Unstoppable [VincentxRinoa, Final Fantasy VII/VIII, prompt 003]
Title: Unstoppable.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII / Final Fantasy VIII
Characters: Vincent Valentine x Rinoa Heartilly
Prompt: 003 Ends
Word Count: 1,064
Rating: Slight ‘R’
Warnings/Spoilers: The continuation of prompt 001 [Brought by Coincidence], prompt 002 [A Single Spark], crappy grammar >>
Summary: They couldn't stop it, but then again they had not wanted to do so.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Square-Enix and I'm just borrowing them for a little while there for no money is being done out of this.
It was something that could not be stopped, it was bound to happen eventually , it was the end, the culmination of something that had started roughly a year ago and something that both had been secretly been waiting for, almost like a game to see who broke first under the tension and allow them to be taken by the flow.
Shamely or not it had been her the one that had broke, she had not taken in mind that he had more patience that all the people she knew together and that had things been left on him, well she could be very well wait forever for him to do something and so she had decided to start the unstoppable giving a damn about pride.
It was with that idea that Rinoa had finally gotten enough courage to finally kiss Vincent, she had bestowed a rather chaste brush over his mouth the moment they had safely gotten inside the inn room in which they will be spending the night, it was only to taste the waters and make sure it was safe, where he did not made any attempt to pull away or plainly ignore her was she reassured to give him a more proper kiss, one in which the uprising passion had surprised and delight her.
The sudden feel of her back pressed against the door had not done anything to distract her from the idea of her chest tightly pressed against his nor the fact that he was now the one in control of the lip lock she initially started, she couldn't care less if she had lost the battle as long as he kept kissing her as he was doing in those moments and bringing forth a response she had never had before.
Her fingers had threaded on his long inky colored hair while his lips were quite busy on her neck, quite eerily they noticed they were going towards one of the beds the room had as well as piece of clothing going on the way there and resting on the wooden floor of the room, the feel of the cold metal fingers of his golden claw splashed against her bare back caused her to delightfully shiver, any woman might be a bit nervous under the prospect of engaging on such acts when the other had such a metal appendage but really once again she didn't give a damn and she was sure that he knew.
Black hair with brown highlights had splashed against the comforter that covered the bed, swollen pale rose lips were half opened while another set of inky locks barely caressed the bare skin that had been exposed plainly aware of the person that was above looking down at her. When had their clothes left their bodies, they wouldn't be able to say it far to gone to care when that happened.
Hands and lips finally explore the other without any type of care, greedy and needy, it was something that they had wanted and denied each other for so long so they take their time in memorizing the contours of each other muscles, the taste of the skin, the curves that form her body, the feel of each one of his scars, everything seems just to perfect and gratifying that they didn't wish to stop, not even the cold metal that tentatively explore the warm expanse of alabaster skin can stop it.
With a sweet delightfully friction of his skin and a gasp of surprised pain from her lips they become one, it was not her first time but that didn’t meant she had been promiscuous, through all her life she had only been with Squall and even in those times they had not engaged into what some people could consider a normal sex life for people their age, when they did it most of the time felt so rare and done without much wishes from their parts, also it had been so long since she had last had sex an she needed to get used to the sensation, she was quite thankful that even though it was difficult for him, he had understood and waited for her to get used to the feeling once again.
At first their movements had been a bit awkward and experimental, it had been way to long and it was to pick a familiarity that had been dormant in getting used to each other's tempo, one that started to pick speed and strength, soon enough they were caught in passionate and desperate movements against the other, her legs had wrapped around his waist while she did her best to keep with his pace but she was not bothered about it, she couldn't be when he had treated her like if she was the most important thing in the world.
The sounds that filled the room, the sensation of their skins rubbing against each others it was too much for her, it made her feel dazzled and dizzy, she clung to him like a life line feeling him moving against her, her perfect nails dug into his back leaving half moon marks over it, it was all so sweetly overwhelming for her to much that it sent her over the brink and she was sure that everyone in the inn heard her scream of his name while a explosion of lights appeared behind her eyelids, somewhere in her overflow of sensations she swear she heard him whispering her name, leaving them tired and satiated.
Warm puffs of breath escaped her lips and found its end against his chest, they were both silent laying besides each other in the afterglow of what they had just done, somewhere in the back of their minds they supposed that they should feel guilty for what had transpired between them but they didn't it, they could have stopped it anytime and they had not.
The damn of self-restrain had finally broken, they had wanted, they had needed it, they had craved it and there was no way to stop it, noticing with a sharp pang, they had not wanted to do it.
That act had been the ends of their separate lives as they knew, they had been traveling together but their lives were different but after that night it wouldn't be the same anymore, their separate lives were now linked to each other.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII / Final Fantasy VIII
Characters: Vincent Valentine x Rinoa Heartilly
Prompt: 003 Ends
Word Count: 1,064
Rating: Slight ‘R’
Warnings/Spoilers: The continuation of prompt 001 [Brought by Coincidence], prompt 002 [A Single Spark], crappy grammar >>
Summary: They couldn't stop it, but then again they had not wanted to do so.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Square-Enix and I'm just borrowing them for a little while there for no money is being done out of this.
It was something that could not be stopped, it was bound to happen eventually , it was the end, the culmination of something that had started roughly a year ago and something that both had been secretly been waiting for, almost like a game to see who broke first under the tension and allow them to be taken by the flow.
Shamely or not it had been her the one that had broke, she had not taken in mind that he had more patience that all the people she knew together and that had things been left on him, well she could be very well wait forever for him to do something and so she had decided to start the unstoppable giving a damn about pride.
It was with that idea that Rinoa had finally gotten enough courage to finally kiss Vincent, she had bestowed a rather chaste brush over his mouth the moment they had safely gotten inside the inn room in which they will be spending the night, it was only to taste the waters and make sure it was safe, where he did not made any attempt to pull away or plainly ignore her was she reassured to give him a more proper kiss, one in which the uprising passion had surprised and delight her.
The sudden feel of her back pressed against the door had not done anything to distract her from the idea of her chest tightly pressed against his nor the fact that he was now the one in control of the lip lock she initially started, she couldn't care less if she had lost the battle as long as he kept kissing her as he was doing in those moments and bringing forth a response she had never had before.
Her fingers had threaded on his long inky colored hair while his lips were quite busy on her neck, quite eerily they noticed they were going towards one of the beds the room had as well as piece of clothing going on the way there and resting on the wooden floor of the room, the feel of the cold metal fingers of his golden claw splashed against her bare back caused her to delightfully shiver, any woman might be a bit nervous under the prospect of engaging on such acts when the other had such a metal appendage but really once again she didn't give a damn and she was sure that he knew.
Black hair with brown highlights had splashed against the comforter that covered the bed, swollen pale rose lips were half opened while another set of inky locks barely caressed the bare skin that had been exposed plainly aware of the person that was above looking down at her. When had their clothes left their bodies, they wouldn't be able to say it far to gone to care when that happened.
Hands and lips finally explore the other without any type of care, greedy and needy, it was something that they had wanted and denied each other for so long so they take their time in memorizing the contours of each other muscles, the taste of the skin, the curves that form her body, the feel of each one of his scars, everything seems just to perfect and gratifying that they didn't wish to stop, not even the cold metal that tentatively explore the warm expanse of alabaster skin can stop it.
With a sweet delightfully friction of his skin and a gasp of surprised pain from her lips they become one, it was not her first time but that didn’t meant she had been promiscuous, through all her life she had only been with Squall and even in those times they had not engaged into what some people could consider a normal sex life for people their age, when they did it most of the time felt so rare and done without much wishes from their parts, also it had been so long since she had last had sex an she needed to get used to the sensation, she was quite thankful that even though it was difficult for him, he had understood and waited for her to get used to the feeling once again.
At first their movements had been a bit awkward and experimental, it had been way to long and it was to pick a familiarity that had been dormant in getting used to each other's tempo, one that started to pick speed and strength, soon enough they were caught in passionate and desperate movements against the other, her legs had wrapped around his waist while she did her best to keep with his pace but she was not bothered about it, she couldn't be when he had treated her like if she was the most important thing in the world.
The sounds that filled the room, the sensation of their skins rubbing against each others it was too much for her, it made her feel dazzled and dizzy, she clung to him like a life line feeling him moving against her, her perfect nails dug into his back leaving half moon marks over it, it was all so sweetly overwhelming for her to much that it sent her over the brink and she was sure that everyone in the inn heard her scream of his name while a explosion of lights appeared behind her eyelids, somewhere in her overflow of sensations she swear she heard him whispering her name, leaving them tired and satiated.
Warm puffs of breath escaped her lips and found its end against his chest, they were both silent laying besides each other in the afterglow of what they had just done, somewhere in the back of their minds they supposed that they should feel guilty for what had transpired between them but they didn't it, they could have stopped it anytime and they had not.
The damn of self-restrain had finally broken, they had wanted, they had needed it, they had craved it and there was no way to stop it, noticing with a sharp pang, they had not wanted to do it.
That act had been the ends of their separate lives as they knew, they had been traveling together but their lives were different but after that night it wouldn't be the same anymore, their separate lives were now linked to each other.