Recluse

Cid let out a heavy sigh as he leaned back in his recliner. He took a long drag off of his cig as he stared absently at the ceiling, his mind racing. He had to think of a way. He just had to. One problem: Vincent was, well…to put it simply, a recluse. And that put a kink into all of his plans. If it weren’t for that, Cid was sure that they’d be, well…whatever comes after ‘friend’ and before ‘lover.’ Boyfriend…yeah, that would work for now. Vincent would be his boyfriend by now if the gunman wasn’t so damned shy. It seemed that every time he tried to make his feelings known, every time he was about to say those three magic words, something would always spook Vincent and send him right back into his room.

Just like a sensitive chocobo…

Sighing softly, Cid got up and smothered his cig. Didn’t want to let Vincent know he was coming, not like he couldn’t smell the cigarette smoke that had seeped into his clothes. But oh well. At least the familiar scent wouldn’t spook him. And he would approach him just like he always did and carefully wrap his arms around Vincent’s waist so that wouldn’t spook him either. And he would rest his chin on Vincent’s shoulder like he always did, and he wouldn’t close the door like he did last time so Vincent wouldn’t completely panic again. Okay, that would work. Now all he had to do was make sure that nothing spooked the gunman. And by ‘nothing,’ he meant he had to keep Shera from coming in and ruining everything. But what were the chances of him being able to keep her away? Hmm…not very high. Oh well. It was worth a shot.

Cid glanced around the corner to see Shera still cooking. A small grin spread across the pilot’s face as he quietly crawled out of his chair, climbed the stairs and slipped into the hall, heading for Vincent’s room. Okay, everything was going perfect so far. Shera was busy so she couldn’t make Vincent feel uneasy. Why Vincent always felt so threatened whenever Shera was around, he swore he’d never know, but as long as she was downstairs, things should go okay.

Quietly pushing open Vincent’s door, Cid peeked inside. Vincent was inside, as usual, and sorting through the large bookcase Cid had put in there for him. The pilot quietly slipped in and loosely wrapped his arms around the gunman’s waist.

Vincent tensed slightly at the sudden and unexpected contact but soon relaxed when he felt a stubbled chin rest on his shoulder and a familiar scent greeted him. He glanced over his shoulder at the pilot, a small smile on his lips. “Hello Cid.”

“Hey Vince. Whatcha doin’?” Cid asked as he gently nuzzled the side of Vincent’s neck, earning him a quiet and soft moan from the gunman.

“I was about to put my book away. And I thank you for putting this bookcase in my room. I greatly appreciate it.” Cid merely chuckled softly and carefully spun Vincent around before lightly pushing him against the bookcase, a playful smirk gracing his lips as he kept Vincent’s wrists loosely pinned against the shelves just above his head and made sure not to press the ex-Turk into the shelves and books that were behind him.

“Do ya really have ta use so many fuckin’ words jus’ ta say that ya like somethin’?”

“Is that a problem?” Vincent asked softly, his voice low. Cid merely shook his head and playfully nuzzled Vincent’s collarbones.

“Naw, it ain’t a problem. Ya just use too many words ta say somethin’ like that.” Vincent relaxed completely and moaned softly.

“Alright, then I’ll try again. Thank you Cid, for the bookcase. I love it.” Cid smirked up at him and ghosted his lips against Vincent’s, their breath mingling.

“And is that the only thing ya love?” A light blush gave color to Vincent’s cheeks as he shook his head slightly.

“No…I do love other things.”

“Like…?” Cid mumbled softly against Vincent’s lips, his eyes slowly falling closed.

Vincent whimpered slightly, his breathing quickening and his eyes also closing. “Like…Like…” A soft moan escaped Vincent’s mouth as he felt Cid lean in slightly, their lips barely touching.

“Oh Cid, Vincent, lunch is…Oh.” Shera stood frozen in the doorway, a deep blush on her cheeks. “Um…I’ll just…” She quickly disappeared down the hall once she fully understood the situation, and at seeing the glare that Cid shot her.

The pilot quickly turned his attention back to Vincent once she was gone, his glare now a playful smirk. “So…what was it that ya said ya love?” He whispered softly against Vincent’s lips, smirking at the blush that was on Vincent’s cheeks. “Well…?”

Vincent didn’t answer, but rather, pulled free and quickly shoved the pilot through the door, locking it securely behind him.
Cid groaned loudly and leaned against the door, mumbling obscurities under his breath. Why…Why did Shera have to come in at that exact moment and have to spook Vincent? And why did Vincent have to always be so spooked whenever someone would interrupt them whenever they were like that? Why?

Cid carefully jiggled the doorknob, hoping that by some way, the door wasn’t locked, but groaned loudly when he found that yes, the door was indeed, securely locked. Vincent was spooked and had now locked himself in his room…again. Well, there goes that plan… Guess it’s time for the next idea…whatever that idea may be….