Disclaimer: I DONT OWN THEM DAMNIT! cries
AN: Hehe. Yet another I was so bored in history class story. Why the best ideas always come and distract when you should listen and learn?
Breaths
Tseng smiles - like really, actually smiles - when he feels the warm breath tickling the skin of his neck. He sits in his office, eyes closed, feeling as comfortable as possible in his leather chair. He has to admit that being half asleep at work is not his usual style but lately the lack of sleep and the huge piles of paperwork have been just too... exhausting. After rebuilding the ShinRa they had suffered trough (that's right, suffered) a huge attitude change while trying to make people believe that they are much kinder, friendlier and so-totally-not-killing-the-planet Company. And that of course means far less killings, tortures, assassinations, stake outs and other exciting things and far more paperwork, ridiculous fancy dinners where you have to dress up and bring a date, paperwork, being a car driver and everyday bodyguard, paperwork and new black uniforms and did he already mention tons of paperwork (which somehow always end up to his or Elenas desk). But at this moment he can almost forget all the painful paper cuts in his fingers (bullets: ok, stabs: okay, blunt force traumas: ok, but paper cuts: a big no no) thanks to the soft breath.
"Elena" he mumbles softly, lifting his hand from his lap to touch her always so warm and smooth skin. His mind is already painting all the nice pictures to his closed eyelids: the way she looks when she wakes up, hair messy and eyes still drowsy, the way she looks when you glance her over the coffee mug, her big, soft eyes sparkling when he says something nice to her, the way she looks in those super expensive dresses she has to wear to those god damn dinners (hmm... maybe they are not as bad thing as he thought after all)...
"YOU GUYS ARE SO TOTALLY BUSTED!! I KNEW YOU WERE SLEEPING TOGETHER! I KNEW IT!!!"
Tseng jumps when voice yells right next to his left ear probably making him deaf for the rest of his life. Ears ringing he opens his eyes and sees... well definitely not the one he was hoping to see. Soft breaths did not belong to Elena at all. But to Reno instead. Oh shit.
"RUDE WHERE ARE MY 100 GILS?!" Reno continues his yells this time (thanks to gods) away from his precious ear.
Tseng can feel the migraine coming, a really big, nasty one. Deciding that this probably couldn't make it any worse he slams his forehead down to his desk letting the cool wood calm the throbbing pain. Reno keeps yelling like all dreams he ever had have are now true, like today is Christmas, his birthday and new year at the same time and a stripper just jumped out from the cake. Keeping his head down trying to shut out the noise Tseng makes a really important decision:
He would kill Reno.
