Author: Trilies
Genre: Romance, Humor, Musical
Word length: 1547
Sypnosis: It's the end of a special night out for two scientific lovebirds.
Yaoi/Yuri/Pairings: Vexen/Lucrecia Crescent of FF7
Notes: This was supposed to be the end of the whole Enchanted musical plot thing, but it demanded to be finished before everything else. XD
Ticket Away from the Titanic
Stretching in a patchwork quilt of heart-song violet, regret black, whispered orange, and the pinprick lights of stars and hope is the sky, flowing all above them. It's a sight of utmost beauty, and he had known she would appreciate it. Even now, her face is lit up in an awestruck smile as she holds onto the railing of the little bridge.
Personally, he thinks the sight is nothing new. It's something he's seen dozens of times before since forming the Organization. The woman before him is a much more stunning sight. Like always, her hair is tied back in that long ponytail of hers, the ribbon he bought for her entwined around the thick strands. With the moonlight hitting it just right, it looks exactly like shimmering ice, perfectly matching the dress she wears. It exposes her shoulders and collarbone to the cool air. Twisting around a part of her upper arms is the twisting golden designs which flow across her chest as well. They weave down her right side until finally separating at her knee. Besides the border decorations of shimmer gold, the rest of her dress starts as a beautiful deep blue before lightening the further down the cloth goes. Tight on her torso before becoming loose and flowing at her hips- it makes her more than beautiful.
There are ways he's sure he could describe that, but he's a scientist, not a sappy poet.
She turns to him, suddenly, her lips quirked softly in a smile as she peers out at him from underneath thick eyelashes. Out of habit, he reaches up to adjust the tie around his neck. Unlike her, he doesn't feel quite as... elegant. He's more used to labcoats and the black of the Organization, not a button-up white shirt and a black waistcoat, or slacks and well-polished shoes.
"Yes?" he ventures after what he feels to be an awkward moment of silence, leaning on the railing with his arms crossed. His jacket is besides him, laid on the wood in a crisp manner.
"It's nothing," Lucrecia says, a blush appearing on her cheeks as she gives a soft laugh. Something inside of Vexen's chest seems to swell; his lungs, he thinks, even as she clasps her hands behind her back. "It's just..." Her gaze slowly goes back up to the night sky. "This has been such a beautiful night. And everything's so wonderful." She closes her eyes, the moonlight shining on her skin. "Thank you, Vexen."
"Beautiful night, hmm?" he murmurs, letting his chin rest in the palm of his hand. Almost against his will and rather subconsciously, he begins to sing under his breath. "Oh this is the night, it's a beautiful night, and we call it bella notte..." He quickly stops, eyes going wide as he realizes what he was doing right as Lucrecia stares at him curiously. There's a moment of thick silence before she starts to just laugh again, and his expression descends into a sullen glare as his face goes red.
"No, no, don't get annoyed!" Lucrecia quickly amends, smiling as she gets closer and lays a hand on one of his arms. "It's just... You're the last person I would have expected to start singing." She thinks she hears him hiss something about a musical, but just ignores it as she wraps her arms around one of his and leans against him, eyes fluttering shut again. He stiffens at the intimacy, but she can feel him slowly begin to relax before he hesitantly leans back against her.
They're both so new to this, but him even moreso, she knows. Nobodies aren't supposed to have feelings, yet here they both are, trying to pursue some sort of relationship, trying to achieve love... Her arms tighten their grip further as she buries her face in his sleeve. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he reaches over to run his hands through her hair, and it reminds her of just how unpredictable he can be at times.
Suddenly, the air seems to grow just a touch cooler, and Lucrecia blinks as she feels an icy touch against her ears. Shivering slightly, she pulls back, and notices that Vexen retreats as well, an awkward look on his face as his hand returns to resting on the railing. He coughs into his fist and looks into the water, blond hair falling into his face. "Since you're such a fan of romantic gestures," he mutters.
Tilting her head in bemusement, Lucrecia carefully raises a hand to her earrings even as she looks over the railing and into the water's reflection. The sight she sees makes her smile slightly, and blush all the harder. Ice has twisted around and covered the little pearl earrings which had dangled from her ears, forming beautiful twisting shapes, detailed more than she can currently see. Giggling and feeling like a schoolgirl, she glances to the side. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Vexen doing the same in the reflection of the water, rubbing the back of his neck. Tentatively, she lets her hand creep across the railing to rest on the one he still has resting there. He straightens, and hesitantly, they both turn to each other again, not quite sure how to go about this.
Then his arm is wrapping around her waist, pulling her close, and her breasts are pressing against his chest; she smiles slowly, while he just keeps the same wide eyed stare he always has when trying to share such intimate moments like these. Resting her remaining palm flat against his chest, she tilts her head to the side, eyelids slipping shut as he does the same. Carefully, their lips brush against each other before the kiss deepens. Fingers slip down from her waist, following the curve of her body down to her legs, cupping the portion of leg just beneath her rear. Gently, they eventually separate, still holding one another close. Resting their foreheads together, they stare into each others' eyes. As always, he makes that small 'Ah' sound of soft surprise, and Lucrecia again laughs softly. "Why do you always do that whenever we kiss?" she asks quietly.
He flushes, eyes narrowing slightly. "I apologize for not becoming adjusted to such a thing quicker," he mutters sardonically, even as his fingers go back up the curve, making her shiver in delight. "But if you insist..." He begins to slowly kiss her neck, making a small trail down to her shoulder as she gasps slightly.
While the two lovers continue lavishing affections upon one another, far off in the bushes across the lake, Zexion covers Xion's eyes and pulls her back, even as he smirks in satisfaction of a plan well accomplished. "Did it work?" Xion squeaks as she's pulled back.
"Oh yes," Zexion says, opening a corridor of darkness. "It worked perfectly."
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Xigbar, as was his personality, really didn't give a rat's a** about other people's privacy, especially when he wanted to talk to them... Which was all the time. Vexen often found himself subject to this unfortunate personality quirk, and so usually took the time to lock every single door into his bedroom and labs.
This was an exercise in uselessness, because if Xigbar wanted to get somewhere, he got there. Still, if only out of tiny little flecks of respect, he often at least checked the locks. Just to make sure.
That's why he's so surprised as the doorknob turns easily in his hand, and his eyebrows rise sky high. With a gigantic, s**t-eatting grin, he slams the door open, laughing as he declares, "Vexen, dude, you're getting-" His words immediately hit a block in his throat, and Xigbar's eyes go from narrowed slyness to wide-eyed shock in record time.
A very gorgeous woman stands there, frozen (but not literally! ) in place, having just managed to somehow avoid the swinging, violent door. Her long brown hair falls down her back and around her shoulders, swinging like left-over movement. Her eyes, a darker and deeper brown than her hair, are just as wide as his. But the most interesting thing is how she is apparently wearing absolutely nothing, besides the long black Organization which she has wrapped tight around her, the hood slipping down slightly to reveal her bare shoulders and the bottoms showing the skin of her lower thighs and feet.
An awkward moment of silence.
The woman, a very familiar one to Xigbar, squeaks in surprise, still in shock.
Xigbar grins in a manner even more s**t-eatting than normal.
"Oh, Vexen, you sly dog-"
"XIGBAR!"
And that would be the Chilly Academic in question.
In the next sixty seconds, Xigbar spends his time avoiding every variety of ice magic possible, including a few that he's sure are bullshitting every rule of physics. (Although, he does do that on a regular basis. ) After those sixty second are up, Xigbar bursts out of Vexen's room like he's being chased by the hounds of hell, cackling madly all the while. "YOU SCORED!" he crows to the ceiling, only to yelp when a hardened snowball slams into the back of his head, sending him tumbling through a dark corridor.
Standing in his open doorway, Vexen growls, completely red in the face and ice still clinging to his fingertips. "Does no one know what the word privacy means!?" he snarls, only to be pulled back into his room.
