Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Vincent Valentine/Yuffie Kisaragi
Rating: R to be safe
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and its characters are the property of Square Enix. I am making no money from this. It's just fun.
Long after the body bliss they lay wrapped up in each other’s arms, limbs intertwined her tracing patterns on his chest. He couldn’t understand why she seemed to enjoy that so much. It was almost as though she was drawing with a marker only she could see, drawing things to comfort her, writing words he would never read.
There were many things about her he didn’t understand, many mysteries he would never solve. She was confusing to him, as he was sure he was to her. There were some things they would never know, never understand about each other, and for him, he realized, that was part of the reason he loved her. The parts of her he would never understand fascinated him the most.
He ran his good hand through her hair as he watched her traces little lines across his chest. “What are you drawing?”
“Wings go on the back Yuffie.”
“I know, but I can’t reach your back, and I wanted to draw angel wings.”
“I am no angel. I am far from it.”
She blinked up at him. “You are to me,” she told him quietly. “My sad dark angel.”
He didn’t want to argue with her that no matter what she said he was as far from an angel as you could get, so instead he just kissed her stupid, kissed her blind, kissed her to wash away all her foolish notions and foolish ideas.