FFVII - Whirlwind
Title: Whirlwind
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters/pairings: Vincent/Yuffie
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This whirlwind romance
Just give me a chance
Warnings: Smut, age diff, depending on how old you consider Vincent.
Notes: Finding PB this time was a complete accident. A couple caught me.
Table of Contents
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For the love of all of the gods and goddesses, she's sixteen damn years old, and it should be illegal for children to wear shorts that short or have legs that nice.
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"You checking me out, old man?" she leers back over her shoulder. He hunches his shoulders to hide his face further and stomps past her. "Vincent, you dweeb," she yells at his back. "I was joking! Gawd!"
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She's joking. That's what he tells himself when she poses against the Sierra's console, all legs and belly and wicked glee. She's grown up enough to joke with him and not worry - or care - if she offends him. "So?" she asks. "What're you doing later?"
"Fuck's sake, girl," Cid growls. "Leave the guy alone."
"Hunting," he says at the same time, catching both Cid and himself by surprise. "In the northern woods."
She squints at him, tries to see if he's the one joking this time, and shrugs far too casually.
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She's the only spot of warmth in the Ancient city, hot and needy and clinging to his shoulders with one hand and her shuriken with the other. He pins her to the wall and he wasn't lying, he had been hunting, and the stink of blood and gunpowder and the Galian Beast cling to his clothes. She doesn't care, seems to actually enjoy it from the way she buries her face him his neck and bites while she rides his hand. She's lithe power and razor edges and the sound that she makes when she comes isn't a high, girlish noise but low and growly and just enough of a whimper that his teeth set and his balls ache.
And she flips them around, sinks to her knees with her shorts still undone, and he leans back against the wall and groans when she mouths his cock through his pants.
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She finds him in Rocket Town. She spends about thirty seconds visibly wondering if their fling in the north was the result of being blood-drunk before she picks the lock on a warehouse and pulls him inside, pushing him back on a crate and fiddling with his belts. When she sinks onto his cock her eyes are crazy-bright and terrified and she's exquisitely tight and she rides him with all the vigor she usually puts into annoying the hell out of her elders.
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They actually talk like civilized humans when they trip over each other in Costa del Sol. She's gone from the Great Ninja Yuffie to the Great Materia Hunter Yuffie, and she has more money on hand than it is ever wise to trust to an eighteen year old. They find a tequila bar and talk while she pays for shots of horrendously expensive liquid death and it's somewhere around shot six that he gives up listening to her accounting of where she found her latest Lightning materia and leans over and kisses her for the first time.
She flounders, wide-eyed and speechless, and then grabs him by the cloak to kiss him back. It's about that point that the bartender kicks them out and he takes her back to his hotel room to make love to her in a proper bed for once.
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She's gone in the morning. And so is his best Fire materia.
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The Gongagan jungle is humid and sweaty and really, he shouldn't find it so arousing to watch her quake when he dances his claws over her exposed skin.
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It takes her two days to call him and rant about the Fire materia he'd stolen back while she was screaming his name. He hangs up on her.
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"You know," she says, lounging like an indulgent cat beside him. "I'm in an arranged marriage."
"Hm." Such a thing was almost unheard of even when he had still been alive. The news surprises him. "To who?"
She shrugs. "Some minor north Wutaian lordling. He's boring. No spice."
He's silent a long moment, staring at the ceiling. "Perhaps he hides it well," he suggests. "You never know, he may wish to bend beneath your boot and call you mistress." Her shiver at that is unexpected and he looms over on one elbow, his hair falling around their faces while he regards her. "Really?" he asks, mildly derisive.
"Shut up," she mutters, punching him in the shoulder. "We all got our kinks."
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"He's gay!" she shrieks, storming around the room, half-dressed in a proper Wutaian gown. "How am I supposed to 'sire the future of Wutai' if my husband can't even get it up?!"
"Illusion spell?" Vincent offers. "Cosmo love potion?"
"You are so unhelpful," she spits. "Jackass."
"Concubines are all the rage in Wutai, I hear."
She pounces on him and he allows her to take him to the floor in an ungainly heap. "Jackass," she repeats. "I'll find you. I'll chase you all over the world and seduce you and bear fifty little demon-babies."
Vincent snorts. "I am fairly certain I'm sterile by now," he points out.
She sags. "Damn it," she mutters. "Then what am I supposed to do? It'll be considered my failure if I don't start popping out babies within a few years."
"Cid? Barett?"
She shrieks and attacks him with vengeance.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters/pairings: Vincent/Yuffie
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This whirlwind romance
Just give me a chance
Warnings: Smut, age diff, depending on how old you consider Vincent.
Notes: Finding PB this time was a complete accident. A couple caught me.
Table of Contents
o o o
For the love of all of the gods and goddesses, she's sixteen damn years old, and it should be illegal for children to wear shorts that short or have legs that nice.
---
"You checking me out, old man?" she leers back over her shoulder. He hunches his shoulders to hide his face further and stomps past her. "Vincent, you dweeb," she yells at his back. "I was joking! Gawd!"
---
She's joking. That's what he tells himself when she poses against the Sierra's console, all legs and belly and wicked glee. She's grown up enough to joke with him and not worry - or care - if she offends him. "So?" she asks. "What're you doing later?"
"Fuck's sake, girl," Cid growls. "Leave the guy alone."
"Hunting," he says at the same time, catching both Cid and himself by surprise. "In the northern woods."
She squints at him, tries to see if he's the one joking this time, and shrugs far too casually.
---
She's the only spot of warmth in the Ancient city, hot and needy and clinging to his shoulders with one hand and her shuriken with the other. He pins her to the wall and he wasn't lying, he had been hunting, and the stink of blood and gunpowder and the Galian Beast cling to his clothes. She doesn't care, seems to actually enjoy it from the way she buries her face him his neck and bites while she rides his hand. She's lithe power and razor edges and the sound that she makes when she comes isn't a high, girlish noise but low and growly and just enough of a whimper that his teeth set and his balls ache.
And she flips them around, sinks to her knees with her shorts still undone, and he leans back against the wall and groans when she mouths his cock through his pants.
---
She finds him in Rocket Town. She spends about thirty seconds visibly wondering if their fling in the north was the result of being blood-drunk before she picks the lock on a warehouse and pulls him inside, pushing him back on a crate and fiddling with his belts. When she sinks onto his cock her eyes are crazy-bright and terrified and she's exquisitely tight and she rides him with all the vigor she usually puts into annoying the hell out of her elders.
---
They actually talk like civilized humans when they trip over each other in Costa del Sol. She's gone from the Great Ninja Yuffie to the Great Materia Hunter Yuffie, and she has more money on hand than it is ever wise to trust to an eighteen year old. They find a tequila bar and talk while she pays for shots of horrendously expensive liquid death and it's somewhere around shot six that he gives up listening to her accounting of where she found her latest Lightning materia and leans over and kisses her for the first time.
She flounders, wide-eyed and speechless, and then grabs him by the cloak to kiss him back. It's about that point that the bartender kicks them out and he takes her back to his hotel room to make love to her in a proper bed for once.
---
She's gone in the morning. And so is his best Fire materia.
---
The Gongagan jungle is humid and sweaty and really, he shouldn't find it so arousing to watch her quake when he dances his claws over her exposed skin.
---
It takes her two days to call him and rant about the Fire materia he'd stolen back while she was screaming his name. He hangs up on her.
---
"You know," she says, lounging like an indulgent cat beside him. "I'm in an arranged marriage."
"Hm." Such a thing was almost unheard of even when he had still been alive. The news surprises him. "To who?"
She shrugs. "Some minor north Wutaian lordling. He's boring. No spice."
He's silent a long moment, staring at the ceiling. "Perhaps he hides it well," he suggests. "You never know, he may wish to bend beneath your boot and call you mistress." Her shiver at that is unexpected and he looms over on one elbow, his hair falling around their faces while he regards her. "Really?" he asks, mildly derisive.
"Shut up," she mutters, punching him in the shoulder. "We all got our kinks."
---
"He's gay!" she shrieks, storming around the room, half-dressed in a proper Wutaian gown. "How am I supposed to 'sire the future of Wutai' if my husband can't even get it up?!"
"Illusion spell?" Vincent offers. "Cosmo love potion?"
"You are so unhelpful," she spits. "Jackass."
"Concubines are all the rage in Wutai, I hear."
She pounces on him and he allows her to take him to the floor in an ungainly heap. "Jackass," she repeats. "I'll find you. I'll chase you all over the world and seduce you and bear fifty little demon-babies."
Vincent snorts. "I am fairly certain I'm sterile by now," he points out.
She sags. "Damn it," she mutters. "Then what am I supposed to do? It'll be considered my failure if I don't start popping out babies within a few years."
"Cid? Barett?"
She shrieks and attacks him with vengeance.