Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Vincent Valentine/Yuffie Kisaragi
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and its characters are the property of Square Enix. I am making no money from this. It's just fun.
The glass hit the wall by his head and then fell lifelessly to the ground next to him in several pieces. It wasn’t the first time she had thrown something at him while they were in an argument but he had to admit she hadn’t done it in a long time.
He gazed at her coolly. “Very mature Yuffie.”
Another glass came flying towards his head and he narrowly ducked away in time to not get hit. Her aim was improving with time. “You are going to run out of glasses if you keep that up.”
“I don’t care!” She stomped her foot rather childlike. “You are horrible!”
“We finally agree on something.”
“That isn’t what I mean and you know it!”
“Then what do you mean?”
“I…uh!” She reached over to grab another glass but he was there pulling her away before she could.
“Stop being such a child,” he hissed.
“I am not a child!”
“Then do not act like one.”
“What do you call this?”
“Being angry as hell at you!”
“Well grow up and handle it like an adult since you claim not to be a child anymore.”
“If I am a child then you are a pedophile since you fuck me!”
That hit home. He visibly flinched and all she could think was ‘good’ until she turned back to him with angry eyes. “Then you must have a daddy fetish since I am practically old enough to be your grandfather.”
It was her turn to flinch. Every time he said something about his age…damn, didn’t he know he wasn’t old in her mind? He was still the twenty-seven year old man he looked to be. “Better than being a cradle robber.”
“If I remember correctly you were the one who initiated it, Yuffie,” he told her quietly. “You’re such a lolita.”
“Then does that makes you the pervert?” she snapped back. She realized then how close they were, she could feel his warm breath on her face.
“Perhaps I am,” he agreed and then his lips were pressed against hers.
There was nothing tender about their kiss, it was all anger and frustration and lust and teeth and fighting to control it. It was feral, it was animalistic. And for the first time they were both the ones to blame for where things went.