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kinkfest2010-07-07 10:26 pm
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Little Gifts (Final Fantasy VII; Vincent/Yuffie; PG-13)
Title: Little Gifts
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Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sex.
Word count: 549
Summary: It's a smile like sunshine and the feel of cool, slender fingers sliding across his warm skin.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie: seduction— Yuffie kept proving that she wasn’t as innocent as she looked.
It's a smile like sunshine and the feel of cool, slender fingers sliding across his warm skin; a careful thief's touch against his hip, somehow managing to bypass his belt and tucked-in-shirt without anyone noticing.
He doesn't flinch because he's been trained not to. He doesn't glare because she's slipping back into the crowd of the Seventh Heaven with a wink and he's finding a discreet way to cover the his lap with his cloak (the one that she takes so much glee in teasing him about).
He spends the rest of the night trying not to think about her hands until Cid asks him if he's had too much. The glazed, distant look in his eyes is decidely not alcohol, but it gives him a reason to escape to his room and a little privacy.
When she comes to his room, he pretends he wasn't hoping she would and she explains with her hands and her mouth and her warm, warm body that she knows he's lying.
She happily tears at the meticulously folded paper that had been wrapped around the gift Tifa gave her. She opens gifts with more gleeful fervor than Marlene ever has.
Her eighteenth birthday and she's still a petite little thing with too much energy and smile like light and life and the warm, mischievous spark in her eyes.
She doesn't wait for him to give her his gift, she comes up behind him and reaches for the little package, arms over his shoulders. He could stretch out his arms and hold it out of her reach but he doesn't play those games, though Yuffie would play along if he did.
She's playing a different game now, her arms slide down around his elbows, her head rests on his shoulder, her body presses against his back. He clears his throat but she ignores the message; breath warm against his neck, the delicate feel of her lips just barely brushing his skin, and asks if he would deny her a birthday hug in a scandalously deceptive voice.
The others think she's just teasing like she always does. He pulls the cape more tightly around him and thinks they just don't know how right they are.
He's reading when she comes in, looking younger than ever in her oversized pajamas, her hands lost in too long sleeves. She's placid when she smiles at him, padding carefully over to his chair and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
He lets her crawl into his lap, expecting questions about his book or for her to relax and fall asleep. Nights like this are some of the very rare occasions when she doesn't seem to have boundless energy.
She's quiet, believing her breathing will even out shortly and he'll need to carry her to bed, he goes back to his book to pass the time.
The first kiss against his jaw could be a gentle good night kiss.
The second could be, too.
The third is pressed to the corner of his mouth and she's moving to straddle his lap.
She'd told him the first time she'd done this that it was just a different type of "good night" kiss.
He puts his book down, so he can rest his hands on her hips, thinking she was ridiculous and right.
Author/Artist:
leviathanmirrorRating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sex.
Word count: 549
Summary: It's a smile like sunshine and the feel of cool, slender fingers sliding across his warm skin.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Yuffie: seduction— Yuffie kept proving that she wasn’t as innocent as she looked.
It's a smile like sunshine and the feel of cool, slender fingers sliding across his warm skin; a careful thief's touch against his hip, somehow managing to bypass his belt and tucked-in-shirt without anyone noticing.
He doesn't flinch because he's been trained not to. He doesn't glare because she's slipping back into the crowd of the Seventh Heaven with a wink and he's finding a discreet way to cover the his lap with his cloak (the one that she takes so much glee in teasing him about).
He spends the rest of the night trying not to think about her hands until Cid asks him if he's had too much. The glazed, distant look in his eyes is decidely not alcohol, but it gives him a reason to escape to his room and a little privacy.
When she comes to his room, he pretends he wasn't hoping she would and she explains with her hands and her mouth and her warm, warm body that she knows he's lying.
She happily tears at the meticulously folded paper that had been wrapped around the gift Tifa gave her. She opens gifts with more gleeful fervor than Marlene ever has.
Her eighteenth birthday and she's still a petite little thing with too much energy and smile like light and life and the warm, mischievous spark in her eyes.
She doesn't wait for him to give her his gift, she comes up behind him and reaches for the little package, arms over his shoulders. He could stretch out his arms and hold it out of her reach but he doesn't play those games, though Yuffie would play along if he did.
She's playing a different game now, her arms slide down around his elbows, her head rests on his shoulder, her body presses against his back. He clears his throat but she ignores the message; breath warm against his neck, the delicate feel of her lips just barely brushing his skin, and asks if he would deny her a birthday hug in a scandalously deceptive voice.
The others think she's just teasing like she always does. He pulls the cape more tightly around him and thinks they just don't know how right they are.
He's reading when she comes in, looking younger than ever in her oversized pajamas, her hands lost in too long sleeves. She's placid when she smiles at him, padding carefully over to his chair and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
He lets her crawl into his lap, expecting questions about his book or for her to relax and fall asleep. Nights like this are some of the very rare occasions when she doesn't seem to have boundless energy.
She's quiet, believing her breathing will even out shortly and he'll need to carry her to bed, he goes back to his book to pass the time.
The first kiss against his jaw could be a gentle good night kiss.
The second could be, too.
The third is pressed to the corner of his mouth and she's moving to straddle his lap.
She'd told him the first time she'd done this that it was just a different type of "good night" kiss.
He puts his book down, so he can rest his hands on her hips, thinking she was ridiculous and right.