Saturday Morning
Saturday Morning
A Oneshot
As morning light tenderly caressed the face of perfection and the golden hair of the woman nestled atop him beneath his entangled sheets, stirring her to life, a dawning of realization came with the sunrise snaking in through the partially drawn curtains: she had jeopardized her career, sabotaged her business relationship with the most prominent man in probably all of Gaia, and endangered her personal safety in all but eight hours.
Yet as her fingertips thoughtlessly traced patterns against his bare chest, her worries seemed light years away, the reality of these consequences had hardly sunk into her at all. All that seemed valid was the feeling of his skin against hers in a thousand subtle and blatant ways from her chest against his stomach to her toes against his ankles, and the smirk forming on his lips with one arm propped under his head to analyze her with those piercing blue eyes softened by the daybreak sunlight.
Minutes had passed and in those moments of silence and analysis, her cheeks grew flush with the colors of a red rose, her brown eyes averting from his, to his naked body beneath hers as if finally discovering that he was even naked at all.
"Good morning, Elena," he uttered softly, yet she could swear his voice had filled the colossal expanse of his bedroom as one rough finger moved to her face, brushing her blonde hair from those chocolate eyes of hers, that smirk almost glued in place, it seemed.
"G-Good morning, sir," she offered in response, one immense flood of insecurity washing over her, as if the night before had never happened at all, yet all the proof remained from their discarded clothes to the rarely witnessed but commonly sought after image of Rufus with hair that wasn't up to par with perfection's golden standards—yet he was still incredibly handsome beneath the five 'o' clock shadow and mussed hair.
A faint, virtually inaudible chuckle escaped from Rufus Shinra's lips at her morning greeting. "Call me Rufus, Elena—especially when we're still in my bed."
Elena had hardly thought it possible, yet she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, increasing the blush that had already resided there, her teeth automatically maneuvering to her bottom lip to tug at the flesh. "It's just a habit, after all, if I called you Rufus at work, everyone would really begin to think there's something going on between us. There sort of is, right, s—" His index finger collided with the lips she had previously been assaulting with her teeth and he shook his head.
"We're not going to discuss work today."
And on that Saturday morning, with the sun kissing their exposed skin and the silken sheets covering their lower halves in Rufus Shinra's bed, Elena urged everything to flee from her thoughts—all her worries and woes of her working world vanished, all that was her reality for those hours was him and every subtle way in which he made her feel a little less like just another speck in the cosmos.
MohawkFetish: To be honest, when I sat down and started typing, I had no idea where this was going. The end result after some editing and thought was this; I'm hoping you like it? Please give me some feedback and thank you for reading.