Candy Wrapper | By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
There’s more game dialogue in this chapter, just so everyone knows. I feel the need to point it out for whatever reason.
Okay, enough with the author notes!
Candy Wrapper, Chapter 8
When I awoke the next morning, I realized I still had the radio clutched in my hand…and that it was on. I felt like a complete idiot, but I had to see something. "Vincent?" I whispered.
"Good morning," came his reply. "Fell asleep with the radio still on, too?"
I laughed to myself. "I did."
"I’ve been awake for about an hour now, just listening to you breathe while sleeping." I could hear him moving around in the background.
Vincent was surprising me with nearly everything he did. To hear that he’d done such a thing was touching. "I hope I wasn’t talking in my sleep."
That quiet laugh of his could be heard. "You did no such thing. I’m going to get on my way now that I’ve had the opportunity to speak with you."
Since I knew getting to hear his voice this morning had been just a wonderful fluke, I wasn’t going to try and delay him. Besides, I knew that the faster he finished whatever it is he was doing, the sooner he would return. "All right."
"Tifa, I love you."
I smiled and sat up. "I love you, too. Soon, right?"
"Yes." Vincent clicked his radio off and static came over the air.
I was a little disappointed, but at least I’d heard his voice and knew that he was all right. I felt color come to my cheeks when I thought about what he’d done the night before, but I shook those thoughts off. It would do me no good to get worked up and frustrated when Vincent was that far away.
I spent the day mulling about the airship. Cloud was either avoiding me or elsewhere. I had no real idea and I wasn’t compelled to look for him. Part of me figured that he needed this time to himself. He was still mourning Aeris’ death in his own way, and I figured that when he wanted to talk again, he’d show up.
And eventually, he did just that.
"Tifa?"
I was up on deck staring out over the railing, hoping on some level that I’d spot Vincent on his return. I turned around, seeing Cloud behind me. "What’s up?"
"I thought maybe you’d like to go watch the sunset again tonight." He gave me that innocent smile of his-- a smile that I hadn’t seen much of over the past several weeks.
Nodding, I gave my response. "Yeah, that sounds good."
We’d gone down to the hilltop we’d been on the night before. There was a cold wind blowing and I found myself shivering a little. Cloud had noticed and scooted to be right beside me as we rested back against an outcropping of rock.
That night we talked a lot more, and I told Cloud that even if no one came back to the ship that I would follow him into the fight. I knew that this wouldn’t happen though, since Vincent, at least, was going to return.
The conversation then turned to the time we’d been pulled into the Lifestream together. I confessed to Cloud that the only thing that kept me from completely panicking during that horrible event was the fact I could hear him calling for me. Even though we were no longer in love with each other, we still had a deep bond.
This led Cloud to reaffirm his old promise to come and help me if I ever needed it. It was touching, but like most promises, I knew it was something just said casually.
The sun eventually dipped below the horizon and we remained outside. In our exhaustion, our talk became pathetically sappy. That tends to happen to both Cloud and myself when we’re tired. We get weird, we always have.
Weird, sappy, or otherwise, we just kept it friendly. Other than to put his arm around my shoulders to help ward off the cold, Cloud made no attempts to put his old moves on me. It was good to be with him like this, but I missed Vincent.
I missed him terribly.
I felt Cloud shaking me gently, and he whispered, "It’s almost dawn."
"Huh?" I cracked open my eyes, looking over at him. I hadn’t intended to fall asleep out there with him like that, but what was done was done.
He laughed. "Sorry, did I wake you? It’s almost dawn, Tifa."
I was still incredibly tired and reluctant to move, knowing that when I did so, I would probably be as sore as all get out. I was still a little incoherent, thanks to my grogginess. "Good morning, Cloud. Give me a little longer, just a little bit longer. This day will never come again, so let me have this moment."
Cloud gave me a sad smile. "Yeah, okay. This is probably the last time we’ll have together."
It wasn’t too much later when he shook me awake again. I looked over at him.
He got up and stretched. "We’d better go."
The fact that he was willing for us to take off already made me unhappy. I wasn’t ready to go, Vincent still hadn’t come back. "But, I still…"
He helped me to my feet. "It’s all right, Tifa. You said so yourself yesterday. At least we don’t have to go alone."
"Yes…that’s right." I had told him I would go, even if the others hadn’t returned. I figured that once inside the airship again that I could slip off to my room and radio Vincent to see where he was. Hopefully, he would tell me he was on his way and I’d get Cloud to wait.
Cloud gave me a grin. "Okay, let’s go."
We’d gotten back onto the airship and made our way to the bridge. I looked around, once more feeling the loneliness of the vacant craft press in on me. "This airship is too big for just the two of us. It’s a little lonely without everyone."
Cloud put his hands on his hips. "It’ll be okay. I’ll make a big enough ruckus for everyone. Besides, I’m the pilot. No more flying around casually like before. We won’t have time to feel lonely."
I was going to protest just leaving immediately since I really did want to try and get in contact with Vincent, but I felt the airship lurch beneath us. "Huh?"
"It’s moving." I heard Cloud announce the arrival of two of our teammates. "Barrett! Cid!"
I spun, seeing the two men walk over toward us. If they were here then there was hope, but then again, the airship was already moving and if Vincent wasn’t here already…then I knew we’d lost him.
Nanaki then appeared, and they began bantering together.
As thrilled as I was that these three were here, I was heartsick. The fact that I was upset over Vincent not being here was soon made a whole lot worse as Cid and Nanaki began insinuating that Cloud and I had been doing something together while sitting outside. I flared with anger. "Were you watching?"
Vincent then dropped down from the hatch that allowed sunlight from the upper deck onto the bridge. He glanced over at me, not looking particularly thrilled. I wondered if he’d just heard the taunts of the others, and if he’d given them any credibility.
Cloud was startled when Vincent landed heavily behind him and he spun around. "Vincent!"
He locked into Cloud’s gaze, his red eyes narrowed and without humor. "Why such a puzzled look? You don’t want me to come?"
Cloud suddenly seemed very uncomfortable and he backed away a few steps. "No, it’s just that you’re always so cold. I thought you didn’t care what was happening."
Vincent glanced over at me before training his gaze upon Cloud again. "Cold? I guess that’s just how I am, sorry."
After that, Cait Sith and Yuffie arrived and the conversation between everyone on the bridge became more animated, but Vincent and I were both silent. I found myself staring at him from where I was standing, his red eyes fixed on me in return. I needed to know what was on his mind and I walked off of the bridge, hoping that he would follow.
I managed to get a fair distance from the bridge in the corridor when I heard Cid yelling as he stood at the helm. Suddenly, the ship rocked violently and I stumbled, almost falling but I caught myself. This was short lived, however, as the ship suddenly began to accelerate wildly and I lost my footing again and I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact against the steel floor, but my descent was gently halted and I found myself swept up into someone’s arms.
I forced my eyes open, shocked that I hadn’t hit the floor. When I realized that I was looking into Vincent’s face as he held me to his chest, I felt tears come up. I threw my arms around his neck, and buried my face against him, crying. "I…I thought you’d missed the ship."
Vincent started walking, still carrying me. His voice was flat and without emotion. "I said that I would return and that is what I did."
I didn’t exactly like his tone and I grew worried. I lifted my face up to look at him. "Vincent?"
He stopped walking and set me upon my feet. Vincent looked at me, his eyes slightly narrowed in anticipation of my question.
I looked back, noticing that he’d brought me before my door. I turned my eyes back to him, knitting my brow. "Are you mad?"
Vincent looked past me and at my door. "Let’s go inside before we have this discussion."
I felt like I needed to humor him and I reached behind me, opening the door. I stepped inside and went over to sit on the edge of my bed.
Vincent came over and sat opposite to me on Aeris’ bed. His gaze was locked with mine with some steady intent.
Instinctively, I reached down and pulled out some candy bars. I held one out to him, but instead of taking it as I’d assumed he would do, he just gently placed his right hand upon my wrist and pushed my arm away.
Now, I was terrified. "Vincent? What’s wrong?"
Vincent closed his eyes for a second, and took a deep breath. "Did anything actually happen between Cloud and yourself, or were they being…juvenile?"
I shook my head. "No, Vincent! Nothing happened between Cloud and I, other than we talked."
"Last night I attempted to radio you again, but you didn’t respond." Vincent looked away from me. "I knew that if you were in your room that you would answer, but you never did. I suppose that I feared that perhaps you and Cloud had done more than work through your friendship issues. Then, when I heard Red of all people…er, things…joking with Cid and Barrett about seeing Cloud and you…"
I honestly laughed. "No! I don’t know what got into them, but I assure you, it wasn’t based on anything that they saw. I didn’t come back here last night. Cloud and I were on the ground below the ship. We’d watched the sunset the night before and then I fell asleep. That was it."
"I have no choice but to believe you." Vincent was obviously uncomfortable, to the point of drawing his left arm back up under his cloak.
The fact that he still wasn’t looking at me hurt. "Vincent! I wouldn’t do anything with him! You have to believe me!"
"I do believe you, Tifa." He closed his eyes again. "I’m…I’m just ashamed of myself for allowing my mind to entertain the thought that you might have…done something with Cloud. I feel like I’ve betrayed you by letting that idea, if even just for a few minutes, linger in my mind."
I got up from my bed and knelt before him, placing my hands upon his knees. "Vincent, don’t…"
His crimson eyes made their appearance again, looking needfully into my own. He touched the side of my face with his right hand. "I must never doubt you."
"It’s a normal human thing to do, Vincent." I couldn’t fault the guy for having been suspicious for a while. I mean, I knew that Cloud and I being left alone for two days had looked…bad.
His fingers brushed against my cheek before falling away. "I’m becoming less human all the time…"
At that point, I launched myself up from the floor and against Vincent, knocking him back onto the bed. I’d heard him make that particular statement before under his breath, and I couldn’t bear to hear the way he sounded and looked when he did so.
Vincent’s eyes went wide as I laid on top of him, looking down into his face.
I gave him a smile as I let my fingers move upward to undo the buckles to his cloak. "Vincent, you’re more human than anyone I think I know."
He remained fixed in my gaze, his expression still uneasy. I knew he was doubting the validity of this statement in his mind. Once again, he needed more reassurance.
When I got his cloak undone, I pushed it open and away from his face. This done, I went ahead and kissed him, and as I did so, the true depth of how much I’d missed him flooded in on me, and tears once more came to my eyes.
Vincent apparently noticed the dampness upon my cheeks and he pushed me back. "Tifa?"
"I missed you, Vincent. Cloud wanted us to take off and you weren’t back yet and then the airship started moving and I thought…" I found it impossible to finish.
"I would have followed." Vincent’s eyes narrowed. "I would have kept my word."
"I know, I was just scared, that’s all. And I’m really sorry for not making it back to my room last night. I didn’t mean to worry you." I offered him a smile.
"Think nothing of it. We are here together now. Let’s make the most of it. It won’t be long until we reach our destination and…" Vincent frowned slightly, allowing his words to trail off.
Suddenly, I was hit with a thought. Vincent didn’t believe that he was going to survive the fight. "And that will what? I say we go there, get our job done and then run the hell out of there so we can get on with our lives, okay?"
Vincent produced the most pathetic smile that I’d ever seen in my life and I didn’t know what else to do other than to kiss him once more. His lips parted to me and I delved into his mouth. In return, Vincent’s arms snaked around me, holding me against him. I let my legs fall to either side of him as I felt him rock his hips slightly beneath me.
I pulled back and put my hands upon his shoulders, gazing down at him. His eyes were already darkened with passion, and looking back at me with some distant hope.
Vincent’s lips were slightly parted, signaling that he hadn’t been ready for me to pull away from him yet. "Tifa, I missed you, too."
I made quick work of the remaining buckles on his cloak and had it resting behind him on the bed. I also pulled the fabric strip from his hair and tossed that over onto the floor.
Vincent’s lips finally relented and a faint smile made its presence known. He just lay there for the time being, seeming to enjoy the fact that I was relieving him of his outfit.
I got his shirt untucked and unbuttoned, and I ran my hands down his chest, letting them come to a rest right above the waist of his pants. "I still can’t believe you’re here with me…like this. I never dared to think that I would get much more than a few words from you."
He finally moved, but just to put his hands upon my hips as I continued to straddle him. The heat from his left hand was intense, even through the fabric of my skirt. "Then you underestimated your effect upon me."
I cocked an eyebrow as he pushed up beneath me again, causing me to feel that he was aroused. "I’m seeing that I’m having some sort of effect on you now."
Vincent nearly laughed, and raised his eyebrows in response. "Indeed you are."
I loved him. I loved him so much that it actually hurt. I stared down into those eyes, feeling like I was the luckiest person in the world to have gotten this close to him. "Vincent…"
He just blinked back at me, some color coming into his cheeks as his physical state got the better of him.
"I…I want you." I still felt strange making this request, even though we’d been together once before.
I actually saw his eyes dilate wildly as he processed my words. He took a quick breath, and then replied quietly, "And I you."
Knowing that I had his consent, I moved back slightly and undid his belts and the waist to his pants. I reached inside, instantly appreciating how ready he was. Within a few seconds, I had the waist to his boxers pushed down enough to expose him.
Vincent continued to just look into my eyes, with his hands upon my hips. I guess he really didn’t know what all he was supposed to do in the position we were currently in, but he seemed content to let me take the lead this time.
With as worked up as I’d gotten the other day listening to him on the radio and the several times since then that I’d thought about that and our last encounter, I didn’t really need any preparation. I was just as ready as he was and I decided to do things a little differently. Since I didn’t want to get off of him in order to strip, I just reached down beneath my skirt, and with one hand, held my underwear to the side and used the other to take hold of Vincent. I slowly lowered myself down upon him, loving the way he caught his breath, closed his eyes, and threw his head back as I did so.
I remained still for a while, reveling in the sensation of him being completely enveloped within me. We may have only been together like this once before, but there was already something naturally familiar about his body being with mine. I allowed myself to fall forward, placing my hands upon the bed on either side of his head.
The slight movement that I made while doing this made Vincent gasp and his eyes opened up again. His right hand moved upward and under my shirt. Vincent’s hand grazed over my chest, and to reward his touch, I began to carefully move upon him, eliciting groans from him each time I lowered down. I was able to appreciate fairly quickly that the contact I needed between us in order for me to actually climax wasn’t happening in this position, but the way I seemed to be driving Vincent mad made it worth it. This went on for what seemed like a long time.
"Tifa…you have to stop…" he whispered out, placing both of his hands upon my hips once more, halting my motions.
"Why?" I stared down into his eyes. How he could want me to stop something he was so clearly enjoying confused me.
"You’ve not…" Vincent was obviously not completely comfortable talking about the situation. "I don’t want to finish until after you have. Besides…this is Aeris’ bed…"
That he cared that much about my satisfaction impressed me. Then again, even if I didn’t climax, I still would have been happy to have done this for him. However, I was in need of release. I just stared down at Vincent, waiting for him to make the next move.
He gently pushed me to the side and then got up from the bed. Vincent let his shirt slide from his shoulders and to the floor. He then extended his right hand toward me and I took it. Quickly, Vincent pulled me from the bed and over to the wall between Aeris’ bed and what had been her locker. I found myself pushed against the wall, and Vincent kissed me again, while his hands reached under my skirt and quickly pulled away my underwear. That done, he showed me exactly how strong his left arm was. In one swift motion, he lifted me up with it, so that I was sitting cradled against the wall, the metal talons that graced his fingers pressing gently into the side of left thigh.
Having me supported like this, Vincent drove into me again, now able to create as much friction as he needed between us for me to start crying out. Within minutes of having him make love to me while suspending me with my back to the wall, I felt control slip away. My arms were around his neck and I held him close. I couldn’t help myself from biting him below the ear as I stifled the scream of my climax.
Vincent seemed to like this-- a lot. "Tifa…do that again…harder…"
I wasn’t too sure about it, but I opted to oblige him. After I caught my breath, I traced out a new spot upon his neck with the tip of my tongue, before driving my teeth against his skin, this time with more force.
Vincent produced an animalistic growl at this and I felt something graze against my arms, which I’d now slipped behind his shoulders. Out of my curiosity, I opened my eyes, and what I saw shocked me.
I’d heard Cid and Cloud both talk about what happened to Vincent under extreme duress. They had described his transformation into the Chaos demon to me in graphic detail, but I’d never seen it for myself. He had only done it three times, and each of those times had taken place when he was in a combat party that I wasn’t in.
Now, I was looking right at the wings that they’d told me he possessed as the demon. Afraid, I moved back to look at his face, hoping that it would still be Vincent. To my relief, it was.
He looked into my eyes, searching for my reaction. Vincent clearly knew that his wings had made their appearance, but he was still in complete control of himself. I could see that he wanted my approval and he stopped thrusting, awaiting my verdict.
I placed my hands upon the sides of his face. "Vincent? Are you all right?"
"I can control it still." His expression turned to one of shame. Obviously, he hadn’t completely intended for his wings to deploy, but he’d gotten caught up in the moment and now they were here. "I…can make them go away again…"
I shook my head. "No. Vincent, if this is a part of you, then I accept it."
Vincent didn’t yet seem completely convinced. He made one weak thrust as he continued to debate what to do.
I put my lips close to his ear. "They…they’re kind of sexy, Vincent. I want you to keep going…I want to feel you …"
I heard him growl and he started to move again, making me groan softly in return. Vincent’s right hand trailed up the side of my body and around the back of my neck. He now whispered in my ear. "You want to feel me what?"
Vincent wanted me to tell him exactly. I felt the flush upon my cheeks deepen. "Come."
A deeper growl came from him and his wings extended behind his back a little while his thrusts became more forceful. He begged me to bite him once more and I did, almost hard enough to break the skin. This was more than he could take. When he finally climaxed, he cried out and his wings shuddered behind him, as the sensation ran through every part of his body.
He panted and rested his head between my neck and shoulder for a few moments. I closed my eyes, burning the moment into my memory and when I opened them again, I saw that his wings were gone.
Finally, he set me upon the ground and took a step back. His gaze locked into my own, and I knew what he was looking for. "I told you that I was a freak and a monster."
I gave him a smile. "I love you, Vincent, that means all of you and everything about you."
"I thought you’d…be frightened. It almost happened the last time, but I was able to suppress it." He got his pants back in order.
I went forward and put my arms around him. "Do whatever you have to, Vincent. Anything that you do is all right with me."
I felt him relax in my arms. I knew my words had struck pay dirt. "Tifa…I will never be able to let you know how much you’ve done for me. I love you."
Well, I guess that’s a little better than just ‘Thank you’, I thought bemusedly to myself. "I love you, too, Vincent. Everything about you. Everything."
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo