Goodnight Kiss

*Yeah, remember that thing called “real life?” Kinda got a little caught up in that. Apologies all for the long delay in posting, beggings of forgiveness!!!!*

Goodnight Kiss
Chapter Five
The Reason

It had been a long time since Vincent had felt angry or allowed himself to be furious with anyone or anything but Hojo. Wutai and all the memories it brought didn’t hit him until much, much later that night, after this wild goose-chase for their Materia was long over.

He was so annoyed by the delay that when they at last cornered Yuffie, she happened to stumble face first into the wrong guy. He plucked her up by the nape of her neck with his claw, no gentleness intended. He threw the kicking child at Cloud’s feet, satisfied with the terror her wide eyes gave him. Never had he given contact to another group member—as far as they knew anyway—and oh what he would have given to snap her neck for her thieving!! It must have shown.

Cloud seemed to take seeing some of the Turks as a sign that they could slow down and keep the chase up (for a second time!), but Vincent knew better. If not Reno, then someone else would be on the job with the Keystone. They were wasting valuable time.

All being said and done—Materia returned and Turks satisfied—Cloud again made a lousy decision. They would stay here tonight and leave early. It irritated Vincent’s focus to no end. And yet… another piece of him celebrated. A piece he thought long dead.

Another night with Aerith. Another escape; another wonderful interlude to give him so peace of mind and pleasure of body, if only for just a few satisfying hours. What a fool he was becoming. She might not even want to continue… she might have guessed at her mistake in wallowing in his taint.

This conflict in his head lead predictably to alcohol, if only for now. That was his first mistake. There was only one bar in Wutai, and none other than Reno and Rude were still there, causing a ruckus. Not even Cid had the balls to go drink in the same establishment as their enemies, vacation or no.

“Fucker got what was comin’ to him!” Reno was laughing, doing what looked like an impression of Corneo plummeting from the Dao Cho. Given the bored expression on Rude’s face, it probably wasn’t the first charade he’d played out for that day.

Right after Vincent’s first drink, Reno nudged his partner. “Yo! Lookie who we have here!” He jumped into the stool next to Vincent with a big, drunken grin. Great. Just great. Right what he needed—another idiot to deal with. “I’ll have what he’s having!”

The bartender looked annoyed. “Turks…” she muttered under her breath as she began mixing. Vincent decided not to take offense. He was an ex-Turk, after all.

“Only you today, hm Valentine?” Reno asked, clearly smashed. They must not have stopped drinking since Elena had been returned, which had been late afternoon. It was almost nine. “Where’s that spikey-headed leader a yours? Or that obnoxious pilot? He likes to drink, don’t he?”

Vincent shrugged as the second round arrived.

“Martini guy, huh?” Reno laughed, downing his like a shot. “I’m a James Bond fan myself…” His eyes followed Vincent’s fingers, which removed the olive garnish very efficiently without any help from what would have been the other hand. “Dude, that is so cool! How do you do that? Hojo fucked up your arm, right? The experiments, right?”

Vincent hesitated. Of course he knew—he had access to ShinRa’s files. He cleared his throat as in indication that it wasn’t something he wished to discuss, least of all with Reno.

“So c’mon, man—lemme see it,” Reno was pestering. “Prosthetic limbs are so cool these days…”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Vincent told him point blank.

Though the hint was dropped right into his lap, Reno didn’t register it. Or he chose not to. He was too wasted for Vincent to tell. “Heh, you’re a pretty funny guy! Hey! Another drink for the clown here!”

Vincent drummed his fingers, his patience running thin.

“Hey man, why the frown?”

“You’re drunk…” he sighed.

“Yeah? You’re sexy!”

So much for a peaceful drink. Reno didn’t strike him as gay or bi, but it was clearly an offer at this point. If things were different—if he weren’t in such a bitter mood, if it weren’t for her … he might have considered accepting, but as it was…

“Not interested.”

“Hey, you know who else is sexy? That Ancient—the chick in pink.”

Vincent’s claw tensed, curling into a fist.

“Man, I would bang her all night! Is Cloud her boyfriend or something? ‘Cause if she’s available, oh shit would I fuck her… dude…” Reno stifled a hiccup. “Vince…would you ask her out for me or something?”

The claw came about and caught Reno hard in the jaw. He went flying and landed hard in a pile of chairs and broken glass. “Bastard!” he slurred, leaping up with startling nimbleness given the amount of alcohol in his scrawny body.

Ignoring the blood running down his face, Reno had his rod out and swinging. Vincent caught it in the claw, grateful for it for not the first time in a rare instance. The charge died in it, giving Reno second thoughts. Vincent twirled it out of Reno’s hands, knocking him back. Simultaneously his .45 was out and pointed at Rude, who now thought better of jumping in.

Most of the patrons had fled and the poor bartender was hiding under the counter. What was the point of calling the police if the Turks couldn’t handle it? Besides… reporting a Turk meant certain doom, even this far from Midgar.

Vincent put the gun back in its holster and threw the rod back at Reno. He straitened and left, momentarily satisfied.

What in the world had come over him?

***

Vincent made his way back to his room and found the door cracked open slightly. Not taking any chances, the .45 was out again as he slowly entered, finding a good cluster of shadows to cling to. In the silence he strained his hypersensitive ears. The hum of some random dormant appliance. A slight breeze outside, coaxing wind chimes to sing. Slow and deep breath and the slight shuffle of sheets…

He approached the bed and relaxed. Yes, someone had slipped into his room. It was Aerith. And she had fallen asleep waiting for him.

Even in the darkness his eyes found every strand of hair, every curve of her body and even the way her eyelashes fluttered to be attractive. And she was here. For him. It was no false hope of his and it both bothered and excited him.

Vincent unequipped, taking off his holster as quietly as he could for fear of waking her. Despite his efforts, he knew she was waking up before she did, so he paused to watch her stretch, give a little yawn or moan and absorb the fact that he was standing there when she opened her eyes.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“Almost ten.”

“You’re early…”

“You were expecting me, I see.”

Aerith smiled and sat up, reaching to play with some stray hair as he uncloaked. “I guess I just missed you.”

Missed him. Odd girl. Shirtless now, he began to un-strap his boots. He was distracted by the brush that started to run through his hair again, slowing his progress dramatically given the goosebumps that ran all the way to his fingers. The familiar, soothing rhythm was almost habit now, and its result was predictable. Vincent shifted and struggled with the boot as his pants became a lot tighter.

“Aerith,” he interrupted softly.

“Hm?”

He took her hand and turned, one foot finally free. “Why?” he asked, looking her in the eye without flinching or searching for something else to focus on. He didn’t need to elaborate—there was no doubt in his mind that she knew what he was talking about.

She stared right back as she gathered an answer. It was like she was searching him for one, as if he could know already. Intuition was one thing though. Borderline psychic empathy was completely another.

“You made me feel… wanted,” she finally said.

“Wanted?” he repeated, almost dubiously. Every member of AVALANCHE—even the bratty Yuffie—would bend over backwards for her. She had a knack for handling curative Materia, but it was no special feat. If no one wanted her around, she wouldn’t be there.

“You misunderstand,” she insisted. “It’s one thing to be admired, befriended or cared about. It’s not the same as being held at night when you’re all alone…”

“Alone?” Stop acting like a parrot…

“You’re all with me… but…” she picked some combined hair out of the brush in her struggle to explain it. “I’m the only Ancient. No one else hears the Planet scream like I do. It’s difficult to bear.

“I… I remember I used to cry as a kid because it was so loud and sad. But someone I sold flowers to said to me one day, ‘Kid, I love seeing you every day in this church. You’re smile makes life worth living.’ So I decided to smile, no matter what. It was like if I could make that much of a difference in one person’s life just by smiling, I could keep doing it.”

“At your own expense,” Vincent added.

Aerith smiled again, a little sadly this time. “I guess so. But you didn’t fall for it. I knew you didn’t when you shied away from me. When you let me brush your hair, without a word you told me that you understood the meaning of façade and good intention. When you desired me…” Aerith wrapped her arms around him. “You told me that I was me. I was a person—not just a smile. And the fact that you wanted me, not the happy, innocent girl I was—made me want you. Does that make sense?”

Vincent wrenched the other boot away and laid back on the bed, pulling her into him. “Perfect sense.” No resistance, no shyness. She was even bold and hasty in the rush to get out of her clothes. He wanted to slow her down, but her need it seemed was greater than his—which was eager enough as it was.

Her words had lightened his guilt perhaps, but had not eliminated it. What was left however was thrown aside with her clothing as he fumbled in the dark for flesh and sweet desire…

Fast and hard was what she was signaling she wanted and that was exactly how she came as he ravished every inch of her sex. Her arms trembled with her own weight leaning on the headboard as beneath her Vincent explored in, out and around her pussy with an aching but eager tongue. He locked her legs over his shoulders with his arms as he stimulated her clitoris, giving her all the incentive in the world to moan, squeal and squirm.

Deeming her extremely ready, he lifted her up as he sat up and positioned her to impale. A fast glance between hard breath and quaking limbs for that permission, then down she came, bringing all the promise of orgasm with the warm, slick walls of her sex closing in on his member. It made his aching jaw and sweaty muscles more than worth the trouble just to be able to fuck her almost savagely at the pace she was racing at.

Just watching her be so willing to dominate him made him want to come very badly. She was biting her lip as the blood rushed to her face, clenching her fists and squeezing her eyes shut. Oh, she was working so hard to achieve it and he wanted to be the one to give it to her. He held on for the ride, thrusting hard into her and trying not to give in so she could get to that orgasm she was laboring to reach.

When he placed his thumb over her clit to help her along, it did the trick. Her savagery tripled—which was as shocking to see as it was hot. Her nails dug into him and she literally screamed as she came. He let it all go, seeing stars in his blessed release. In the dim delirium of pleasure that washed over him, Vincent wasn’t sure if they had drifted into a slumberish state afterwards or not. Only that his thigh was very uncomfortable when his senses re-oriented themselves.

He decided that if Cloud was stupid enough to turn her down, that he couldn’t have her. Vincent doubted the blond could handle all that pent up sexual frustration that even she didn’t know she had. He would tell her when she woke. He would lay everything on the table and let her decide her own truth. She deserved no less.

Vincent gingerly moved Aerith to a more comfortable position and sighed to himself. Rejection was no stranger to him, and he braced himself for it. He would deserve it for being such a fool. But no sense in being dishonest.

It was up to her now.


End Chapter Five
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*hehe, yes that was a family guy reference back there. If Vincent were a FG character, he would definitely be Brian. Once again, sorry for the delay and all reviews (good and bad) are welcomed and appreciated! ^_^*