. Vincent came behind
her, peering easily over her shoulder while she eyed the piece.
�Do you like it?� His
voice rumbled behind her, directly into her ear. She became instantly aware of
how much she loved to listen to his smooth, calm voice.
�I�� Tifa was unable to
finish her reply, for in the middle of the answer a woman interrupted their
small conversation.
�You like that piece? It�s
only 400 gil.� The small woman said. Tifa looked up from the piece, and the
woman smiled at her.
�Thank you. But I�d like
to look around some more.� She nodded as she set the wooden piece to its home
on the table. The woman pleaded her case a little further, but Tifa begged her
leave and moved on to the next table.
The next table displayed
paintings and small sketches, some framed and others not. She browsed through,
stooping to inspect a certain painting of the very park they stood in. Vincent
watched from the side, but even in her profile he could see the way her face
lit up at the sight of the painting. A bright smile was upon her lips and she
turned to the side, �Hey, look� it�s the bench!�
Vincent moved to view the
painting, and indeed saw the bench and surrounding park painted in beautiful
colours. Tifa glanced side long at him, and he met her gaze. �It�s a nice
painting.�
She nodded with the same
smile, �I really like it.� She picked up the painting and turned it over to
view the price and immediately returned it with a disgruntled expression.
Vincent barely held back the urge to smirk at the way she discarded the
painting after learning the price, and assumed it must have been too high.
Tifa frowned and moved
down toward another table, but Vincent eyed the painting thoughtfully. The
trees were brushed the perfect shade of green, the small flowers popped against
the dull canvas and the bench looked just as it should, though empty. He
vaguely wondered what the painting would have looked like had the artist been
there last night when they occupied the bench. His thoughts were shattered when
the women behind the table piped up with prices and questions. With much
silence, he looked to this woman. Then came the shout of his name, and he found
Tifa much further on in the crowd. He slipped out of the woman�s tactics and
met Tifa, thankful he didn�t have to deal with this sort of thing every day.
�So I guess you liked the
painting?� Tifa asked, studying Vincent�s eyes.
�I did.� He answered
simply.
�I see. Shall we?� She
gestured to the next table, which rather scared Vincent. It was covered in
lotions and potions and all kinds of girly things. His mind sighed as he nodded
and followed her to the dreaded table.
Tifa picked up this and
that, reading the labels. Once in a bottle, she would pop open the top to
sample the fragrance. A certain bottle containing a dark colour of lotion
caught her attention and she lifted the bottle from the table. It wasn�t often
that lotions contained colour, for they were usually made white or ivory.
Crimson eyes watched as she opened the top and took a small sniff, her eyes
immediately closing and a mumbled �Mmm� trailing from her lips. He guessed it
must have smelled really delicious. The bottle was quickly held out toward him
with an open top, �Smell this!� She exclaimed.
He tolerated this for her,
and took a sample of the fragrance that was to his surprise, delectable. It
smelled of chocolate, rich and dark. Little did she know, he had a weak spot
for chocolate. He simply couldn�t help but drink the
fragrance in, �That does smell good.� That was an understatement.
�Doesn�t it? Wow.� Tifa
held the bottle as she closed the top, moving down the table until she found a
small decorative glass bottle. She lifted this bottle from the table as well,
reading the label and smiling. Vincent moved closer, but she hid the bottle
from his view. She found the woman behind the table and purchased these two
items which went in to a small bag. She swung the bag around for a moment,
peering at Vincent who seemed rather curious.
�What else did you get?�
He asked.
�Oh,
just a little something.� She mentioned casually, glancing around the remainder of the fair.
Suddenly a table caught her attention and she begged Vincent a moment by
herself. He watched her disappear into the crowd and he turned back to the
familiar table of artistry.
With a bag of his own,
Vincent found Tifa once again after she finished her secretive trip to a table
which he could not quite discern the contents of. She had another bag in tow,
but he didn�t bother asking what else she found. Though, when she caught sight
of his bag, she eyed him skeptically.
�What�d you get, Vincent?�
She came closer, nearly pulling the bag to peek in it, but he dodged her
attempt.
�That is for me to know.�
He replied, coolly.
�Ooh, I see.� She put her
hands on her hips, giving him a look that could provoke a guilt trip. �Please?�
She pouted.
�You�ll have to find out
later.� He resisted her pouting, and his tone made insinuations that she picked
up with a shiver down her spine.
�Then you�ll have to wait,
too.� She scrunched her nose, �So is there something you�d like to do?�
�Actually, yes�� He
replied, but before she could question, he was wandering through the crowd.
�Another
surprise?� She
asked, as she caught up to him.
�Perhaps, but you�ll know
what it is the minute we get there.� He kept his eyes forward, winding through
the other people as she followed with a very curious look.
They mingled for a moment,
and came to a small table where desserts and baked goods were displayed in an
array of colours. Her curiosity grew and she peered over at him, �Dessert?� She
said with furrowed brows.
�I don�t much feel like
dinner, so why not skip it?� He approached the table with one thing in mind.
The scent of the chocolate lotion brought a craving, so when he found a
chocolate bar wrapped in a small paper, he quickly grabbed two. He addressed
the young man by the table, �I�ll take these.� The boy nodded and told him the
price, just before taking his gil and putting it into
a little bag.
�Thanks, sir.� The boy
said with a slight bow.
�Thank you.� Vincent
returned the gesture as though he were accustomed.
�Have you spent a lot of
time around Wutai, Vincent?� Tifa questioned.
�You could say that.� He
gave her enough of an answer to pique serious curiosity. Then he strayed away
to a quiet area of the park just as the stars began to peek out from the night
sky. Tifa followed shortly after, and when he sat on the cool grass, she sat
carefully beside him, tending to her hem to be sure not to flash anyone. She
was regretting the dress now, but she had to remind herself of the way Vincent
looked at her earlier. A chocolate bar was held out in her direction, and she
took it with a smile.
�Thanks.� She said,
leaning closer and placing a fleeting kiss against his cheek.
Vincent seemed okay with
the feather light touch, and simply gazed outward while taking a bite of the
candy. She followed his line of sight, admiring the way the world looked in the
pale light of the stars. Day was a beautiful time, but there was just nothing
like a starlit night. After a few bites of chocolate, she turned back toward
Vincent.
�So, why have you spent so
much time here?� She inquired, a single brow raised.
�I once called Wutai
home.� He turned his gaze from the night, and on to Tifa. �I was much younger
then.�
She looked surprised,
although she really shouldn�t have been. He had distinct features that made him
appear Wutaian. She had also once heard something of
his mother being Wutaian. �Really?
I thought so. How neat! Do you ever think of moving back here?� She said,
finishing her chocolate along with him and put the papers in her bag.
�Once in a while the
thought crosses my mind. I do not know what the future will hold for me.� He
answered in that same monotonous tone he usually carried. The previous evening
she had actually gotten him to speak with some emotion,
she only wished she could bring that out of him every night.
�What do you want,
Vincent?� Her tone grew soft and she looked as though she was expecting
something despondent. The gunslinger could only assume why. He was introverted,
lonely and had a troublesome past. He was always on his own in undisclosed
locations doing what he did best, avoiding human touch. How could she assume
anything other than a dark future?
�I do not know.� Leave it
to Vincent to be discreet. She huffed, frustrated. He was lying. There had to
be things he wanted, and he couldn�t very well be unaware of his own desires.
Actually, he was lying through his teeth. There were plenty of things he
wanted, but he was afraid to voice that he wanted such things for fear that he
would be disappointed with the outcome. Another issue with his desires was that
she was currently on the list, and he was undecided about whether to let her in
on such knowledge. His gaze wandered to the bags lying on the grass beside them
and he found a way to distract her from her current path. With a quick
movement, he swept the bag belonging to him and she watched with distant curiosity.
He pulled out a large square wrapped in tissue and handed it to her.
Taking the light object,
she gave him that look of incredulity. �What�s this, Vince?� She was nudging at
the paper lightly.
�Just open it.� He
remarked.
She followed his words,
tearing the paper gently from the square of mystery. As she removed it, she
realized a frame sat below the paper, and once she had removed the tissue, she
turned the frame over to find the painting of the park and bench. Both sculpted
brows rose and her lips curved a lovely smile. She glanced over at Vincent, who
actually had a smile of his own. �Vincent! What am I supposed to say about
this?�
�Thank you?� Was he making
a joke? A smirk cracked his lips and she gave him a light swat on the arm.
�You�re too cute. I love
this painting, thank you so much!� She really felt absolutely giddy inside. The
painting meant a lot to her, but not because of what it depicted. The picture
was pretty, but the memory they had made on the bench that night was the reason
she had been so fond of the art. She wanted to remember their time together,
and he made that possible for her with a sweet gesture. She couldn�t help but
hurriedly set the painting down so she could reach over, turning her torso so
her arms could wrap his neck in a tight embrace. As her arms came around him,
she had brushed against the cowl and pushed it down. Her skin was soft against
his neck, sending the faint hairs that occupied the skin on his neck to stand
on end. Hesitantly, he brought his strong arms around her waist and returned
her hug.
Yuffie�s advice
infiltrated Tifa�s ecstatic thoughts. �I know what you should do. Kiss him.�
The young girl�s voice echoed the very thing she felt the desire to do. He had
been so open with her last night, his nightmare had brought her closer to him,
and tonight he had been just plain sweet. She tormented herself to make a
decision.
Tifa kept her arms around
his neck, but pulled her head backward until crimson clashed with burgundy. Her
nose was mere inches from his, and her eyes were nothing short of sultry. His
eyes, on the other hand, were burning into her soul; she felt her stomach swirl
and her mind race. He could hear her heart beating wildly and he realized he
was sometimes thankful for his increased senses. He knew what she wanted before
she made her intentions clear. She became translucent in his arms,
every wall she�d built to keep emotions hidden fell away. In this moment, he
saw her utterly pure, as if she�d been untouched by the failing world around
her. He listened to each breath she took, to each beat her heart pulsed. The
aura that surrounded them was overwhelming, and she gave in. Pastel lips came
in contact with his; the warmth shared bringing her emotions full force. Her
lashes fluttered, veiling her eyes as she felt no resistance from him.
Suddenly, everything she had battled with melted away in the realization that
he was returning her affections. His arms became tight around her waist,
pulling her against him with a gentle motion. His mind was completely
unsettled. He hadn�t kissed another in ages and though the contact felt
strange, in an instant it became something he absolutely needed.
A brief moment where souls
entangled by the touch of a kiss, and he tugged her lightly until she moved up
and straddled over him, with her knees on either side of his thighs. Had her
mind not been so drunk with his touch, she might have hesitated since the hem
of the dress stretched and pulled taught against her thighs, slipping up a
couple of inches. Never was the contact broken, and he deepened the already
passionate kiss. His fingers took advantage of the shortened hemline, brushing
the supple skin of her thighs. In the wake of his finger tips, her flesh
burned. A soft sigh of recognition came between them, before she reluctantly
broke the kiss. With his touch, she had taken notice of her dress, remembering
what she�d chosen to wear and how vulnerable it left her. Before she could
react to such thoughts, he stole her lips once again. He simply could not get
enough of her touch, and she returned his affections with the brush of her
moist tongue against his lips. His lips were tainted by the light flavour of chocolate, and she committed the taste to her
memory. Each time she indulged in a piece of chocolate in the future, she would
recall this moment.
Breathless, she finally
broke the second kiss. She rested her forehead against his, not quite brave
enough to open her eyes just yet. She was in quite a predicament, attempting to
find a way to slid off his lap without compromising her hemline. It was as if
he could read her thoughts, for he carefully helped her back to the spot where
she had been sitting. She looked over toward him, deathly afraid of what to say
or do now. She had taken Yuffie�s advice and it had paid like she never thought
possible, but that didn�t help her with the question of what would happen next.
Perhaps he sensed the apprehension she held from the beat of her heart. It
hadn�t slowed down in the least.
�Tifa�� He paused,
lowering his head to look at her from behind the obstruction of several strands
of black that had slipped over his bandana. �Thank you��
She glanced at the green
blades beneath her legs for a moment, trying to decipher the cryptic meaning he
inserted in those three words. She looked intensely surprised, and turned to
him with raised brows. �For what?� She asked,
fidgeting with her dress.
�For�� Another pause was
required, saying what he needed to would be a heavy task for him. He�d be
sharing much with her in a small sentence. �For making me feel human again. For
making me feel alive�� He trailed off, studying her eyes for some kind of
response.
These words struck her
hard. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of her ducts, the warmth
tickling and causing her to blink a couple of times. She really had no idea why
the urge to cry was even an issue. The sentiment he�d shared should have made
her feel joyous. Then again, these tears were likely tears for relief and
happiness. Relief that she didn�t send him away with her affection, and happiness
that he was really beginning to appreciate her the way no one ever had. She was
dumbfounded. Words fought to be said, but her lips simply failed to move. She
was afraid of ruining the moment, and her indecisiveness swallowed her whole.
Vincent did not need a
response in words; her translucence allowed him a view of the truth that words
would not do justice. That very same truth made him nervous and elated all at
once. Just then he came upon his final decision, and she would have to learn of
this very soon.
Swiftly, Vincent came to
his feet and offered his hand out to Tifa. She eyed his hand a moment, before
taking the help offered and carefully standing with the bags in tow. She looked
questioningly toward him, but before she could ask where they were headed to
next, he simply intertwined his fingers with her own and led her away through
the park. Her mind wandered the possibilities, wondering what he had in mind
and what this new unknown destination would be. She couldn�t stand it any
longer.
�Hey, where are we going?�
�You�ll see.� He replied
simply, not a hint of what was to come.

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Cliff :D You'll have to read chapter five
to find out what happens next. Well, I hope this was up to par with the rest of
the story. I wrote it in my downtime at work over the week! Thanks for reading.
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