Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Reason ❯ My Eternal Valentine ... Valentines Day special ( Chapter 6 )

This little instalment is not a real chapter of the story, but a special I thought up in the past two days that exists in the same universe. It will fit into the story, as you will soon discover. The next chapter is well underway, so hopefully it should be up in the next few weeks. This piece is a bit more of the Valentines' pasts, more specifically their wedding, as told mainly surrounding Tifa's experience.

 

Enjoy and Happy Valentines Day!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She had never been happier than she had been that day. Amidst all the hustle and bustle of flying flowers and swirling silk, she felt as though she were in a dream. Skilled hands moved with fluid grace through her river of chocolate as errant locks were schooled into position. Foundation, blush and rouge added and altered to perfection on her countenance.

 

She had no need for blush.

 

As she was helped into her gown, white silk and satin of a design she had dreamed of for years before she had ever met the man who would stand beside her that day, her face was red enough to liken her in every respect to the roses tied neatly on the table before her.

 

Had they any idea what white means on a day such as this?

 

No, she really should not be wearing white.

 

He had taken care of that not long before, unable to bear the thought of not seeing her for the customary twenty-four hours. She was more than willing to comply to his will. Her face turned redder still as the veil being placed on her head tickled her cheek, the memory of his caress that night taking her back to a moment she had wished over and over would never come to an end.

 

The night that he first made love to her… two days before their wedding.

 

A shiver raced up her spine at the thought that she'd be alone with him once more that night.

 

Afterall, it would be their wedding night.

 

 

“You know, if you get any redder, no one's gonna be able to recognise you.”

 

Brown eyes widened at the sound of the familiar voice that always had a knack for tearing her mind from her thoughts. Her young friend, now manager, was beaming behind her, her face seeming literally aglow from her reflection in the full-length mirror.

 

“Yuffie… is it really that bad?”

 

The girl's grin widened to the point that her face was almost swallowed by her smile. She nodded giddily before her features schooled into a more neutral tone and she took a seat beside her. Smoothing out her crimson dress in an exaggerated gesture, she began to smile once more.

 

“It's really, really bad Tifa. I always wondered why they call `em `blushing brides'.”

 

Tifa smiled, a bit of the red fading away as her thoughts were no longer on the passion of the night shared not too long ago. “Yuffie… you know… I was so scared that I'd be too afraid to go through with it.”

 

“What are ya talking about? Vinny might be a bit on the cold side,”

 

“He's only like that to you Yuffie.”

 

“But he's a great guy. Not to mention dead sexy.”

 

A bit of blush returned to Tifa's cheeks.

 

“You know what I mean. Though you never exactly lived a life void of good-looking men.” She said, looking pointedly at the door Sephiroth would soon be walking through. “I mean even Vin's boss is a looker. On a side note, he's even wearing black today. As far as anyone knows he only ever wears white. Anyhow, you're lucky to find a man who loves you and you love him back…” She paused, putting a finger to her chin in thought. “Or is that the other way around? Anyway, why would you be afraid of walking down the aisle?”

 

Tifa sighed, shaking her head as Yuffie finished her very rushed speech. “I just…” She said softly, turning her gaze to the roof. “Ever since I learned what love was… I always thought I'd be sharing this day with Cloud.”

 

Yuffie sighed in exasperation. “And here I was getting jealous because I wanna find a love like yours.” She turned her gaze to Tifa, staring at her profile until she turned to meet her eyes. It was one of the few times that she had ever seen her jovial friend carry such a serious expression.

 

“Tifa… forget about that blond looser. He couldn't appreciate what he had, and you've found the someone better you always deserved. Don't let that spiky-haired dumbass ruin your life. Don't you dare think about him, especially today.”

 

 

 

“Aside from the obvious pun, do you know why I choose today?”

 

“Why I said today is the best day for you to get married?”

 

 

Tifa smiled serenely, a solitary tear rolling down her cheek.

 

“Yes.”

 

 

 

Yes…

 

Today is Valentines Day…

 

The day of love…

 

 

 

Yes. As the man she loved as a brother walked her down the aisle, silver clashing beautifully against black, she knew the answer. Yuffie had haunted them for weeks after announcing their engagement to marry on that day, and they eventually yielded to be granted peace.

 

 

Beautiful.

 

That was the only word to describe it.

 

 

They had married outdoors, a peaceful countryside scene fit perfectly with the red and white theme. Red rose petals danced in the morning breeze as she walked arm in arm with her greatest friend, the grassy ground beneath her feet covered with the petals dropped by her cute little flower girl Marlene, who was more than eager to participate. Her father Dyne, although not very familiar with the bride, had allowed Barret to convince him to allow the girl to be a part of the celebration. Her smile was genuine as she gazed at all the faces - some familiar and others not - who had come to share in their happiness on that day. As though it was an organised scheme, everyone was wearing red, black or pink, with white showing minimally.

 

She felt her heart skip a beat as chocolate orbs focused on the figure in black and white standing at the front of the aisle. Ruby eyes fixed solely on her as she approached.

 

He was smiling.

 

And waiting for her.

 

Seeing him smile… always melted her heart.

 

 

 

They snuck away from the crowd after the ceremony, after the introductions, after the photos, after the meal, after the dance and after cutting the cake.

 

Who would have thought that it would be so hard to escape from a crowd?

 

Perhaps, indeed, being the only one in a significant amount of white was a plan.

 

 

He took her by the arm, nearly dragging her behind him with his much longer legs as they made it out of the most crowded room. People were now mingling and snacking, no longer as interested in harassing the couple. He pulled her into the private elevator, ever vigilant for the possibility of a stray guest finding them before they made their escape. She inserted the key to reach the penthouse and pulled him back inside before the doors began to close.

 

His smile was playful as she became the sole focus of his attention.

 

She returned his smile as she realised what was inevitably coming next.

 

 

 

 

Downstairs, a blonde took a leisurely sip from the glass of red wine in his hand, the hint of a smile on his face as he watched a rowdy redhead and the obnoxious Wutanese maid-of-honour. He had just nonchalantly informed them, on their inquiry, that the bride and groom had not only left that room, but were well on their way to theirs. Their reactions were nothing short of hilarious.

 

 

 

Chaste kissing and hushed words let the two into the room, one lifted into the arms of another as they crossed the threshold and travelled to the bed. She smiled as she pulled the tie from his shirt and tossed it into a forgotten corner of the room, knowing that it would have taken him a while to put it on. He was awful at tying ties. She cried out as his lips traced a path up her thigh, higher than where he had slipped her garter down her leg to throw into the crowd hours before. Reno had caught it. Yuffie, however, was the one who caught the bouquet. She had stepped on quite a few toes to accomplish that.

 

She slowly undid the buttons to his shirt before she turned to allow him to unzip the back of her dress. It was not long before they had reduced each other to quivering puddles of naked flesh, both lost in the sensation of touch and taste, want and need. They made love over and over that night. Until both had succumb to exhaustion, too weak and sore to endure any more.

 

 

She was his now… and he was hers.

 

“Tifa…” he whispered hoarsely, tilting her face to his as they lay entangled in each other and red and black sheets. “Happy Valentines Day.”

 

She murmured softly as her eyes fluttered shut. He smiled softly, pulling her closer to him as she drifted into the land of dreams.

 

I love you… my eternal Valentine…

 

 

 

They could not be reached that night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: So, I was gonna put a serious lemon in there for all of you to enjoy, but as you can see, I didn't. This is for several reasons:

 

1. I have no inspiration to

 

2. Couldn't think of anything good enough

 

3. Feeling a bit lazy

 

4. And a bit sad that on the three sites I've posted this story I only got one review for the last chapter. ~sob~ Thanks Vinny The Vampire!

 

Well, on a lighter note, I'll definitely be updating this chapter to include a nice lemon in the future. At least I hope you'll all think it's nice!

 

Please review! Don't make me think you don't care. Do what I try to always do when I find a story I like. I leave a few lines to show my appreciation. It's not that hard!

 

 

For those from AFF

 

On that note, my other story, When Good Men Do Something, will likely be taken down in the near future. Among other reasons, after finding out a bit about what happens in Dirge of Cerberus, I'm liking Lucrecia a whole lot less. So, for those of you who care, I will be finishing that story, but not anytime soon. That said, it won't be posted on AFF when I continue it. I'm seriously considering making it a teen rated story so…

 

 

Femme Fatale is back!