Goodnight Kiss
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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44
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No Tears; No Sympathy
*Now that the site is semi-operational, I can wrap this up ^_^ Got a few projects in the air now that finals are over, including a possible joint fic with WhatTimesAreIt (maybe… if we can both get our asses in gear haha), so keep your eye out for it ^_^*
&Recommended listening: VNV Nation: “Epicenter”, FF8 Soundtrack: “Drifting” or Chrono Cross: “People Imprisoned by Destiny,” and Cell Dwellers: “Welcome to the End.”&
Goodnight Kiss
Chapter Eight
No Tears; No Sympathy
“How is he?”
“Cure helped, but he’s still out. Vincent hurt him pretty bad…”
“Yeah, but Cloud could have killed you if he hadn’t changed when he did. Who knows what Sephiroth would have made him do!”
“This is my fault…”
“Don’t say that Aerith. Neither of them could have controlled their actions.”
“…Thanks Red. Thanks Tif.”
“Still, I wonder why or how Vincent was the first on the scene. His silence makes me question his loyalty sometimes.”
An uncomfortable silence. Tifa cleared her throat. Why she chose to say nothing was a mystery to Vincent… what had she and Aerith gossiped about in his absence? What did Tifa think about him contaminating the most beloved of their party?
Vincent finally pulled himself to the surface of consciousness from a deep sleep, then to awareness and the ability to open his eyes. They had been talking about him. Aerith, Tifa and the unmistakable growl of Red XIII. Where were they? It was dark out, with a purplish twilight fog hanging about the window. Fresh rain… gravel… Mako…
Gongaga, he concluded as the door swung open.
Aerith’s arms slipped into place and the memories came back. Cloud’s screaming face, arms and weapons yanking the demon away… blood… She should be furious with him… they all should be. And yet here she was, stealing comfort from a secret embrace and letting him feel the softness of her hair and skin.
“I didn’t intend—”
“I know.”
“The others—”
“Forgive you. I would be dead if it weren’t for you. It would have been too soon…” Aerith assured, breathing in Vincent’s scent deeply. Vincent pulled her out of his chest and to his face, treasuring just the tip of their noses making contact. A black eye. A scabbed and swollen lip. Bruises. His blood boiled, but it wasn’t Cloud he should be hating. But to hate Lucrecia’s baby…? “I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to you,” Aerith said quietly after a moment.
Leave?
“So… so I want you not to be mad at Cloud. And tell Tifa I’m sorry—”
“Where are you going?” Vincent interrupted.
Aerith thought about this. “I’m not sure. I know where about it is… and what it looks like… but I’ve never been there. I feel it. I… I think I’m going to the Promised Land.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Aerith smiled at his refusal. “You’ll understand someday. But I’m not leaving you. So… don’t be sad, alright?”
“Stop it,” Vincent ordered firmly. “I won’t let you. Not alone.”
“Please, Vincent. I need to go before Cloud wakes up, or I’ll miss my chance,” Aerith pleaded. She squeezed the hand that was clenching her dress, holding her back. “Please let go.”
I can’t… Vincent shook his head, wondering how to at least get her to take somebody with her without truly forcing the issue upon her. At least delay her long enough so there would be time for Tifa or Cloud to pick up on her plans to abandon them.
“Please don’t make this harder than it already is…” Aerith whispered. An overwhelming urge overtook Vincent, and though he hesitated to act on it, it proved delicious. With women, it was hard for him to exert dominance for fear of hurting them or scaring them away. Especially now, with Aerith. But he devoured her lips anyway, a clench forming in his stomach for not asking in some form first.
He underestimated himself and his influence. She melted as fast as he usually did for her, a captive to his lustful onslaught. A new fire spread throughout him with this uneasy and exhilarating control. Uneasy but ecstatically erotic. He threw her back onto the bed face down and threw her dress up. He prayed she wouldn’t ask him to stop—his hard on was throbbing but he couldn’t deny Aerith much, even at his own expense.
She didn’t. She couldn’t as Vincent snaked his way into her crevice with his tongue. Her whole body was shaking—never had Vincent been so fierce and the result was raw excitement. Unable to see his next move, she only clenched the sheets and pillows before her, muffling her cries of elation.
Vincent—completely consumed by the fury of his desire—penetrated quickly and savagely. It was animalistic fucking, not even close to the tame lovemaking he had grown to drag himself through each day for. No restraint and no tenderness backed each thrust and only encouragement was met by Aerith, who seemed to enjoy being dominated even more than Vincent’s unsteady but blooming desire to dominate.
He pushed as deep as he could inside of her then pulled out of her soaking sex to catch his breath, resting his erection just outside the entrance of her ass. She made a meek gasp, as if she were expecting something more. Vincent only took a moment to consider and internally shrugged. They’d gone this far, and he would do anything to keep her here, in this bed with him for as long as he possibly could.
He pushed the head in ever so slightly, to meet a fierce resistance… or maybe she was just so damn tight. He reached around to press her clitoris firmly to show that this was just as much for her as it was for him. “Relax,” he ordered smoothly—the calm was unusual, but not questionable at the moment. She did not tell him no. She did not squirm away. In fact the mere prospect of him taking her most private orphus seemed to make her wetter still. With a quiver and a mere twitch Vincent’s hand was sticky with her eagerness. Relaxation came instantly.
He slowly impaled, taking her breath as cues for when to stop and when to push ahead. She was so tight and all she did was come repeatedly as he embedded himself firmly in her virgin passage. As soon as he started to cause friction it was obvious that though it was sending ripples of pleasure through him, Aerith was in pain. To distract her from this he started to stimulate once again, rubbing all of her desire deep into that sensitive little nub sitting neatly under the ever-so-barely-there hair. Pain forgotten, she moved in concert with his ministrations, wresting a moan from him as she cried out in pleasure. She was shaking in her lust and it was causing her to clamp down on his hard on, so deep and sweetly frictional in her tight little hole…the pleasure was building to a point where it was almost unbearable… it was so good, so good…!
Vincent let a curse slip through his lips as the fire inside of him went off without his consent, cradling Aerith back to the bed in her tingling orgasm. They stayed for a moment, and as Vincent admitted himself back to reality, he hoped that Aerith had simply been swept off to sleep as she came. Alas, she stirred, rolled and smiled sadly. Adjusting himself, Vincent merely sat back and idly rubbed her toes with his thumb. Was it enough to convince her not to leave? If it wasn’t, did he stall her long enough?
She was still crying, but no longer from the carnal pleasure that he had inflicted upon her. Vincent squeezed her foot to inquire. “This is goodbye…”
“No,” he told her again, getting up to fetch his cloak. If she was going to pull a crazy stunt, he’d be damned if he’d let her do it alone.
“Vincent, you can’t—”
“I will.”
“I won’t let you!”
“Stop me,” he challenged, blocking the door with his claw. Damn you for loving her, you fool! How he wished he didn’t need her or felt that awful pit widen in his heart at the thought of separation.
Aerith’s lip sort of jutted out in stubbornness, heartbreak in her eyes.
“I’m sorry!” she cried, whipping a green Materia orb out of nowhere. Too slow… Stars flashed in from of his eyes and a fog swept over his vision. His knees buckled and he desperately reached for Aerith, trying to stop her though he couldn’t through the cloud of sleep overcoming him.
She leaned over him, cradling him close as she cried. “I wish we could…” her distant voice whispered. Then the floor swallowed Vincent in the thrall of Materia induced slumber.
He was chasing after a pink ribbon that he just couldn’t catch. There were people—dozens or hundreds of people, all with faces he knew, moving, dancing, talking, and shouting… It was a moment before he realized that there was music blaring. It was so loud he could feel the vibration in his teeth. A rave. Like the ones he went to as a teen, deluded with the illusion of knowing everything. The song was eerily akin to him, a purposeful element in this sweet slumber she had inflicted, he was sure.
I asked myself, was I content
With the world that I once cherished?
Did it bring me to this darkened place
To contemplate
My perfect future…?
“Aerith!” Vincent shouted over the noise, weaving through the stubborn mass of clubbers. Blue suit, short hair… why was he here as a Turk? “Aerith, you have to tell me!”
I’m so sorry if these seething words I say
Impress on you
That I’ve become anathema of my soul…!
“Tell you what?”
Vincent whipped around, but only saw her in his peripheral—a flash of pink in the thrall. He started to push and shove people away. “Tell me why, Aerith! Why would you sacrifice yourself to a world that has given you nothing in return!?”
I can’t say that you’re losing me
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
But I know where this is leading
No tears
No sympathy…
At last he caught up to her, and in a sea of dancing bodies he embraced her, shielding her from all that was unclean about himself—his life, his past and his sins. “Why would you do that to yourself; why would you do that to me?!”
Gracefully; Respectfully
I ask you, please don’t worry, not for me
Don’t turn your back
Don’t turn away…!
“Answer me!”
Aerith smiled one last time. “For you. For everyone.”
Please, no tears
No sympathy…
“I would never ask you to do such a thing!”
“I know.”
No tears for me…
No sympathy…
Vincent started awake, music still echoing in his ears. He shielded his eyes from the dawn and shook his hair from his face. He rose from the floor, feeling hollow once more.
She was gone.
End of Chapter Seven
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*/cries oh man, we all know what happens next… I can’t bear to write it! ^hides^ one last chapter and an epilogue of course… or maybe more, I haven’t decided ^contemplates a sequel about poor Vince…^ we’ll see how summer semester goes…I LIVE OFF OF YOUR REVIEWS! WOOO LEAVE EM!*
&Recommended listening: VNV Nation: “Epicenter”, FF8 Soundtrack: “Drifting” or Chrono Cross: “People Imprisoned by Destiny,” and Cell Dwellers: “Welcome to the End.”&
Goodnight Kiss
Chapter Eight
No Tears; No Sympathy
“How is he?”
“Cure helped, but he’s still out. Vincent hurt him pretty bad…”
“Yeah, but Cloud could have killed you if he hadn’t changed when he did. Who knows what Sephiroth would have made him do!”
“This is my fault…”
“Don’t say that Aerith. Neither of them could have controlled their actions.”
“…Thanks Red. Thanks Tif.”
“Still, I wonder why or how Vincent was the first on the scene. His silence makes me question his loyalty sometimes.”
An uncomfortable silence. Tifa cleared her throat. Why she chose to say nothing was a mystery to Vincent… what had she and Aerith gossiped about in his absence? What did Tifa think about him contaminating the most beloved of their party?
Vincent finally pulled himself to the surface of consciousness from a deep sleep, then to awareness and the ability to open his eyes. They had been talking about him. Aerith, Tifa and the unmistakable growl of Red XIII. Where were they? It was dark out, with a purplish twilight fog hanging about the window. Fresh rain… gravel… Mako…
Gongaga, he concluded as the door swung open.
Aerith’s arms slipped into place and the memories came back. Cloud’s screaming face, arms and weapons yanking the demon away… blood… She should be furious with him… they all should be. And yet here she was, stealing comfort from a secret embrace and letting him feel the softness of her hair and skin.
“I didn’t intend—”
“I know.”
“The others—”
“Forgive you. I would be dead if it weren’t for you. It would have been too soon…” Aerith assured, breathing in Vincent’s scent deeply. Vincent pulled her out of his chest and to his face, treasuring just the tip of their noses making contact. A black eye. A scabbed and swollen lip. Bruises. His blood boiled, but it wasn’t Cloud he should be hating. But to hate Lucrecia’s baby…? “I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to you,” Aerith said quietly after a moment.
Leave?
“So… so I want you not to be mad at Cloud. And tell Tifa I’m sorry—”
“Where are you going?” Vincent interrupted.
Aerith thought about this. “I’m not sure. I know where about it is… and what it looks like… but I’ve never been there. I feel it. I… I think I’m going to the Promised Land.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Aerith smiled at his refusal. “You’ll understand someday. But I’m not leaving you. So… don’t be sad, alright?”
“Stop it,” Vincent ordered firmly. “I won’t let you. Not alone.”
“Please, Vincent. I need to go before Cloud wakes up, or I’ll miss my chance,” Aerith pleaded. She squeezed the hand that was clenching her dress, holding her back. “Please let go.”
I can’t… Vincent shook his head, wondering how to at least get her to take somebody with her without truly forcing the issue upon her. At least delay her long enough so there would be time for Tifa or Cloud to pick up on her plans to abandon them.
“Please don’t make this harder than it already is…” Aerith whispered. An overwhelming urge overtook Vincent, and though he hesitated to act on it, it proved delicious. With women, it was hard for him to exert dominance for fear of hurting them or scaring them away. Especially now, with Aerith. But he devoured her lips anyway, a clench forming in his stomach for not asking in some form first.
He underestimated himself and his influence. She melted as fast as he usually did for her, a captive to his lustful onslaught. A new fire spread throughout him with this uneasy and exhilarating control. Uneasy but ecstatically erotic. He threw her back onto the bed face down and threw her dress up. He prayed she wouldn’t ask him to stop—his hard on was throbbing but he couldn’t deny Aerith much, even at his own expense.
She didn’t. She couldn’t as Vincent snaked his way into her crevice with his tongue. Her whole body was shaking—never had Vincent been so fierce and the result was raw excitement. Unable to see his next move, she only clenched the sheets and pillows before her, muffling her cries of elation.
Vincent—completely consumed by the fury of his desire—penetrated quickly and savagely. It was animalistic fucking, not even close to the tame lovemaking he had grown to drag himself through each day for. No restraint and no tenderness backed each thrust and only encouragement was met by Aerith, who seemed to enjoy being dominated even more than Vincent’s unsteady but blooming desire to dominate.
He pushed as deep as he could inside of her then pulled out of her soaking sex to catch his breath, resting his erection just outside the entrance of her ass. She made a meek gasp, as if she were expecting something more. Vincent only took a moment to consider and internally shrugged. They’d gone this far, and he would do anything to keep her here, in this bed with him for as long as he possibly could.
He pushed the head in ever so slightly, to meet a fierce resistance… or maybe she was just so damn tight. He reached around to press her clitoris firmly to show that this was just as much for her as it was for him. “Relax,” he ordered smoothly—the calm was unusual, but not questionable at the moment. She did not tell him no. She did not squirm away. In fact the mere prospect of him taking her most private orphus seemed to make her wetter still. With a quiver and a mere twitch Vincent’s hand was sticky with her eagerness. Relaxation came instantly.
He slowly impaled, taking her breath as cues for when to stop and when to push ahead. She was so tight and all she did was come repeatedly as he embedded himself firmly in her virgin passage. As soon as he started to cause friction it was obvious that though it was sending ripples of pleasure through him, Aerith was in pain. To distract her from this he started to stimulate once again, rubbing all of her desire deep into that sensitive little nub sitting neatly under the ever-so-barely-there hair. Pain forgotten, she moved in concert with his ministrations, wresting a moan from him as she cried out in pleasure. She was shaking in her lust and it was causing her to clamp down on his hard on, so deep and sweetly frictional in her tight little hole…the pleasure was building to a point where it was almost unbearable… it was so good, so good…!
Vincent let a curse slip through his lips as the fire inside of him went off without his consent, cradling Aerith back to the bed in her tingling orgasm. They stayed for a moment, and as Vincent admitted himself back to reality, he hoped that Aerith had simply been swept off to sleep as she came. Alas, she stirred, rolled and smiled sadly. Adjusting himself, Vincent merely sat back and idly rubbed her toes with his thumb. Was it enough to convince her not to leave? If it wasn’t, did he stall her long enough?
She was still crying, but no longer from the carnal pleasure that he had inflicted upon her. Vincent squeezed her foot to inquire. “This is goodbye…”
“No,” he told her again, getting up to fetch his cloak. If she was going to pull a crazy stunt, he’d be damned if he’d let her do it alone.
“Vincent, you can’t—”
“I will.”
“I won’t let you!”
“Stop me,” he challenged, blocking the door with his claw. Damn you for loving her, you fool! How he wished he didn’t need her or felt that awful pit widen in his heart at the thought of separation.
Aerith’s lip sort of jutted out in stubbornness, heartbreak in her eyes.
“I’m sorry!” she cried, whipping a green Materia orb out of nowhere. Too slow… Stars flashed in from of his eyes and a fog swept over his vision. His knees buckled and he desperately reached for Aerith, trying to stop her though he couldn’t through the cloud of sleep overcoming him.
She leaned over him, cradling him close as she cried. “I wish we could…” her distant voice whispered. Then the floor swallowed Vincent in the thrall of Materia induced slumber.
He was chasing after a pink ribbon that he just couldn’t catch. There were people—dozens or hundreds of people, all with faces he knew, moving, dancing, talking, and shouting… It was a moment before he realized that there was music blaring. It was so loud he could feel the vibration in his teeth. A rave. Like the ones he went to as a teen, deluded with the illusion of knowing everything. The song was eerily akin to him, a purposeful element in this sweet slumber she had inflicted, he was sure.
I asked myself, was I content
With the world that I once cherished?
Did it bring me to this darkened place
To contemplate
My perfect future…?
“Aerith!” Vincent shouted over the noise, weaving through the stubborn mass of clubbers. Blue suit, short hair… why was he here as a Turk? “Aerith, you have to tell me!”
I’m so sorry if these seething words I say
Impress on you
That I’ve become anathema of my soul…!
“Tell you what?”
Vincent whipped around, but only saw her in his peripheral—a flash of pink in the thrall. He started to push and shove people away. “Tell me why, Aerith! Why would you sacrifice yourself to a world that has given you nothing in return!?”
I can’t say that you’re losing me
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
But I know where this is leading
No tears
No sympathy…
At last he caught up to her, and in a sea of dancing bodies he embraced her, shielding her from all that was unclean about himself—his life, his past and his sins. “Why would you do that to yourself; why would you do that to me?!”
Gracefully; Respectfully
I ask you, please don’t worry, not for me
Don’t turn your back
Don’t turn away…!
“Answer me!”
Aerith smiled one last time. “For you. For everyone.”
Please, no tears
No sympathy…
“I would never ask you to do such a thing!”
“I know.”
No tears for me…
No sympathy…
Vincent started awake, music still echoing in his ears. He shielded his eyes from the dawn and shook his hair from his face. He rose from the floor, feeling hollow once more.
She was gone.
End of Chapter Seven
**************************************************
*/cries oh man, we all know what happens next… I can’t bear to write it! ^hides^ one last chapter and an epilogue of course… or maybe more, I haven’t decided ^contemplates a sequel about poor Vince…^ we’ll see how summer semester goes…I LIVE OFF OF YOUR REVIEWS! WOOO LEAVE EM!*