No Such Thing
Pairing/s: Hwoarang/Nina Williams/Lee Chaolan
Summary: Things happen when cold, unloving Nina Williams comes across the incorrigible playboy, Lee Chaolan. Is it just a fling-of-the-month or could it turn into something more?
A/N: Before you start reading, I'd like to warn you that this story is different from most Tekken stories here in that mine is more modernized and kind of Americanized. Basically, I think you'd have to be pretty open-minded about Tekken to read this because in ways it could be considered AU, but I hope you'll enjoy it just the same. :) Also, this isn't really a songfic, but I'm following in the footsteps of Grey's Anatomy and making every chapter title the title of a song. I will also put a snippet of the lyrics before each chapter, as a representation of the chapter's theme. So you won't be confused, I will indicate the artist of the song used for a chapter here in the Author's Notes.
This first chapter is, I think, the only chapter where I won't use the song title, because the song I'm using is "Matthew" by Janis Ian, and it doesn't really make sense to use "Matthew" as a title as there is no Matthew in this story. Haha :P
Chapter 1: Lee
/ What makes a man a man? The cut of a coat, the hint of a tan? It's not who you love, but whether you can -- that makes a man a man. /
Sunlight poured in through the open window, trapping itself in his silver hair as he slowly opened his eyes. The bedside clock read 10:30AM.
...Ten thirty? God. He quickly rolled off the bed and started gathering up his clothes. Soon clad in his boxers, he sat on the edge of the bed to put on his socks. A pair of hands slowly slid around his shoulders and he could feel someone's head rest on his back. "Good morning, baby," came a raspy female voice.
He smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Hey, you." As soon as she let go of him, he stood up and started pulling his pants on and shrugging into his black shirt, all at record speed.
"Lee, where are you going?"
"Uh, work," he replied, not meeting her gaze.
"But it's Sunday."
Damn. "Sweetie, I have a corporation to run. We CEOs work Sundays." Experience was definitely on his side -- he could whip up an excuse in seconds. In reality, he was actually competing in The King of Iron Fist Tournament 5...of course, she wouldn't know that.
Disappointed as his brunette lover was, she bought into his explanation. "Well, take care," she sighed, helping him with his necktie. She hurried to the desk beside her bed to get a pen and paper, scribbling something on it and handing it to him. "Here."
He took it and kissed her on the cheek before making his way out. "I'll call you, Trish."
"It's 'Tiffany.'" Whoops.
She waved a final goodbye as Lee drove away in his red convertible BMW, cranking up the loud rock music. He looked at the paper she gave him: written on it was her phone number followed by "XOXO, Tiffany." Once she was out of sight, he crumpled it up and tossed it out the window.
"Next," he called out into the wind, with an arrogant smirk on his face.
He eyed his reflection in the tinted windshield of a shop right next to his favorite club. Time had been kind to Lee Chaolan. Not a single wrinkle in sight, and unlike most other fortysomething men, he didn't have the problem of thinning hair to bother him. He didn't look a day over 25. Of course, with a lifestyle like his -- lots of money and lots of women -- that wasn't much of a surprise.
Lee was VIP pretty much anywhere he went. The bouncer let him in without any trouble, and he could feel all eyes on him as he walked in. He had no need for a pick-up line; "Hi, I'm Lee Chaolan" worked like a charm. Girls threw themselves at this multi-millionaire every night, and he really only needed to pick one or three.
"Hi, Lee, I've been dying to see you!"
"Come over here...let me talk to you real close."
"Ooh, baby, you're looking fine tonight!"
"What say we ditch this place, Lee? I've got champagne and a bubble bath in my hotel room with your name on it."
...And so on. He looked around to choose his latest conquest. A scantily-clad redhead was on the dance floor, beckoning him to join her. A group of Asians no older than 20 were flocking towards him.
Tonight was different, however.
Unlike most days when he would just pick a cute enough girl to go with him, one woman stood out in the crowd tonight. Right across him, seated at the bar wearing a black tank top and denim jeans was the only woman who wasn't looking his way. Ignoring everyone else, he sauntered over to the bar and sat next to her. She had long blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and she resembled a younger and prettier Uma Thurman. There was a zipper in front of her tank top. Easy access. Fantastic! I'm gonna have a good time tonight.
He studied her as he made his way. Through his many conquests, Lee had developed the skill of reading a woman through her outward appearance. High ponytail with every strand in place...she's definitely high maintenance. She sits up straight, so she's image conscious, but the well-groomed, arched eyebrows and pursed lips tell me she's a feisty one...ooh, those types are great in bed. She's one of the few not on the dance floor and not with anyone, and it's not because she's drunk. Definitely uptight -- but I love a challenge.
While she never once looked his way, the woman sensed him approaching. She quickly readied herself to tell him to fuck off.
A confident smirk plastered on his face, Lee finally settled into the seat next to her. "Hi there -- "
"I'm busy that night." She refused to meet his gaze.
"But..."
"I have a previous engagement that I'm about to make."
He had never met anyone so unwilling. Truth be told, it unnerved him somewhat. "Uh, haven't we met?"
Annoyed at his persistence, she looked at him, hoping to use body language to drive him away. When she saw what he looked like, though, she was momentarily stunned -- this guy was hot. Intense gray eyes, smooth silver hair, flawless complexion, sexy smile, very muscular body...arms she would love to have wrapped around her. She quickly recovered and returned to her poker face. "Probably not."
Lee was blind to her amazement, fortunately. While he was very close to giving up and going to some other girl, he couldn't ignore the fact that she somehow looked familiar. "I'm sure I've seen you in a previous King of Iron Fist tournament."
"Yeah, sure you have." She nonchalantly began stirring her drink.
"I'm Lee Chaolan."
No response.
"I, uh, I own G Corporation."
"Interesting," she deadpanned.
Hmm, she's a challenge. "What's a nice girl like you..."
"...doing in a place like this? God, like that's not the millionth time I've heard that tonight. First of all, I'm not nice. Secondly, to answer your most likely rhetorical question, I like this seedy club and I like the drinks here. And third, cut the crap. I want my cosmopolitan and you want to get in my pants."
"That's not--"
She laughed. "You guys are all the same. I know your MO -- fuck and run, right? In the offhand chance that I might go home with you, we'll just be setting ourselves up for an awkward morning after in which we'll promise to call each other and whatnot, make up some engagement, leave and probably never see each other again."
Lee sat in shock. He hadn't been shot down this badly since...well, since ever. Obviously inexperienced with rejection, he was at a loss on what to say. "Jeez...you sure cut to the chase, don't you?" he laughed nervously.
"Saves time. Guys like you are a dime a dozen -- I've had years of experience."
Ouch. Meanwhile, the Asian girls waved at him from the corner. Well, at least he has a fallback plan. "I guess I should be going then, nice to meet you..."
He felt a hand on his forearm as he got up from the bar stool. "Hey, macho man, I didn't say 'no,' did I?"
Lee tried to hide his happiness. And since when has a girl had the power to toy around with my feelings like this? He cleared his throat and put on a poker face. "Uh, guess not, but your body language says 'fuck off.' I didn't exactly fall off the turnip truck yesterday."
"Tell you what. You pay for my drink, drive me back to your pad, and we'll have some fun. You're cute enough."
"Well, thanks," he said, coyly running a hand through his hair. "Uh, I mean, yeah, okay. Fun. Of course. I'd love to..."
"Stop talking. Let's go."
Lee slowly moved in closer as she downed her champagne. He slid his hands around her waist, lowering his head to her neck. "Lady likes her wine, eh?"
"Why, yes," she purred, clearly enjoying the feel of his firm, moist lips on the hollow of her neck. "I'd do anything for a Pinot Noir."
"I might happen to have some in the cellar which I could share if..." He found it was hard to keep up with the small talk, as he was slowly getting more and more intoxicated by the heat between them. The smell of her citrusy perfume tangling with the wine they'd both had was sending him into overdrive. "...If you plan to stick around."
She eased him backwards onto the bed and started unbuttoning his lavender silk dress shirt, drawing a gasp from him as she ran a painted fingernail down his muscular chest. He couldn't quite explain it...but there was something oddly exciting about feeling powerless. It was different, that was for sure.
Not that he'd let her take over completely, though. "Hey, hey, where's the fire?" he breathed, grabbing her wrists before she could unbutton any further.
"All in the name of convenience. Now lie back and let me -- "
He sat up, not letting go of her wrists, and before she knew it, he'd maneuvered until she was under him. "Well, we should both enjoy this." He slowly lowered his head to tease the hollow of her neck with his tongue as she pushed his unbuttoned shirt off of him. Lee's large, masterful hands very slowly unzipped her tank top.
"Can't you do it any..."
"I like to take my time. Patience, honey." He unhooked her red lace bra and quickly discarded of it. "These things always get in the way..."
"Great way to demonstrate patience," she retorted, but he didn't seem to hear her. He'd stopped whatever it was he was doing and simply stared at her, mesmerized, his steel grey eyes locking with her deep blue ones.
"Wow, honey, you're...you're beautiful."
Lee Chaolan had never said that to any other girl.
"Don't call me honey," she protested as he lowered his head to tease her stomach, his hands traveling further south to unbutton her jeans. "Oh, God, don't stop..."
With one hand, she felt around the dresser and managed to shut off the solitary lamp illuminating the bedroom.
Tired, sweaty, but feeling incredibly sated, Lee rolled onto his back and turned his head to look at the woman who had just given him the wildest night of his entire life. "Well that was worth taking all your feminist pot-shots for one night."
"I'm not feminist," she objected, sitting up and turning the lamp back on. "I'm just sick of men like you."
"Aww, that hurts."
She grinned at him. "But, um, wow. You know the female anatomy very, very well."
"Night after night of experience."
"Ugh. Too much information." She pulled her denim jeans back on.
From the bed, Lee watched her as she started to zip up her tank top. "Well, lady, you are definitely something else."
Her blonde hair fell in front of her face as she slid on her boots. "Thanks," she muttered half-sincerely. "I like to think so."
Somehow, this scene felt all too familiar to Lee, only something was different..."Hey, where are you going? It's only 3AM."
"Yeah, I, uh...I should be getting home soon, my roommate might get worried."
"Don't you want to stay and talk awhile?"
"Talk?" she asked, laughing. "I thought this was a no-strings-attached thing."
"Well, yeah, but I think you're fun. I'd really like to spend some more time with you."
"Listen," she sighed, "I think you're fun, too, but seriously, I don't want my roommate -- he's awfully overprotective -- to have a heart attack or anything."
His eyes widened as he sat up. Was she blowing him off? "Well, um, can I call you?"
She was halfway out the door, not bothering to turn back and look at him. "I really have to go. Nice meeting you, Luke."
"It's 'Lee,'" he corrected her, but all he got in reply was the sound of his door swinging shut. Lee fell back onto the bed, covering his face in his hands as he came to the realization that he'd just been...used. In one night, this mysterious blonde made him feel the way he'd made thousands of other girls in his past feel.
Normally, he wouldn't care. But she was different...and Lee wanted more.
It's not a problem. I'm sure she's listed in the phonebook.
With a sudden sense of urgency, he made a dash for the phonebook and opened it, ready to rifle through the pages for her number.
There was one problem, though.
Lee hadn't gotten her name. "Shit."