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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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Surely, She Ain�t Serious

Chapter 6

Barrett was dropped off, and Tifa gave her tearful goodbye. It broke Cid�s heart to see her come undone like she did. The man had, for all intensive purposes, become a surrogate father to her after the death of her dad several years back. Eventually, he departed though, leaving the ship less one person.

That done, Cid turned this ship toward Wutai and then turned the helm over to one of his crewmembers. He, in the meanwhile, busied himself with long needed repairs on the engines and maintenance checks throughout the ship. All day long, there was a nagging presence in the pit of his stomach as he wondered whether or not Tifa would come to him again. He�d gotten so damn close the night before that it had literally hurt to go without any sort of resolution, but Tifa hadn�t needed sex from him, she�d needed solace. Denying his own desires to see to her well being wasn�t something he�d even thought twice about, though. Still, he hoped that maybe she�d come around and�and well that something would happen. Anything.

"Highwind?"

He looked up from the maintenance log laid out before him on the conference table. "Hey, Vince."

The gunslinger pulled out a chair and sat across from him. He considered the pilot for a moment before speaking. "I spoke with Tifa."

"Yeah, and?" Cid shot back, being a little annoyed with this distraction from his work, which itself was a distraction from his feelings for Tifa.

The sharp retort and irritated air from the pilot slid right off Vincent�s back. "Am I to understand that I will be dropped off after everyone but Tifa?"

"Uh-huh." Cid pulled the cigarette from his lips and flicked some ashes on the floor.

"Why?"

Seeing that he wasn�t going to just be left to his work, Cid slammed close the logbook and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. "Because that�s the fuckin� plan, Sunshine."

"I would have thought you would have sought to be rid of me only second to Yuffie." Vincent rested his elbows upon the table.

Cid rolled his eyes. "What, you�re pissed �cause I didn�t just push you overboard up on deck?"

"I was just wondering�" Vincent seemed to enjoy watching Cid struggle with something. "It is out of your way to drop us off in the order you are."

The pilot nodded slowly, thinking that he knew what was going on. "You�re doing that God damned girlfriend thing."

"Girlfriend thing? Would you care to elaborate?"

He scoffed. "Yeah. You know, you�re up here fishing to see why I�m keepin� you on this heap. She probably hopes that it�s because I know she and you are buds, so I�m keepin� you here to make her happy. Once I admit that, you�ll go tell her and have a fuckin� giggle together. �Oh Tifa, Cid likes you ever so much!�"

Vincent honestly smiled. "Perhaps she put me up to it, but does that, in itself, not please you on some level?"

Cid was not about to admit in a million years that he had feelings for the girl and that he was, in fact, amused that Tifa and Vincent were conspiring in this. "Do I look like a fuckin� school girl to you?"

"Indeed you do not." Vincent stood up.

"Thank you very much." Cid flipped the logbook back open and prepared to get back to work.

Vincent turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Once there was no one around to see, Cid broke into a wide smile.

A few more hours passed and Cid went up on deck to have a cigarette before heading to bed. Tifa had made herself scarce, and he couldn�t help but wonder, even after his discussion with Vincent before, if she was avoiding him. First, he intended to only have one cigarette, but once it was gone and thrown out into the night, he lit up a second, delaying.

Then a third.

But, no one ever came up on deck and eventually, he resigned to the fact that Tifa nor anyone else was going to come to look for him. Disappointed, Cid shuffled back down below deck and to his room. Everyone else seemed to have turned in for the night, as all the doors were shut and it was quiet. After entering his room, he closed and locked the door, never bothering to turn on the light. He stripped down to his boxers on the way to his bed, before throwing himself down upon it on his back. In silence, he stared up at the ceiling above.

The idea that Tifa hadn�t come back to him was upsetting. He liked her, he really did and beyond just his undeniable physical attraction to the girl. The night before had seemed too good to be true, though, and once it had panned out as it did, well, that was just fate kicking Cid Highwind in the gut again.

Damn it, if it wasn�t almost as much of a pisser as having gotten into the rocket so many years before only to have to abort the mission within moments of take off. Nice analogy, actually. Damn it all to hell.

He was tired, but sleep refused to come. The pilot wondered what little thing that he may have done wrong�and then the possibility that it had been the alcohol that had brought her to his bed in the first place reared. That made him just curse himself for having nearly taken advantage of an intoxicated woman. Maybe it was for the best that things hadn�t gone further than they had, if that was the case.

But�was it the case? Hell, he didn�t know and now he was just miserable. Fuckin� miserable.

Just when he had resigned to the fact that there was no hope left in the world for him, came a knock at the door. Immediately, his heart began to race, in the hope that it would be Tifa. He leapt up from the bed and went toward it. Once his hand was on the lock, he froze up for a moment. There was always the possibility that it was someone else, so he lost his smile and scowled, not wanting to give whomever in the hell it might be any wrong ideas. Thusly steeled, he opened the door.

"I hope I�m not bothering you�" Tifa said, wringing her hands before her chest nervously.

Cid cracked and let his smile come right back. "No, no way. I wasn�t sleepin� or nothin�."

She produced a shy smile of her own. "I�m sorry it�s so late. I was talking to Vincent about some things, you know."

The pilot just nodded. She looked like she�d just been engrossed in some heavy conversation, so he wasn�t surprised to hear this. Tifa�s eyes were red, and hinted that she may have even been crying. "It�s okay, I don�t mind. You�you wanna come in?"

Her face lit up. "I�d really like that."

"So would I." Cid stepped aside and let her enter.
A/N-- Sorry for the lapse in updates. I�ve been�distracted� Sorry that there�s no smut in this one, but there will be more. I promise.
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