Canon: post Advent Children
Theme + Number: 88- Kiss
Claim: Vincent Valentine/Yuffie Kisaragi
Characters/Pairings included: Vincent Valentine/Yuffie Kisaragi
Warnings: Um, a kiss?
Summary: Yuffie is caught with an embarrassing thought.
Somewhere deep in the back of her mind she was still uncomfortable being alone with him in the dark even after all this time. She had considered him a friend for sometime now, but sitting alone with him in the dark still had this feeling about it that almost made her flesh crawl, more with anxiety than anything. She would never admit it, even to herself, but she found her dark-haired companion to be quite the attractive guy. She supposed it couldn't be helped, any girl in her right mind would think the same about him were they to lay eyes on him. Still she would remind herself that it was quite logical that if you were around a person enough that you would find them attractive; she would tell herself that's all it was and shake her head to clear her mind of the stupid thoughts.
He turned bright eyes on her and even in the dark she could tell the gaze was intense, burning. "Yuffie?"
"Yeah?" Her head snapped to the direction of his deep voice instantly, eyes searching for him in the dark.
"Are you alright?"
She tilted her head to one side, smiling into the dark. "I'm fine. Just thinking."
He shifted. She more felt it than heard it as he leaned closer to her, then his face became clearer. "About anything of importance?"
She could feel the faint start of a blush crawling up the back of her neck. "Nah, not really," she said with a chuckle. This wasn't the first time he had caught her while she had been thinking about her attraction to him, she was sure it wouldn't be the last. She turned away from him quickly. "Stupid girl stuff."
"I doubt that," he told her quietly reaching out and tapping the back of her neck. "Even in the dark I can see your blush."
That, of course, only made the blushing worse as she twitched her shoulder at the feeling of him touching her; it was still new and oddly exciting when he did so. "Just embarrassed I got caught lost in thought again," she told him coolly. "You seem to do that a lot."
"It seems I do." His gaze turned from her and back into the night. This had become their tradition, sitting alone in a room gazing out into the night. The last few months had been sleep deprived for the both of them and they had found an unlikely bond in their love for gazing at the night sky; her for its beauty, him for its darkness. "You do seem to be awfully quick to defend yourself," he observed, the edge of his mouth twitching up in a cross between a smirk and an almost smile, but he never smiled, not once since she had known him. Okay, that wasn't true, but it was rare.
"Knowing you, you would accuse me of having come kind of a devious plot going on in my head," she told him tapping her fingers against her knees. "I figured better to squelch those thoughts quickly."
"Hmm." His gaze flickered to her again. "You have matured some since we met."
"Most people do," she said as she turned to look at him again, the blush now fading from her skin. "I am not the same sixteen year-old you met. I am older now."
"I am aware of that," he told her, the edges of his mouth curling again. "In some ways you are still very much a child."
"What does that mean?"
"You still embarrass quite easily."
The blush started to rise again. "Even adults get embarrassed Vincent."
"I am aware of that as well."
"Don't you ever get embarrassed?"
He shrugged slightly. "It has been known to happen. I, however, am better at hiding it than you are."
"Apparently," she said with a sigh.
"What were you thinking about?"
She cleared her throat quietly. "Like I said, it wasn't anything important."
She let out a sharp laugh shaking her head. "You are strange Vincent Valentine."
His hand caught her chin and turned her face towards him. "As are you Yuffie Kisaragi," he told her quietly before his lips pressed against hers gently. His hand released her chin as he stood. "Goodnight."
She watched him leave the room, her cheeks burning brightly in the night air, her hand raising to rest on her now tingling mouth.
He never ceased to amaze her.