Character/Pairing: Vincent Valentine/Yuffie Kisaragi
Characters Included: Vincent, Yuffie, Jared Valentine (OC)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Prompt Table: 2
Prompt: #20- Popsicle(s) (25_foods)
Word Count: 390
Her hands were unbelievable sticky, and while he was content in helping her clean up the mess on the kitchen table, he could help but shake his head at her actions. She sighed, wiping at her hands uselessly with a napkin.
Didn’t she realize that would just rip it?
She sat down with a sigh, throwing the napkin down in defeat, gazing down at her sticky hands with a pout. “Popsicles were a bad idea.”
He blinked at her, taking a seat by her as well. “Perhaps.”
She held her hands up to him as if that would prove her point. “Look at this. I could press my hands to a wall and they would stick there.”
“Hn.” He arched an eyebrow at her.
He felt a great jolt to his side, then small hands tugging at his cape. He blinked down at the dark eyes of the little boy, no more than three, tugging at his cape, then with a sigh of resignation, lifted him up to let him sit in his lap.
Instantly the boy’s sticky hands grasped onto his cape as he leaned against Vincent’s much larger body.
Yuffie sighed as she stood up, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it before heading over to the little boy in the gunman’s lap and taking one of his little hands in hers, cleaning the stickiness off of it.
The boy tugged his hand away from her, burying his face against Vincent’s side.
The ninja cursed silently under her breath, reaching out for the boy’s hand again, but his grip on the cape was strong.
The little boy looked up at the man who was speaking to him, blinking curiously.
Vincent set him with an even look. “Let your mother clean your hands.”
The boy blinked at him again. “Okay.”
Instantly the boy thrust his hands at Yuffie, and with a small laugh she began to clean off his hands, then reached up to wipe the purple mess from around his mouth off, vowing that never again would she give him grape popsicles, or any other kind of popsicle for that matter. They were too damn messy.
Later that night, after Jared was safely tucked in, she turned to Vincent, tugging his lips down to hers with a smirk. “Told you he adored his father.”
Author's Note: Jared is from ffvii_tng