Author's Note: Well, this is going to be interesting. I'm sick, exhausted,
and on Nyquil. Any sane person would just give in and go to bed. Instead,
I'm going to write a Tseng/Elena fic.
Who's to blame: Unfortunately, I have to lay the blame on the very talented Zeng Li and Anime Faerie. Anime Faerie's story A Comfort Thing gave me the guts to write something like this and Zeng Li's Turks Party sparked the story. Thank you guys. For good of for ill, you are my muses tonight.
One more thing: Incidentally, I just wanted to warn whoever is reading this that my Elena is going to be a little bit different from what people usually stereotype her as. I also wanted to say that the rating in the piece is very well deserved. If that bothers you, please don't bother reading this just to flame me. Believe me though when I say that I am going somewhere with this. Plot will follow! I promise!
*Warning: Rated R for sexual content*
~ Salvation ~
Tseng walked a bit behind Elena. She was content to chatter on, oblivious to the fact that Tseng wasn't really listening. He was looking.
Tseng eyed Elena's smooth curves that swayed as she walked. That soft blonde hair of hers was bouncing as she moved, caressing the back of her neck.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Gods knew he had drunk enough of it. The Turks had gone out tonight. Reno and Rude had left a little while ago and so now it was just Tseng and Elena. Elena, who was walking ahead of him, her hips swaying rhythmically.
It would be so easy, a voice whispered to him. Tseng knew how she felt about him. Elena wouldn't stop him.
A part of him argued it was wrong but Tseng stomped that out immediately. Without really thinking, he snatched forward and grabbed Elena's hand. She gasped as she spun around and found herself pressed against Tseng's chest. She looked up, startled and confused. Tseng looked down at her, squinted slightly as he looked her full in the face. Then, he bent down and pressed his lips against hers.
It was a rough, hard kiss. Her mouth opened and his tongue slid in. She moaned a little as he kissed her. Elena wrapped her hands around his neck, pushing him further against her. Tseng granted her wish and pushed deeper. He felt a long, feminine leg slide up against his.
Far too soon a lack of oxygen pushed them apart. Breathless, Elena looked up to Tseng and he made himself meet her gaze, made himself see that look that she was giving him, knowing that no such thing was reflected in his eyes.
A part of him screamed that he didn't have to wait, that he could have her right now here in the back of this alley but that was just too low.
"Come on." Tseng said, his voice rough.
They ran the two blocks to his apartment.
Breathless from the long run and from something else, they leaned against the door of Tseng's apartment. With fumbling hands, Tseng unlocked the door. They both stumbled forward. Instantly, Tseng's mouth found hers. Her fingers twinned up in his hair, pushing him closer. Tseng kicked the door shut behind him and his hands traveled up her form. They stumbled towards the bedroom.
They hit the bed with a soft thunk. With practiced hands, Tseng pulled off Elena's blouse. She helped him shrug out of his shirt. Seeing the black lace of her bra, Tseng buried his face in Elena's soft cleavage. There was a quiet click and soon all Elena could feel was his mouth, his tongue, his fingers. She gasped and cried out her pleasure. The rest of their clothes fell away leaving their bodies intermingled. Tseng felt the sensation grow inside him, almost to a point of pain and a new pressure was pressed fast against Elena's legs.
"Oh Tseng! Please. . . wait!" Elena gasped against him. With the last of his self-control, Tseng did. He took her higher with him, until her cries echoed in the room. Then, a singular note entered her voice as she cried out his name. Her entreaties filled his ear.
Two soft legs brushed up against him
"Oh, please. . ." She gasped.
Tseng found his way into her. He stopped thinking. The world stopped turning. All there was was sensation and the sound of Elena's voice as she cried out again and again and again.
Afterward, sweaty and exhausted, they disentangled themselves from one and other. Tseng rolled over onto his back and Elena lay down, the length of her body pressed against his side. Tseng rested his eyes and dozed.
It wasn't long before he felt feminine fingers brushing against his skin. Two lips pressed against his chest.
Tseng opened his eyes and looked down at Elena. She looked up at him and smiled.
"How long?" she asked quietly. Tseng gave her a confused look.
"Until you can. . ." Suddenly, he understood. Was she that. . .?
"About an hour," he said, equally quiet. He closed his eyes again but opened them almost instantly when he felt those fingertips brushing against him.
"Elena?" he asked. Tseng felt her smile against his skin before she looked up again.
"Have you ever heard of the Honey Bee Inn?" Tseng was not normally a man to act surprised but Elena had posed her question in such a normal voice and it was so unexpected that he couldn't help but start. Elena chuckled low in her throat.
"I worked there for two years." She lowered her head back to his chest and caressed him again.
"One hour, Tseng," she breathed against his skin.
Suddenly, he understood what she was suggesting. One hour of these soft caresses, these tiny fires that she was lighting across his form.
"Elena you don't. . ." Suddenly, she did something with her tongue and a groan welled up in his throat, cutting him off. *You don't have to*, he finished mentally.
Tseng felt her lips trail up his neck until they were pressed against his ear.
"I know," she whispered, "but you waited for me. . . This is my thank you." Then, she nipped his ear playfully and her hands went back to her task.
Soon, the fire across Tseng grew and soon he found his lips seeking out hers and his fingers sneaking up to entangle themselves in her hair. A moment, an eternity passed before their caresses grew more fevered. Soon, Tseng felt that sweet pressure again but he delayed.
Elena opened her eyes and sought his.
"Tseng, you don't. . ." He silenced her by pressing his lips against hers again, his tongue sliding in. Then, he moved to her neck, his tongue teasing her flesh. He waited. He wanted to hear that note in her voice again.
Their motions intensified and soon she couldn't take it anymore. Elena cried out and smooth legs graced him. Warmth flooded through him as she guided him deep, deep down.
Who's to blame: Unfortunately, I have to lay the blame on the very talented Zeng Li and Anime Faerie. Anime Faerie's story A Comfort Thing gave me the guts to write something like this and Zeng Li's Turks Party sparked the story. Thank you guys. For good of for ill, you are my muses tonight.
One more thing: Incidentally, I just wanted to warn whoever is reading this that my Elena is going to be a little bit different from what people usually stereotype her as. I also wanted to say that the rating in the piece is very well deserved. If that bothers you, please don't bother reading this just to flame me. Believe me though when I say that I am going somewhere with this. Plot will follow! I promise!
*Warning: Rated R for sexual content*
~ Salvation ~
Tseng walked a bit behind Elena. She was content to chatter on, oblivious to the fact that Tseng wasn't really listening. He was looking.
Tseng eyed Elena's smooth curves that swayed as she walked. That soft blonde hair of hers was bouncing as she moved, caressing the back of her neck.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Gods knew he had drunk enough of it. The Turks had gone out tonight. Reno and Rude had left a little while ago and so now it was just Tseng and Elena. Elena, who was walking ahead of him, her hips swaying rhythmically.
It would be so easy, a voice whispered to him. Tseng knew how she felt about him. Elena wouldn't stop him.
A part of him argued it was wrong but Tseng stomped that out immediately. Without really thinking, he snatched forward and grabbed Elena's hand. She gasped as she spun around and found herself pressed against Tseng's chest. She looked up, startled and confused. Tseng looked down at her, squinted slightly as he looked her full in the face. Then, he bent down and pressed his lips against hers.
It was a rough, hard kiss. Her mouth opened and his tongue slid in. She moaned a little as he kissed her. Elena wrapped her hands around his neck, pushing him further against her. Tseng granted her wish and pushed deeper. He felt a long, feminine leg slide up against his.
Far too soon a lack of oxygen pushed them apart. Breathless, Elena looked up to Tseng and he made himself meet her gaze, made himself see that look that she was giving him, knowing that no such thing was reflected in his eyes.
A part of him screamed that he didn't have to wait, that he could have her right now here in the back of this alley but that was just too low.
"Come on." Tseng said, his voice rough.
They ran the two blocks to his apartment.
Breathless from the long run and from something else, they leaned against the door of Tseng's apartment. With fumbling hands, Tseng unlocked the door. They both stumbled forward. Instantly, Tseng's mouth found hers. Her fingers twinned up in his hair, pushing him closer. Tseng kicked the door shut behind him and his hands traveled up her form. They stumbled towards the bedroom.
They hit the bed with a soft thunk. With practiced hands, Tseng pulled off Elena's blouse. She helped him shrug out of his shirt. Seeing the black lace of her bra, Tseng buried his face in Elena's soft cleavage. There was a quiet click and soon all Elena could feel was his mouth, his tongue, his fingers. She gasped and cried out her pleasure. The rest of their clothes fell away leaving their bodies intermingled. Tseng felt the sensation grow inside him, almost to a point of pain and a new pressure was pressed fast against Elena's legs.
"Oh Tseng! Please. . . wait!" Elena gasped against him. With the last of his self-control, Tseng did. He took her higher with him, until her cries echoed in the room. Then, a singular note entered her voice as she cried out his name. Her entreaties filled his ear.
Two soft legs brushed up against him
"Oh, please. . ." She gasped.
Tseng found his way into her. He stopped thinking. The world stopped turning. All there was was sensation and the sound of Elena's voice as she cried out again and again and again.
Afterward, sweaty and exhausted, they disentangled themselves from one and other. Tseng rolled over onto his back and Elena lay down, the length of her body pressed against his side. Tseng rested his eyes and dozed.
It wasn't long before he felt feminine fingers brushing against his skin. Two lips pressed against his chest.
Tseng opened his eyes and looked down at Elena. She looked up at him and smiled.
"How long?" she asked quietly. Tseng gave her a confused look.
"Until you can. . ." Suddenly, he understood. Was she that. . .?
"About an hour," he said, equally quiet. He closed his eyes again but opened them almost instantly when he felt those fingertips brushing against him.
"Elena?" he asked. Tseng felt her smile against his skin before she looked up again.
"Have you ever heard of the Honey Bee Inn?" Tseng was not normally a man to act surprised but Elena had posed her question in such a normal voice and it was so unexpected that he couldn't help but start. Elena chuckled low in her throat.
"I worked there for two years." She lowered her head back to his chest and caressed him again.
"One hour, Tseng," she breathed against his skin.
Suddenly, he understood what she was suggesting. One hour of these soft caresses, these tiny fires that she was lighting across his form.
"Elena you don't. . ." Suddenly, she did something with her tongue and a groan welled up in his throat, cutting him off. *You don't have to*, he finished mentally.
Tseng felt her lips trail up his neck until they were pressed against his ear.
"I know," she whispered, "but you waited for me. . . This is my thank you." Then, she nipped his ear playfully and her hands went back to her task.
Soon, the fire across Tseng grew and soon he found his lips seeking out hers and his fingers sneaking up to entangle themselves in her hair. A moment, an eternity passed before their caresses grew more fevered. Soon, Tseng felt that sweet pressure again but he delayed.
Elena opened her eyes and sought his.
"Tseng, you don't. . ." He silenced her by pressing his lips against hers again, his tongue sliding in. Then, he moved to her neck, his tongue teasing her flesh. He waited. He wanted to hear that note in her voice again.
Their motions intensified and soon she couldn't take it anymore. Elena cried out and smooth legs graced him. Warmth flooded through him as she guided him deep, deep down.