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Date?

Part 1

Elena raised her head from the mountainous amount of paper work Reno had kindly left on her desk to finish up, and glanced at the clock. She sighed downheartedly, leaned back and rolled her aching neck. It was coming up to nine, and the blonde should've been home two hours ago.

Not that I have anyone to go home to, but still...

"Damn Reno." She grumbled openly to herself, as everyone else had packed up and left the Office hours ago.

Elena rubbed her weary eyes and felt a small prick of guilt stab at her conscience. Of course, had it been any other day, the blonde would've been well within her right to bitch and moan about the red-head. Because, quite frankly, when it came to writing reports and handing them in, he was terrible. However, the day hadn't been like any other day, because today Reno had saved her from being sliced and diced three ways from Sunday.

It had started off as a routine shake down of a small drug gang in what used to be the slums. The gang were operating out of a small perfumery, of all things, and had been smuggling various resins in and out of the city via the goods from the shop. Everything has been going well. Reno had the guys suitably disarmed and cornered, whilst Elena had started searching the premises. That was until Elena had started rifling through the many perfume bottles in the stock room and caught a whiff of Jasmine. Almost immediately, the blonde Turks attention had strayed from the search for narcotics, to the enticing scent, and the delicious memories it awoke in her.

She smelt like this when I kissed her, when I sucked her neck, when I moved my hands over her soft breasts and made her moan. God can she moan! The way she felt under me, over me, with me... curled up in my arms, smiling and smelling of jasmine...

A minute later, Elena had been snapped out of her daydream, by a man writhing on the floor in obvious agony with Reno standing over him, EMR on full blast. Elena cringed as she recalled how fast the blood had drained from her face when she finally stopped glaring are Reno to notice the katana lying on the floor beside the goon. She had been so wrapped up in the jasmine perfume; Elena had failed to check if there was someone else hiding in the room.

And if Reno hadn't come to check on me, I would've been dead.

Elena had never felt so mortified in all of her professional life. She was a seasoned Turk, not some wet behind the ears rookie. Even Reno -although not the model employee himself- had laid into her on the car ride back to the office, at just how stupid she had been.

"Just what in the hell got into you back there, yo?" He had bawled at her. "You saw that sword that guy was packing; how the hell did you miss that?"

Elena had kept her eyes on the road and her mouth shut, whilst her face had lit up like a festive Yule tree.

When they returned to the office, the blond felt so bad about having dropped the ball so badly, she thanked him, promised it would never happen again and offered to finish all of his remaining paper work. Reno just snorted, muttered something about telling Tseng, and dumped her with the huge stack.

Elena's cheeks flushed profusely as she recounted the day's events. She truly wished she could've said that her lapse in concentration had been a one off, however Elena knew better. The sad truth was, it had been happening on and off for the past month, only this was the first time it had ever really affected her job.

It had been a month since that drunken night with Tifa, and it seemed no matter how hard she tried, Elena simply couldn't get her off of her mind.

Not that it was such a bad thing, because the night had been unbelievable.

Seriously, I couldn't talk for a day or two my voice was so hoarse. The woman is simply amazing, and the things she can do... I may never go back to men!

However, whilst it had been a fantastic night -one Elena was never ever likely to forget- it had also been a one off.

Luckily the morning after hadn't been awkward, in fact the busty brunet seemed almost delighted that she had woken, curled up with the Turk. Why, she had even kissed her. But then once they had gotten up, dressed and parted ways, Elena couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed. She knew that she would never wake up in Tifa's bed, warm, cosy and sated again. For some reason the thought had saddened her.

Soon after her passionate tryst with the martial artist, the blonde's dreams got notched up a few certificate ratings. Not that she minded of course.

Yeah, like I'm going to complain about having the most awesome sex dreams I have ever had about a woman who could make every single one of them pale in comparison.

And that was fine, because dreaming was done at night, whilst asleep, tucked up safe in bed.

Then came the daydreams.

It seemed everything reminded the blonde of Tifa. For example, there were at least ten things on her desk alone that filled her mind with images of the martial artist's hair, legs and eyes.

They were mainly flashbacks, brought on by aforementioned office items, of the night they shared. At first it was rather fun, sitting at her desk with a smug, self-satisfied smile, whilst reliving every sordid detail in her head. It was even better during the boring 'Team Meetings' Tseng insisted upon. It was nice, although her imagination could get a little too carried away and there were times where she had to politely excuse herself, and retire to the ladies room for some much needed relief.

However, soon the flashbacks weren't enough. Soon Elena found herself imaging what it would be like to sleep with Tifa for a second time, and then a third and so on and so forth. The female Turk started dreaming up different scenario's concerning how to get the brunet to warm to the idea again, how to convince her dating the blonde would be a good idea, and how nice it would be to wake up together again, as a couple.

The first time Elena had caught herself thinking along those lines, had both shocked and thrilled her.

It had shocked her because, quite frankly, she had never dated a woman before. Nor had she ever really considered it, well not until recently away.

Sure I've slept with women, but actually 'seeing' one? That's a whole different kettle of fish... Hell I can't even date men properly, so gods only knows what I would be like with Tifa.

It was true, she had only properly dated two men in her life, one for one month and the other for six. Both relationships had ended abruptly and badly, thus Elena wasn't very confident in her ability to sustain a stable one.

However at the same time, it thrilled her, although the blonde couldn't for the life of her think why. She reasoned it had something to do with that fact that the brunet was just that good in bed. However, the image of Tifa and herself sat on a sofa together, close and comfortable, with some old kung-fu movie in the background just made Elena's heart swell, ache even.

For the umpteenth time that night, Elena let a weary sigh escape her lips.

"Oh hell! Let's face it; I've got it bad..." She admitted softly to herself.

It was true. The Turk really did have 'it' bad for the young marital artist, and that was a problem.

Whilst fantasies of a potential 'Something' with the brunet were all fine and good, Elena knew deep down, that there was no way she could ever 'be' with Tifa like that. Sure, the blonde had never in her wildest dreams imagined that one day she would actually get to spend the night with Tifa, but this was different. Sex and dating/ 'seeing someone' were two totally different things. Sex could be a bit of one off fun between friends, but dating/ 'seeing someone' implied the building of mutual feelings and emotions and other complicated things beside simple sexual gratification.

There was no way Tifa would be interested in such a thing.

Or would she?

Elena scoffed at herself.

Besides, even if we did actually 'go out', who's to say it wouldn't be a huge meteor sized disaster any way? Sure we get on, and she's easy to talk to and, well, possibly the best lay I've ever had, but is that really enough? Could we honestly work? I mean, what if she likes horrid romantic comedies?

No, in Elena's mind there was no way it could ever work out.

Still, at least she had that one night...

The way she kissed me, and touched me and cried my name and...

Elena's eyes widened as she caught herself starting to drift off into yet another daydream.

Damnit!

The blonde Turk's head snapped up toward the clock again, it was now close to half past nine.

Something needed to be done.

Well, either way I'm dead if I can't snap out of... whatever this is! What have I got to lose?

So, with yet another sigh, Elena gathered her things and made her way to "The 7th Heaven".

TBC...

R+R when ready!