Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VII: Awakening ❯ After The Celebration: One More Evening ( Chapter 36 )

The alcohol was bearing down on her. She was happy that Vincent had helped her back to the inn.

"You know it was just a chorus, not an invitation to drink another one…"

Leira's head wobbled and she let out a huge belch. "Cid Highwind was no match for the Turks!!" Her arms shot out weakly in victory. Her body started to slump. She was so drunk her legs could not support her. Vincent hurriedly wrapped his arms around her waist line. It was quite a task for him to balance her and turn the knob to the door. He failed. As soon as the door opened, she slid between his arms and fell to the ground. "That's why I don't drink that much." He scooped her back up and laid her down on a bed. It was incredible that she did not vomit. Her uniform was spotless, despite it wreaking of beer.

Leira's fingers fumbled as she tried to remove her old uniform. She had not wanted to stay in it all night. "Vince…can you…help me…?"

The exTurk rolled his eyes. He sat beside her and helped her into a sitting position. "Alright."

He helped her loosen her long black necktie and slid it over her head.

Leira shrugged off her blazer and let it fall onto the bed. Vincent eyed her as she did her best to unbutton her blouse. He quickly removed his jacket, tie, and shoes. He wondered if any other man would have acted as coolly as he was. He knew that she was extremely intoxicated and was afraid that she might view his being there as something else. She was one person he had a hard time figuring out.

Slowly the rest of her outer clothing was removed. Leira readjusted the elastic fitting of her bra and lay down.

"I guess, I'll be going." Vincent said. "I'm right across the hall…if you need me." He slung the jacket over his shoulder and picked up his shoes."

A small groan came from Leira. "Please…don't. Don't leave…"

Vincent remembered how volatile Reno had become when he found out that Leira had had an affair with Timal. Vincent was a little broken up about it as well but he had been through similar experiences. He did not hold it against her. He was shocked that she had not told her former lover about their own small relationship. Maybe Reno already knew?

"You and Reno were supposed to hammer out your differences in this room. It wouldn't be right for me to be here."

"Wren…he's not coming back…not here…" she rolled over on her side to look at him.

Vincent sighed. "I'm not looking for a fight if he comes back. He put one of Reeve's men through a window…a couple windows…"

"…he's not coming back." her voice sounded so husky to him.

Vincent sat down on the bed across from her. "He obviously still cares about you." He removed his shirt. He had the feeling he would be hearing about this evening from Cid. It would be either out of concern, since he was taking Reno's bed, or it would be more focused on what could have happened since the Elite was completely wasted. "I'm never going to live this down." he muttered. Vincent lay on his back and folded his hands above his heart. It was strange. He found that pose to be one of the more comfortable despite his sleeping in a coffin for three decades.

Minutes had passed. Sleep would not come for the dead man. He glanced over at Leira. Her back was still to him. She was so quiet.

More time had passed in the dark room. Vincent had only been asleep less than a half hour when the side of his bed moved downward. Someone had joined him.

He felt warm hands against the skin of his naked chest and the unmistakable texture of the Elite's undershirt against his arm.

She pushed herself against him causing him to roll onto his right side. "I don't want to sleep alone." Her fingers trailed up and down his thigh. He could feel the fabric of his jeans gently pinch his skin as it moved under her pressure. His rich black hair had been lifted above his head and replaced. Her hot breath teased his neck muscles. She sucked the skin of his shoulder than worked his neck. The woman gave a slight giggle. "I vant to suck yo blood." she mused.

Vincent turned over. His red eyes glowed at her. "That is not funny."

Her fingers traced the contours of his arms before tickling his chest. "I was just kidding." She squeezed his forearm with her left hand and nibbled on his lower lip. She outlined his nipple a couple times with her finger nail. Leira buried her head into his naked chest and grabbed his other forearm. She lay motionless.

The exTurk put his hands on her hips and pressed himself against her. He was glad that she had fallen asleep. He was still nervous about certain group member's reactions to his spending that particular evening with her.

"Timal." she whispered in her sleep.

Klefmon had gotten out of his bed and climbed into her's. The SOLDIER put his naked arms around her. She could feel him smiling against her neck. "It's okay." He whispered back. "I don't want to sleep alone, tonight."

She felt his breath against her skin as he sucked at her neck. His arms were like steel beams as he held her.

When he felt her start to turn over he released his grip. She was puzzled by his actions. His tongue parted her lips as his met hers. He puckered and kissed her slowly.

"Timal?" she withdrew.

He put his right index finger to her lips. He pushed himself against her to get her on her back. His head turned to stare down the length of his own body. His left leg lifted from it's position outside her thighs and parted her legs.

Leira did not fight him.

The right leg was next. She felt his hardness against her.

His deep blue eyes were back on her. They still shimmered in the faint light provided by the opened blinds. He lightly rubbed her cheek. His eyes probed her face with concern but his smile never faded. "I never let you in on that secret of mine." Another light kiss was delivered as he put his forehead against her's. He pushed his hands up and down her arm. After a brief pause he backed down her body. He licked the area between her breasts. With a firm grip he pushed them to his face. Timal slid back up and kissed her on the lips again before returning to her chest. He circled her nipples with his tongue alternating from left to right. The wetness of his teasing began to cool, causing them to become erect.

Leira put her hands to the back of his head and rubbed at the coarse sandpaper feel of his shaved hair. He began to suck on her left breast earnestly while keeping an eye on her expressions.

She closed her eyes and groaned as she felt his light suction. He nibbled the hardened tissue and repeated the same actions on her right.

The Wutai man gently removed her hands and laid them at her sides. Slowly he stuck his tongue out and traced a line from her chest to her navel.

Leira clenched the smoothness of his tight buttocks.

Timal sighed lightly and lifted himself onto his hands. He slid back up her body to kiss her once more. The man felt lighter than the last time he had laid on her. His eyes were closed.

Leira put her right hand to his strong face. With one finger she teased the longer reddish strands of his hair that had gathered.

Timal held her hand against his cheek. His features became solemn and his eyes were slow to open. "Thank you." he whispered.

"What…?"

"We're free…Benton and I…"

Leira looked at the face hovering above her's. Her lips twitched as she tried to understand him.

The SOLDIER smiled again and nuzzled her hand with his cheek. He started to blush. "I'm not as pretty as I used to be, so don't be upset. I might actually smell a little, too." his voice was breaking. She sat up and dropped his hand.

Timal had already slid off the bed and had turned his back to her. The door on the opposite end had opened. "Tell Reno to stop calling me 'Timmy'…man you think you know someone…" The tall naked man walked to the door. His blue eyes were fixed on her again. "Hey! No tears for me." He said in his native language. "I'll always love ya no matter what! We'll have more time!!"

Leira blinked once. By the time her eyelids raised he was gone. Her green eyes slowly opened. She was not in the Junon dormitory anymore. A man's body was laid out beside her. "Timal?" she knew better.

Vincent had turned onto his right side in his sleep. Gently she stroked his long hair and pressed herself against him before finally joining him in his slumber.