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Cid was restless. Why? Well, he didn’t have a certain gunman beside him in bed. Vincent was off on some mission somewhere and he’d be gone for three weeks. He’d already been gone for two, and it was seriously getting to Cid.
Vincent was probably asleep. It was sometime past midnight, Cid didn’t really have the motivation to check the clock. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone, flipped to Vincent’s contact and sent him a text.
C: You up?
V: Yes. What do you need?
Cid paused. An almost immediate answer from Vincent was unusual.
C: Nothing. I just miss you.
V: You’re up so late because you miss me?
C: God forbid a man misses his partner.
C: You’ve been gone for a while. When do you think you’re coming back to Rocket Town?
V: You make it sound like I live there. I’ll come to visit sometime next week.
C: Next week? I don’t think I can wait that long.
V: Have patience, Cid. You’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m going to be gone for another two years.
C: You’re cruel bringing that up. This is soooo much worse.
V: Why? You’ve been away from me for two years without contact. A few weeks with contact should be fine, my dear.
C: That’s the thing. I wasn’t able to contact you. Now that you have a phone, it’s so much worse. I can talk to you and see you, but I can’t have you here with me.
V: Poor thing.
C: ):
V: Oh no, why are you so sad?
C: Because I can’t hold you.
V: Haha, very funny.
C: It’s not funny. I’m being serious.
C: It’s hard to sleep without you, Vince.
V: For a man who often says that he doesn’t need anyone, you’re quite needy.
C: Oh, give me a break. Like you wouldn’t feel the same way.
V: Alright, you have me there. The company of another is often preferable to being alone. Except for when the company lays his full body weight on me.
C: You’re so mean. I was asleep.
V: You should be asleep right now. It’s two in the morning, love.
C: But I want to talk to you.
V: We can talk in the morning. Or any time that isn’t the witching hour.
C: Call me right now.
V: Why? I can call you later.
C: Please?
C: I just want to hear you. It’s killing me, Vince. That I can’t have you here with me.
V: Don’t tell me that you’re just going to jack off the second I start talking. I will hang up on you if you do.
C: Why would I do something that you don’t like? Just call me, please.
V: Fine.
Cid’s phone started ringing mere moments later. He picked up immediately, putting his phone up to his ear. “Hi Vince.”
“You sound so sleepy, dearest,” Vincent cooed. His voice was gentle, it usually was when Cid got like this. He needed to feel like he was being babied or something along those lines. Vincent knew just how to do that.
“I’ve been in bed for a while,” Cid replied.
Untrue, technically. Cid hadn’t been in bed for “a while.” He tried to go to sleep, got up and smoked a cigarette over the course of an hour and a half, then went back to bed.
“Suprising your body hasn’t just shut down,” Vincent remarked.
“Maybe I don’t feel safe,” Cid joked. His attempt at humor was met with nothing. “I miss you a lot.”
Vincent chuckled. “I know. I miss you too. Sleeping in a cold bed is the worst.”
“Can you convince the client to let you come home early?” Cid asked. His voice was laced with a tone of desperation.
“You know the answer to that question. I’ll be home in a week, my love,” Vincent sighed.
Cid rolled onto his back. He grumbled, feigning complete sadness. He knew it wouldn’t be wise for Vincent to leave his assignment early. Cid would never get mad at him for that.
“Did you call me just so you could listen to me talk?” Vincent asked. That was one of the more reasonable options. There was also that Cid needed a distraction, he was hard and needed to hear him or a few other things that Vincent would rather not think about.
“No,” Cid deflected. “I called you so I could have a normal human conversation with you.”
Vincent hummed. “And yet you are probably struggling to keep your eyes open.”
“I am not,” Cid grumbled. He certainly was.
“I know you well enough, my dear. If I talk for long enough you usually fall right asleep,” Vincent remarked.
As unfortunate as it was, that was true. Vincent’s voice was very soothing and very comforting. Especially when he was praising Cid for making it through a long day of repairs on the airships or Tiny Bronco. Those days usually ended in something a lot different than just sleeping.
“Maybe I should get a body pillow,” Cid murmured. “It would help me with the snuggling issue.”
“A body pillow might be a wonderful investment,” Vincent agreed. “Have you found it difficult to sleep without someone to lay next to?”
“Yes, you know that,” Cid huffed. “I’ve got so used to it that my neck hurts when I don’t sleep like I usually do.”
“Because you’re usually curled in my arms.” Cid knew that Vincent wasn’t deliberately trying to tease him. Despite that knowledge, all the snide remarks he was making felt like an attempt to.
Cid sighed. “You should probably go to sleep, handsome.”
“I could say the same to you,” Vincent replied.
“I don’t have to do anything when I wake up. Cloud ‘n Tifa are coming over in the afternoon and that’s it. You have a job to do,” Cid pointed out.
A hum of agreement sounded over the phone. “Alright then. Don’t stay up too much longer.”
“I won’t. I love you, Vince.”
“As do I, my dearest captain.”