Nathan Drake was not one-of-a-kind man. He was like any other! Any other man who climbs mountains like stairs, has a huge knowledge of history and a head for ancient deadly puzzles, no money, but a funny sense of humor that Elena would have never admitted to like. Yeah, just like any other, right? Right. That's what she was thinking about while she was almost (just almost) running downstair from her hotel room in Perù (where they traveled to catch a plane on the day after for the States) to the bar, where Nate and Sully were having a little party.
The place was cheap: the floor was cracking; one or two springs were out of the mattress, shining in the light on the white sheets; the fornitures had already lost their original colour and painted wood shavings were all around. It looked like a damn cracking tree! But Elena didn't even care. She was very far from her glassy, fancy, techonological house; she also lost her story (but not her job, option she didn't even want to think about), but there was a buzz in her head, that made herself satisfied and kind (just kind) of happy. Plus there was a certain someone downstars, she was missing the view of. He was good looking, she could give him this one.
So Elena took a quite long bath, found some new clothes, hid her part of treasure and run downstairs, jumping two steps in once like a baby, longing for a cold beer, or whatever people drinks in Perù, like an adult. The wood from the stair railing was scratching her left hand, but she didn't seem to notice or to care. She would have rub three red lines on her palm later in the night.
Once there, Elena took a long look to the place. The atmosphere in the bar reflected exactly the air from her hotel room. The heat was so suffocating, that her little joke costed already the clean scent from her shirt. There were a lot of opened windows and a useless ceiling fan right on her head, that was cleary not doing right its job. She waved her hands on her face to get some air, thinking that later she would have regret drinking alcohol.
She moved her head on the right and on the left twice, spotting all the brown hair tall men sitting in front of less tall older men, untill she found the two she was looking for. She got to see the right moment in which Nathan noticed her, rised his eyes and waved his hand, turning on a sparkle in her own chest. She so felt thrilled all in once. Why was she so thrilled about him looking at her in that filty bar while speaking to Sully?
Elena crossed his sight, pitching her eyes in his own, while a stupid embarassing smile spread on her lips. She wouldn't even noticed it if Nate wasn't smiling too just with an angle of his mouth, clearly loosing the interest in his conversation. They stayed put for a long lasting moment, while a sunbean lit her hair, making it look like golden strands on a porcellain skin.
Once that the buzzing coming from Sully's mouth stopped, the enchantment no longer held and Nathan shaked his head looking at him with a whispered "what" on his lips. He saw his friend looking behind his back, catching the sunlight Nate was so lost to look at and then sighing.
Sully gave a pat on the kid's back and then he walked away, leaving those two kids having fun alone. He said hello to Elena when he crossed her path, adding an absent "hey honey" to the hand wave and then he left for good, smiling because of them, trying to remember stories from long ago.
"Hey Sully!" she waved, once he was close to her.
Elena reach out to take him back to the table again, where an half beer was lying on, but he was already far. "Where is he going?" she asked Nate, pointing on their mutual friend with a finger.
He shrugged "His room?" trying to guess and then he took his last sip of beer from a glassy mug and then looked seriously in her eyes. Every inch of smile was faded away, while a single drop of ale was shining on his five o'clock shadow.
"Aah!" she murmured in understanding, looking at Sully's beer on her side of the table, touching the glass with her finger tips and playing with it. The foam had already disappeared and the glass wasn't so chilly as she expected. Gosh, how hot is in here?
"Ah!" he mocked and then made one of his quick moves over the table, catching her lips with his own.
It was quick and unespected. Wet and prickly. Elena saw him approaching, she noticed his fist in the air, as if he didn't know what to do with his hand. Reckless, shy, but brave and good tasty. She closed her eyes to savor the kiss but it was too late: he was already gone in place, leaving her with nothing but air. She opened her eyes again and he was looking at her on his chair, like nothing happened. "That's it?" she teased him, wearing a mischievous smile.
Nathan giggled, just like she did a thousands of time before. He knew, Elena was a piece of woman! A fine, funny, great piece of woman. She was clever and bold, small and good looking, something to cuddle and protect and she didn't even need him to. God, she was so strong and unpredictable, she already saved his sorry ass and these are stuff that put you on top of Nathan Drake's favourite people list. Not that the list is that long.
He didn't wait her to ask him twice! Nate turned around the table, keeping his eyes contact with Elena's, who was waiting in a sensually innocent smile, as if that was everything she thought about in the last days, but also as if she didn't want to admit to him. All he did was reach out, take her longing hand and drang her on his body. This time he didn't spare himself the blunder of not opening his own damn lips, not touch her tongue and, oh fuck!, not starting a fight in her mouth. She knew how to ride the dragon!
Nate tilted his head so to kiss her better, defying her. He was used to create a perfect angle with his neck, so the girl didn't even have to move a single muscle. Or at least just lips's muscles, that he didn't even know if they exist. But Elena wasn't that kind of woman who just waits to be kissed. Elena was so impatient, to be fair. So she tilted her head too and took advantage of the situation. He couldn't see that coming, good job, Elena! But Nate wasn't that kind waiting man either! You may think he did apprecciated her heat, her ardor? Sure he did. But he was a man of action. So he cupped her cheek and took her even closer, spreading his own body on her, just like custard. And maybe she was like vanilla, cause she grabbed his collar and twisted her leg around his hip, pressing one hand on his... Ooh! He could like her so damn much!
"Your room?" Nate asked in a hoarse voice.
"What? You didn't even buy me a beer!" she pretended to complain, even if she didn't care about the beer or about the filthy place they were in or about the people around who were looking at them and speaking in a language she couldn't understand. What language do they speak anyway? Who cares...
"Want a beer?" he tried to fool her with a soft whisper.
"H-hm"
So he tuned around to the table again, took his almost empty mug and poured his last sip in Sully's former drink. He tendered Elena her drink and she giggled. She noticed that around him she laughes all the time. She never let his eyes, took one last long sip and left a satisfied sound, noticing his pierced face.
"You are going to do this again." he said biting his lips, trying to look sensual but being just funny.
At her last smile, Nate took her wrist, pulled her in a hurry outside of bar, right on the stairs. They were both laughing and running away, it felt like being teenager, till the glass fell on the floor. They heard someone calling for them and they both yelled a goofy "oh crap!" and then a "sorry" before of running upstairs again.
"Wait, wait!" she called at some point.
"What?"
"This way." she explained, taking him, almost pulling him, on right path.
The floor was so cracking again, that they could image wood dust falling from someone's ceiling under their feet. Nate made the whole hallway in a few quick steps, while Elena stopped on the right door holding her key and looking at him as she couldn't get the smile off her face. He rejoined her, waiting to hear the click from the lock, breathing on her neck.
She started to laugh once more: one day she would have told him that the breath tickled her skin and he would have had one waepon more to use against her on their couch fight, but it was not the right time. God, she was already rescheduling her routine around him!
Finally they got in the room. They didn't care about the musty, hot, rotten smell around them, nor about the yelling coming from upstair or downstair, nor about the dust they could almost taste or see in the air. They just kissed and the world around disappeared.
It was Elena to take the first step and grab the edge of his white shirt. He thought she was about to take it over, but she seemed to not even care and she let it rest on his belly. The movement gave her room to hook his belt with her fingers. She loosened it and let it fall on the ground, when a methal clinking noise filled the room.
She was a naughty wonder of nature to watch: how she looked busy with his... equipment, how she was handling the situation making him long for action. He couldn't stay put and when he tried to take control, making eye contact and stripping her of her shirt, she shared it.
Nathan hadn't never had a woman who owned him on a so deep level and he kind of liked it. He didn't even notice she skipped completely those foreplays that women always ask for. He found himself lying on her bed with Elena riding his lap. Nate could just make the best of it, following her moans, kissing her open mouth and touching her climax with a finger on her lower lip. Just then he got the privilege to get his pace and to move faster and faster under her, watching her breast going up and down till he couldn't help himself anymore and he stopped abruptly in a satisfied moan, still trembling inside her.
It was the deepest, richest, shortest last intercourse of his entire life!
Elena fell next to him, she could feel a cold breeze on her naked back and the same old smile on her lips. A few strands of hair were stuck by sweat on her forehead, while the tips were moving with her breath on her cerry lips. The mattress was prickly, now wet and sheets looked like so attractive even with the heat coming from all the windows. She felt the hurge to cover herself with something, so she grabbed the tissue and draped her chest and his legs in the movement.
Nate sighed in a comic puff, trying to catch his breath and being funny all in once, and then he tried to say something to get the ball rolling. "So, how was it?" he stupidly said and regretted it in the same moment it came out of him. He watched to Elena, who was about to speak opening her mouth and making a skeptical look with her eyes and her brows together, so he tried a brave move to get through by the skin of his teeth. He kept going on, pretending it was just a joke or pretending to be just a boy. "From a scale of cool to awesome?"
This was too much to not laugh! Elena managed to rise up on her elbows, where a spring tried to sting her skin leaving her with one scar more than expected. She tried to appear serious and look at him, but just that little smile on his lips broke her intentions and she bursted out laughing again. "Well," she began to say, holding the sheets with one hand and moving together the other free one and her head on her side. "I'd say remarkable."
"What?" he asked with an astonished high tone of voice "At least outstanding, come on!"
"No, no way." she replied pretending to be a teacher, just as the ones she met when she was in college, who were used to move their face in a condescending look. "I can give you no more than decent."
Nate got instantly the reference and decided to play along with that. "Can I try again to get an higher vote?" he asked mischievously, rising up on his palms, trapping her in his arms on both side of her head. The mattress bent under his weight.
Elena smiled on his so close lips. "Maybe." she whispered.
"Maybe?" he spelt clearly "Well, you don't know but I'm the master of turning ladies's maybe in yes." he tried to brag in a crooked smile, going down on her neck and getting disappointed when she laughed out all in sudden.
"I can figure." she tried to say, catching her breath between one bursting and another, attempting to sneak out and hide that soft spot on her neck.
When Nate understood what it was happening there, he followed Elena on the bed, finding her hidden under the sheets, that he tried to pull away unsuccessfully, ending up seated against a human-form white burrito. "Leave it, you don't deserve all of this." he said alluding to himself, just to get her out of that thin armor.
Elena fell rightly into the trap. One by one, some little fingers leant over the edge of the sheet, pulling it down cautiously to expose first her hair, then her eyes and in the end her whole face. She found a (naked) amused smiling Nathan Drake, who was staring at her.
"Hello!" he said, in the first evening's orange sunlight.
"Hello." she replied and a moment after his mouth was again on her lips.
Elena found out how gentle and patient Nate could be, definitely more than herself. She also found out an eagerness she didnt' know about her person. Nate took his time, he asked to play with her body, studying her and trying to discover all those soft spots that got her goosebumps just with a delicate touch. He let her doing the same on him, hinting at some good activities she could manage with her mouth, but not before he tried himself those suggested practices on her.
They stayed in that room for almost one day. They ordered food from the bar downstairs and they found out people in Perù weren't used to home (well, hotel) 's delivery. So when a worried Sully knocked on their door, a too much naked Nate went out, covered just by a large and thin pillow, and gave him money and asked for food. They had just to wait and then ate a sort of beef on a stick on that very same bed.
On the morning after, the sun was shy, hidden behind a lot of white and grey clouds that filled the blue as if the star itself was sad for their leaving.
"What a shame!" Sully commented as they all walked together in the airport. He felt as the air was pretty different from the day before. It was thick and wet. The colours were dull and even the people's chattering sounded odd and annoying. The weather was matching with their feelings of emptyness, that the end of another adventure left.
"Did you want to go swimming one last time?" Nate asked jokingly, shaking his friend by his shoulder, having just a sigh and a shrug in reply.
"Who can blame him?" said Elena from behind them. She needed a long time to watch once more the sky of another country, thinking about her empty home in Florida, which was just waiting for her. She knew she would also have missed the adventures, the hunting and his job. Maybe the guy too. She took a long watch on him and she thought he was really capable of his processing ability that he showed off.
As the men were speaking, Elena looked at the departure board, hanged on the ceiling with a tiny methal rope. Her plane was about to leave. She sighed sadly before she called the men. "Hey, you two!"
Sully and Nate turned back to see the woman standing between the panel and a large curved stair that led to the gates.
"We are going on a different directions on this." she said, trying to hide behind humor that sadness that hit her as a speeding truck.
Sully approached to hug her and to whisper her something, that sounded like a "thank you" and a "it's been a pleasure" in Nate's distant ears. He froze in place, till his old friend gave him a knowing look and left the two kids alone for one last time.
"Hey!" she said, holding her bag with both hands on one shoulder.
"Hey!" he replied staring her. But one single word (three letters) sounds not enough. "I'm calling you." he added, mimicing a phone with the first and last fingers of his left hand.
"Yeah, sure." she said distrustfully.
"I mean it!" he said to convince her. And the man meant it for real. He was planning in that right minute to go to visit her in wherever place she lived. Maybe going for a walk together, having a dinner or sharing stories of his next adventure.
"You don't even have my phone number." she pointed out and she was quite right.
"That I was just asking you!" he said, trying to speak on her voice.
Elena giggled. She couldn't say if he was serious or not, but she decided to give him a chance, despite of the skepticism that came out of the mouth. "Just asking me." she repeated.
"Yeah!"
"Pff!"
"So can you give me your phone number?" Nate asked with a mock shining puppy look in his sad eyes.
Elena pretended to think about it tightening her lips in a line, even if she already decided about five minutes ago. "Ok." she just said in a strict voice. She searched for a pen and a piece of paper in her pockets, then she scrawled something on it and gave it to him.
Nate flipped that thing in his hand twice, he noticed something and then he smiled. "Eggs, milk.." he read out loud.
"Not that side!" she complained.
Nathan smiled. "See you soon, Elena Fisher." he said holding tight that tiny piece of paper.
"See you soon, cowboy!" she replied, smiling again, and then they both got away.
Nate was afraid of looking back: he both didn't want to find out he cared for that Fisher girl and didn't want to discover if she was doing the same or not.
There are people, who are exactly like you, with whome you bond in a minute, just like that; people who share your same sense of humor, your interests; those people you have the impression to have met a life time ago. Even if Elena Fisher knew the guy was a fraud on that first time she spoke to him on a phone, there was something in his voice that made her jump into the affair. Best mistake ever happened to make.
She looked behind just to give him one last stare and then she flew away.
Hello folks!
Be kind on me, pleaaassee!
Congratulations to the ones brave enough to be here and read this note! As you may have noticed, English isn't my first language and I'm new in the fandom. I'm so sure there are grammar mistakes here and there (for which, I'm looking for a beta... anyone?) and if you want to point them out, I'll be glad to fix it. This is not my first fanfiction, but I'm used to write in my own language (guess which one is it? :P). This was something I needed to try to get better or improve myself and so... here I am, I guess.
My former idea was to write a very long one shot, but writing by writing I created just one chapter from a two lines hint. If this thing worths it, I may go on and write another chapter and make this two fall in love, break up and end up in Among Thieves.
So let me know what you think, if I should go on or not. I will understand, don't worry.
Kiss and love
P.S. I complitely suck with titles. Be patient about it too! xD