Burnt and Crispy Was How He Liked It [FF7, Vincent/Tifa, K+]
Title: Burnt and Crispy Was How He Liked It
Author: neritheka
Rating: K+
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII; Vincent/Tifa: Fantasies - He licked his lips and wondered if she tasted like she looked.
Word count: 322
A/N: This is the result of an empty stomach, Vincent, Tifa and a dragon. Ermm... Read first, shoot me later. XD
Burnt and Crispy Was How He Liked It
Something was wrong. His enhanced senses picked up an unidentified scent mixed with the cold mountain air around them. It smelled potent and, he sniffed again, flammable.
Suddenly there was rush of air, blinding light and heat from somewhere above them. He rolled to one side and pulled out his gun. He turned in time to see Cloud roll to a black and rumpled heap somewhere near the edge of the mountain ledge, having taken the brunt of the fire attack. A massive shadow descended on the ground; tough green scales, large leathery wings and horned head came to view. The dragon considered the two remaining prey and for some reason, turned to the other, smaller woman.
She dodged the spiked tail as it swatted at her, manoeuvring her movements from footholds on the cliff face. He leapt into action, firing shot after shot which made no damage at all. He aimed for the creature's head, wary of the lightning quick movements of the martial artist who was still dodging the attacks. There was that smell again and before he could utter a warning, flames erupted from the dragon's mouth toward the unprotected female.
Her resounding scream told him that she was not able to move away in time.
As the flames dissipated, his eyes strayed to the singed body of Tifa that lay crumpled before him, unconscious. The once milky-white skin on her arms and back were charred; red flecks of fire on her hair and clothes continued to burn slowly, revealing raw, reddened skin.
He licked his lips and wondered if she tasted like she looked.
The dragon bent forward, inhaled, then opened its mouth to roll a thin forked tongue across her vulnerable form. It turned its yellow eyes at him and snarled; dragons did not share.
Well, neither did he.
Vincent smirked, threw his gun to the side, and started his transformation.
Author: neritheka
Rating: K+
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII; Vincent/Tifa: Fantasies - He licked his lips and wondered if she tasted like she looked.
Word count: 322
A/N: This is the result of an empty stomach, Vincent, Tifa and a dragon. Ermm... Read first, shoot me later. XD
Burnt and Crispy Was How He Liked It
Something was wrong. His enhanced senses picked up an unidentified scent mixed with the cold mountain air around them. It smelled potent and, he sniffed again, flammable.
Suddenly there was rush of air, blinding light and heat from somewhere above them. He rolled to one side and pulled out his gun. He turned in time to see Cloud roll to a black and rumpled heap somewhere near the edge of the mountain ledge, having taken the brunt of the fire attack. A massive shadow descended on the ground; tough green scales, large leathery wings and horned head came to view. The dragon considered the two remaining prey and for some reason, turned to the other, smaller woman.
She dodged the spiked tail as it swatted at her, manoeuvring her movements from footholds on the cliff face. He leapt into action, firing shot after shot which made no damage at all. He aimed for the creature's head, wary of the lightning quick movements of the martial artist who was still dodging the attacks. There was that smell again and before he could utter a warning, flames erupted from the dragon's mouth toward the unprotected female.
Her resounding scream told him that she was not able to move away in time.
As the flames dissipated, his eyes strayed to the singed body of Tifa that lay crumpled before him, unconscious. The once milky-white skin on her arms and back were charred; red flecks of fire on her hair and clothes continued to burn slowly, revealing raw, reddened skin.
He licked his lips and wondered if she tasted like she looked.
The dragon bent forward, inhaled, then opened its mouth to roll a thin forked tongue across her vulnerable form. It turned its yellow eyes at him and snarled; dragons did not share.
Well, neither did he.
Vincent smirked, threw his gun to the side, and started his transformation.