Chapter Six: The Morning After / An Office Romance
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Reno:
The sunlight streaming through the window woke me the next morning. We'd christened each room the same way we'd christened the first one: by having sex on every available surface. I was actually surprised to see the familiar blue walls and feel the soft, familiar sheets against my skin.
The second surprise laid half on top of me, his nose buried in my hair. All I had to do to watch a whiff of his scent was turn my head and bury my nose against his neck, which I promptly did. I loved the way he smelled, like jade and lavender and a touch of something spicy and soothing that I just couldn't place.
One of his legs was between and one arm was wrapped possessively around my waist. My arms were wrapped around him, as well. It was like we were both scared that the other would be taken from us.
Slowly, the dark haired man on top of me stirred, stretching like a relaxed cat and wincing at the soreness in his back before ignoring it.
He nuzzled my neck slightly. "Good morning, Reno," he said softly before dropping a kiss on my skin. "What time is it?"
"Eh, it's only about 5:30 am. Sunrise woke me," I commented.
He made no effort to move from where he was. "Good. Then we have some time."
When he pressed his lips to mine, the apocalypse could have come and I wouldn't have noticed.
I could like waking up to this.
The sunlight streaming through the window woke me the next morning. We'd christened each room the same way we'd christened the first one: by having sex on every available surface. I was actually surprised to see the familiar blue walls and feel the soft, familiar sheets against my skin.
The second surprise laid half on top of me, his nose buried in my hair. All I had to do to watch a whiff of his scent was turn my head and bury my nose against his neck, which I promptly did. I loved the way he smelled, like jade and lavender and a touch of something spicy and soothing that I just couldn't place.
One of his legs was between and one arm was wrapped possessively around my waist. My arms were wrapped around him, as well. It was like we were both scared that the other would be taken from us.
Slowly, the dark haired man on top of me stirred, stretching like a relaxed cat and wincing at the soreness in his back before ignoring it.
He nuzzled my neck slightly. "Good morning, Reno," he said softly before dropping a kiss on my skin. "What time is it?"
"Eh, it's only about 5:30 am. Sunrise woke me," I commented.
He made no effort to move from where he was. "Good. Then we have some time."
When he pressed his lips to mine, the apocalypse could have come and I wouldn't have noticed.
I could like waking up to this.
Tseng:
Ah, Reno. For one so straight-forward, he was full of contradictions. He had no trouble sleeping with me –and I was his boss– but he didn't want everyone at the office to know.
"It's not that I'm not proud, Tseng," he'd told me this morning. "It's that they'll never let me live it down."
Despite that, I was not at all bothered by the fact our coworkers might know. So what? I finally got the one I'd wanted all along. I kind of wanted to shout it from the rooftops.
It must have been that delirious insanity that drove me to do it. Really. Because if it wasn't that, we were going to find out a few interesting things in the bedroom soon.
The door to my office was closed, as always, and I was aching for Reno. Again. So I did something I'd never dreamed of doing at the office: I opened my pants, took my already-hard cock in my hand and began to work myself with slow, steady strokes, just enough to keep stimulating me but not enough to push me over the edge. The point of this was not to get myself off. It was to achieve the proper breathless, I-need-you-now tone. Once I achieved it, I called the one person who would care.
"I need you," I breathed out into the phone when he picked up.
The phone was slammed back on the receiver, and less than a minute later, a very horny-looking redhead stormed into my office.
Ah. Office romances, how I love them.
Ah, Reno. For one so straight-forward, he was full of contradictions. He had no trouble sleeping with me –and I was his boss– but he didn't want everyone at the office to know.
"It's not that I'm not proud, Tseng," he'd told me this morning. "It's that they'll never let me live it down."
Despite that, I was not at all bothered by the fact our coworkers might know. So what? I finally got the one I'd wanted all along. I kind of wanted to shout it from the rooftops.
It must have been that delirious insanity that drove me to do it. Really. Because if it wasn't that, we were going to find out a few interesting things in the bedroom soon.
The door to my office was closed, as always, and I was aching for Reno. Again. So I did something I'd never dreamed of doing at the office: I opened my pants, took my already-hard cock in my hand and began to work myself with slow, steady strokes, just enough to keep stimulating me but not enough to push me over the edge. The point of this was not to get myself off. It was to achieve the proper breathless, I-need-you-now tone. Once I achieved it, I called the one person who would care.
"I need you," I breathed out into the phone when he picked up.
The phone was slammed back on the receiver, and less than a minute later, a very horny-looking redhead stormed into my office.
Ah. Office romances, how I love them.
Elena:
Quiet voices raised in passion were not a common thing in the office.
I was almost embarrassed to hear them until Reeve gave a knowing smile.
"Perhaps I should talk to Mr. Shinra about getting Tseng's office sound-proofed?" he suggested casually.
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But at least they've stopped dancing around it."
"Yeah. All it took was one hell of a hang over," Reeve told me, chuckling darkly.
Quiet voices raised in passion were not a common thing in the office.
I was almost embarrassed to hear them until Reeve gave a knowing smile.
"Perhaps I should talk to Mr. Shinra about getting Tseng's office sound-proofed?" he suggested casually.
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But at least they've stopped dancing around it."
"Yeah. All it took was one hell of a hang over," Reeve told me, chuckling darkly.
The End
