A/N: Normally, I don't like Tifa/Vincent pairings, but I'd figure that I'd try one out and see where it takes me. It is very lemony, just warnin' ya.

Disclaimer: I wish I could, but I don't really want to.

Tifa Lockhart sighed, staring up at the cloudless night with the brilliance of the full moon's light illuminating down on the planet. She was thankful to be alone, without the meaningless interruptions. She needed time to think. Mainly about a certain raven haired ex-turk.

When Tifa first met him in the dusty basement of the Shinra mansion, she was sure that there was something that had passed between them. What exactly was it, Tifa hadn't the slightest clue. But what she was sure of is that he had piqued her interest very much so. He excited her. Whether it was the mysterious aura he carried or the enticing red eyes that seem to follow her every move, she didn't know.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Tifa allowed herself to fall into her mind. There, she could imagine him with her. Just for a moment, losing herself in his eyes, his voice telling her everything she wanted to hear. Just for a moment, she could imagine him above her, inside her, touching places she never thought was possible. But just for a moment, she could imagine him loving her.

Then, something startled her from the near by bushes and she found herself turning quickly to see who or what the culprit was.

Her eyes met that those of the disease that plagued her mind.

Vincent Valentine.

He was here, dressed in only black trousers and a light black unbuttoned shirt. She could see his toned muscles under that pale creamy skin of his from the moonlight. His hair was down, wild and over his shoulders. The metallic hand rested at his side while his human one was balled into a fist. She took a look at his face and marveled at the sight of his dark red eyes. They seemed to be transfixed on her, and she could see lust in it's depths. But in her state of uncertainty, she wasn't sure that her eyes were playing tricks on her. She let out a gasp and whispered his name.

That was all it took for him.

He came to her willingly and unhesitatingly. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest as he lowered himself above her. Her eyes widen at his face. What was he doing? Surely it looked like...

His human hand reached down to caress her cheek and she instinctively leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. The act gave her so much love, she thought her heart would overwhelm with the affection that she certainly knew Vincent rarely showed. He only gazed into her eyes and her heart gave out to him. His eyes told her that he was willing to give himself over to her this night.

"Vincent.." she began, her eyes dazed. Vincent shook his head, his dark hair swaying just above her face. He gave her a small smile and placed one finger over her lips, silencing her. He knew what she was going to say, but he'd rather not hear it.

He leaned down, his mouth pressed hard against her parted ones. Tifa let out a startled gasp and he took the initiative to slip his tongue passed her lips and into her mouth. She moaned against his probing tongue, completely aching for more of him. Her legs parted, and he settled himself between them. Her fingertips burned to touch him and she obeyed the urge to grip his waist and grind against him. His reaction was immediate, his mouth became hungry over hers and his hand slid down the side of her mound of flesh. He slipped his hand under her night shirt, his thumb lazily trailed over the harden nub and she arched willingly under his touch, whispering his name against his soft lips.

The tremors in her body became stronger and she could no longer ignore them. She leaned her head back against the ground and let out a low moan that was filled with want. She bucked her hips against his again, both her hands gripping his waist. The ache, she could no longer bear. It was getting painful and it was leaving her breathless. Vincent silently watched her, his hand moved to the hem of her shirt. In one movement, he divested her clothes from her, leaving her completely nude before his eyes.

Vincent took an intake of breath. He was left speechless at the flawless beauty he saw. Her flushed face adorned in creamy white skin, dark wine colored eyes were filled with want, desire..and something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on. One of his arms wrapped securely around her waist, pulling her slightly off the ground. Tifa looked up to him in wonder as he leaned himself down against her. She groaned wordlessly when it was him that she could feel. She parted her legs eagerly for him and he thrust into her opening.

He nestled himself inside her and paused to observe Tifa. Her flushed face was etched with pleasure. Her lips were parted as she gasped for breath. Her head lulled back and her eyes closed tightly. Small, but strong hands roamed over his back, her fingernails digging in the skin of his shoulders. Her legs came around his waist, and he pushed himself deeper into her, pulling a moan from the girl under him.

He closed his own eyes at the soft tightness of her. It was almost too painful for him. She was so slick and firm and he refrained from losing his control then. A small noise rose from his throat and past his lips when he pulled himself out completely, only to thrust himself back into her. His hands grasped her hips as he started a slow rhythm.

Tifa's eyes snapped open and looked up to Vincent only to learn that he was staring silently down at her. She blushed at being observed in such a vulnerable state, but gathered up the courage to look him back in the eyes. He leaned down closer to her face, never once stopping his movements. Pleasure spiked from the intimacy of his stare and Tifa knew she was trembling beneath him. It wasn't long before she became frustrated with the slowness of his movements, her body aching for it's own release. Her head moved from side to side, trying to ignore the steady level of her arousal. She let out an irritated groan and Vincent bent his neck, his mouth near her ear.

"What was that..?"

From the corner of her eyes, Tifa could see the smirk on his face and she grew angry at his slow pace. He was playing with her. Teasing her. She groaned again, louder this time as she bucked her hips against his harshly, letting him know that his teasing was working. Her nails trailed firmly over the skin of his back. Vincent let out his own groan as he quickened his pace that left her writhing under him. Tifa shuddered suddenly, her mouth gasped loudly. Her orgasm came quickly and violently, screaming his name as she did so. Vincent tightened his jaw, holding himself back when her wet walls crashed down on him again and again. He slowed his movements, letting her come down from her heightened pleasure.

Tifa panted, perspiration formed at her brow and she could see Vincent's chest also gleamed with his sweat. She leaned up, pressing her lips against his in a kiss. Gripping her hips, Vincent pulled himself into a sitting position, still sheathed inside her. Her legs were place on each side of his waist as his hands guided her hips slowly up and down. Tifa's hands slid from his shoulders, slowly trailing her fingers to his face, placing her palms on his cheeks. She stared closely at him, her breath hot against his skin as she panted.

He wrapped one arm around her lower back, pushing her closer to him as he continued his movements. Her arms wrapped themselves around his back and she buried her face in the arch of his neck, nibbling and suckling the flesh. Vincent closed his eyes tightly, refraining himself from making a noise. Didn't she know what exactly that did to him? Goosebumps formed over his skin and he quickened his pace. Her tiny moans filled his ears, and it drove him faster and faster and he felt his own orgasm approach; small grunts and growls emitted from his throat. He felt her buck against his thrusts and her walls tighten around him a second time as she screamed her release. She convulsed over and over, never stopping her movements against Vincent's body. He could feel her shake in his grasp and he bit his lip from crying out from the overwhelming pleasure building up inside him.

Vincent pushed Tifa back against the ground and pounded himself into her. Tifa's legs locked around his waist, gaining the energy to buck against his thrusts. Her hands went to his arms, feeling the muscle strain under his skin from his actions. Her eyes turned to his face and arched her back against his body, feeling him push up against her powerfully. Every movement brought on by him had her gasping for breath. Her lips sought his and gloried in her success when their lips smashed together, possessing hungrily, devouring each other. Soon, the pleasure for Tifa was too much to bear and she shuddered violently, her head breaking the kiss to voice her pleasure that toppled over the edge. Her eyes shut tightly, and her body stiffened beneath his as she came a third time. Vincent's movements turned violent as he felt himself on the brink of his release. He moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he spilled himself inside her, adrenaline rushing through his veins in the aftershock of his orgasm.

Vincent's movements slowed and soon stopped, bending his head down to look at the woman beneath him. He leaned down, still sheathed inside her and kissed her forehead. He saw her smile and close her eyes, sighing. He could feel her legs tremble around him and he gently unlocked himself from her, finally pulling out of her, laying to her side and pulling her with him.

An Owl's hoot had Tifa's eyes snapping open, the air in her lungs stolen from her by the intensity of her daydream. Her mouth hung slightly opened at the realization that it was only her imagination that brought her close to what she had wanted the most. After willing her heart to stop beating so rapidly, Tifa closed her eyes and let out a frustrated groan.

Cursing herself, she slumped against a nearby tree and sighed.

Someday, she will make that daydream into a reality.

Tifa Lockhart smiled as she cast her gaze to the moon.

Someday.

End

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