Alright, for a timeline(I have these all explained in my profile), this one is about...8-9 months or so after 'Reticent Watcher'.
In the Tekken timeline, it's sort of where I picture 'end of 6, pre or right before 7'-Lili is probably close to nineteen and Sergei almost thirty, if ages matter.
In any case you all know what you're getting from me in most of these fics. AKA: NSFW. Highly NSFW. Lemon warning.
I wonder if I should have picked a different major...though I suppose being a CEO will have its benefits in the end.
Lili Rochefort had been learning the ins and outs of the corporate business lifestyle quite intensively these past months. Her father-who owned Rochefort Enterprises-was of course grooming her to take over the company. It would basically mean a lifetime of prestige, money to buy an island if she wanted to-well, they could already, but still-and all for not even needing to exert herself too much. It meant all of that for sitting in on meetings, telling other people to sit in on meetings, and going to fine dinners to drink bottles of wine worth more than some people's cars.
On the other hand, it was also learning by doing-which meant sitting in on exceedingly boring meetings, a bunch of paperwork, public appearances with people whom she didn't care about, and the inability to barely get to practice the fighting that she so loved to do on her spare time. The corporate lifestyle seemed to involve meetings, paperwork, and telling people what to do. The last part was sort of fun, at least.
But this would be her life and she loved living in luxury, so she was perfectly okay with it. She could find time to train in any case, and even sneak off to tournaments after putting someone else in her seat while she was gone.
Her classes were on hiatus; she went during the summer, and decided to take the fall off to go on a sort of internship, though with her own company. She would be spending several weeks in Berlin, in an extraordinarily lavish flat-three floors of a high-rise that her father owned-and going through various duties. She would have aforementioned meetings, she would be looking over family assets-but she also looked forward to being alone. She was eighteen now, almost nineteen, and starting to enjoy her time away from the manor more, so long as she was still staying in luxury.
She was also sure that being away from her family would allow more freedom to find some nice tournaments or even street fights to take part in on the side. She was tired of training on her own and she hadn't had a training partner in months.
Sebastian would be back at the manor, though he and her father would be visiting every so often. She had some butlers and maids on hand, who would also be staying at the high-rise, though on other floors. Lili was very much looking forward to having a large place to herself. She didn't mind taking care of herself in some ways. She enjoyed making her own coffee or tea in the morning, the odd snack, and choosing outfits; her servants would bring her meals room-service style. Cleaning was something best left to the servants. Laundry as well. Anything of that nature.
She was still a bit spoiled, after all, and fairly shameless about it, though she always treated her household with kindness. Lili was good at balancing the two-in regards to her household and family acquaintances anyway-due to her father's more gentle way of bringing her up.
Today's agenda was one early meeting, a brunch with a few of her father's colleagues, another meeting, and then a later lunch.
It was getting a bit tiresome. She hadn't had a good scrap in a long time, and she sort of just wanted to have a few days to do what she wanted to. She went to a few nice bars and restaurants, but it still was a bit boring. She had met a few acquaintances, and some of her friends from Monaco had visited, but many of them were in classes at this point.
She sort of liked being in high school. She also more than sort of missed the previous summer, but she tried not to think about that.
Keeping that far from her mind she thought was one of the healthiest things, or else she thought she would begin to pine for something that she could never have.
The final meeting of the day done, she had decided to unwind with a glass of wine in the most expensive restaurant in the city; she sat alone at the corner table, wishing not to be bothered. The wine was a medium-dry red; quite pleasant all told.
She saw her chauffeur walking up to the table; she stood, curious onto what this was about. Often, he did not bother her when she was relaxing. Something had to be up.
"Yes?" she asked.
"My lady. Can we speak in private? This information is...possibly sensitive."
Lili blinked. She nodded. "This place does have private rooms, yes." Most fancy places did, as sometimes people did not want to be disturbed or were having private meetings of their own.
They went to one, Lili paying the fee easily; they were not free and usually had to be reserved, but there wasn't much the Rocheforts could not do when money was involved.
"Your father had been alerted to possible issues. With..."
Lili nodded. He didn't need to finish. "What does he want? Does he want me to come home?" While sometimes she did want to get back, she was sort of looking forward to being off on her own for some time.
He shook his head. "He has arranged extra protection for you. We shall be picking them up on our way back this evening."
Lili sighed, looking clearly annoyed. He still doesn't trust me. Can't he let me fend for myself? She knew he cared, she knew he meant well, but it got so frustrating.
Then she thought back to the men with the large guns that night, who may have killed her if he hadn't been there. She sighed again, getting even more annoyed that she probably couldn't deal with them totally on her own, even though she did accumulate some knowledge in how to deal with armed opponents. She knew there was nothing to be done; she would have to accept this, though she certainly didn't have to like it.
"Fine," she said, her tone still annoyed. "Let me finish my wine."
Her chauffeur-an older, elegant man who seemed sympathetic to her situation-bowed and took his leave. She let out a laugh that was half snort; her household did consist of people who did care for her like family. Sebastian, her longtime butler, family friend, and practically a grandfather to her. Alain, her chauffeur, whom always treated her with kindness and lent a sympathetic ear after her kidnapping. Marie, the head maid, whom had functioned as her mother when she had female matters to discuss that had confused her years ago.
She decided, after finishing the glass, to get this over with. She noticed the rain and pulled her cape on; it was hot, but she would rather not get wet. She sent a message to Alain to come around the front to pick her up. She pulled her light cape around her shoulders so her outfit didn't get wet-she had chosen a more business-oriented style; fine and attractive, though with accents that were a little more on the laid-back side, like sportier boots and shorter sleeves.
Let's get this over with.
The rain was warm, but it was still heavy. Lili stared out the window, waiting to pick up the bodyguard that her father and Sebastian insisted on. I don't know why I'm so bothered. There was that time last year...
But, she had a couple of guards since then...and they were boring, typical, and she sometimes felt she could have given them a run for their money anyway. She was a little grumpy, but she would get over it, like she always had.
The driver pulled aside the hotel, got out, and opened the door. Lili noticed a hulking figure begin to step in.
A very familiar, hulking figure. A figure she knew well...in more ways than one. Many, many more ways. Her stomach twisted, turned, and felt like it was going to fall out. She tried to hold back the small lump in her throat, since she remembered the farewell.
It was indeed-after nearly a year-Sergei.
Her knees nearly went to water, even as she sat and stared over at him to examine his body again. He had a few new scars, but that was expected given his line of work. He looked at her; his expression barely changed, though his eyebrow raised, and a tiny smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, just for a moment. He reached back and took his hair down to shake it out; it was a touch wet from the rain. She forgot how good he looked with his hair down as well, even if it was slightly disheveled. She had seen it worse when she had run her hands through it when...
She shook her head, looking over at him again. He had trouble adjusting to the small seat in the back, which she found sort of amusing. His legs were extremely long and had trouble anywhere that a normal person would just about fit. He wore a long dark green rain jacket along with his heavy fatigue pants-with their usual pockets and buckles, though he had no weapons on them. He carefully tried to avoid getting mud on Lili from his gigantic combat boots as he shifted since their legs were quite close. He wore the biggest boots she had ever seen; the side of her with the morbid fascination about his abilities-that darker side that she even kept hidden from herself, that remembered when he killed the men in the yard-sort of wondered how many times he had to clean blood from them this past year.
He seemed to be wearing a tank top under all of this; it was fairly warm out after all. Lili always liked when he wore them, as she could see the contour of his chest and stomach rather nicely.
Sergei was a very large man, and she always remembered how she felt next to him; Lili was a tall young lady, and always confident. Next to him however she felt somehow simultaneously more vulnerable-but also more powerful; and not necessarily because he would kill anyone who looked at her sideways. He had always supported her in her ventures to get better in her own fighting, and while she didn't need his approval-Sergei knew this and liked this aspect of her as there were too many people who desperately sought approval as a habit-it was the fact that he never gave praise so much as looked at her with a fierce sort of pride in his eyes when she showed her skill.
She shook her head, finally trying to hold back tears. She felt stupid for wanting to cry, but during those last eight or so weeks that Sergei had been there, they had done so much. They grew close. It wasn't only sexual, though there was plenty of that-she had stolen into his room three or four times a week for the night. She would have gone every night, but they decided to play it safe. They had gotten to know each others bodiesexceedingly well...and they got to know each other fairly well, too, as guarded as Sergei could be. It wasn't much, but compared to about anyone else who knew him...Lili knew him best.
She rubbed her eyes, staring out the window. She hoped he would understand.
Sergei looked her up and down again; at her outfit, her hair, and the skin that he liked touching so much back when he was at the manor. The skirt that she wore was of middling length; long enough to be somewhat modest due to her work, but short enough to show off the body she was proud of. He could see just enough of her legs-toned with the dancer's muscle that he liked a lot-that the smirk slowly appeared again in the corner of his mouth. Sergei had managed to push her out of his mind most of the time. When he was on active duty, it was fairly easy, but when he was alone and sipping whatever alcohol he would enjoy at the end of the night, his thoughts would trail back to her now and again. It was very sporadic, but it would happen.
When he had heard that Mr. Rochefort was looking for a bodyguard again, he had spoken to his superiors; since he could perform missions as well while doing this-he would not be staying at the manor this time but at the Berlin high-rise-he gladly took it on. He could perform his duties-which was crushing the Zaibatsu if they got in his way, as they still had not shown any signs of faltering-and in addition, he could get to spend some time with Lili again.
They were not a couple. They knew they could never be a couple. Sergei's life would never allow it, even if he would think of himself the type, which he didn't. Lili's father would probably pale and collapse at the notion of the huge killing machine being part of his family. One could perhaps call what they had a sort of affair, though one with fairly heavy feelings behind it...even if they mostly stayed unspoken. There was no real name for what they had.
But he had the chance, and he took it; Lili Rochefort was the one person he allowed himself to care for. Even if it wasn't traditional-Sergei could not do anything regarding matters of emotion in a traditional manner-he did it in his own way. Physically he accepted how he felt. He had gotten to know her body very well back at the manor. Lili for him was the perfect size; fairly tall and well toned from her regular exercise and training, though still fairly slight compared to him. He had to try not to think about that too much right now, or how it felt to have those legs wrap around him...or else Alain and whatever servants would be there might get a very odd opinion if they accidentally glanced toward his trousers.
He was technically on duty, but as his duty was to keep watch over Lili...he figured he was doing exactly that.
The ride took about a half hour; they were in silence the entire time. Lili would occasionally look over, catching his glance. It was strange; even after this long, they were calm. While Lili felt fairly emotional at the moment, she was composed. She knew what they had. It was not what others had, but it was enough for them.
When they arrived, Alain opened the door and the two stepped out, Sergei stretching as he had been a bit cramped in the back. It was not one of the roomier limos, though it was large. Lili started to head inside, telling the servants to have a few things ready for her as she saw Sergei going over a few things with Alain; the old chauffeur looked obviously uncomfortable.
Sergei Dragunov could cause discomfort in even the hardest people by just looking at them. It was a quality that Lili quite liked, given her attraction to danger.
She stepped toward the private elevator that took people to the more ritzy areas of the building; it was to ensure privacy and security. Sergei followed her in, but no one else came. It was all she could do to hold back. She wanted to touch him again, to kiss him...to do much more with him, but she would have to wait.
Sergei had a giant four room flat-supplied by Mr. Rochefort-near the top floor. He stepped off the elevator and turned around, giving her a single nod...and a tiny smirk, which he had often given her at the manor. He turned back toward the hall as the door closed.
Lili smiled; if one were to see her, she would have a very pleased look on her face...with perhaps a bit of a wicked gleam in her eye.
This entire thing could not have worked out better.