[FIC] Last Chance
I have no taste.
2921
BS
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII (I think we all know that). If I did, there would have been more Zack, more Cloud in the lab, lots of Seph/Cloud sex, Turk sex, and Cloud would have worn a dress throughout the entire game. *nod*nod*
Warnings: Mild sexual situations, mild angst.
Notes: WTF??
It started out as a PWP (Elena really wants to keep her job, lol) but adding plot to it sucked out the sex (innuendo -- ha!). So it was left with this.
Last Chance
It became glaringly obvious painfully fast that Elena was not cut out for the job. She had worked hard for many long months to secure her spot as next in line, and when Reno was taken out for injuries, she had been promoted to the Turks. It was what she had wanted for years, but it just wasn't the type of job that suited her. She tested high enough on all of her scores, and no one could deny that she was intelligent. If she hadn't been so set on being a Turk, she would have had a bright future as a researcher. She wasn't very smart though, and she had a tendency to blurt out classified information. Her loose tongue had already landed her in trouble, and she had become something of a joke among her coworkers. But she could be taught silence, and that was not the true problem.
She had been so focused on becoming a Turk that she had turned a blind eye to what, exactly, that meant. She had precise aim with a gun, and she seldom missed a perfect shot. The trouble lay in her psychological mettle. She could not separate herself from her targets. She couldn't make herself see a bulls-eye rather than a human being, and she felt sick with every shot. Her emotions ran too high and too wild to ever be good at what she did, and the best she could hope for was a mediocre life doing something that she hated but told herself was her dream.
With startling clarity, she could still remember being introduced to the other Turks. Her flaws must have been obvious, for the other men had no trouble seeing just how terrible she was for the job. Reno had taken one look at her and laughed. He was still injured from his fight in Sector Seven, and looked terrible. She had felt a swell of pity for him until he laughed at her, and then she wanted nothing more than to slap him hard across the face for doubting her. Rude had smiled thinly, and it had not taken her long to recognize his feelings toward her as pity. Tseng had watched her with an unreadable face, but she could tell he was far from impressed.
Elena couldn't mess up again, and she knew it. By all rights, she should have been "fired." There was no retirement package for Turks, and she knew it. The best she could hope for was sitting behind a desk for the rest of her life, filing papers. Tseng had called her into his office shortly after she was hired. She had made a mistake on an assignment. She had miscalculated and the target had nearly escaped. Her cheeks heated up in embarrassment and shame, as everyone knew of her failure.
She approached the desk quietly, and Tseng looked at her with distaste. "Shut the door behind you," he said calmly. She did as she was told, and took a seat across from him. The room was dark with dim lights and only a small light from the windows. It was almost nighttime, and she was getting ready to leave, but then her boss had called her...
He leaned forward across the desk, and she wanted to squirm in anxiety. "Sir, I know--"
Tseng hushed her with a wave of his hand. "Elena," he said with a condescending tone. "Why did you wish to join our organization?" He asked the question mildly, but his intense stare had her pinned to her seat.
"I--" She stuttered. Wonderful, of all the times she needed her big mouth, it had deserted her. "I-- Sir, I--"
He sighed and looked almost bored while still maintaining his professionalism. It was a neat effect and she wondered if she could ever pull it off. "Elena, being in our business," he paused dramatically. "There is no room for error. Your actions today endangered not only your life, but the lives of your fellow teammates -- in addition to our integrity and the welfare of this company."
She didn't see how one lousy failed mission could hurt Shinra, but she supposed there was a reason he was the boss. "Sir," she started, but he interrupted sharply.
"Elena, tell me why you should be allowed to keep your position."
She fidgeted in her chair and bit her lip. "Sir, I promise it won't happen again. The data--" He was displeased by her answer, and she knew that it was not satisfactory. But what was he expecting of her? What could she say that would be what he wanted to hear?
A sudden thought popped into her mind and she nearly started. Would Tseng be into that? He was a man, and she had never met any man who would refuse... She weighed her options. It had worked on other men before, when she was dangerously close to being fired or when her exam score came back a few points too low to be in the highest class. She flexed her fingers against the chair arm and made up her mind. If it saved her job, then it was worth it. If it got her fired, then she didn't lose anything by taking this chance. Tseng had wanted her out of the Turks since the first day she had been promoted.
She leaned forward and subtly pushed her chest out, exposing her cleavage. The top button of her shirt had popped off during her failed assignment, and she knew he could see the lacy black material of her bra peeping over the edges. "Sir," she said lowly, and Tseng's dark eyes were rooted to her face. For a moment, she thought she had misjudged again, but he made no move to stop her. "I can show you just how far I am prepared to go for the sake of the company," she said. Then, as an afterthought, she added, "And our integrity."
She stood up and started to walk to the other side of the desk, but then thought better of it and kicked off her shoes. They landed against the wall with a sharp thud in the suddenly-quiet building, but she paid no attention as she climbed onto the desk and crawled on her hands and knees to stop in front of him. Tseng said nothing, but his lips were curved into a little smile. "Please, show me," he said and leaned back into his chair.
Elena smiled thinly and finished unbuttoning her shirt. She had left the jacket in the break room, and she made a mental note to get it before she left for the night. She threw the shirt away from her, and it landed in a white puddle on his desk. She moaned low in her throat and slid off the desk, coming to rest right in front of her superior officer. He watched with dark eyes as she moved to straddle him. The chair groaned under their combined weight, and she sent a silent prayer that it would not break. That was not how she wanted this night to end.
"Sir," she said heavily. "I am fully prepared to take control of any situation I will encounter while on duty." She slid her small hands down his chest and tugged lightly at the waist of his pants. Smirking, she slid a hand inside and found him already semi-erect. She unbuttoned his pants and hooked her fingers over his underwear, dragging them off his hips in one quick movement. She took him in her hand and squeezed lightly. "I can keep a good grip on a weapon, Sir, and I am not afraid to use it."
Tseng actually laughed. "So I can see," he said roughly as she gave him another squeeze.
Elena slid off of the chair and settled on her knees in front of him. It had been a while since the last time she had done this, but she had been quite good at in her late teens. She was sure she would not disappoint him in this, at least. With a deep breath, she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She was more out of practice than she had feared, but within moments she had settled back in the groove of things. Lick there, suck now, swallow and roll that tongue like-- She tensed as one of his hands found its way into her hair and pulled sharply. She arched into the touch and then closed her eyes, focused again on her task.
She worked in concentration for several long minutes until he came and she swallowed instinctively, fighting the urge to cough. She pulled away and breathed deeply. Tseng reached forward and wiped away the sweat that had beaded on her brow. "Well, Elena," he said and she was pleased to see that he was trying to regain his composure. "You have proven yourself to be quite adept." He stood and buttoned up his pants. Then, he extended a hand down and helped her to her feet. He picked up her shirt from the desk and helped her into it, and then watched as she meticulously buttoned it and smoothed out the wrinkles. She was shorter now that she was barefoot, and she felt like she was at a disadvantage.
"Sir?" she said expectantly, wanting to know if her gamble had paid off.
He studied her thoughtfully, and she resisted the urge to squirm under his gaze. "You have earned another chance, Elena," he said at last. She breathed a sigh of relief, but the warning look on his face stopped her from feeling secure. "But know that it is your last chance." He took a menacing step closer. "If you blunder through another assignment as you have this one..." He lowered his voice and leaned close until his mouth was next to her ear. "You're gone."
Funny how she remembered that now, at least four years after the incident. That was before she loved him, and she realized now that it was perhaps what had doomed their relationship. Maybe he didn't want to be with a woman he thought was easy. Maybe he didn't want to date a girl who was so sleazy that she went down on her boss after not even a week of working for him.
She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. But she could do neither now. Being a Turk didn't allow for emotions, at least not on the job. They were distracting, dangerous.
She remembered his parting words to her that night, and couldn't help but see the truth in them. She had messed up -- bad -- and now she was certainly on her way out. No sexual act could stop that now. She had burned through her last chance, and time was up.
Her emotions got in the way again. She had done so well for so long, but something had just triggered her into this mess. She had been on surveillance for three weeks. She had watched the terrorist push his little daughter on a swing. She had watched him gently kiss his wife. She had watched him playing with the local children in the park. She knew he was a murderer. She knew that he had killed hundreds of people in explosions. She knew he deserved what they were about to give him. And aiming the gun at his head, Rude by her side doing the same, she had been prepared to give it to him. And then the little girl had run to him, crying "Daddy!" in a loud wail. She had hesitated. And now she was lost.
This wasn't supposed to have happened. She had been a Turk for nearly five years. She hadn't broken down to her emotions since the early days. She had gone from inexperienced rookie to competent agent. She had killed more people than she cared to admit, had watched their bodies slump to the ground as they had no clue what had hit them. She had been in tough spots, but always managed to pull through. She had been tortured at Kadaj's hands, but had not given in to their torment. Despite everything then, she had stood strong.
And now all of that was undone by one little girl crying for her father. Her mind told her to pull the trigger and take his miserable life, but her body refused to cooperate. Rude stepped forward and three shots later, the man fell to the floor, dead. She should have known better, really, but there was nothing to be done for it now.
She crumpled to the floor in seconds, unable to stand on her own feet. It felt like someone had tossed a lit match into her lungs, and the pain was beyond anything she had ever known. Rude rushed to her side, and she could see the tense expression on his face. She could see her reflection in his sunglasses, and she knew it was bad. Three shots. One had hit her; at least one in the target. But the other...? "Rude," she said and was shocked to hear how weak her voice was. "The girl, Rude, is she--?" She stopped and coughed, blood leaking slowly from her lips. She could taste the hot, metallic substance in her mouth. She wanted to wipe it away, but her arms strangely would not move.
Rude glanced away from her, in the direction of the dead man, but it did not reply. It was answer enough.
He was deftly unbuttoning her shirt and tugging away her jacket to see the wound, but she knew it wouldn't help. Each time he touched her, fire burned at her skin, at the entrance wound, but she did not complain. She closed her eyes, but opened them again when she heard footsteps running towards them.
Reno's anxious face appeared over her, and he said, "Elena!" when she closed her eyes again.
"Come to say goodbye?" she asked in a whisper. Reno looked more distressed, but she didn't let him say anything. "Where's Tseng?"
"Coming," he answered quickly with a look toward the door that led into the terrorist's apartment. They were outside, in a barren parking lot. There was something digging into her back, but it was only a mild pain compared to the agony in her chest, and she did her best to ignore it. "He was on the other side of the building," he said in a rush.
"Oh," she breathed, but doubted anyone heard her. She closed her eyes again, as keeping them open was just too hard. She could feel Rude and Reno working over her, trying to treat the wound.
She was almost asleep when she heard Rude call sharply, "Elena! Stay awake!" She tried to follow his order, but it was too much of an effort. She hissed a sharp breath, though, when one of them started shaking her.
"Elena!" she heard a new voice and smiled even through the pain. She opened her eyes to see Tseng, and it didn't hurt so bad.
"Sorry, Sir," she said in a wheeze. He frowned, and she thought even now she could see the disappointment on his handsome face. "It looks like my last chance is up."
"Elena..."
She tried to laugh, but it hurt too much, and she closed her eyes again. "One last chance, and I bungled it good," she said softly. "I guess I was never much of a Turk."
"Don't say that!" One of them shouted, but a hazy fog had permeated her mind, and she could not decipher which one.
"You're a fine Turk, Elena," someone else said.
But she knew it wasn't true. She made what she hoped was a negative reply. "If I were a good Turk," she started, but her mind failed her and she could not find the words to continue. "My replace...ment will be better. Promise?" she asked, but she wasn't sure what she wanted them to promise her.
"Elena," one of them said urgently. "Open your eyes!"
But she couldn't and she wearily shook her head. "Tseng," she breathed and hoped that he was really there, and not just her wishful thinking.
"I'm here," he said roughly.
She smiled. "I'm sorry... about before," she said. She wondered if he would even remember what had happened. It could have meant absolutely nothing to him. She didn't want him to think she was such a loose woman, but she knew she would never have a chance to change it now.
"I am, too," he said quietly, and she had to struggle to hear him.
She smiled and wanted to reach out and touch his hand, but her body would not comply. "I was... so happy being a... Turk," she said slowly. "Loved being with all of you," she said in a rush. "Tseng," she said faintly. "Could you... kiss me?" She didn't expect a response, but she could faintly feel one of them gently touch her hand. She had no way to know which one it was, but she was glad just the same.
Everything felt distant and hazy, and she knew she didn't have much time left. You mess up, and you're gone. It was so true it was painful, but she didn't regret what she had chosen. Being a Turk was what she wanted, and she had enjoyed it while it lasted.
Above her, he leaned down to gently touch his lips to hers, but she never felt the kiss.
(end)
Bah.
I was up all night. Literally. It's morning now. I absolutely could not sleep. Miserable night! So, wrote porn lame romance instead.
[EDIT] I've taken the friends-lock away. Be easy on me?
OH! AND IT'S RATED R FOR SEX!
2921
BS
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII (I think we all know that). If I did, there would have been more Zack, more Cloud in the lab, lots of Seph/Cloud sex, Turk sex, and Cloud would have worn a dress throughout the entire game. *nod*nod*
Warnings: Mild sexual situations, mild angst.
Notes: WTF??
It started out as a PWP (Elena really wants to keep her job, lol) but adding plot to it sucked out the sex (innuendo -- ha!). So it was left with this.
Last Chance
It became glaringly obvious painfully fast that Elena was not cut out for the job. She had worked hard for many long months to secure her spot as next in line, and when Reno was taken out for injuries, she had been promoted to the Turks. It was what she had wanted for years, but it just wasn't the type of job that suited her. She tested high enough on all of her scores, and no one could deny that she was intelligent. If she hadn't been so set on being a Turk, she would have had a bright future as a researcher. She wasn't very smart though, and she had a tendency to blurt out classified information. Her loose tongue had already landed her in trouble, and she had become something of a joke among her coworkers. But she could be taught silence, and that was not the true problem.
She had been so focused on becoming a Turk that she had turned a blind eye to what, exactly, that meant. She had precise aim with a gun, and she seldom missed a perfect shot. The trouble lay in her psychological mettle. She could not separate herself from her targets. She couldn't make herself see a bulls-eye rather than a human being, and she felt sick with every shot. Her emotions ran too high and too wild to ever be good at what she did, and the best she could hope for was a mediocre life doing something that she hated but told herself was her dream.
With startling clarity, she could still remember being introduced to the other Turks. Her flaws must have been obvious, for the other men had no trouble seeing just how terrible she was for the job. Reno had taken one look at her and laughed. He was still injured from his fight in Sector Seven, and looked terrible. She had felt a swell of pity for him until he laughed at her, and then she wanted nothing more than to slap him hard across the face for doubting her. Rude had smiled thinly, and it had not taken her long to recognize his feelings toward her as pity. Tseng had watched her with an unreadable face, but she could tell he was far from impressed.
Elena couldn't mess up again, and she knew it. By all rights, she should have been "fired." There was no retirement package for Turks, and she knew it. The best she could hope for was sitting behind a desk for the rest of her life, filing papers. Tseng had called her into his office shortly after she was hired. She had made a mistake on an assignment. She had miscalculated and the target had nearly escaped. Her cheeks heated up in embarrassment and shame, as everyone knew of her failure.
She approached the desk quietly, and Tseng looked at her with distaste. "Shut the door behind you," he said calmly. She did as she was told, and took a seat across from him. The room was dark with dim lights and only a small light from the windows. It was almost nighttime, and she was getting ready to leave, but then her boss had called her...
He leaned forward across the desk, and she wanted to squirm in anxiety. "Sir, I know--"
Tseng hushed her with a wave of his hand. "Elena," he said with a condescending tone. "Why did you wish to join our organization?" He asked the question mildly, but his intense stare had her pinned to her seat.
"I--" She stuttered. Wonderful, of all the times she needed her big mouth, it had deserted her. "I-- Sir, I--"
He sighed and looked almost bored while still maintaining his professionalism. It was a neat effect and she wondered if she could ever pull it off. "Elena, being in our business," he paused dramatically. "There is no room for error. Your actions today endangered not only your life, but the lives of your fellow teammates -- in addition to our integrity and the welfare of this company."
She didn't see how one lousy failed mission could hurt Shinra, but she supposed there was a reason he was the boss. "Sir," she started, but he interrupted sharply.
"Elena, tell me why you should be allowed to keep your position."
She fidgeted in her chair and bit her lip. "Sir, I promise it won't happen again. The data--" He was displeased by her answer, and she knew that it was not satisfactory. But what was he expecting of her? What could she say that would be what he wanted to hear?
A sudden thought popped into her mind and she nearly started. Would Tseng be into that? He was a man, and she had never met any man who would refuse... She weighed her options. It had worked on other men before, when she was dangerously close to being fired or when her exam score came back a few points too low to be in the highest class. She flexed her fingers against the chair arm and made up her mind. If it saved her job, then it was worth it. If it got her fired, then she didn't lose anything by taking this chance. Tseng had wanted her out of the Turks since the first day she had been promoted.
She leaned forward and subtly pushed her chest out, exposing her cleavage. The top button of her shirt had popped off during her failed assignment, and she knew he could see the lacy black material of her bra peeping over the edges. "Sir," she said lowly, and Tseng's dark eyes were rooted to her face. For a moment, she thought she had misjudged again, but he made no move to stop her. "I can show you just how far I am prepared to go for the sake of the company," she said. Then, as an afterthought, she added, "And our integrity."
She stood up and started to walk to the other side of the desk, but then thought better of it and kicked off her shoes. They landed against the wall with a sharp thud in the suddenly-quiet building, but she paid no attention as she climbed onto the desk and crawled on her hands and knees to stop in front of him. Tseng said nothing, but his lips were curved into a little smile. "Please, show me," he said and leaned back into his chair.
Elena smiled thinly and finished unbuttoning her shirt. She had left the jacket in the break room, and she made a mental note to get it before she left for the night. She threw the shirt away from her, and it landed in a white puddle on his desk. She moaned low in her throat and slid off the desk, coming to rest right in front of her superior officer. He watched with dark eyes as she moved to straddle him. The chair groaned under their combined weight, and she sent a silent prayer that it would not break. That was not how she wanted this night to end.
"Sir," she said heavily. "I am fully prepared to take control of any situation I will encounter while on duty." She slid her small hands down his chest and tugged lightly at the waist of his pants. Smirking, she slid a hand inside and found him already semi-erect. She unbuttoned his pants and hooked her fingers over his underwear, dragging them off his hips in one quick movement. She took him in her hand and squeezed lightly. "I can keep a good grip on a weapon, Sir, and I am not afraid to use it."
Tseng actually laughed. "So I can see," he said roughly as she gave him another squeeze.
Elena slid off of the chair and settled on her knees in front of him. It had been a while since the last time she had done this, but she had been quite good at in her late teens. She was sure she would not disappoint him in this, at least. With a deep breath, she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She was more out of practice than she had feared, but within moments she had settled back in the groove of things. Lick there, suck now, swallow and roll that tongue like-- She tensed as one of his hands found its way into her hair and pulled sharply. She arched into the touch and then closed her eyes, focused again on her task.
She worked in concentration for several long minutes until he came and she swallowed instinctively, fighting the urge to cough. She pulled away and breathed deeply. Tseng reached forward and wiped away the sweat that had beaded on her brow. "Well, Elena," he said and she was pleased to see that he was trying to regain his composure. "You have proven yourself to be quite adept." He stood and buttoned up his pants. Then, he extended a hand down and helped her to her feet. He picked up her shirt from the desk and helped her into it, and then watched as she meticulously buttoned it and smoothed out the wrinkles. She was shorter now that she was barefoot, and she felt like she was at a disadvantage.
"Sir?" she said expectantly, wanting to know if her gamble had paid off.
He studied her thoughtfully, and she resisted the urge to squirm under his gaze. "You have earned another chance, Elena," he said at last. She breathed a sigh of relief, but the warning look on his face stopped her from feeling secure. "But know that it is your last chance." He took a menacing step closer. "If you blunder through another assignment as you have this one..." He lowered his voice and leaned close until his mouth was next to her ear. "You're gone."
Funny how she remembered that now, at least four years after the incident. That was before she loved him, and she realized now that it was perhaps what had doomed their relationship. Maybe he didn't want to be with a woman he thought was easy. Maybe he didn't want to date a girl who was so sleazy that she went down on her boss after not even a week of working for him.
She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. But she could do neither now. Being a Turk didn't allow for emotions, at least not on the job. They were distracting, dangerous.
She remembered his parting words to her that night, and couldn't help but see the truth in them. She had messed up -- bad -- and now she was certainly on her way out. No sexual act could stop that now. She had burned through her last chance, and time was up.
Her emotions got in the way again. She had done so well for so long, but something had just triggered her into this mess. She had been on surveillance for three weeks. She had watched the terrorist push his little daughter on a swing. She had watched him gently kiss his wife. She had watched him playing with the local children in the park. She knew he was a murderer. She knew that he had killed hundreds of people in explosions. She knew he deserved what they were about to give him. And aiming the gun at his head, Rude by her side doing the same, she had been prepared to give it to him. And then the little girl had run to him, crying "Daddy!" in a loud wail. She had hesitated. And now she was lost.
This wasn't supposed to have happened. She had been a Turk for nearly five years. She hadn't broken down to her emotions since the early days. She had gone from inexperienced rookie to competent agent. She had killed more people than she cared to admit, had watched their bodies slump to the ground as they had no clue what had hit them. She had been in tough spots, but always managed to pull through. She had been tortured at Kadaj's hands, but had not given in to their torment. Despite everything then, she had stood strong.
And now all of that was undone by one little girl crying for her father. Her mind told her to pull the trigger and take his miserable life, but her body refused to cooperate. Rude stepped forward and three shots later, the man fell to the floor, dead. She should have known better, really, but there was nothing to be done for it now.
She crumpled to the floor in seconds, unable to stand on her own feet. It felt like someone had tossed a lit match into her lungs, and the pain was beyond anything she had ever known. Rude rushed to her side, and she could see the tense expression on his face. She could see her reflection in his sunglasses, and she knew it was bad. Three shots. One had hit her; at least one in the target. But the other...? "Rude," she said and was shocked to hear how weak her voice was. "The girl, Rude, is she--?" She stopped and coughed, blood leaking slowly from her lips. She could taste the hot, metallic substance in her mouth. She wanted to wipe it away, but her arms strangely would not move.
Rude glanced away from her, in the direction of the dead man, but it did not reply. It was answer enough.
He was deftly unbuttoning her shirt and tugging away her jacket to see the wound, but she knew it wouldn't help. Each time he touched her, fire burned at her skin, at the entrance wound, but she did not complain. She closed her eyes, but opened them again when she heard footsteps running towards them.
Reno's anxious face appeared over her, and he said, "Elena!" when she closed her eyes again.
"Come to say goodbye?" she asked in a whisper. Reno looked more distressed, but she didn't let him say anything. "Where's Tseng?"
"Coming," he answered quickly with a look toward the door that led into the terrorist's apartment. They were outside, in a barren parking lot. There was something digging into her back, but it was only a mild pain compared to the agony in her chest, and she did her best to ignore it. "He was on the other side of the building," he said in a rush.
"Oh," she breathed, but doubted anyone heard her. She closed her eyes again, as keeping them open was just too hard. She could feel Rude and Reno working over her, trying to treat the wound.
She was almost asleep when she heard Rude call sharply, "Elena! Stay awake!" She tried to follow his order, but it was too much of an effort. She hissed a sharp breath, though, when one of them started shaking her.
"Elena!" she heard a new voice and smiled even through the pain. She opened her eyes to see Tseng, and it didn't hurt so bad.
"Sorry, Sir," she said in a wheeze. He frowned, and she thought even now she could see the disappointment on his handsome face. "It looks like my last chance is up."
"Elena..."
She tried to laugh, but it hurt too much, and she closed her eyes again. "One last chance, and I bungled it good," she said softly. "I guess I was never much of a Turk."
"Don't say that!" One of them shouted, but a hazy fog had permeated her mind, and she could not decipher which one.
"You're a fine Turk, Elena," someone else said.
But she knew it wasn't true. She made what she hoped was a negative reply. "If I were a good Turk," she started, but her mind failed her and she could not find the words to continue. "My replace...ment will be better. Promise?" she asked, but she wasn't sure what she wanted them to promise her.
"Elena," one of them said urgently. "Open your eyes!"
But she couldn't and she wearily shook her head. "Tseng," she breathed and hoped that he was really there, and not just her wishful thinking.
"I'm here," he said roughly.
She smiled. "I'm sorry... about before," she said. She wondered if he would even remember what had happened. It could have meant absolutely nothing to him. She didn't want him to think she was such a loose woman, but she knew she would never have a chance to change it now.
"I am, too," he said quietly, and she had to struggle to hear him.
She smiled and wanted to reach out and touch his hand, but her body would not comply. "I was... so happy being a... Turk," she said slowly. "Loved being with all of you," she said in a rush. "Tseng," she said faintly. "Could you... kiss me?" She didn't expect a response, but she could faintly feel one of them gently touch her hand. She had no way to know which one it was, but she was glad just the same.
Everything felt distant and hazy, and she knew she didn't have much time left. You mess up, and you're gone. It was so true it was painful, but she didn't regret what she had chosen. Being a Turk was what she wanted, and she had enjoyed it while it lasted.
Above her, he leaned down to gently touch his lips to hers, but she never felt the kiss.
(end)
Bah.
I was up all night. Literally. It's morning now. I absolutely could not sleep. Miserable night! So, wrote porn lame romance instead.
[EDIT] I've taken the friends-lock away. Be easy on me?
OH! AND IT'S RATED R FOR SEX!