Tattoos and Strawberry Shampoo 

Cid slid down the wall, scraping his shoulder against the window sill and not caring. Vincent planted himself in the pilot's lap, his legs firmly twined around the man's waist before he deigned to end the kiss, his fingers still linked behind Cid's neck.

Cid took a shuddery breath and looked up at the gunman, blinking as water ran from his hair into his eyes. "So..." He managed. "Is this still 'observation'?"

"Mm." Vincent shifted slightly, folds of towel rippling between their bodies. "No, I think I'm done 'observing' you, Highwind."

"Ah." Cid's hands came up and settled on Vincent's narrow waist. "And have you come to a conclusion?" He asked.

Vincent almost smiled as he leaned closer. "Yes." He stated. "I've concluded that you taste damned good." Cid opened his mouth to say something, what, he wasn't sure, but he was cut off by Vincent's lips descending on his own.

Adobe Photoshop 7.0 and some stock art.

Snippit written by Teri M. White

Cid Highwind and Vincent Valentine © Square Enix

Artwork © 2006. Kerstin A. Moranec

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