Conspiracy

The third time was neither innocent nor a mistake. Elena was halfway out of her suit when her phone rang, the short series of bleeps that said it was a call from one of the other Turks. Groaning, she struggled the rest of the way out of her blouse and turned to grab the phone from her dresser. It had been a long and frustrating day already, starting far too early that morning. She and Tseng had flown all over the bloody continent chasing down a SOLDIER who had snapped and turned on his unit, killing them all before fleeing into the wilderness. The echoes of Sephiroth had been far too disturbing for everyone involved, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for a week.

The others knew that, though, and they wouldn't call unless it was important. "Elena," she answered, forcing as much crisp professionalism as she could into her voice. It came out sounding wearier than she would have liked, unfortunately.

"Hey babe," Reno's smooth voice purred at her over the line, and she flushed. She was grateful he never called her that when she was on duty, because it brought inevitable memories of the night they'd watched Tseng and Rufus together and never failed to fluster her.

That meant this wasn't an official call, though. Sighing, she flopped back onto her bed, dressed only in her bra, stockings and panties. "Reno, can't it wait?" she pleaded. She had no idea why he would be calling her for... for phone sex or whatever; he'd been there when the chopper had landed and she and Tseng had all but staggered off. He knew how exhausted she was. For that matter, wasn't he on duty tonight? Rufus had a meeting scheduled with some of his more reluctant investors.

"Do you trust me, babe?" he asked, amused. Immediately wary, Elena tensed.

"Not when you actually feel the need to ask," she replied dryly. "Certainly not when you call me 'babe' at the end of the question. What are you up to, Reno?"

"That would be telling," he said, chuckling. "Listen, I can't talk long, I just ducked out while we took a five minute break. Rufus is in a mood. Come back and set up the tv in the lounge to watch his office."

"Ramuh, Reno, not tonight," she moaned, rubbing her hand over her eyes and yawning. "I'm back on duty first thing tomorrow morning. I don't care what kind of mood he's in, it's not worth it."

"I know you're tired, babe," he cajoled her sweetly, and she could hear his smirking grin in his voice. Yeah, he was definitely up to something. "Trust me, it'll be worth it. You do not want to miss this. By the time you get back here and set up, the meeting should be just about over, and you won't have to wait for the good part."

"Reno..." In all honesty, she wasn't sure it would be worth going out again no matter how hot it was. She might just fall asleep halfway through getting off, she was so tired.

"Think about it," he murmured, his voice dropping to that husky purr he'd used to whisper in her ear as he'd made her come. "Tseng's home, as tired as you are. Rude's with me, so's Rufus. You'll have the lounge all to yourself. I swear if you don't think it was worth it, I'll trade all your bad shifts with you for a week."

A sacrifice indeed. Reno knew her schedule as well as she did, and her next week was really going to be hell. Plus if he took her shifts he wouldn't be working with Rude very often and while the partners were certainly capable of working separately, they didn't much like doing so. Whatever Reno had planned, he really must believe it was going to be that good.

"All right," she gave in, groaning as she shoved herself up off the bed and reached for her blouse again. On second thought, she turned and went to the closet. That suit was pretty much trash until she could get it cleaned and pressed.

"Bring your present," Reno purred, smug again now that she'd capitulated. "Wear it inside you on the way over, babe, that'll get you in the right mood for sure. Promise me?"

"Reno!" she exclaimed, scandalized. That was the first time he'd actually acknowledged that he was the one who'd given her the dildo, though there had never been a doubt in her mind as to the source of the 'present'. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she'd used it fairly often, too, but... "I can't do that!"

"Sure you can," he laughed, sounding sexy enough to make her weak at the knees again. "It'll stay in if you're careful. Promise me, babe? I wanna be able to think about you on your way over here with that inside you while I stand around through the rest of this damn meeting." She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, letting the rough chocolate sound of his voice wash over and through her as he continued. "Yeah, I can just imagine you sitting on the train, trying not to squirm or pant, with that thing pressing up inside you in all the right ways. Huh? You'll have that pretty flush on your face, the one that makes you look so sexy. Bet you've got it now, too, don't you?"

"You're such a bastard," she said, but there was no anger in the words and her voice was a little shaky. She could feel the slow heat building in her lower body, helpless to fight the reactions he was evoking inside her. He knew how to play her far too well, damn him.

"You love me for it," he replied, utterly unrepentant. "Promise me, babe? You'll be there, and you'll have it in you?"

"Yes, I promise," she agreed, defeated. Some day she really needed to learn to say 'no' to him when he tried to talk her into doing things she would never be willing to do otherwise.

"You're the best, Elena," he purred. "Fuck, too bad I won't be able to watch you watching us. Have fun, babe. You won't regret it."

With that he hung up, leaving her leaning against the wall clutching a blouse to her chest and trying to steady her breathing as she listened to the dial tone.

"Ah, well, at least I'll be able to trade off my bad shifts," she murmured to herself, smiling slightly as she turned the phone off and set it and the blouse on the dresser. She couldn't imagine anything would be worth dragging herself out to work again tonight, and she was going to hold Reno to his promise to take her shifts if she wasn't satisfied.

Her new favourite toy was in the drawer beside her bed, carefully cleaned and waiting for her to need it. Slipping her nylons and panties down to her ankles, she sat on the bed again and leaned back against the headboard, taking a couple of deep breaths to steady herself. She didn't even have to look to find it, just reach into the drawer and close her hand around it, drawing it out.

Normally when she used it, she was already pretty far gone in the process of getting herself off. This was the first time she'd tried to insert it without significant preparation before hand; it wasn't small by any means, and she was a little nervous. Somehow she wasn't surprised to find she was already somewhat wet; just hearing Reno talk to her like that was enough to turn her on with the memory of the way he'd touched her that night in the lounge. Shiva, he ought to come with a warning label or something.

Spreading her knees, she slowly worked the dildo inside her, hissing softly with mixed pain and pleasure as it stretched her. The feel of it entering her was enough to turn her on a little more, and her breathing became slightly ragged as she continued to push it in. Her breasts were starting to ache and her body shuddered every time her hands accidentally brushed against her clit, but she didn't give in to the temptation to stimulate herself further. Walking around with this inside her was going to be difficult enough as it was, and there was no point in going all the way to work to watch the security monitors if she came on the way there without meaning to.

It took her a few minutes to get it all the way inside her, but finally the flared base was flush against her cunt and she could feel every inch of it pressing against her. Every breath she took made it shift inside her, the head rubbing up against her g-spot and making her moan. What had Reno said about her fighting not to squirm on the train? He had no idea. She was never going to make it to the lounge.

Moving carefully, she closed her legs and slid off the bed, biting her lip against the whimpers that wanted to escape her as she moved. Bending over to pull her panties and nylons back up nearly killed her as she staggered at the sudden intense sensation inside her caused by the new angle. Swallowing her cries she forced herself to dress again, every motion exaggerated and careful.

Finally she looked presentable, other than the deep flush painting her cheeks a bright pink. Not for the first time she cursed her blond colouring that showed her blushes so vividly. If she had dark skin like Rude it wouldn't be nearly so obvious when she was flustered. She'd adjusted a bit to the feel of the toy inside her though her breath was still coming shorter than usual. As long as she was careful and moved slowly, she thought she would be able to keep anyone who didn't know her well from realizing there was anything strange going on.

Walking was a challenge, but she gritted her teeth and told herself it was no different from continuing to fight while injured. She just had to set aside her awareness of the sensation and concentrate on what she was doing.

At this hour the train that wound its way around Midgar was almost empty, with plenty of seats. Still exhausted despite the nervous sexual tension singing in her system, Elena gratefully dropped down into the first empty seat she came to.

She realized her mistake even before she completed the motion, but it was too late to stop herself. She gasped and went rigid as the sudden change of angle rubbed the toy inside her, and the solid surface of the seat beneath her forced it deeper still. Her panting breaths were half sob as she struggled for control, dizzy and shaking with need.

"Are you all right, dear?" a solicitous older woman asked her, leaning over towards her in concern. "Do you need help? You look like you're fit to pass out."

"No, I'm fine, thank you," Elena gritted out, forcing a weak smile onto her face. She was going to kill Reno. Stalk him down and shoot him the moment he emerged from Rufus' office, for convincing her to do this. Why did her common sense and backbone desert her when he started purring at her like that?

She might have been more comfortable if she stood again, but that would have looked odd and probably left her gasping again anyway. She stayed put, focused on controlling her breathing, trying to ignore the way the damn thing shifted inside her with every jolt of the train over the tracks.

By the time they reached the central station, she'd only been marginally successful at maintaining her focus. When she stood carefully, her hand white-knuckled on the nearest pole for support, she could feel the trickle of moisture leaking around the base of the dildo and trailing down her inner thigh. Her clit was aching with neglect and swollen enough that just walking made the seam of her pants brush against it. It felt like she was in danger of coming with every step, and it was all she could do to keep her steps steady as she headed for the elevators that would take her up to the Shinra Corp offices.

Later she would never be able to remember how she made it past the guards and up to the Turks' area of the building. She could only be grateful that Reno was right about the fact that she would have the area to herself, at least until Rufus released Reno and Rude from duty for the night. Even then they would probably see him safely home and then head out themselves, not come back up here.

The lounge was quiet and dark as she entered, and the lights seemed overly bright when she flipped them on. Moving to the computer terminal at the side of the room, she sat gingerly on the chair and logged in, flipping rapidly through the menus until she found the security system access.

There were several cameras in Rufus' office, to ensure that every possible angle was covered. She flipped through them, trying to choose the best one, and blinked when one came up in full colour and high resolution. Glancing at the name of the camera, she had to laugh when she saw that instead of being called 'sec167' or something similar, it was 'Renocam3'. So he'd carried through on his threat to set up better cameras after all.

It was the work of moments to patch it through to the television, and she moved carefully to the couch as the image flickered to life on the screen. She seemed to have come in good time; Rufus was standing behind his desk and leaning forward to shake hands with the three men across from him. His expression was pleasant enough, an easy business smile, but the resolution on this camera was more than enough for her to see the tightness around his eyes and the way his smile was too thin. Perhaps nobody but one of his Turks would have been able to tell through his polite mask, but he was indeed in a 'mood' as Reno had put it.

Still, why was that worth coming all the way out here in the dead of the night? She'd seen Rufus frustrated and angry often enough before, it wasn't anything to wet her panties over. Of course at this point just about anything would seem sexy, as worked up as she'd gotten on the way over her. Damn Reno, anyway.

The redhead in question was lounging back against the wall behind Rufus, arms crossed over his chest and one knee bent to rest his foot flat on the wall. It was a pose that screamed casual disdain, and many people might have been foolish enough to believe it meant they would be able to get away with something before he could react. More than one idiot had learned differently the hard way.

He managed to look sexy even when feigning boredom and incompetence, largely because she knew he was feigning. And because the memory of his voice shivering over her nerves was still fresh in her mind, accentuated by the shift of the dildo inside her with every breath.

One the other side of Rufus, Rude was standing with his hands crossed before him. The dark man was every bit as professional looking as his partner was unprofessional, providing a perfect foil for each other. Rude looked like a statue, standing there unmoving, with his eyes hidden behind the ever-present shades. Giddily she wondered if he even wore them when he took Reno to bed. It would be strange to look up into the face of the man screwing you and see your own lust-filled eyes staring back at you from the reflection of his shades - strange, but hot. She swallowed at the thought, reaching up to undo the first couple of buttons on her blouse.

The negotiations were clearly over. Rufus threw himself back into his chair as the door closed behind the investors, irritation and frustration now clear on his features. He made a sharp gesture dismissing his two guards, and Elena saw Reno look straight at the camera and wink.

Instead of leaving, the redhead pushed away from the wall and sauntered forward, draping himself over the high back of Rufus' chair and leaning down to murmur something in their boss' ear. Elena would have expected Rude to obey the President's command and probably drag his partner out with him, but to her surprise he didn't so much as twitch towards the door. Whatever Reno was up to, Rude was obviously expecting it.

Rufus now looked furious rather than irritated. He never took being disobeyed well, something Reno seemed to enjoy flirting with. Normally the redhead more or less got away with it simply because he was so good at his job despite his attitude, but Elena thought he was more than a little reckless to be pushing Rufus when the President was so obviously already in a bad mood.

The redhead looked up briefly, far enough for Elena to see his expression, and her breath caught in her throat. He was wearing that same taunting, sexy smile that had so captivated her, and she just knew his voice had dropped into that rough purr that always made her shiver. What was he doing, was he insane?

Rude didn't seem the least bit concerned though, and Elena had to force herself to sit still and not shift to rub the dildo inside her. Shiva, it wasn't fair that anyone could be as casually sexy as Reno was. How had she missed noticing it before the time she'd seen Rude pounding him into a wall on the security camera?

With a growl Elena swore she could hear despite the lack of sound feed Rufus reached up and tangled his fist tightly in Reno's collar. He jerked the Turk down into a kiss that was a great deal more about dominance and power than it was about sensuality, bending Reno's back at an awkward angle over the chair.

Reno didn't seem to mind, shifting hungrily to get more of the kiss. His ponytail slid down over his shoulder and Rufus grabbed it, wrapping the long red strands around his fist and tugging sharply. Reno shifted around so he was kneeling beside Rufus' chair, and when their lips parted Elena got a good look at the sexy half-lidded look of breathless anticipation on Reno's face. He'd moved so he was sitting in a place that would let the camera see both him and Rufus clearly, in what she was sure had been a deliberate choice.

Unable to help herself Elena rocked forward and cried out sharply at the feel of the dildo moving inside her. With shaking hands she unbuttoned her suit jacket and stripped it off, far too hot to leave it on. She was aching with need and desperate for completion, but she deliberately kept her hands away from anywhere that would give her the stimulation she craved. It wouldn't take much more than one hard touch on her clit to set her off, and there was no fun in missing the show Reno had gone to so much trouble to set up for her.

Rufus tugged at his hair again and Reno reached forward with eager hands to undo the President's pants. The redhead was literally licking his lips and Elena just knew he was rock hard in his own pants as he ran his fingers over Rufus' rapidly wakening cock. Rude still stood to one side, unmoving, his expression betraying nothing of his thoughts as he watched his partner bend his head and go down on their boss. Elena couldn't help but wonder what was going on in the man's mind; was he just quietly tolerating, or did he get off in his own way watching Reno do this?

Would he take Reno home tonight and nail him to the wall to reassert his claim on his partner? Would he make Reno blow him too, to revel in the thought that he was taking something that the President had been enjoying just a few hours before? She doubted Reno would object to either. Catching herself wishing she had a camera feed in their bedrooms, Elena groaned. Her corruption really was complete; she was almost as much of a pervert as Reno. At the moment she couldn't bring herself to care.

Still rocking her hips slowly to feel the dildo moving inside her, she reached up and worked her fingers between the buttons of her blouse. A flick released the front catch of her bra, her breasts spilling out to rub her stiff nipples against the silk of her shirt with every breath.

Moaning hungrily, she arched up to press them tighter against the fabric. The soft silk felt rough as it caught on the turgid flesh and teased her. She fought the urge to reach up and cup her breasts through the fabric, wanting to draw this out as long as she could. Her eyes were glued to the bright flash of red that was Reno bobbing enthusiastically over Rufus' cock, and the expression on the President's face as he leaned back in his chair and tightened his hand in Reno's hair.

Like Reno had been the night Elena walked in on him, she was too lost in her own pleasure to react quickly enough to the sound of the lounge door slamming open. "All right, Reno," Tseng growled irritably as he strode into the room. "This had better... be... good? Elena?"

Squeaking in horror, she jerked around to face him, then moaned and almost collapsed against the back of the couch when the sudden movement sent spikes of pleasure flaring through her. Mortified, she blushed furiously as she stared at him, trying to catch her breath long enough to stammer out an explanation.

He looked back at her for a moment, then slowly lifted his eyes to the screen behind her and raised an eyebrow. "I see," he said dryly, increasing her embarrassment by a factor of ten just with the tone of his voice. "I'm beginning to believe Reno is catching. There is no other explanation for the slow but steady corruption of morals among the rest of us."

"I... I'm not... it isn't..." Elena stammered, shamed. 'It's not what it looks like', she wanted to say. She was still more or less fully dressed, there was no way for Tseng to tell...

Oh, who was she kidding? Even if he couldn't see that her bra was undone beneath her blouse, what possible innocent explanation could there be for her sitting here watching Reno go down on Rufus, flushed and obviously hovering just this side of orgasm?

Burying her face in her hands, Elena shook her head. "Just go ahead and fire me," she muttered, humiliated. There was no excuse she could possibly make that would justify her actions.

To her surprise, Tseng gave a resigned chuckle and a moment later she felt his hand brush gently over her hair. "That would hardly be fair of me, considering you're the last of us to fall to his influence," he murmured, and she dared to peer up at him between her fingers. His expression was wry as he looked up at the screen again. "I suppose he called you to tell you to meet him here, and left the screen on?"

"Err..." It would have been so easy to take the out she'd been offered, but Elena wasn't in the habit of lying to Tseng and didn't want to start. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and dropped her hands down to clench in her lap, looking him in the eye. "No, sir. He said I should come and watch the President's office if I wanted a good show." Her voice trembled and she was certain she'd never blushed so hard in her life, but somehow she managed not to look away.

The look he gave her was first startled, then measuring. "I see," he said again, with more heavy emphasis on the words than before. If she'd thought Reno's voice as he purred to her was the sexiest thing she'd ever heard it was only because she'd never heard Tseng speak with anything less that utmost professionalism, she decided dizzily.

"My apologies for interrupting, then," he managed with astounding graciousness, inclining his head to her briefly. "I'll be sure to have a word with Reno about his sense of practical jokes once he's done with Rufus." He turned, clearly intending to leave, and she thought she felt her heart break.

"Sir?" She hadn't meant to say it, and didn't have the first clue what to add when he turned back to her. They stared at each other for a long moment, him curious and a bit detached, her shaking and desperate. She remembered what Reno had said about how Tseng would have her up against a wall in three seconds flat if he could see her in the throes of desire. Apparently the redhead had been a bit overly optimistic.

"Yes?" he finally prompted when she said nothing further. She nearly waved him off with a mumbled 'nothing', he sounded so blankly disinterested. There was no point in her making a further fool of herself by throwing herself at him when he was clearly not affected by her in the least.

Then her eyes dropped as she started to look away, and she caught her breath in startled shock as she saw the distinct bulge in the front of his slacks. He was in his shirtsleeves, apparently not having bothered with his jacket when Reno called him to come in, and the dark fabric of his pants was straining to contain what looked like a painful erection. Whether he was reacting to her or just to the sight of Reno going down on Rufus on the screen, he was not as unaffected as she'd thought.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her gaze back to his face and put as much invitation as she could into her eyes and her voice. "There's room for two on the couch, sir. He's not going to be free for a while yet."

For a horrible moment, staring into his exotic dark eyes, she thought she'd made a fatal miscalculation. There was no visible reaction for so long she was just about ready to start babbling apologies when he suddenly drew in a sharp breath, like he'd forgotten to breathe until that moment.

"No, I don't imagine he will," Tseng agreed, his voice husky and deep enough to make her shiver and bite back a moan. Then she did moan helplessly as heat flooded his eyes, turning them impossibly darker and seeming to burn right through her. He took a step back towards her, bringing him up against the back of the couch as he stood over her. She had to tilt her head back to be able to see him, struggling to control her breathing. If she moved, if she breathed too deeply, the friction of the dildo inside her combined with the look is his eyes was going to push her over the edge.

"What do you want, Elena?" he asked, staring down at her as she trembled helplessly before him.

"You," she whispered, her internal censors completely short-circuited. Perhaps Reno really was catching because almost of its own volition her hand rose and reached out to stroke him through the material of his pants, her fingers tracing the strong column of him beneath the heavy fabric.

He caught his breath sharply and clenched his hands on the back of the couch but made no move to stop her. Keeping her eyes locked on his she continued to stroke slowly, rubbing her hand more firmly over him with each motion. The material was too tight to allow her to actually wrap her fingers around him so she had to content herself with merely running her hand over him.

When he made a tiny, stifled sound and his hips jerked up under her hand, she dared to smile. "Elena," he breathed, then his voice broke and he bit down on a moan as she reached with her other hand to undo his belt.

Shifting so she was on her knees facing the back of the couch, Elena panted with need as she drew him slowly out of his pants. This posture nearly broke her with the feel of the dildo pressing hard against the front wall of her cunt and the seam of her pants rubbing against her clit but somehow she hung on to the last shreds of her composure. Leaning forward, still staring up at him, she took the tip of his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it.

This time he wasn't able to stifle the groan, hips jerking as he fought to keep from choking her by thrusting forward into her mouth. One strong hand came up to tangle in her pale hair, urging her deeper onto him. She didn't need the encouragement but she was careful to follow his guidance as she bobbed over him, sucking and licking and just savouring the taste of him. It had been a while, but the skills came back to her easily enough and she set about forcing as much noise from him as she possibly could.

It was obvious that he was quiet by nature, preferring not to expose himself by revealing how much things affected him, but that just made the involuntary sounds she did wring from him all the sweeter. She'd fantasized about this often enough but she'd never imagined she would actually be in this position. Not with him, not like this. Maybe she'd fallen asleep on the train despite the distraction of the toy inside her and this was all just a dream.

He was shaking now, desperate little needy sounds rising from his throat as she drew back and licked at his slit, tasting the bitter salty drops already gathering there. The bobbing motion as she slid back down on him made her hips rock as well and he wasn't the only one moaning wantonly.

Holding off her orgasm with sheer force of will, Elena continued to suck him off. Her breathing was so ragged she wasn't sure if she was actually getting enough air around his cock in her mouth or if the dizzy sensation she had was from lack of oxygen as well as desire. Her whole body was pulsing with the edge of orgasm, making her shake beneath his hand as tears ran over her cheeks.

"Elena..." his hand trailed down from her hair to cup her cheek, and he grunted as he encountered the tears there. "Fuck, Elena..."

Crying out as he drew away, she opened eyes she didn't even remember closing and stared up at him in desperation. "Sir!" she protested, barely coherent.

"You're crying," he said, tracing his thumb over her cheek as he struggled visibly for control. "Elena, I'm sorry, I... misunderstood..."

"No!" she gasped, realizing what he was thinking. "Oh Shiva, no... I just... it's... I need... please, don't go!"

If she moved, she was going to come. If she didn't move, she was going to come in a minute anyway. She didn't want it to be over yet, didn't want to embarrass herself and possibly lose her chance at anything more than a quick and furtive blow job with the man she'd loved and admired since before she'd joined the Turks. "Please, sir," she whispered, and some of her desperation must have made itself clear to him because he ran his hand over her cheek again and gave her a smile that bordered on smug.

"Tseng," he corrected her, releasing her long enough to move around the side of the couch. He seemed casually uncaring of the fact that his hard cock was still standing out from his unfastened pants, glistening with her saliva. "We are very much not on the clock at the moment, Elena, you don't have to call me 'sir'."

"Tseng," she echoed, tasting the name on her lips like a fine wine. "Please, Tseng. Please, I can't... I need..."

"Shh," he hushed her, tugging her around to the front of the couch as he knelt before her. He looked surprised when she shuddered and gripped his shoulders tightly, fighting for equilibrium. "My, you are close aren't you?" he said, running his dark eyes over her appraisingly. His hands came up and his fingers deftly flicked the buttons of her blouse open. He paused and made an appreciative noise when he found her bra already undone, but didn't touch her aching breasts. Continuing down the row of buttons with deliberate slowness, he finally tugged the tails of the undone blouse from her waistband and let it hang loose from her shoulders.

Only then did he run his hands back up to cup her breasts, the small mounds barely filling his palms as he kneaded them. She threw her head back with a moan of abandon, panting for air and fighting for control. "Either you're considerably more sensitive than any other woman I've ever met," he murmured against her skin as he leaned forward to flick his tongue over one nipple, "or you were fairly worked up before I even came into the room. I doubt you would be that affected just by watching our resident nymphomaniac indulge himself. What's turning you on so badly, Elena?"

"I... it..." Blushing again, she couldn't bring herself to explain. He called Reno a sex addict, but how shameless was she to go walking around with a dildo shoved deep inside her and bringing her closer to orgasm with every move she made. She cried out and arched up as he bit down on the nipple he'd been mouthing and once again barely managed to fight off her orgasm, sobbing with mindless need. "Please!"

Again he hushed her, pulling back and stroking her cheek until she calmed slightly. His dark eyes were amused beneath the fire of lust that shone in them. "Far be it from me to deny such a fervent request," he said, and shifted his hands down to her waistband.

Even the act of leaning back against the couch to allow him to draw her pants and nylons down off her legs was torture of the sweetest kind. He ran his hand back up the inside of her leg and cupped her through her panties. She cried out and arched up, and his eyes widened as he felt the base of the dildo through the silk of her panties.

"I see" he said for the third time that night. "Well. It seems you haven't left much room for me. Shall I leave you to your toy?"

"Tseng!" was all she managed to say, his name an indignant and pleading shout. She writhed as he rocked his hand against her, sobbing uncontrollably.

Finally, just when she was certain she couldn't take another moment, he took pity on her. Curling his fingers over the elastic of the panties he drew them down over her legs as well, tossing them aside with her pants and nylons.

Now she was bare from the waist down, her front exposed by the open blouse, and he was still fully dressed save for his open pants. She decided she didn't really mind; it was an amazing contrast, between his usual crisp professionalism and the heat in his eyes that mirrored the moisture gathering on his straining cock. "Please," she whispered, sliding down on the couch and shuddering with need. "Want you. Inside me."

"As you wish," he replied, his voice husky. Sliding his fingers through the wet tangle of her curls he caught at the base of the dildo, drawing it slowly out of her body, careful not to rub against her clit for fear of setting her off.

Even without clitoral stimulation she was shuddering on the brink of orgasm by the time the tip of it slid out of her with an embarrassing wet sucking sound. Giving her an almost predatory smile, Tseng gathered her against him, tugging at her shoulders and hips to slide her forward to the edge of the couch. Rising to kneel upright rather than sitting back on his heels, he released her hips to position himself at her throbbing opening.

"Say yes," he coaxed her, his voice strained with his attempt to restrain himself. When she only moaned helplessly, his tone turned fierce and demanding. "Say yes, Elena."

"Please! Yes!" she gasped out, then screamed as he thrust forward hard and speared inside her.

That first thrust was enough to push her over the edge, her inner muscles clenching down on him in a ragged rhythm as she shuddered and mewled beneath him. He was roughly the same size as the dildo had been but the difference between the unmoving plastic and his warm, living flesh was incomparable. She screamed again as he pulled out and thrust in again just as hard, then again with each subsequent thrust.

The screams drew out thin and high as her orgasm went on and on, her hands clenching on his shoulders hard enough to bruise. Somehow he managed to hit the perfect pace, letting her come down just enough each time he withdrew to allow him to push her right back over the edge when he thrust in again. It was a good thing she'd brought him so far with her mouth earlier because by the time his rhythm began to falter and he stiffened over her she was half mad with the endless pleasure of it. If it had gone on any longer she didn't think she'd have still been sane when she came out on the other side.

"Tseng!" she shrieked with the last of her voice and he stilled over her at last, hips jerking slightly as he emptied himself within her. She was sobbing into his shoulder, completely overwhelmed, her voice too hoarse from screaming to allow her to say anything more.

They stayed like that for a long minute, him kneeling over her and pressing her awkwardly into the back of the couch. She wouldn't have complained no matter how awkward it felt, revelling in the feel of him over and inside of her. His scent was even better than she'd imagined, a spicy musk mixed with the heavy smell of sex that lingered between them.

Finally he drew a deep breath and lifted himself enough to be able to see her face. She stared up at him, dazed, and he chuckled at the look in her eyes. "I'll take that to mean it was just as good for you," he murmured, slowly withdrawing from inside her.

Whimpering at the sensation of emptiness Elena arched up to try to keep him inside her as long as possible. Shushing her, he brushed a strand of sweat soaked hair from her cheek. "It's all right," he assured her huskily. "Relax, Elena. Just let yourself recover."

To her surprise he didn't pull away completely but rather shifted her with exquisite gentleness so she was lying along the length of the couch. Then he stretched out beside her, holding her close. She huddled into his sheltering arms, fighting for breath as her body continued to shudder with seemingly endless aftershocks.

"Now what?" she croaked, embarrassed at the harsh sound of her voice. This had been everything she'd ever imagined sex with him to be and more, but was this the end of it? Was she going to have to cling to this as her one memory of him, or beg Reno to set up more 'chance' meetings between them to seduce him again?

"Now..." Tseng sounded speculative, but she couldn't bring herself to look up to see his expression. "I think I can trust you to be professional enough to be able to separate this from our working relationship. Hmm?"

"Yes, of course," she agreed hastily, a bit insulted that he'd even felt the need to ask. She wasn't going to expect special treatment in her official capacity as his subordinate. They were Turks, this wasn't some sordid office affair.

"Then I see no reason why this can't happen again," he murmured, and her heart leapt as she dared to hope. "In fact, I would be quite pleased if it became something of a regular occurrence. Though," a note of distaste and resignation crept into his tone, "I think a more appropriate venue would be a good idea. Preferably one without any video cameras, as I'm certain Reno went out of his way to get a tape of the footage from this room tonight."

Flushing at the thought, Elena found she couldn't begrudge Reno the fun of jerking off while watching her and Tseng. Not that she wanted it to ever happen that way again! But this once, she supposed he was owed the reward for setting them up in the first place.

"He's going to be unbearably smug for the next few days," she noted hoarsely, smiling.

"Indeed." Tseng's voice was wry. "Well, he can be as smug as he likes." His arms tightened over her. "You're mine now."

Leaning down he kissed her firmly, and she sighed and relaxed into his embrace. She wasn't naive enough to believe it was a declaration of love... but as long as she continued to hold his respect and he desired her, that was enough for her. The rest could build off that base, in time. They were Turks first and lovers second, after all.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

When he broke the kiss, however, some remaining wisp of Reno's influence made her ask innocently, "Does that mean I can watch openly the next time the President takes you over your desk, sir?"

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