Theme + Number: 7) life, 9) Planet, 16) Electricity, 21) Materia & 32) A friend in need
Claim: Yuffie Kisaragi/Vincent Valentine (Challenge Claim)
Characters/Pairings included: Yuffie, Vincent
Summary: There are time when actions speak louder than words
Spoilers: Um, game spoilers I guess?
Never in her life had she needed anyone the way she needed him just then. Her hands were fisted in the front of his clothes, her face pressed against his chest, eyes swimming in tears.
He had never been good at comforting people, friend in need or lover; family or co-worker. He wasn’t the type and supposed he never was; not that he could remember if he had ever been. In all the years he had been on this planet he had seen his fair share of pain: he himself had caused a great deal of it during his days as a Turk.
He awkwardly stroked the little material thief’s hair, let her sob into his chest. Her pain hit him hard, even if he couldn’t understand it. He only knew there was a tightness in his chest, and aching in the heart he thought long dead. He wished he could take away all of the pain in her, make her smile again. She was Yuffie, smiling and happy and hyper, always cheerful. This was not his Yuffie. Not his Yuffie at all.
She was pulling away, pulling back from him, both afraid to let him go, both afraid to hang on. She wanted his comfort, wanted his words, wanted his warmth, but she was afraid of him: afraid of loving him more than she already did.
He stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder, tilted her head up so he could look at her face, her lovely tearstained face. She knew she looked a mess: red puffy eyes, tears flowing freely down her face. It didn’t seem to faze him however as his gaze skipped across her face, slowly, studying, almost like a scholar reading ancient scriptures. She wondered, briefly, if he thought he would be tested on how she looked later on.
She didn’t even remember his face moving forward- she was probably too concerned with getting away- but his lips pressed against hers, warm and firm. They were insistent, a comfort, a way to help her, heal her in what little way he could. It was like an electric shock, sharp and hazing.
She clung to him desperately, small arms wrapping around his neck, holding him there, his lips against hers. She didn’t care if he hated her the next day for taking this comfort from him. She needed it then, and to her, in the end, that was all that mattered, as long as he was willing to give it.