Coincidence

The second time was still a mistake, but it was considerably less innocent. Elena had gotten all the way home to her apartment before discovering that she'd apparently left her keys somewhere at work. She could probably have broken into the apartment, but not without setting off her alarm. That would bring the rest of the Turks straight to her place; their house alarms were set to trigger an alert on all their comm units. There was no reason to drag Reno and Rude away from whatever they were up to, or Tseng away from his duty guarding Rufus, just because she'd been foolish enough to forget her keys.

So she made her way back to Shinra Corp, grumbling to herself the whole way. Of course it had to be a night when she didn't have to stay late that she would forget the damn things. In some ways she would have minded less if it had happened after she'd already spent most of the night working; this was a waste of one of her relatively rare nights off.

The guards checked her badge even though they recognized her, she was pleased to note. Apparently her little discussion with the head of security after last week's fiasco had caused the man to tighten security a bit. That was always good, though she wasn't naive enough to believe it would last.

Rufus was working late tonight, but she knew it was all paperwork. That meant he would be in his office, and Tseng would be in his. Neither would have to know she'd made such an idiot of herself, unless Tseng happened to come out of his office and see her searching through the lounge.

She was wrapped up in berating herself for her stupidity, and missed the significance of the sounds coming from the lounge until it was too late. The lounge door opened on silent hinges as she pushed it open... and she froze in the doorway, stopped short by the sight before her for the second time in a week.

Her first thought was that the grainy black-and-white security footage hadn't done the look on Reno's face justice. The redhead was sprawled out over one of the leather couches, at an angle to the door. One arm was stretched along the back of the couch, and he had one of his booted feet propped against the low table in front of the couch. His head was tilted back, a look of smug bliss on his face, but she couldn't seem to decide whether to stare at his face, or his other hand.

The one that was stroking slowly over his hard cock, thrusting up from his open pants and the nest of curls barely glimpsed within. So much for that theory, she thought, dazed. He really is a natural redhead.

His eyes were half open, but he was mercifully not looking in her direction. She didn't think he'd seen her hovering there in the doorway. All she had to do was back out silently, not draw his attention, and she could pretend this had never happened. Never mind how incredibly wanton and... and... and fuckable he looked, sprawled out like that as he fisted himself. Never mind the way she'd probably soaked through her panties again the moment she saw him like that. She had to get out of there before he saw her and things got ridiculously awkward between them.

Then her eyes finally followed his, and she saw what he was looking at. The gasp that escaped her was entirely involuntary; she couldn't have stayed silent if her life depended on it. Somebody - presumably Reno - had patched the security feed into the big screen television that dominated one wall of their lounge. The image was still grainy and black and white, but it was life-size and the details really didn't matter.

Tseng was in his office, all right. He was bent over his desk, an expression on his face that was closer to torture than pleasure, his pants down around his ankles. The angle of the camera let her see that he was trying to force something into his own ass, presumably the reason for his expression. Why he was doing something like that, in his office while he was on duty, she had no idea. Of all the Turks she'd never imagined being - what was the word? a bottom? - Tseng was at the top of the list. Of the Turks she would have thought might ever do something like that while on duty, he wasn't even on the list.

Whatever the reason, however unexpected it was to see it, it was still the single hottest thing she'd ever seen in her life. Her entire body throbbed with the pulse of her arousal, and she could feel the heat and wetness gathering between her thighs. Her breasts felt heavy, aching, and she could hardly stand as her knees threatened to give out on her. She might have gotten over her inappropriate crush on Tseng, but he was still the epitome of everything she found most attractive in a man.

The gasp had been audible, though. Reno was lost enough in his own pleasure that it seemed to be taking him a moment to register and respond to it, but she knew he would. Turning on her heel she fled blindly, unable to see past the image of Tseng that was burned into her retinae.

Her reaching hand finally found the door she sought, and she slammed into the woman's bathroom. Letting the door fall shut behind her she leaned against the nearest wall, gasping for breath and fighting to control her shaking limbs. She couldn't even curse, couldn't think of a name to call on, her thoughts too jumbled and scattered to form anything resembling coherent speech.

The sight of Reno alone would have been enough to fuel her fantasies for another week. Seeing it in real life was entirely different from seeing it over a security camera. His vibrant colouring made everything seem much more real and immediate, creating an electric presence as powerful as any of the lightning spells he commanded. The grainy camera shot couldn't show fine details, and she hadn't been able to see much of what was going on beyond his expression anyway. Now, she knew she was going to be driven half mad imagining that long, slender cock inside her, wondering what it would feel like to have him moving over her with the same slow deliberate pace he'd been using to jerk himself off.

But Tseng... Tseng, Tseng, fuck, she was never going to be able to look him in the eyes again without remembering that image of him bent over the desk. Her shaking knees gave out on her, and she slid down the wall to sit with her legs tucked up close against her chest. She couldn't decide whether to be grateful or upset that the way he'd been leaning against the desk had meant that she couldn't see his cock. If she was going to be stuck with that image in her head, she might as well have gotten all of it, damn it. Then again, if she'd been able to see it, she might just as well hand in her resignation right now for all she'd ever be able to concentrate around him again.

Her imagination was more than happy to insert her into the scene she'd seen on the screen. With Reno and Rude it hadn't even occurred to her to add herself to the mental image, they were a complete picture on their own. However it was far too easy to picture herself on her knees, out of sight beneath Tseng's desk, her mouth wrapped around his cock as he groaned and trembled above her. She hadn't seen him, and it had been long enough since her last lover that she'd forgotten exactly what it tasted like, but she remembered she'd certainly enjoyed licking and sucking at a man's cock. It had always made her wetter than almost anything else could, just listening to the sounds she could wring out of her lover when she put her mind to it.

Throwing her head back with a breathy moan, Elena shivered. This wasn't fair. She'd worked so hard to be one of the best, to be cool and professional, to earn her place among the Turks. She didn't want to see her comrades-in-arms as anything more than that. She didn't want to be fantasizing about them, but Shiva, who could resist given this kind of temptation?

Unable to help herself, needing some relief from the pounding of her blood, she slipped her hand beneath the waist of her slacks. The belt kept her from getting her whole hand in, but the angle she was sitting at made it possible for her to touch her clit with her fingertips. As turned on as she was right now, it would probably be enough. Gasping, trying to stay quiet, she stroked herself hard.

"Never took you for the voyeuristic type," Reno's playful voice breathed out near her ear. Her eyes flew open, and only the hand he hastily clapped over her mouth kept her startled shriek from reaching all the way to Tseng's office. His eyes glittered wickedly at her from inches away, and he had that shit-eating grin on his face he got when he was doing something he knew he shouldn't be but also knew he was going to get away with.

For someone who was so loud most of the time, he could be remarkably silent when he wanted to sneak up on someone. Then again, she'd been so absorbed in her fantasy she probably wouldn't have heard him even if he'd banged the door open. She stared back at him over his hand, her eyes frantic with shock and shame.

"What, you didn't expect me to follow you just 'cause you went into the girl's bathroom?" he chuckled, his voice low and sensuous. "C'mon Elena, you know me better than that." That weird speech pattern of his, frequently irritating, now sounded unutterably sexy. The meaningless syllable he stuck on the end of every sentence seemed to emphasize the rough purr in his voice and draw attention to the careless quality of his words. His grin widened when he saw helpless desire join the other emotions in her eyes.

"What're you hiding in here for?" he teased her, his thumb stroking over her cheek as he gave her a sexy, heavy-lidded look. It was the sort of look she'd always assumed had to be airbrushed onto the pictures of the dirty magazines, because no human could really look that hot. Reno was disproving a lot of her theories tonight.

"It's a lot more fun out there where you can keep watching," he continued, all but purring as he leaned closer still. "I don't mind the company. Be more fun to watch you watching him, anyway."

Absolutely mortified, Elena was sure her whole face had to be beet red with her blush. The worst part was that the thought of what he was suggesting made her ache with increased desire, her traitorous body betraying her with another surge of wetness. Her fingers were still down the front of her pants; she wasn't sure Reno had seen what she was doing behind the shield of her drawn up legs, and she couldn't move her hand without drawing attention to it. She was shaking with the desire, the need to keep stroking and find the release she wanted so badly.

What kind of desperate slut was she? Closing her eyes, she whimpered against his hand. "Hey," he said, and his tone was almost concerned. "Dumbass. There ain't nothing to be ashamed of. Who wouldn't see something that hot and react to it? Fuck. Women are weird." He laughed, and moved his hand so it was cupping her cheek instead of covering her mouth. "C'mon, we're missing the show."

"I'm... I'm not..." Elena tried to protest weakly. She wasn't like that. She wasn't that kind of girl. She'd only had a few lovers, and every one of them had been serious. She couldn't just walk out into the lounge of her work place and... and...

"Nobody's saying you are," he assured her with another wicked grin, seeming to read her mind. "I'm not suggesting we go out there and fuck, Elena. But you really don't want to miss this." His voice lowered further; she hadn't thought he could get that deep. The husky quality of it made her shiver. "The look on his face when he got that plug all the way inside... I've seen people getting their ass pounded and about to come who didn't look that fucking hot. Don't you wanna see it?"

She whimpered again, but there was nothing but lust in the sound this time. Ramuh help her, she was going to go with him.

He caught her free hand and drew her to her feet, and if her knees were too weak to support her properly he was more than strong enough to compensate. She jerked her other hand out of her pants as if she'd been scalded, but the protests that ran through her head never seemed to make it to her mouth. Reno had always been like a force of nature, the sort of person there was no point in arguing with once he'd set his heart on something. This was no exception.

Maybe it was a sort of shock that let him manoeuvre her so easily back into the lounge, but the moment she saw the screen again the paralysis on her tongue lifted. "Oh, Shiva..." Reno had to catch her as her legs threatened to give way on her again. Her eyes were glued to the sight of Tseng sprawled out over his desk, his eyes closed as he panted for breath and visibly struggled for control. Whatever it was he'd been working inside him was firmly planted in his ass now; both his hands were clutching at the side of the desk. He still looked like he was feeling more pain than pleasure, but his expression was every bit as hot as Reno had promised.

"Pretty sexy, seeing our calm and cool leader sprawled out like a cheap whore, isn't it?" Reno laughed into her ear as he held her, and she gasped helplessly. "I love seeing the collected ones lose control. Mmm, you should see Rude when I finally get him to lose it," he purred. "Fucking unbelievable. C'mon Elena, don't just stand here. The couch is a lot more comfortable."

His words had reminded her of something though. Twisting to look at him even as she followed his urging nudges towards the couch, she asked, "What about Rude?"

"What about him? He ain't here," Reno said, looking confused for a moment. Then, seeing her expression, his face cleared and he laughed. "Oh, I get it. Don't worry about it. Rude knows me."

He said it as if the three words should have explained everything. Maybe they did. No one who tried to control or contain Reno would ever have been able to last with him, let alone spend years as his partner.

Collapsing down onto the couch the moment they reached it, Elena stared at the screen and tried not to be so aware of Reno slinging himself down beside her. It was never easy to ignore him; his red hair tended to catch the eye, and in this situation Elena could hardly not be aware of him. The heat of his gaze was almost a physical pressure against her. She knew without looking that he was watching her and not the screen.

"Go on," he murmured, still close enough for her to feel his breath against the shell of her ear. "Don't mind me. You looked like you needed it pretty bad back there." She could hear his smile in his voice, yet there was an edge of genuine sympathy as well. "Must be hard, being the only one of us not getting any. I won't tell if you don't."

When she continued to hesitate, her whole body throbbing with need but unable to bring herself to do that in front of him, his voice dropped to a whisper. "You were watching Rude and me on the camera last week, weren't you? I've been trying to figure out why you kept blushing whenever you saw us. Hmm?" Helplessly she nodded, enthralled by the words and the sound of his voice. "Well then. You got to see what I look like when I come. Only fair for me to get to see you."

She would have closed her eyes, except she couldn't tear herself away from the vision of Tseng on the screen in front of them. Her breathing was too fast, she felt like she was going to hyperventilate. She jumped when Reno reached around her and took her hand, the same one she'd had down her pants earlier, and guided it back to her waistband. "C'mon, babe, the show won't last forever," he told her, and nipped at the shell of her ear.

Gasping, she arched into the sharp sensation. Feeling like she was in a very strange dream, she gave in to his urging and her own need, sliding her shaking hand under her waistband again.

"Yeah, that's it," Reno encouraged her, now sounding just a bit strained. "Fuck, babe, you're hot." His hand left hers to undo her belt, allowing her to get her hand further into her pants. Then he pulled away entirely, settling back on the other side of the couch. "Do it, you know you want it."

There was a soft rustle of cloth and the rasp of a zipper, and she knew he was pulling himself out again. So he'd really meant it, about wanting to watch her watching Tseng. That shouldn't have been nearly as sexy a thought as it was, but she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her as she turned so she could see him from the corner of her eyes. He was sprawled out just as he had been when she'd first walked in, sliding his hand with torturous slowness over his cock. His eyes were fixed on her now rather than the screen, shining nearly as bright as any SOLDIER's ever had.

Catching her looking, he gave her that slow, sexy smirk again and added an extra flourish to the next stroke of his hand. "Hey babe, you can watch me anytime you want. Tseng won't be so accommodating." He winked. "On the other hand, I've seen it before. Pretty much any time he's working late and Rufus is here."

Breathless, Elena turned back to the screen, her hips rocking slightly as she rubbed her fingers over her clit. As worked up as she was right now, it wasn't going to take her long. "Isn't he... on duty?" she gasped out, biting her lip to contain the loud moan that wanted to follow.

"Course he is," Reno replied with a low chuckle. "If he weren't, he could tell the President to screw himself. But he can't disobey an order while he's on duty, now can he?"

"Order?" she repeated, trying to make sense of that. Surely Reno wasn't implying that Rufus Shinra had ordered the head of his personal enforcement squad to sprawl himself over his desk and violate himself with an inanimate object. Surely.

This time the chuckle was more like a snicker. "Who did you think he was talking to on the phone? Rude? Cloud?"

It was so hard to think, so hard to focus on anything but the tingling pleasure running through her and threatening to eat her alive from the inside out. Oh, that look on Tseng's face - he was shuddering against the dark wood of the desk, the movement barely visible in the grainy picture, and he looked like he was doing his best not to move for fear of coming.

"Ph-phone?" she choked out faintly when she was able to tear her eyes from his face. "What phone?" She was close, drifting along the edge of orgasm, riding the knife-edge of the pleasure before she tumbled over the edge. Her body was shuddering, her cunt clenching with each pass of her fingers now. Just... just another minute...

"What d'ya mean, what..." Reno shifted to look at the screen, and swore. "Oh, shit! Fuck babe, you're too distracting." There was a flurry of movement as he stood and fixed his pants. She was more or less oblivious; the only thing she cared about at that moment was the spiralling pleasure coming to a peak inside her. She'd worry about what had panicked Reno as soon as she was done.

Wisely, he clamped a hand over her mouth again before he caught her hand and tugged it free of her pants. She screamed in frustration and thwarted pleasure, caught right at the moment when she reached orgasm. She was too far gone to stop now, and she shuddered under his hand as her body finished even without the last bit of stimulation. It was an empty feeling though, completion without actually feeling complete at all, and it left her still aching for more.

She'd kill him. The damn tease. Just as soon as she recovered her fine motor skills, she was going to draw her gun and shoot him. He was the one who'd dragged her in here and convinced her to do this, why had he stopped her at such a horrible moment?

"Listen," he was saying sharply, shaking her to get her attention. "You coherent now?" he asked when her eyes finally focused properly on him. "Listen to me, Rufus is coming! If Tseng hung up, then he's gotta be already almost here. D'ya hear me? Rufus. Is. Coming!"

The sense of what he was saying finally penetrated, and she almost died of mortification on the spot. Then she panicked.

When Rufus stepped through the door of the lounge just over a minute later, he raised an eyebrow to find two of his off-duty Turks unexpectedly in the room. He glanced at Reno curiously. "Reno. How is it that you so often seem to be here on nights when you're not scheduled?"

The redhead shrugged lazily, turning from the wrestling match he had seemingly been absorbed in. He was sprawled on the couch again, but with everything properly zipped and buttoned and no sign that it had ever been otherwise. "Power's out at my place again, boss," he explained cheerfully. "Didn't want to miss the game, and Rude said there was no way in hell he was letting me 'watch that shit' at his place."

"I see." Rufus' dry tone said he wasn't entirely buying it, and Reno's sweetly innocent grin wasn't likely to convince him. An innocent expression on Reno's face only ever meant disaster and chaos were likely to follow.

"And you, Elena?" he asked, turning to the other person in the room. Elena was on her knees in front of one of the other couches, her hands digging between the cushions.

Turning, she blew a piece of hair out of her face, hoping the flush she could feel on her cheeks would be chalked up to irritation. "I seem to have... misplaced my keys, sir," she said, the suspicious look she flicked at Reno making it plain she wasn't sure it was entirely her own fault that she couldn't find them. "I came back to try to find them, I'm sorry if I've disturbed you."

"Not at all," Rufus assured her, clearly losing interest as he accepted her story. It was even the truth, she reflected wryly. "I just need to speak to Tseng for a bit. Please don't disturb us, this is confidential."

With that he was gone, vanishing down the hall that led to the rest of the area claimed by the Turks. Reno barely managed to wait until he was out of sight before he started snickering. "Confidential, yeah, I just bet," he snorted in amusement, reaching for the remote. "Wonder if he'll tell Tseng we're out here."

Elena leaned back on her heels, pulling her shaking hands out from under the cushions as she concentrated on just breathing deeply and trying to steady herself. The muted sounds of the fight vanished, and she knew if she turned and looked she'd see the view from Tseng's office again. She wasn't going to look, though. She was going to turn around and walk out the door, and go spend the night in a hotel or something. The keys could wait until morning. Now she just needed the strength to stand and take more than a step before collapsing, and then she would leave.

"Aw, you're not giving up on me now, are you babe?" Reno asked, grinning at her when she turned cautiously to look at him. She hadn't heard him unzip his pants again, which was the only reason she turned to look. Blushing, she hastily looked away again when she realized he was just stroking himself through his clothes, obviously still rock hard and with his legs spread suggestively to allow her to see it.

"I'm going," she said, her voice as unsteady as her legs as she carefully stood and smoothed down the front of her pants. "I... I shouldn't have..."

Catching her by the back of her waistband he tugged her down, and she wasn't steady enough to resist him. With a soft squeal of protest she ended up half across his lap, his arm around her waist and his other hand coming up to turn her by the chin until she was looking at the screen again. She lost her breath as she saw Rufus leaning over Tseng, one hand clearly on the base of the object inside the Turk and the other tugging out the tie that held Tseng's hair.

She'd never seen Tseng's hair down before. It was... Shiva, it was beautiful. It made him look vulnerable and a great deal younger, which seemed to please Rufus judging by the smirk on the president's face. Tseng's mouth opened on a cry as Rufus did something with the object inside him, and Elena found herself fervently wishing there was sound.

"Fucking hot, aren't they?" Reno whispered in her ear. "You can damn well be sure the boss is the only one Tseng would ever bend over for. Bet you'd love to be under him right now, wouldn't you? Tseng taking you while Rufus took him? Yeah, bet you'd like that all right."

The mental image was staggering. With a soft cry Elena trembled against him and he drew her in closer to his chest, giving her something to lean against. "C'mon babe, you still need it," he said, the hand that had been cupping her chin falling to run rough calloused fingers against the sensitive skin of her neck. "You didn't finish, or not enough, I could tell. Do it, Elena. Lemme watch." His eyes glittered. "Lemme see you come properly."

She could have fought him off if she'd really wanted to. Hell, he'd have let her go if she'd really struggled, she knew that. So it was entirely her own choice to reach down and fumble her belt free again, breathing hard as she pushed her shaking hand back into her pants. A choked cry escaped her as she touched her clit; she was sensitive, over-sensitive, because she'd already come once. Despite that her whole body yearned for her to continue, throbbing with need.

"Yeah, that's it, just like that," Reno said, his voice husky again. "Oh fuck, yeah. Wish I could see it; bet you look hot as Ifrit's fire when you're naked and touching yourself. Ever watch yourself in the mirror, babe? You should. Bet you'd come just from looking."

"You were... a lot quieter with Rude," she managed, shivering in his grasp as she watched Rufus slowly, slowly pull the plug out from inside Tseng, leaving him writhing on the desk with his hands white-knuckled on the edge. Ramuh, Tseng had gotten that inside him? She didn't think she could take something that big, let alone up the ass.

"Heh." Reno sounded amused by her observation. "That only happens when I'm being fucked into the wall," he informed her, making her shudder at the reminder of the image. "Or any other appropriately hard surface. He's good at making me forget how to talk, what can I say?"

Taking her by the waist he shifted her so she was perched on the edge of the couch between his spread legs, leaning back against his shoulder. The oblique angle made it easier for her to get more of her hand inside her pants, and she couldn't stop the short, breathy moans that kept building in her throat. He slipped one arm back around her waist to keep her from sliding right off the couch, but withdrew the other one entirely. She understood why when she heard his zipper again and he jerked against her, breathing hard.

They were both breathing hard; she was watching Rufus and Tseng on the screen, while he switched his attention between them and her. She could feel the movement of his hand behind her, faster now as his voice grew hoarse. "Elena, fuck, you make the best noises. I bet Tseng makes really fucking amazing noises when he comes, you think? I've really gotta rig sound in his office one of these days, I swear. And a better camera, this one is shit. You wanna come watch with me again when I do?"

Moaning, Elena was beyond words. Rufus had flipped Tseng over and was thrusting into him now, each thrust hard enough to shove the whole desk back half an inch. Tseng didn't seem to be complaining, arching up into each one with his mouth open and eyes closed. Elena had never imagined him - either of them - looking so shameless and debauched. She finally got a look at Tseng's cock and she really was never going to be able to look him in the eyes again. He was thick and hard, and Shiva save her but she just knew he would feel so damn amazing inside her.

Remembering Reno's earlier words about her being under both of them, she keened and arched up into her hand. Her clit was so sensitive it almost hurt to touch it, but she couldn't stop. Not now, not when her body was aching and she was so wet she'd probably soaked right through her pants, never mind her panties. She wanted it so bad, needed to come like she'd never needed anything before.

"Shit, babe, you're so hot," Reno was gasping, his body straining beneath her shoulders. He was getting close, she could hear it in the ragged tone of his voice. His arm tightened around her waist as he panted for air, his words becoming disjointed. "Fuck, I can't... you're so... I want to see you... fuck, Elena..."

Stiffening, he shuddered against her as he came with a cry that he muffled against the skin of her neck. She squirmed in his arms, yearning for the same peak and unable to reach it no matter how much she struggled. Having come once already, she wasn't going to be able to reach orgasm again without more stimulation than this. She needed something inside her. In the fever of her unthinking desire, she wanted him inside her, and cursed him silently for having come already. He would be softening now, unless he had a hell of a lot faster recovery rate than any of her ex-lovers.

"Please," the word escaped her without her meaning to let it, breathy and needy and hardly more than a whimper. "Oh, please, please..."

She'd been begging herself, pleading with her stubborn body to let her achieve release, but Reno took her words at face value. "Yeah, do it," he encouraged her, his voice shaky and sated as he nipped at her ear again. "Come for me, Elena. Watch Rufus pounding Tseng into the desk, and come like he was pounding into you. Better hurry - from the look on his face Tseng's not gonna last much longer, and Rufus'll be gone a minute after Tseng loses it. They're not the type to linger and snuggle."

"I can't... I can't..." she sobbed, writhing against him in frustration. The words wouldn't come; she was far beyond coherency now. "I can't, I need..."

"Oh?" Sly understanding dawned in his voice, and he lifted his hand to rub his fingers over her open lips. She sobbed again as she tasted the semen and realized it was the hand he'd been jerking himself off with. The taste was even more horribly bitter than she remembered, but she curled her tongue around his fingers and sucked at it anyway. "Mmmm, bet you give fucking amazing blow jobs," he murmured, grinning against her neck. "You're one of those girls who wants something inside when you come, aren't you? Can't get your other hand down your pants?"

Whimpering around his fingers, Elena threw her head back against his shoulder and fought the urge to scream. If she didn't come soon she was going to have to stop again when Rufus came out of Tseng's office, and at that point she might as well give up for the night and just resign herself to suffering until her body recovered enough for her to get off again.

"Want some help?" he offered, his voice practically a purr of smug satisfaction. Thankfully he didn't wait for verbal confirmation from her before moving to deftly open the fly of her slacks and press his much larger hand inside on top of hers. He nudged hers out of the way, two rough fingers sliding inside her slowly. "Fucking... shit, Elena, you're so fucking wet," he breathed out, sounding impressed.

Frustrated, she closed her eyes and arched up, trying to force him to move faster. "Impatient," he teased her, flattening his hand and rocking the heel of his palm against her clit as his fingers scissored deep inside her. She moaned and cried around the fingers still in her mouth, squirming against him as she revelled in the sensation of his big fingers stretching her in a way that hers never did.

Reno might be happily bottoming for Rude, but there was no doubt that he had plenty of experience with women too. He curled one finger up inside her, rubbing against her g-spot, still rocking his palm over her clit hard enough to make her gasp with each motion. Elena couldn't decide what to do with her hands and finally settled for clenching them on the fabric of his pants on his thighs, trying to anchor herself to reality.

"Yeah, you want it so bad," he hissed, pulling her back so she was flush against his body. The shift in the angle of his fingers nearly drove her mad, and he had to clamp his hand over her mouth again to muffle her scream. "Fuck, Elena, you're so hot, you need it, don't you? Lemme give it to you babe, yeah, just like that. Fuck, oh yeah. You're gonna get me going again in a minute if you're not careful, you're so damn hot."

She was sobbing again, tears of need and desperation running over her cheeks. Lifting his head he licked them off one side, his tongue rasping gently over her flushed skin as he continued to drive her wild with his other hand.

"If Tseng could see you now, he'd have you up against a wall and be buried inside you in about three seconds flat," he promised her, rocking his hips up against her ass even though she could feel he was still soft. "Would you like that? Him pounding you into the wall the same way Rude was doing to me that night you were watching us? Maybe I shouldn't get you off yet; maybe I should draw it out until he comes out here. Then I can watch him lose it all over again, watch you screaming and crying as he brings you so hard you think you'll never come again. Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you."

Terrified he would actually do it, would slow his pace when she was so close and needed it so badly, she dug her fingers into the muscles of his thighs, making him yelp and jump. "Fuck, babe, that hurts. All right, all right, I won't tease, I promise. You want more? I can do more."

A third finger was added to the other two, stretching her almost past bearing. Almost, and yet it was exactly what she needed. At the next press of his palm against her clit she screamed and shuddered in his arms, nearly suffocating against his hand as she struggled for air through the spasms of the orgasm. "Yeah, that's it, just like that," he encouraged her, sounding smug again. "Shit, Elena, you're gorgeous like this. Tseng's fucking lucky you're not really my type, or I'd steal you from him in a heartbeat."

Panting, she collapsed against him, too limp and wrung out to protest that it would hardly be 'stealing' her since Tseng had absolutely no interest in her. Not that she particularly wanted to end up with Reno; he was far too mercurial for her. Besides he had Rude, and while the other Turk might be willing to let his partner stray now and again, Elena doubted anybody could truly come between the two of them in the end. She wanted to be more than just an occasional fling, if she did end up taking a lover.

"Shit, we're out of time," Reno said, and he withdrew his hand from her pants and grabbed for the remote. He turned the tv off, then released his grip on her mouth and nudged her away a bit so he could fix his pants. Elena tried desperately to gather the strength to move; she didn't want to be lying there in obvious post-orgasmic bliss when Rufus came out, but her body wasn't responding to her demands on it.

To her surprise, once he had his pants fastened Reno scooped her up in his arms, carrying her close to his chest as he stood. She didn't struggle, not wanting to end up dropped, and he quickly moved to the little kitchen off the lounge. He pressed his back against the wall in the corner where they wouldn't be noticed by someone in the main room and let go of her knees, letting her slide down his body in a way that made her shiver. When she landed on her feet she nearly kept going, and only his strong hands at her waist kept her upright.

Winking at her in the dim light filtering in from the lounge, he laid one finger across her lips to hush her. Barely a moment later she heard footsteps in the hall, and saw a shadow on the far wall of the lounge. Rufus was leaving; Reno must have seen him getting ready to walk out of Tseng's office on the screen. With a start Elena realized she hadn't actually seen the end of what was happening with Tseng and Rufus; she'd had her eyes closed, too focused on what Reno was doing to her to pay attention.

When the door closed behind Rufus, Elena moved to pull away, but Reno held her still a moment longer. "Tseng might come out once he recovers," he leaned down to murmur in her ear, and she nodded and subsided. She half expected him to kiss her while he was that close, but he didn't bend down any farther. She wasn't sure if she was disappointed or grateful. Now that the rush of orgasm was fading, she was starting to feel horrified by the realization of what she'd just done.

"Hey," he said, feeling her stiffening against him. "Stop that, dumbass. It felt good, and we both had fun. Tomorrow it's back to business. No big deal." He chuckled. "Except now I won't be the only one with glazed eyes staring at the desk the next time Tseng calls us in there for a meeting, hey?"

She couldn't help but laugh, though the sound was shaky. Grateful for the reassurance that he was going to continue to treat her professionally at least, she nodded and leaned against his chest as they waited to see if Tseng would emerge.

When it was clear that he wouldn't, Reno finally released her, letting her fix her pants and belt. By now she was able to stand on her own again, though she was still feeling a little quivery inside. "See you tomorrow on duty," he said cheerfully, his smile 100% irrepressible Reno as she walked carefully towards the door. "Oh hey, Elena!"

Turning towards him, she automatically raised a hand to catch the jangling object he threw to her. Blinking at it, she finally realized it was her keys. "Reno! You..."

"I found them, honest!" he laughed, raising his hands in defence against her angry glare. "Swear to Bahamut, I sat on the damn things when we were scrambling because Rufus was coming!"

Lips twitching as she fought an exasperated smile, she finally decided she didn't really want to know if he was telling the truth or not. "See you tomorrow," she said softly, turning to go.

~~~~~~~~~~

Much to her relief, Reno was all business with her the next day. Well, as much as he had ever been capable of being, anyway. He didn't even tease her, though he did flick a significant glance at her that made her blush furiously when Tseng called them all into his office for a briefing that afternoon.

When she discovered in her jacket pocket that night a neon blue plastic dildo about the same shape and size as what she'd seen of Tseng, however, she knew exactly who to blame.

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