Chance

It was an innocent mistake the first time. Well, innocent on her part, anyway. The same could not be said for the two Shinra security grunts Elena had caught using the security monitors as their own personal porn channel. She would take them to task for ignoring the rest of the monitors... just as soon as she was able to tear her own eyes away from the screen they were watching. Wow. Who knew Reno was that flexible?

General security wasn't normally the job of the Turks; their skills were much more useful in more advanced and specialized capacities. Tseng preferred that they make occasional unscheduled checks of the security of the main building, however, and that was what Elena was supposed to be doing right now.

Heat rushed to her cheeks as she stared at the monitor, her breath coming a little fast. Rude and Reno were... well, she'd often suspected that they might be... people always joked that Rude must have a hell of a good reason to put up with Reno, but...

She really ought to finish one of those thoughts, rather than continuing to start new ones. That would require higher brain functions, though, and at the moment they appeared to be beyond her grasp.

Neither of the other two Turks had ever much interested Elena. Not her type, she supposed, combined with the fact that as fellow Turks she was supposed to keep her mind on business with them.

Not that they seemed worried about maintaining a professional relationship. Rude had Reno up against the wall in one of the smaller conference rooms. The same one, she noted distantly, that Rufus had been scheduled to used to speak to some of his more... eccentric investors that afternoon. Reno and Rude had been on the roster for 'bodyguard and encouragement' for that session, if she remembered correctly.

The only bodies they were concerned about guarding at the moment were each other's. One of Reno's knees was hooked over Rude's shoulder, pressed up tight against his body by the weight of the larger man leaning against him. Elena wasn't sure, but she didn't think his other leg was even touching the ground. Their open suit jackets hid a lot of what was going on, but Reno had tossed his head back against the wall and his expression was clearly visible to the camera. The look of breathless ecstasy on the redhead's face left no question about exactly what was happening behind the shield of that dark fabric.

It was his expression that left Elena equally breathless and leaning against the doorjamb for support, her knees too weak to hold her up on their own. Reno was always in motion, always talking and laughing and snarking and just living, like a candle that's determined to burn brighter than any sun. No one expression ever seemed to stay on his face for more than a minute. In sharp contrast, at the moment he seemed to be helpless in the face of the pleasure Rude was giving him, just lost in sensation and raw passion.

She'd never seen anyone look like that before. Part of her couldn't help imagining what it would be like to have that expression focused on her. A much larger part of her was absorbed in thinking about what it would take to make a similar expression appear on her face. Yet another part was noting the way Rude's broad shoulders seemed almost to dwarf Reno's slender body, and wondering how it would feel to have someone so powerful and potentially lethal pressed up against her.

There was no sound, but she could see that for once Reno wasn't talking. He seemed to be too busy gasping for breath, one hand clutching at a light fixture above him to steady him as Rude rocked into him in a rhythm as old as the crash of waves on the shore. It wasn't until Elena caught herself wishing she could see Rude's expression as well that she realized how far her mind had strayed from the job she was supposed to be doing.

Drawing in a slow, steady breath, she closed her eyes and gripped the doorjamb tightly enough to make it creak under the pressure. When she'd regained a modicum of control, she opened her eyes again and smoothed her face into her 'business' expression.

"Gentlemen." Her voice cracked over the small room like a whip, startling the two oblivious guards so badly that one of them nearly fell out of his chair. She was proud that her tone was cool and disdainful, betraying no indication of the way the sight of the two men fucking had affected her.

"M-Ms. Elena!" choked out the one who hadn't nearly fallen. "Uh... we were just..."

"I can see what you were 'just'," she replied, tone dropping another few degrees in temperature. One of them actually shivered, which pleased her. "Perhaps you should 'just' be paying attention to the rest of the hundred and sixty seven camera views of this part of the building. While I'm certain the show on that one monitor is fascinating, the president would be highly displeased to find out someone had managed to break into Shinra headquarters because his security guards couldn't be bothered to do their jobs."

Flicking a glance at the monitor despite her best intentions to keep her eyes off it, Elena was forced to pause for a moment to catch her breath. Reno had thrown his head further back, his mouth open and his knuckles white on the light fixture, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief. Somehow she knew he was screaming, and not the wild battle cry he sometimes gave when he was really riled by a fight.

Thankfully the guards took her hesitation as an indication that she expected them to answer rather than a sign that she was distracted. "Yes ma'am!" "No ma'am, it won't happen again!"

"See that it doesn't," she snapped, tearing her eyes away again and glaring at the two of them. They'd scrambled to their feet and turned to salute her, and it would have taken someone a great deal more naive than any Turk could ever be to miss the unmistakable evidence of their reactions to the scene on the monitor.

"All things considered, you'd probably be wise to simply check that particular camera briefly to see if they're gone, until they're done," she added contemptuously. "I doubt you'll have any security breaches to worry about in that room while they're there." Anyone stupid enough to make trouble in that area would find themselves swiftly confronted by two fully armed and extremely competent Turks - off duty or not, 'distracted' or not. Who, it should be noted, would probably be just a little pissy at having been interrupted. No, the guards could safely ignore that area for now.

She waited until they'd changed the settings on the monitors, tapping her foot impatiently while they jabbed at the controls. Once she was satisfied, she turned sharply on her heel to continue her patrol route. She couldn't resist tossing back over her shoulder, "Expect more frequent inspections, gentlemen, and a talking-to from your supervisor." She didn't feel even a little bit of guilt at the thought that they might well be fired on the basis of her report. Shinra Corporation didn't tolerate incompetence on any level.

The door to the security room clicked shut behind her, and she strode off down the corridor. The low heels of her boots made a sharp noise on the expensive tiles of the floor, echoing through the empty hallways. It was late enough that almost everyone had gone home. The president was still here, though, and that meant at least some of his Turks were still on duty.

Pray to Ramuh that he would go home soon, Elena thought to herself. Her knees were shaking and she couldn't get the image of Reno's face out of her mind's eye, but she wouldn't be off duty until Rufus left the building. And thank Shiva that it was Tseng's responsibility to see him safely home tonight, not hers. She didn't think she could keep her composure that long.

For the moment, however, she forced herself to stay alert and wary. She was a Turk, and she had a job to do. Not for nothing had she struggled to improve enough to earn the respect of her fellow Turks, and she wasn't going to throw that away now just because an entirely new appreciation for the sex appeal of two of her comrades had made her a little jittery.

She did make a point to avoid that particular corridor on this section of her patrol, however. There were some things she just wasn't brave enough to face, Turk or not.

The rest of her rounds were uneventful. She was just debating whether she should double back a few sections and drop in on those guards again to make sure they hadn't just switched the monitors back the moment she'd left, when her communicator beeped. Pushing her sleeve back, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a text message from Tseng that Rufus was ready to go home.

Somehow she managed to get through her quick debriefing with Tseng without betraying the majority of her internal turmoil. She couldn't quite control her blush entirely, and he raised an eyebrow and asked if she was coming down with a fever. Wordlessly she shook her head, not trusting her voice. After studying her a moment longer, he dismissed her with a nod and a reminder that she was on duty first thing in the morning.

The ride home was a blur for Elena. She was just lucky that there were few people in Midgar stupid enough to mess with a Turk, and that she'd been one long enough now to be recognized as such. She didn't encounter any trouble on her way, for which she was grateful. Perhaps Reno would have welcomed a fight as a distraction from troublesome thoughts; she just wanted to go home, soak in a hot bath to relax her tense muscles, and get a good night's sleep. And, most of all, she wanted to forget about what she'd accidentally seen.

Her apartment was nothing fancy, though by the standards of Midgar these days it was practically a mansion. Rufus took good care of his Turks and always had, but even after years of rebuilding Midgar still didn't have many 'nice' areas. Cracked walls and leaky pipes notwithstanding, it was home and that was all she cared about at the moment.

Stepping inside, she toed off her boots and tossed her keys onto the side table. The alarm was reset with a quick punch of a few buttons, and once it was secure she felt safe enough to remove her jacket and unsling her holster and materia bracer. The gun and bracer went on pegs by the door where she could grab them easily if she had to leave in a hurry, and she headed deeper into the apartment.

The bathroom was tiny, with hardly enough room to turn around in. It had been a small room to start with, but the oversized tub had crowded things to the point of the ridiculous. The deep porcelain bathtub was one of her few indulgences. It had cost her a whole month's pay, but it was worth every penny and then some after a long day at work.

Twisting the hot water tap, she turned it on full and set the plug in the drain. Steam immediately began to rise from the water, and she smiled. For her last birthday, Reno and Rude had very sweetly gone to have a talk with the building superintendent about the fact that he'd repeatedly ignored her complaints that the hot water never worked. She'd never had a problem getting a hot bath again.

Thinking about that inevitably drew her mind back to the events of the night, however, and her smile faded. Dragging her mind from the topic by force of will, she stood from the side of the tub and moved into the bedroom. Her suit and blouse got hung up neatly in the closet; Rufus would not tolerate anything less than impeccable grooming in his Turks, an attitude shared by Tseng. Intimates went into the laundry hamper, and Elena wrapped herself in a plush bathrobe to wait for the tub to fill.

On an impulse she ducked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine. Good wine; the bottle Tseng had given her for that same birthday, which she'd been saving for some unspecified 'occasion'. Tonight was as good a night as any.

By now the water was high enough to be worth getting into. Setting the bottle and a wineglass on the side of the tub, Elena stripped off the bathrobe and hung it on the back of the door after she closed it. The tiny bathroom would be full of steam in moments, but that would just help the aromatic oils she was about to pour into the water to permeate the room.

She chose lavender and chamomile for stress relief, and in moments the scents filled the room along with the steam. Sliding into the hot water, she let out a sigh of pleasure and some relief. Now she just had to let the wine and water work their magic and she'd be able to relax enough to sleep.

Pouring a glass of the wine, she savoured the rich fruity scent rising from the liquid. It mixed pleasantly with the smells of the oils, and the taste of it was just as good as the scent promised. Any thoughts of draining the glass were immediately set aside; wine this good deserved to be appreciated, not gulped down like a cheap hi-potion.

Once the tub was full as it could get without spilling over the sides, Elena nudged the tap off with her foot and slid down until everything was covered but her head and the very tops of her knees, and the hand that held her glass. The water was just barely on the tolerable side of too hot, exactly the way she liked it. It slid along her sensitized skin like a lover's caress, raising goose flesh despite the heat.

Of course, any lover she might someday take wouldn't have hands as smooth as the water was. Even hers were calloused by her weapons and hand-to-hand practice, and Reno teased her often enough about how soft her hands were compared to the rest of them. She closed her eyes and ran her free hand along her abdomen and hip, feeling the way the callous caught and tugged at the softer skin. Yes, more like that. As good as the water felt, the contrast of rough and smooth felt better.

The look on Reno's face had definitely indicated that he didn't mind the callous on Rude's hands, and she was fairly certain the older man had been running his hands up under Reno's shirt. He'd been arching up like it felt good, like he couldn't get enough of it. Or maybe that didn't have anything to do with Rude's hands...

Gasping, Elena's eyes flew open as she realized where her thoughts had gone. Hadn't she been trying to forget about what she'd seen? It wasn't right for her to think about her coworkers that way. Her obviously taken and probably-not-interested-in-women coworkers, at that. She shouldn't have even watched as long as she had. It had been a private moment, not intended for public consumption.

Then again... this was Reno she was talking about, though Rude could generally be counted on to provide some grounding for his capricious partner. She knew where every camera in the building was, surely they must as well. Which implied that either they didn't care that someone would almost certainly have been watching... or that was part of the thrill of it.

Raising her glass for a sip of wine to help cool her heated cheeks, she was startled to realize it was already empty. Surely she hadn't drunk it all already? Apparently she had. Pouring another, she tried to focus on the dark stream of liquid rather than the possible exhibitionist tendencies of some of her fellow Turks. It was none of her business, and she had no place thinking about it.

No matter how much her body was throbbing in reaction to the thoughts that had been plaguing her since the moment she opened the security room door. Biting back a moan, Elena tried to ignore the way her breasts felt heavy and her groin ached. If she forced herself to be honest, she had to admit that her panties had been pretty much soaked through from the moment she'd left that monitor room. Most of her discomfort the rest of the night had been from walking around when she was that wet with arousal, and every step she took only rubbed the fabric of her panties up against her swollen clit.

She didn't want to be honest, though. Bad enough that she'd had that embarrassing and far too childish crush on Tseng. She didn't need to start blushing and getting wet every time she caught sight of Reno or Rude. She shouldn't be thinking about the look on Reno's face, or the slow, teasing, deliberate pace Rude had been setting, or the way Reno had clearly been screaming at the end...

Shiva save her, maybe she should have run a cold bath. Now she just felt feverish, like her skin wasn't big enough to contain her. When she realized the second glass of wine had disappeared as quickly as the first, she decided she'd probably be better off not pouring a third.

Now more wound up than she had been when she first got into the bath, Elena moaned and tilted her head back, resting it against the side of the tub. She was never going to get to sleep like this. Without really meaning to, she raised one hand to cup her breast, the small mound heavy in her hand, the nipple stiff against her palm. She shuddered as the sensation rippled over her. Unless she wanted to be a sleepless wreck tomorrow when she showed up for her morning shift, she had to rid herself of some of this tension.

It wouldn't be the first time she'd touched herself in the bath, and likely not the last either. Women had needs too, after all. She just had to concentrate on the sensations of her own body, and not let her mind drift to speculations about her fellow Turks.

Her thumb brushed over her nipple with more deliberate force, and she moaned at the streak of heat that ran straight from there to her crotch. How long had it been since she'd done this? Too long. There had been times when she had deliberately resisted the urge as long as possible, just to be able to feel this mindless, pleasurable need that gripped her now. Her other hand came up, and she pinched both nipples between her fingers, teasing and tormenting them until they grew almost too sensitive to bear the touch.

Sliding a little further down in the tub, Elena spread her legs as far as the sides would allow her. Her breathing had sped into needy little pants, her mouth half open to let her get more air as she gasped. Releasing her nipples, she just cupped her breasts for a moment, squeezing and kneading the heavy flesh gently. She was flat enough that it embarrassed her sometimes, but her hands were small and she couldn't quite cover all of her breasts. They would be swallowed up in the hands of any of the others, though. Even Reno's slender hands were nearly twice the size of hers, and Rude or Tseng would...

Oh, Ramuh, she was doing it again. Whimpering, she tried not to let herself imagine that hands other than her own were touching her, rubbing over the sensitive skin and rousing her to a fever pitch. Tried not to wonder whether her expression was anything like Reno's had been, or what his hands might feel like as compared to Rude's. Tried not to imagine the feel of a hot mouth against the side of her neck, or the way the stubble of a seven o'clock shadow would burn her skin. Which would be rougher, the callous on his hands or the scrape of the skin on his jaw?

Squirming in the water, Elena panted and wondered where all the oxygen in the room had gone. Normally she enjoyed teasing herself, drawing out the pleasure as long as she could stand it, but tonight she was starting to think that wasn't such a good idea. Better to get it over with, before her subconscious could corrupt her any further.

Releasing one breast, she slid her hand down until her fingers met the tightly curled hair between her thighs. Despite the water the curls were slick with heavier moisture, and she gasped at the feel of it. Shiva, she was so wet! Normally she wouldn't get this wet until the very end, if then. Moaning, she slipped one finger inside the folds of flesh and stroked gently at her clit, half afraid of how intense the sensation would be.

Sparks shot through her whole body and she shuddered hard enough that the water threatened to slop over the sides of the tub. Knowing she should end it quickly, she still couldn't resist the urge to keep the strokes light to allow her to enjoy this intensity as long as possible. Despite all the steam in the air her throat was dry as she continued to tease herself, stroking and rubbing and circling her clit without giving herself the firm touch she needed.

Her cunt ached with the feeling of emptiness, and her other hand slowly trailed down as well. She'd never been good at reaching orgasm without feeling something inside her, preferably deep and hard and thick inside her. Her fingers were a poor substitute for what she really wanted, but they would have to do for now.

Groaning at the feeling of two fingers sliding inside, her back arched without her meaning to. Slick heat pressed close against her fingers, her inner muscles clamping down to make the most of the intrusion. Her other hand was still teasing at her clit, drawing out the strokes until she was shuddering by the end of each one.

Had Rude wrapped one of his hands around Reno and stroked him as he thrust? Or had he just pressed close enough that the redhead's cock was caught between their bodies and let the friction of their movements do the work for him? Lifting her hand away from her clit, Elena shivered and cried out hoarsely at the loss of sensation. Reno would have cursed Rude out for stopping, she was sure, no matter how good the thrusts inside felt. She added another finger, her hips moving with the rhythm as she fucked herself onto her own hand.

It was too much, and it wasn't nearly enough. Curling her fingers up, she pressed hard against the wall of her cunt, whimpering as the pressure made waves of heat and tension wash over her. Now she felt almost full enough, but her clit was aching for lack of attention. One touch, maybe two, was all it would take to finish her. Instead Elena lifted her shaking hand back to her breast, playing with the rock-hard nipple. Any thoughts of ending it quickly had flown right out of her head, along with whatever restraint she'd been attempting to impose on her imagination.

What had Rude done to make Reno scream like that? Had he been teasing too, pushing Reno to his limit and beyond until the redhead was begging him for more? Sweet Shiva, now that was an image to get off on: Reno begging and pleading as he writhed under Rude's hands, whimpering with the torture of it.

Unable to take it any more, Elena ran her hand back down along her quivering stomach muscles and caught her clit between two fingers. Pinching and rubbing them back and forth, she didn't so much push herself over the edge as throw herself wholeheartedly.

Water splashed everywhere as her body jerked, spasms wracking her as orgasm hit her like a third-level lightning spell. Vaguely she was aware that she was screaming hard enough that she was going to be hoarse tomorrow morning, but she couldn't bring herself to care. It felt so good, her inner muscles clenching so hard around her fingers she actually pushed them out of her.

It didn't last long enough, it never did. Too soon what had been exquisitely pleasurable stimulation became painful overstimulation, and she had to stop. Breathless and shivering, she lay in the cooling water and stared up at the ceiling, dazed. So much for not thinking about them any more.

Well. Now it was out of her system, and while she would undoubtedly blush horribly around the two of them for the next few days, she could at least console herself with the thought that they had almost certainly been getting off on knowing that someone was watching them. She'd just obliged them, that was all.

And the important thing was, it would never happen again.

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