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Candy Wrapper	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Eyes that watch the world and can�t forget�"

Candy Wrapper, Chapter 5
The next day I was absolutely exhausted. For starters, by the time Vincent had left my room it was nearly one in the morning, and after that, I hadn�t been able to sleep much, being too torn up about what had happened to the poor guy in his past. I�d be lying if I didn�t say that I�d cried plenty for him, because I had. When I did manage to fall to sleep, it was probably close to four in the morning, and then the intercom on the ship blared to life at six fifteen, as Cid ordered all of us to get our �lazy asses the hell out of bed�. The guy gets up at like zero dark thirty every day and thinks that the rest of us should, too. One day, I will pull the stick out of Cid�s ass.

In any event, I got up and slogged off to the mess hall, finding everyone else there looking about as tired as I felt. I picked up my small ration and landed across from Vincent. He was sitting alone at the small table in the corner. As I did this, I saw Cloud turn to look at me, since it had sort of been my routine all along to sit with him during our occasional meals on the airship. I guess he wanted some sort of explanation but too damn bad for him, I figured. I didn�t feel that I owed Cloud anything after the whole bit with Aeris. If he didn�t like the fact that I was interested in spending time with Vincent, that was his issue. He�d had no problem ditching me the second she came into our lives, so there was no reason that I should feel bad for wanting to be with Vincent, right?

Vincent looked up at me, having already finished his ration. "Tifa."

I gave him a smile. "How are you today?"

His head cocked slightly to the side and he looked away. "You really ought not sit with me."

That hurt my feelings and I frowned. "Why not? I thought�"

"Tifa, is has nothing to do with how I feel about you." He looked into my eyes again. "It has to do with the fact that they will make fun of you if they believe that you are interested in me in any way."

"Who cares what they think?" I�d shot back, not liking the idea. "You know, all day yesterday when we were with the others, you ignored me completely. You can�t be someone�s friend and act like that."

"Tifa, as I said, it�s got nothing to do with my feelings for you. I am merely trying to save you from becoming the butt of their jokes. Turn around." Vincent looked away from me again.

I slowly did as told and turned in my seat. Everyone else was huddled around the usual table, staring at me and Vincent.

"Go over there before they get any ideas," I heard Vincent whisper.

I knew that I had to do as he asked and I picked up my ration and reluctantly went over to the others. I sat at Cloud�s side, the conversation going on at the table stopping immediately upon my approach. After getting settled, I pulled the foil off of my meal and began to pick through it.

Cloud was staring at me, and I was doing my best to not notice, but finally he nudged me with his elbow, making me look at him. "Tifa?"

"What?"

He motioned over to where Vincent was still sitting. "What the hell was that?"

I turned and looked him square on. "What in the hell was what?"

"Going over there and sitting with Vincent?"

I knit my brows. "So, I can�t even talk to other people without you questioning me?"

"Not him you can�t." Cloud didn�t look pleased. "You don�t know a damn thing about him, Tiff. All of us pretty much agree that he�s way far out there, and you have no idea what he�s capable of. Hell, some of us aren�t even sure that he�s really on our side."

I know that my jaw dropped upon his insinuation of Vincent perhaps not honestly being on our team. "How dare you! You have no idea what he�s been through, Cloud. If anyone has a vested interest in seeing an end to all that�s going on right now, it sure as hell is him!"

Cloud cocked an eyebrow at me and narrowed his eyes. "And you do have some sort of idea? How�s that possible? The guy�s said like two words to all of us since he�s been here!"

I glanced back to where Vincent had been sitting, to see that he�d left the room, and for this, I was glad because I was about to unload on Cloud. "Maybe if you and Cid and everyone else stopped being complete assholes to him he�d be a lot friendlier!"

I now had Cid�s attention as well. He raised his fork and pointed it at me. "Don�t be draggin� me into this bullshit. You wanna fight with your fuckin� boyfriend you go right on ahead, but you leave me out of it."

I stood up, sending my chair crashing back to the floor. "He�s not my boyfriend, Cid! And you are a jerk as far as Vincent�s concerned. You don�t even call the poor guy by his name! Why are all of you so mean to him?"

"Because the son of a bitch refuses to be a part of this group. He�s hangin� on our coattails, ridin� with us through this nightmare. He�s the jerk, Tif, not us. What has he said to anybody on this ship that hasn�t been riddled with sarcasm? Hell, most of the time when he�s addressed, he just ignores whoever�s speaking." Cid leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah," Cloud agreed, "and if you think that you can be his friend, then you�re wasting your time. What about him could possibly appeal to you anyway?"

That was it, I�d had it. "Probably the fact that he�s the kind of guy that only says things he means, Cloud. So if Vincent tells me that he cares about me, he�ll stick by it, not just blow me off the second something he thinks is better comes along, unlike you!"

Everyone at the table�s eyes went wide, not believing that I�d gone there.

And I�d gone there.

"You�re trying to make me jealous by pretending that you like Vincent?" Cloud openly laughed. "You�ve got a problem."

"You�re the most arrogant son of a bitch I�ve ever known! No, I�m not trying to make you jealous at all! I�m trying to find someone on this ship who I can actually relate to and be friends with, because it sure as hell isn�t you anymore, Cloud!" I clenched my fists, ready to strike him if he dared to say anything to me in return.

Cloud scoffed at me and looked back down at his ration. "Whatever, Tifa."

I�d pretty much lost my appetite at that point and resolved that I was going to leave. I shot Cid a glare while I was at it and then ran from the room. I heard Cid say something to Cloud as I went out, but I couldn�t make out what it was, and I probably didn�t want to know.

Not knowing what else to do and so incredibly pissed that I was shaking, I ran to my room and flung myself down upon my bed. I cried for a few moments, before reaching under my bed and groping around, searching for something. After a few seconds, I found what I wanted and pulled out the box of candy that I�d hidden there the day before. I took out one of the bars, deciding that I really was sort of hungry and this was the best I was going to be able to do under the circumstances.

As I pulled the wrapper back, I about jumped out of my skin when I heard someone behind me.

"That is not acceptable for breakfast."

I leapt off of my bed and saw Vincent standing inside my door. He�d slipped in completely without my notice. "It�s not acceptable to sneak up on people like that!"

He immediately looked away. "Well, it wouldn�t do to have my arrival here potentially noticed by anyone, especially after what just occurred because you happened to sit by me for a few seconds."

I felt bad and sat back down on the edge of my bed, taking a bite of my candy bar. "Fine. No one can ever know that we�re friends. Got it."

He may have been hiding behind that stupid cloak, but I could see him wince from my words. Vincent came over and sat on Aeris� bed. He outstretched his right hand toward me.

I looked over at him sitting there like that, somehow knowing what he was after. After reaching back, I pulled out another of the candy bars and then tossed it at him. "There."

"What did they say to you after I left?"

I kept my gaze focused on my candy bar, not really wanting to rehash it. "Nothing that you probably didn�t already figure out."

"I see." Vincent turned his attention to his treat and unwrapped it, quickly getting to the task of eating it.

I watched him-- no, I stared at him, not really caring at the moment what he thought about me doing so. I had just been given a little glimpse this morning, thanks to the others, of what it was like to live as the object of their ridicule. The fact that he�d always remained so cool about it, basically tuning it out I found amazing. "How do you put up with it?"

"The knowledge that there is a greater good to be accomplished. What I have to endure to see to that end is insignificant." He took his last bite, and then just held the empty wrapper out to me.

I took it from him and placed it upon the bed behind me, then wadding up my own and tossing it over toward the small wastebasket.

Vincent watched me do this and shook his head slightly. "Your journal is going to be nothing more than a repository for my garbage."

That didn�t necessarily seem like a bad thing to me. "So?"

Clearly he didn�t know what to say in reply to that.

Suddenly, there came a furious pounding at my door. I looked over at Vincent. "Crap."

He met my gaze for a moment and then got up and walked to the far corner of the room, out of the view of whoever was at my door.

I went to answer, as the pounding came again, louder. "Open the fuck up!"

Already knowing that it was Cid, I opened the door just a little bit and looked at the pilot. "What?"

He seemed a little embarrassed. "Uh, look, I know you got pissed this morning, and I just wanted to make sure that you were okay."

I cocked an eyebrow, not really sure why Cid was here, seeming to apologize. "Okay� It�s just that you guys�never mind. You all showed me exactly what kind of people you are this morning."

Cid was going to say something in his defense, but I didn�t give him the chance as I slammed the door in his face and locked it. I heard him on the other side for a moment, huffing and cursing under his breath before he retreated.

With that taken care of, I went back over and sat on my bed, with Vincent emerging and sitting across from me again.

"Now I�ve driven a wedge between Cid and you," Vincent said quietly.

"He�s a pain in the ass and he�s getting what he deserves." I shook my head, still incredibly angry with both the pilot and Cloud.

"You and Cid got along well before this. In fact, I think that you�re the only one on this ship that he treats like a human being." Vincent wasn�t looking at me, keeping his eyes fixed upon the door, apparently waiting for someone else to come by.

That was true. The pilot had opened up to me more than anyone else on the ship and I did like him, or at least I had until his comments about Vincent had gotten to me. "Cid�s a decent guy on some level, he�s just crass and overbearing. He�s got a good heart, but I�m starting to see that it�s selective."

"I don�t want to cost you your friends, Tifa."

"Damn it, Vincent, if they�re willing to turn on me because I like you then they aren�t really my friends, are they? Real friends don�t do that." I crossed my arms over my chest, upset about everything.

"I�ve not had many friends. I guess I wouldn�t know."

I got up from my bed and went to Vincent�s side, sitting next to him. "You do now. At least one, in any event."

Vincent closed his eyes for a moment and then turned his head toward me. "Just friends?"

The way he said that to me told me volumes. To Vincent, we were already far more than friends. All of the rest of my anger and misery over the morning faded in that instant and I smiled. "No, not as far as I�m concerned."

"Me neither."

I sat there staring into his crimson eyes for a while, wondering what was going to happen next.

Vincent reached up and undid the buckles to his cloak, allowing it to fall back and away, as he�d done the night before. I could see the smile that graced his lips. "Your life is going to be hell with the others, you know."

"I don�t give a damn about them anymore." I leaned a little closer to him, knowing what I wanted.

Vincent reached up with his right hand and placed it against the side of my face. "Tifa, are you certain?"

I wasn�t sure what he meant by that, it could have been two things. "Huh?"

"Are you certain you want to be with me?" I could see the seething emotion beneath his placid expression.

"Yes, I do."

"You honestly wish to waste your first time with me?" Vincent asked, his eyes narrowing.

Okay, now how he knew that I was still a virgin at my age was a little spooky. For God�s sake, I lived in the slums and worked in a bar. By all accounts, he should have thought that I was a slut, not a virgin, but I was and he�d called it. I couldn�t help but ask, "How do you know?"

"Subtle signs." Vincent�s head cocked to the side and his hand slid from my cheek and beneath my chin. "However, you need not feel self-conscious about the fact. It�s refreshing to know that there are others who have made it into their twenties without ever having done it."

This was a strange statement, and I�m guessing that my expression reflected that. "What?"

"Aside from Hojo forcing his way upon me, I�ve never�" Vincent looked away and actually blushed. I just about died.

"Wait, you were twenty seven years old, a Turk, and you�re a virgin?" I couldn�t believe it. The Turks I�d known were the most immoral whoring bunch I�d ever met. And no, I didn�t think that Hojo�s rape counted as far as taking his virginity. That was something different completely.

"It isn�t a job requirement or any such thing." Vincent offered a shy smile. "I was ridiculed by my fellow Turks for my lack of cavorting, I will admit."

This seemed far-fetched to me. Quite frankly, with as good looking as Vincent was, introverted or not he should have been fighting off women left and right. If he�d been anyone else, I would have thought he was messing with me, but in the case of Vincent Valentine, I knew better. "Okay."

He moved closer to me and I closed my eyes, soon feeling his lips upon mine. The chocolate that he�d just had still lingered, sweetening the kiss. I parted my mouth to Vincent, inviting him in and he obliged. I brought my hands up and framed his face, keeping him held to me, unwilling to let him slip away like he had that first night.

Vincent�s right hand that had been beneath my chin moved downward until he was where he could slide it around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

He sat back after a few minutes and looked into my eyes, gauging my reaction. Vincent smiled the smallest amount and then pulled the strip of fabric from his hair, so that it fell free like it had the night before.

I couldn�t resist and I ran my hands through his hair, having wanted to do so for a long time. I�ve always been a sucker for long hair on guys, and Vincent�s was beautiful.

Vincent closed his eyes briefly while I toyed with his tresses. Eventually, one of his eyes cracked open and looked at me. The look on his face showed that he was still in some disbelief that I was so fascinated by him.

"I�ve never seen anyone like you," I confessed quietly, letting my hands trail down to his shoulders. "You�re amazing."

Vincent looked to the side. I could almost hear into his mind as he questioned himself about being a freak. Obviously, Vincent didn�t know how to handle a compliment at all.

I placed my hands on the sides of his face and made him look at me. "Vincent, at some point you�re going to have to accept that I�m not lying to you."

"I know you�re not, it�s just that I cannot understand someone being interested in me. No one has ever been." His eyes were burning with emotion again, and I feared that he was going to flee once more.

I pulled him in for another kiss, tangling my hands in his hair in the process. The movements of his lips against mine were becoming a little more forceful like they had night before last, and I knew what that meant.

Vincent moved from beside me and stood up. "Tifa�"

Damn it! How difficult can this be? I wondered to myself. I gazed at him, panting to catch my breath. "What, Vincent?"

He backed away until he was beside my bed and then sat down upon it. "I don�t think that we should be on Aeris� bed, that�s all."

My relief and amusement were clear and I giggled to myself before getting up and going over to him. He reached out a hand for me and I took it. Vincent pulled me down against him as he lay back upon the bed. The act of doing this knocked the box of candy bars from the bed and down onto the floor but neither of us seemed to care much about that.

I was lying on top of Vincent, smiling down at him. His expression, for the first time that I�d ever seen, actually looked�happy. I kissed him again deeply, and felt his hands wrap around my back, holding me tightly against him. I groaned into his mouth quietly when I noticed that firmness again pressing against my waist. Vincent�s body seemed willing. Instinctively, I moved so that his arousal was closer to my own, and I increased the friction between our bodies there, causing him to gasp.

He pushed me back a little and looked at me. I could see the lust in his eyes and it made me that much more anxious. We may have both been virgins, but we were old enough to know what we were supposed to do.

Vincent�s lips were still parted and he licked them before managing to say what he felt he needed to. "I�m not going to be able to stop if we go much further."

"I don�t want you to stop�ever," I whispered back to him, pressing my hips downward against him once more, causing him to catch his breath.

That was it, the last barrier Vincent had was broken.

He flipped me off of him and rolled on top of me, kissing me in desperation as his hips rocked against me, needing more of that friction between us. His right hand snaked between our bodies, grazing over one of my breasts. This sent another wave of passion through me and I writhed beneath him, displaying my approval of his touch.

Vincent�s breaths were being drawn in quickly, and when his lips finally ventured from mine and down to my neck, I felt the heat of his mouth against my skin, driving me mad. I�d never been that worked up in my life and it was all because of Vincent.

His right hand grasped the bottom edge of my halter-top and he pulled it upward, until my chest was exposed to him. I heard him growl deep in his throat as he looked at me approvingly for a few seconds, before he dipped back down and let his mouth and tongue graze against first my left breast, and then my right.

This made me move beneath him more, as these new sensations increased the warmth I was feeling within my body. My hands ran through his hair and against his neck as he suckled at me gently. I was moaning quietly as he teased my flesh with his lips, wishing that I could get my hands upon more of his body.

Vincent moved to lie beside me and brought his mouth back up to my own. Finally, I was in a position to touch him and my hands found their way to the belts that were always cinched around his waist. I had them undone quickly, and I felt Vincent shudder against me as his own anticipation got worse.

I unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the small zipper there, before allowing my right hand to slip beneath his boxers.

Now, I may have been a virgin, but I had gone through a few boyfriends in my day, and this wasn�t the first time I�d touched a male in this state. However, most of them had been gawky teenagers, not full grown and matured men. As my hand ran down Vincent�s length, I came to appreciate that there was a lot more to him than any other male that I�d ever touched.

At my touch, Vincent�s previous silence was broken and he threw his head back and groaned deeply, reaching down and grabbing my wrist, halting further stroking. I had apparently brought him very close to the edge with just these first few seconds of contact. He pulled my hand away from him and brought it up to his mouth, kissing it gently before letting it go. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Careful�"

I smiled and nodded at him, resolving to not ruin the experience by driving him to that point before we got to do what we really wanted.

Vincent�s right hand then found its way to my thigh and it slowly slipped up and beneath the short miniskirt that I wore. I lifted my hips up off of the bed, begging him to touch me as I wanted to be. He complied and let his hand work its way beneath my panties. Vincent�s fingers parted me, making contact where I was most sensitive. With as aroused as I already was, he found it easy enough to slip one of his digits within me, tentatively thrusting with it a few times to watch my reaction.

I cried out quietly at this first invasion of my body by him, and once more I rocked my hips, making his hand delve deeper within me. This in turn, just made me groan more.

Vincent�s mouth pulled back from mine again, and he looked down into my eyes, his cheeks now flushed in his excitement. I could see that he had questions on his mind, and he was trying to gather up the nerve to ask.

"Vincent?" I called up to him breathlessly, wanting to know what was on his mind.

"Pr�protection?"

I closed my eyes and internally laughed to myself. I had never heard someone sound so uncomfortable with a simple word in my life. However, I was going to be able to put his mind to ease. "It�s all right, I�ve been on the pill for a few years."

A fleeting smile crossed his lips for a moment, indicating that he was pleased to hear this. But soon another question came forth. "Tifa�are you ready?"

"Yes."

Vincent moved away from me a short distance and kicked off his boots before pulling his pants off completely.

I took that opportunity to ditch my clothing as well, pulling away my skirt and underpants, as well as my halter-top. That done, I turned my eyes back over to Vincent, seeing him lying there beside me, completely exposed now as was I. We both just looked at each other for a few moments. Scarred or not, his body was beautiful. He was lean but muscular, his skin an even ivory shade. Vincent�s arousal was absolute, and now able to see him, I could appreciate exactly how well put together he was. And there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to feel that body against mine.

Vincent bent to kiss me and as he did so, I could appreciate the fact that he was now shaking in his anticipation. As his lips burned against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth frantically, he pulled himself on top of me again.

I parted my thighs, allowing him to get into position. That firmness was now being pushed right against my entrance, and I thought I�d lose my mind if he didn�t get to the task immediately.

Vincent moved to kiss the union between my shoulder and neck again, and I couldn�t help myself from begging. "Vincent, please, I want you."

He moved to look into my eyes and he drew his hips back enough that he could reach down with his right hand and grasp himself, ready to guide his way into me. Slowly, he did just that and I cried out, sitting up slightly, putting my arms around him tightly as I struggled to get past the initial pain of being entered for the first time.

Vincent stopped advancing and locked into my gaze. I could hear him clenching his left hand beside my head, the sound of his metal fingers grating against each other giving an audible sign to his anxiety. "Are�you all right?"

I nodded slightly-- the pain was already fading and being replaced with a feeling of fullness, wonderful and complete fullness. My arousal got the better of me and I lost my mind for a moment, saying something I never would have thought I would have said in a million years. "Oh God, Vincent, fuck me�"

He growled at me and pressed his lips to mine once more as he began to carefully thrust into me. Vincent grunted quietly with each movement, pacing himself in the hopes of sustaining the experience as long as he could manage.

The way it felt as he moved within me was incredible. I was going to be thrown into orgasmic bliss and it was going to be soon. I moaned every time he drove into me, not believing that this was finally happening, and that it was happening with this man.

As I felt my body begin to respond as I neared satisfaction, I threw my head back, freeing Vincent�s mouth to once more go to my neck. In my ecstasy, I made my confession. "Vincent�I love you�"

I heard him gasp and he quit moving. He looked into my eyes and knit his brow. "What?"

I was so close to coming that the fact that he quit moving just about killed me. "No! Don�t stop!"

"What did you say, Tifa?"

I stared into his eyes. "I love you."

Vincent didn�t react for a few seconds, driving me insane. Finally, his eyes narrowed. "Don�t say things like that."

"I do, Vincent." I reached up and placed my hands on the sides of his face. "I love you and I don�t want you to stop."

It was clear from the way he was looking back at me that he�d never expected to hear that said to him, either in the heat of passion or otherwise. "Do�do you honestly?"

"Oh God, Vincent, I do," I cried back to him. I had never said it and meant it more than I did then.

"Tifa, I love you, too."

We remained there still not moving, smiling faintly at one another with our bodies locked together. After a few more seconds, Vincent kissed me once more and began thrusting, this time with more force and an increased frequency. My legs came up and tightened around his waist, allowing him to go deeper.

This was all it took for me to have the most powerful climax of my life. I screamed out in my pleasure, once more reaffirming my love for Vincent and in doing so, driving him over the edge as well. His grunts became outright cries when my muscles began to contract around him, and I felt his length respond within me, filling me with his seed. His metal talons tore into the pillow next to my head dangerously close, but I was never afraid. Vincent would never hurt me.

That done, Vincent collapsed to his side next to me, panting to catch his breath, sweat adding a glow to his body. He looked into my eyes, his exhaustion not enough to hide the emotions within him. "Tifa?"

I rolled onto my side and placed my arm over his waist. "Yeah?"

He kissed me gently. "Thank you."

His oddness was unrelenting. I smiled at him. "That�s sort of a weird thing to say after sex, Vincent."

"Perhaps, I wouldn�t know." He�d offered me a faint smile of his own. "But, did you mean it?"

He�s never going to accept anything until he hears it about a million times, I thought to myself. "Yes, Vincent, I love you. Accept it."

"Why?"

I groaned through clenched teeth at that. The questioning�that constant desperate search for validation�good God. "Because I do."

I could see that he was aware at that moment of my slight bit of annoyance and he relented, and just said the best thing he could have managed. "I love you, too."
A/N-- Is it still okay? I know this was what some of us were waiting for�*snerk*. I can keep going if y�all like, or I can just end it here. What say you?
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