Sometimes she grabs handfuls of his hair and pulls gently so like 17 with mischief creasing her eyes. Sometimes she spreads it black across the white pillow to lie on; a painful pulling closeness. Sometimes she follows him from room to room shouting incandescently until he can no longer listen. Sometimes she demands him right there on the steps, clumsy and rough, making them smile at each other in the fight for seriousness. Sometimes she falls and wails half heartedly at her inelegance. And fighting the dread he chides her as well.

Sometimes he sleeps all day. Sometimes he plays out old conversations in his head ignoring the new ones. Sometimes he runs a finger up her spine while she is busy and says the three little words that thrill her. Never ceasing to surprise and humble her a little but she'll laugh and reply

"Don't you forget it Vincent Valentine" and kisses him deeply like a secret.

~fin~

A/N: Thank you to all of my readers and lovely reviewers. I really did not want to end this and I'm not sure how this will satisfy, but with Green Wedding already laid down there wasn't much left to say without travelling into the rather depressing matter of age and separation which I thoroughly decided against. I'm happy with this, and it will definitely not be the last time that I write Yuffie and Vincent. Thank you again, you have been wonderful.