She was always distracting--always had been for him. Full attention, left hand sliding around to cup the back of her neck so softly. Holding her there, breathing her in and part of him wondering if he'd finally gone mad.
If he had, he never wanted to recover. It was amazing to him, feeling and hearing his heart skip, blood rushing in his ears in joy. Amazing also that he heard the click of a doorknob turning, as focused as Vincent was and finally at some form of peace.
It was a disruption--and his reflexes hadn't suffered at all. The click of the door, and his hand left her cheek and her warm touch. Sliding easily down to draw pistol from its spot at his hip. Not even looking as the door creaked and time seemed to slow.
Barrel aimed unerringly at the entry way to the living room right as a voice called out "Heeelloo?" and a lanky framed turk with flame-red hair stepped in. Stopping short at the sight of the weapon aimed at him.
At the same time as Vincent had breathed against her mouth, an apology, then turned his head enough to see whom their intruder was.
"Holy shit!" Hands up defensively, body poised from one step to the next as Reno had frozen.
"Reno." Low voiced, crimson-eyes narrowing and clearly not happy to see the other Turk. Warning him, for more than just walking in unexpectedly. "Right...yeah..I'll..." A pause and Reno shifted his weight backwards, still with his hands up and aquamarine eyes wide. "Later. Right. Later..." Not hard at all for him to turn and flee.
Right before the door shut there was a white blur with red-trailing scarf that zipped by, Ophelia moving quickly to go intercept the other Turk and on damage control. Smart and brave moogle, who could move very quickly when she wanted. This, she absolutely wanted to move fast on--and Reno would regret it if he was going to spill this and ruin it before Vincent was ready for it to be known.
In any case, the moment was over although they remained still for another heartbeat. Then Vincent's gaze slid back to her own. Leaning in briefly to kiss her quickly, apologizing. For his pulling back a moment later, holstering his weapon and getting to his feet fully, free hand sliding around to brush her cheek and mouth once more. "Lucrecia..."
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Date: 2016-02-25 08:20 am (UTC)If he had, he never wanted to recover. It was amazing to him, feeling and hearing his heart skip, blood rushing in his ears in joy. Amazing also that he heard the click of a doorknob turning, as focused as Vincent was and finally at some form of peace.
It was a disruption--and his reflexes hadn't suffered at all. The click of the door, and his hand left her cheek and her warm touch. Sliding easily down to draw pistol from its spot at his hip. Not even looking as the door creaked and time seemed to slow.
Barrel aimed unerringly at the entry way to the living room right as a voice called out "Heeelloo?" and a lanky framed turk with flame-red hair stepped in. Stopping short at the sight of the weapon aimed at him.
At the same time as Vincent had breathed against her mouth, an apology, then turned his head enough to see whom their intruder was.
"Holy shit!" Hands up defensively, body poised from one step to the next as Reno had frozen.
"Reno." Low voiced, crimson-eyes narrowing and clearly not happy to see the other Turk. Warning him, for more than just walking in unexpectedly. "Right...yeah..I'll..." A pause and Reno shifted his weight backwards, still with his hands up and aquamarine eyes wide. "Later. Right. Later..." Not hard at all for him to turn and flee.
Right before the door shut there was a white blur with red-trailing scarf that zipped by, Ophelia moving quickly to go intercept the other Turk and on damage control. Smart and brave moogle, who could move very quickly when she wanted. This, she absolutely wanted to move fast on--and Reno would regret it if he was going to spill this and ruin it before Vincent was ready for it to be known.
In any case, the moment was over although they remained still for another heartbeat. Then Vincent's gaze slid back to her own. Leaning in briefly to kiss her quickly, apologizing. For his pulling back a moment later, holstering his weapon and getting to his feet fully, free hand sliding around to brush her cheek and mouth once more. "Lucrecia..."