Good, nasty, bloody sex. You have been warned.

~x~x~x~

Storm sat down between her brothers as she finished giving her report, the white cat jumping into her lap, and curling up there.

"Is that all?" the President asked her, and she shook her head, absently caressing the white cat that was in her arms again.

"I have a request. The remaining members of my troop, as well as Captain Wolfe's, would like to be mako tested, to join SOLDIER. I would be grateful if those tests could be done today, for those who agree," she said quietly, though her voice carried. The President only thought about it for a moment, before a wide, beaming smile overtook his face.

"Of course my dear! I would be happy to tell Dr. Hojo to expect them today. Will one of you be accompanying them?" he asked, and she nodded. "Very well, I will inform him as soon as this meeting is done. Will that be all?" She nodded again. "Then you are dismissed, Captain, Lieutenants. Oh Captain, I almost forgot." She turned back to him as the others exited the room, shutting the door. The President held out two new dog tags, and she managed to hold back a frown, keeping her face neutral. Bowing, she took them from him, and turning on her heel, she exited the room. They all wandered down the hallway to the elevator that would take them up to their apartment, since all the meeting rooms, offices, and business stuff took up from level 40-70. Level 64-66 were reserved for the Turks, 67 was the offices for the captains, and 68-70 were meeting rooms for the higher ups.

Everyone but Storm and the cats got off at their apartment, and they frowned, turning and looking at her. She smiled at them, laughing when the cat in her arms thrust his nose into her neck, tickling her.

"I'm going to talk to Tseng," she said, her voice sobering. They only nodded, even though Angeal and Genesis were confused. They didn't know about what had happened with the flowers the night before. As the doors shut, she frowned at her reflection in the shiny surface in front of her. She had never liked these sorts of feelings, as if she just couldn't find a way to be happy. Granted, most of her life wasn't happy, but she was always able to find something, whether it was reading, or just messing around with her brothers. Sliding the current tags off her neck, she attached them to a belt loop of her black jeans, and then put the new ones around her neck, examining them. Captain Storm Strife, it read, and listed her hair color, eye color, and also a comment about the tattoo on her back. Shifting the cat to around her shoulders, she removed the captain pin from her tank top, put it in the small hole at the bottom of one of the tags, and then let them fall against her shirt.

Something hit her legs, making her stagger to the wall, the swords creating a loud screech against the glass, and she growled as she looked down, now hearing the snarling that was going on. The two black ones were wrestling around on the elevator floor, and instead of separating them, she merely stayed where she was, knowing that they would needs skills like this when they were old enough to hunt their own prey. Besides, neither one even had their claws out, and weren't biting hard enough to draw blood. The white one only looked down at his siblings with disdain, and she laughed. It was amazing how quickly these three were picking up on their human language and traits.

The elevator dinged, and immediately the two stopped fighting, though now they were panting. She stepped out of the door, followed as usual by two black shadows, and stopped, grinning at what she was seeing. There was an older, blond woman sitting behind a desk obviously the receptionist, but two shotguns were in a rack behind her. From the new oil smell, and gunpowder, they had been cleaned recently, and were loaded. Then she remembered her new phone, and she sighed. Pulling it out, and ignoring the looks from the lady, she sent Tseng a message, asking him where he was. She piled back into the elevator when he said floor 66, and she was on 64, and hit the proper button. As soon as the doors shut, the two began fighting again, though this time it seemed more serious. A second later, the doors slid open, revealing Tseng and Reno standing there with their arms crossed. She stuck her foot in the door, and frowned down at the still fighting cats. Before she could say anything though, the white one jumped down, and landed on them both, cuffing them each in the side of the head, and sent them sprawling into opposite corners of the elevator. Snickering, she watched as they sheepishly got to their feet, and followed the regally walking white one out through the doors. Shaking her head, and all three humans laughing, she got out of the elevator, and allowed the doors to shut, even as the two black ones began licking the white ones fur apologetically, but he kept his nose turned up, ignoring the two.

"That remind me of the day Sephiroth and Cloud got in trouble, and you refused to talk to them," Reno gasped out, propping himself up on one of the visitor chairs that was in the lobby. It seemed that this floor was offices, with a waiting room and everything. She got the feeling though, that behind the stark white walls, with only a single door, there was more to it. She had to grin at his observation, rolling her shoulder even as she grinned.

"It really does, doesn't it?" she said, and then started laughing with them when the black ones started trying to fight again, and the white one only cuffed them into submission, once again. They all got control of their laughter, and then it was as if a switch was thrown with the three when the single door was opened, and a man in a Turk suit walked through. Their faces went blank, as they all turned to the man, who was holding what seemed to be a rocket launcher in his hand. He stopped, blinking as they all looked at him, and sweat began beading on his face.

"Um, Sir," he said, bowing to Tseng, who inclined his head slightly. "The accuracy is still off slightly. Scarlett can't figure out what's wrong, so she told me to bring it to you." Before Tseng could reach out and take the weapon, Storm got to it first, sitting cross-legged on the floor as she disassembled it. When the pieces were scattered around her, she looked critically at the barrel that would hold the missile, and tsked.

"It's not straight. Plus, the current missile that your using doesn't have enough firing power to leave the barrel straight, and stay straight," she muttered, putting the weapon back together with speed. She stood, and handed the launcher back to the man, who was blinking wide, pale green eyes at her. She gave him a lopsided grin, blushing slightly at the stares she was getting, even from the cats.

"What?" she asked finally, blushing even harder when they only shook their heads, now grinning.

"Didn't know you were good with projectile weapons, yo," Reno said, grinning. Shaking her head, she laughed.

"Wait till you see me on a range," she said with a wink, and he only grinned wider. The man bowed to them all, and walked back into the room. She turned to them, and smiled.

"Would you two care to have lunch with me?" she asked, and Tseng checked his watch, and then nodded.

"We have some time," he said, and she hit the button for the elevator. The doors slid open instantly, and they and the three cats herded in. As she hit the button for level 1, where they would exit onto the plate, Tseng was staring down at the cats as they twined themselves around her legs.

"I never thought I would see the day the Kandier acted like normal animals," he muttered, and the three turned their heads up, growling at him. Storm laughed, and knelt down, petting the cats.

"Friends," she said, pointing at the two of them. They stopped growling, and as she stood, they too began to wind around the men's legs.

Smell gun, the green eyed one said, staring up at Tseng with unblinking eyes.

Him too, the other black one said, staring up at Reno.

"Why are they looking at us like that, yo?" Reno asked, and she could hear the uncertainty in his voice, even as he leaned casually against the wall. She shrugged and glanced at Tseng, but he was crouching down now, staring with awe at the cat.

"They smell your guns," she said, and that got Tseng's attention. He blinked up at her, and then frowned at the cat.

"The oil I use is odorless," he muttered, and Reno nodded. She only shrugged, but then blinked as the white one jumped up onto Reno's shoulder, and then carefully slithered down his chest, tapping something heavy underneath his right arm. With a blink of surprise, Reno pulled out his gun, and the cat nodded, looking at her.

Not oil, he said, adjusting himself back on Reno's shoulders. Powder. She blinked, and then began laughing even as the doors opened into the main lobby of the ShinRa Tower. As they were walking through the place, her getting just as many stares as the cats, something flashed in her vision, then a mike was shoved in her face, as she was trying to blink away the stars.

"Captain Strife! How was Wutai?" shouted a female voice.

"How many people did you save?" another voice shouted.

"Is it true your brothers are dating?" a male one shouted, and it was that question that snapped her patience. The three cats had already climbed on her, and were keeping the horde away from her, and she growled, her eyes snapping purple fire that made them shut up immediately, and back more steps away from her.

"Our personal lives are none of your business. If any of you ever want another interview, or even pictures, I would suggest waiting until we contact you, and don't come back to the Tower, or it will be your last visit here," she snarled out, her hands tightening on the hilts of her daggers warningly. The flashes of the cameras started going off again, and what little patience she had managed to get back went out the window at the shouted questions. In movements to swift to be even caught by the cameras, she unsheathed a dagger, and broke every camera, whether video or regular. Then she sheathed her dagger, and smirked at the reporters as they gaped at her, the tinkling of glass as it fell to the floor the only sound in the vast room. Well, that and the snickers from Reno, where he and Tseng leaned against the wall.

"I warned you," she said, her hands now caressing her daggers as they all looked at her with awed terror.

"Um, yes Captain, we will do what you say," one of the men said, and they all backed out of the double doors, not taking their eyes away from her until the doors shut. Then they raced away, to her roaring with laugher, along with Reno as the two of them wandered back over.

"Oh thanks for the help you two," she muttered, wiping her eyes as she walked out the doors, the cats now back on the ground and their presence made a wide circle around the three humans. They wandered for awhile, until the insistent meowing from the cats made them stop at a butcher, and it became slightly awkward after that.

"You want a what?" the man asked, his jaw having already dropped open at the initial request. She sighed, and looked out at the animals who had their faces pressed against the window, drool dripping down the clear glass as they stared at the meat. She shook her head, and looked back to the man.

"I need either a whole pig, or half of a cow," she said once again, crossing her arms over her chest. "It doesn't matter what it costs, but I need it." He only shook his head at her, muttering about crazy females, and disappeared into the backroom. She glared at Tseng and Reno, who were steadily looking out the window at the cats, and the staring passerby's, amusement gleaming in both pairs of eyes. She heard the back door open once again, turned back, and blinked. The man was walking back with the back half of a cow, and it ended in a bloody mess directly after where the front legs would be. He walked around the counter, and set it on the ground by her feet. She smirked when she realized he was sweating, and had been trying to make himself seem more macho by carrying it around himself. The bell over the door tinkled, and she whirled around.

"Stop!" she yelled, and the three cats skidded to a stop, almost knocking her off her feet as they slid into them. They all yowled pitifully, and she laughed.

Mama, the three whined, and she snickered again. "You can wait." Then she turned back to the man, and held out her credit card. He took it, swiped it, and his eyes went wide.

"Storm Strife," he said, and she grimaced at the awe in his voice. "Please, take it for free." Her jaw dropped open once again in shock, and she shook her head.

"Sir, I want to pay for it," she said, and growled softly when he shook his head again.

"Captain, my nephew was one of the men you saved"- he started, but she held up a hand, stopping him in mid sentence.

"Sir, I hope you don't take offense to this, but it is my job. I would have done it for any man under my command," she said quietly, giving him a small smile. "You get paid for your job, just like I do. It's no different." He blinked at her, and then smiled back. He typed in a couple keys, and then handed her card back.

"Thank you for your business, Captain," he said, still smiling. She nodded, and lifted the half of cow on her own, smirking slightly when his eyes widened. She went to leave, and had a thought, so she turned back.

"Sir, I would like to make a business proposition with you," she said, setting the cow down, and ignoring the whines from the cats, as well as the soft, impatient cough from Tseng. "I will make the arrangements, and I would like you to deliver the same amount of raw meat every day to the Tower, and my apartment. How much would that cost?" He blinked at her, before his eyes went thoughtful. She waited patiently as he figured it out, and his eyes returned to focus on her.

"The meat on its own would be roughly 2,000 gil a week," he said.

"I will pay you 3,000 gil a week to have the meat delivered, agreed?" He nodded, but then she narrowed her eyes, walking closer to him. "If something happens to one of my cats because of your meat, I will bury you, do you understand? Even if someone pays you to poison the meat, I am trusting you to come to me first, and tell me. If you take the money, and use the poison, there will be nowhere on this planet that you can hide from me. Understood?" He swallowed, but nodded. She held out her hand, and he took it, shaking. She gave him a big smile, and he shakily returned it. "Then I'll be expecting the first delivery tomorrow. I will have someone call you today with the details." Then she turned, and walked out the door, ignoring the stares she was getting from hauling around a bloody piece of cow, hide and all, and having three large cats jumping around her like excited children. Not to mention the two obviously dangerous Turks who were following her with amused smiles on their faces.

~x~x~x~

"Ok, who wants what?" Cloud called from the kitchen, and smirked when three different answers came floating in from the living room. "Well if you all want something different, come in here and get it yourself." He then finished the sandwich he was making, grabbed his bottle of water, and walked out of the kitchen, as his fellow SOLDIER's, grumbling, walked past him. He was almost to the couch, when the bell over the elevator chimed, and he looked at the doors with narrowed eyes. Even as he set his plate down, and walked over to it, he wondered who the hell would be coming up there. Storm was gone with Tseng and Reno, and there really wasn't anyone else who couldn't call them. So who would come up to their apartment? He blinked at the voice that came through the intercom.

"It's Captain Wolfe," the voice said, and instantly recognizing it, he hit the button for the doors to open. What was revealed, was the once proud captain in a wheelchair, that he slowly rolled into the room.

"Sir!" a chorus of voices said from the kitchen, and the man waved a hand. Cloud watched with calm eyes but roiling emotions as the three teens went back to their food making, talking amongst themselves.

"What brings you here, Captain?" he asked quietly, and Wolfe sighed, rubbing a hand over his face wearily.

"I came to tell you that I will no longer be a captain," he said quietly, and Cloud only nodded, even though inside he was screaming. He had known that Wolfe had been injured in the battle, low on his spine, but Storm had said he had a good chance of being able to use his legs again, even though he couldn't feel them. From seeing the man now, he knew that he would be paralyzed from the waist down. Cloud couldn't argue with the decision of stepping down, but he was a good man, and a good Captain.

"So why tell me?" he said quietly, and Wolfe only smiled slightly at him. He reached up to the collar of his jacket, and Cloud flashed back to the moment Lukin had made Storm captain. The memory was gone, and he found his hand in the clammy one of Wolfe's, his hand being curled around the tri-colored pin.

"I already spoke to the President, and he agreed. Don't let me down by refusing, Cloud," he said, and Cloud swallowed once, his hand convulsing around the pin.

"Why me?" he asked quietly, the happy noises from the kitchen fading from his mind as he stared down into Wolfe's dark, pain filled eyes.

"Because the three of you need to rise as fast as you can in this company, if you want to change it," he said quietly, and Cloud frowned slightly. How this man knew what their plans were, he didn't know, smoothing his face as he only nodded. Wolfe let go of his hand, nodding and wheeling himself back to the elevator. He stopped after he pressed the button, using the wheelchair to keep the doors open. He pulled something from his pocket, and Cloud saw that they were a new set of dog tags, ones that labeled him as Captain. He took them slowly, and clenched his fist around the metal strand.

"Make me a promise, Tyler Wolfe," he said quietly, but his voice was steel. Wolfe looked at him in surprise, but then nodded. "Promise me you'll stay alive long enough to see this company changed for the better."

"I swear," Wolfe said, and Cloud nodded. He wheeled himself into the elevator, and Cloud gave him a crisp salute as the doors closed, ignoring the tears that had filled the dark eyes.

~x~x~x~

"Captain, huh?" Angeal said, taking a bite of his cereal. Cloud nodded, and finished the last bite of his sandwich, not entirely sure he was happy with the change. It was one thing for Storm to become a captain, she had the patience, strategy, and a million others things that he didn't have. He always hated being in charge of anything, and now he was soon to be in charge of an entire troop. He growled mentally to himself, ignoring Angeal and Genesis as they began to argue over something stupid. He hated being responsible. Hell, he had even hated having the rank of lieutenant. He sighed, and leaned his head against the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling as Sephiroth joined into the argument, something about a new fashion. He hadn't known until they had come back to Midgar after the siege, while his twin was still knocked out, that his lover was actually quite vain. Then Genesis had come into the picture, and was just as vain as Sephiroth. He smiled slightly as he remember the shopping trip Sephiroth had forced him to go on, spending thousands of gil on clothing, and nothing on what they had actually needed. That had been reserved for Cloud. So now both their closets were stuffed with designer clothing, and the bathrooms filled with high quality stuff. Cloud may not be into the fashion and stuff, but when it came to personal hygiene, the three of them were fanatic about it. After having spent fourteen years in a lab, where their shampoo consisted of the same soap they used to wash their bodies, it was a pleasant surprise to now have shampoo, conditioner, body wash, lotion, all in scents that actually appealed to them.

"So when do you meet the troop you'll command?" Genesis asked, and it took Cloud a moment to realize that he was speaking to him. He raised his head, and blinked.

"I don't know," he muttered, frowning slightly. "I guess I'll find out later. I'll be back." Then he stood, and took his plate to the kitchen, smiling slightly at the chorus of awwws he was getting from the living room. He went to the elevator, and hit the button, and then grinned when a familiar vanilla scent washed over him. Sephiroth gently kissed the back of his neck, and he looked over his shoulder, the smile disappearing at the concerned look in those gorgeous green eyes.

"You'll be okay?" Sephiroth asked, and he nodded. The doors slid open silently, and he gently kissed silky lips.

"I'm just going to go find Storm," he said, and Sephiroth nodded. He stepped into the elevator, and gave him a smile as the doors slid shut. As soon as they were, he frowned, looking down at the new tags that were around his neck. He didn't know, but he also had attached the captains pin to the little hole at the bottom of one of the tags, exactly like his twin. As the elevator went down, he thought about what Wolfe had said, about their plan. How could he have known? He thought again, the frown deepening. What Wolfe had said was true. The three had plans to rise through the ranks, doing exactly what their old trainer had said. You get high enough in the food chain, you make the orders, not take them. It seemed simple enough, but it was going to take years, and that was why they had decided to fight in the war. It would make them heroes, and also gain them the respect they would need when they finally decided to put their plan into action. That was why he was going to find her now, because she was planning on bringing Reno and Tseng into their plan. He had nothing against it, and in fact thought it was good, because Tseng was already the top of the Turk chain, and they would need his trust and help. Then the doors slid open on the main floor, and he squinted into the daylight that flooded the lobby. Sighing, and ignoring the stares he was getting, he swiftly made his way across, and out into the steaming heat of Midgar, pulling out his phone as he went. As he dialed Storms number, he stopped in the large square in front of the Tower, idly watching the people watching him.

"Hello?" she answered on the second ring.

"Hey girl, where are you?"

"In some park, close to the eastern edge."

"I'll be there in a few."

"Something wrong?"

"Yes and no. I'll tell you when I get there."

"Ok. Hey, have you eaten?"

"Depends." He was smirking now, as she huffed through the phone, already moving at a brisk pace through the sweltering sun.

"Well I doubt you'll want raw cow." He raised an eyebrow at that, but made no comment. "Besides, their already almost done anyway. How about some really good Italian food?" His mouth started to water, and his pace picked up.

"Lasagna, chicken fettuccine alfredo with tomato's and broccoli, and some garlic breadsticks," he said, and had to grin at genuine happy laugh from the other end.

"Got it Reaper. I'll have it when you get here." Then she hung up, and still smiling, he tucked the phone back in his pocket. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, them both being captains. She seemed to have accepted her position, and with that thought firmly in his mind, he looked up at the bright blue sky, the smile and his eyes turning happy. If she can accept it, then so can I, he thought.

~x~x~x~

"What's this about a party tonight?" Storm asked, clenching her jaws together in annoyance. Cloud was also highly annoyed, sitting next to her with the remains of his meal in front of him. The three cats were oblivious to the world, stuffed to bursting on the cow, dead asleep between the four people. Tseng and Reno looked chagrined, and it was Tseng that sighed, grinning slightly when he looked at her.

"I thought the President had told you this morning, at the meeting. When someone is promoted to a rank Captain or higher, he usually pays for them to have a get together. Now with two of you, only fourteen and twins as well, being promoted essentially at the same time, and 1st Class SOLDIER's? How could you not expect a party?" He grinned as she sighed in more annoyance, tinged with anger. The only reason he grinned, was because he knew the anger and such wasn't directed at him.

"Don't feel so bad, yo," Reno drawled, and she shot him a cold glare, that he only returned with amused eyes and a smirk. "It's not only for the two of you. Sephiroth and Angeal are also required to be there. So is Tseng, which means he has to dress in a tux, because these shindigs are always black tie." Then he smiled, and laid back on the grass, shutting his eyes as he sighed happily. "I don't have to go, and neither does Genesis, cause were only students, yo. Makes me happier then hell." He opened his eyes when a sudden shadow passed over him, and he blinked, seeing Storm easily holding herself above him on her hands and feet. When she realized his eyes were open, she lowered herself to her hands and knees, smirking at the slight darkening of his eyes in desire.

"It would make you happier then hell to not be at this party, correct?" she purred, and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, though he nodded. She grinned evilly, and looked over at Tseng, ignoring the arousal that flared brighter as his eyes devoured both her, and Reno. "Can I bring a date?"

"Oh hell no!" Reno yelled, and started trying to get out from underneath her, his eyes glinting with panic. She stopped him with her hands around his wrists, almost lying her entire body down on his, their lips a mere breath apart. He stopped moving completely, panting though not with the effort. She smiled slightly, her hair having fallen forward during the struggle, and they both found themselves awash in the smell of strawberries, cinnamon, and something darkly musky, turning the innocent smells into something sensual. Her arousal sent heat simmering through her veins, as she locked eyes with the almost pure green ones underneath her. The chemistry between them was somehow different from what she had with Tseng. No less potent, but it didn't seem as dangerous, or seemingly forbidden.

Not being able to resist the almost black eyes staring down at him, he lifted his head, and pressed a kiss to her lips, holding back a soft groan as she responded with equal heat. She pulled back almost instantly, her slit pupils having dilated so much they took up most of her eyes, and he hazedly thought that his eyes probably looked about the same.

"You'll go with me?" she whispered, and he could only nod, still lost in a sensual fog. When he realized what she had asked, and what he agreed to, his senses sharpened, and he glared up at her now smirking face. He had to shake his head in admiration as she lifted herself back up onto her knees, still smirking triumphantly down at him.

"You're a bitch, yo," he muttered, and she laughed.

"Damn right I am." She looked at Cloud, and grinned at the slightly shocked look on his face. "What?"

"I thought," he began, and then glanced at Tseng, noting the desire still simmering in the dark eyes of his blank face, as the man continued to look at the two. "Um, never mind." She only shrugged, and stood up easily, helping Reno to stand as well. She nudged the cats with her toe, and they blinked groggily up at her as Cloud wandered away, disposing of his trash.

"Get up, you lazy felines," she snarled in amusement, and the three yawned, stretched, and then looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes. She checked her watch, and saw that it was only noon, and then pulled out her phone as Cloud walked back over from throwing his trash away. She dialed Sephiroth, grabbing hold of Reno's ponytail when he tried to sneak away. She glared at him, even as her brother picked up.

"Hey sexy." She grinned at the greeting from him.

"Hey cutie. Did you know that we have a formal party to attend tonight?" Silence greeted her on the other end, and she had to hold her phone away from her ear as two squeaks rocketed through the line.

"Really?!" he yelled, and she laughed softly at the echo from Genesis, and the barely heard, long suffering sigh from Angeal.

"Yes really. Did you and Cloud get any formal wear on that mega shopping trip you went on?"

"Nope."

"Well shit, it looks like we need to go shopping then. Recommend any places?" He started rattling off places, and she put her hand over the phone, frowning at Cloud.

"Do you know where any of these places are?" she whispered, and sighed when he laughed, nodding.

"Seph!" she yelled into the phone, stopping his tirade of clothing shops. "Tell us where to go, and we'll meet you there." Her gave her the name of a shop, and she hung up the phone, staring down at it for a moment, before shaking her head and putting it back in her pocket.

"Who knew that Sephiroth would become the fashion diva when we left the labs?" she muttered to herself, and had to grin when Cloud laughed.

"Don't forget Genesis too. He's almost as bad as Seph." She grinned, and nodded, before leveling a stern glare at Reno, who gave her an innocent smile.

"If you don't come with me tonight, you'll pay for it," she warned, and he smirked at her, putting his hands into his pockets.

"What're you gonna do to me, yo?" he drawled, and it was her turn to smirk, as she glided over to him. Then she pointed downwards at the three cats that were twining around their legs.

"You'll have babysitting duty for a month," she said quietly, and grinned when he paled.

"I'll be there sweetheart, don't worry."

"That's what I thought."

~x~x~x~

Could this day get any better? She thought with exasperation when the fourth dress was handed to her. It was a pale green, and she immediately gave it back. She had ended up going to a completely different place to shop, since the place that Sephiroth had recommended had been primarily for men. So she had left all her boys there, including all three cats, and wandered until she had found this little hole in the wall shop, and the owner was the one who made all the dresses she had seen. They were amazing, and obviously one of a kind, so she had stopped in. She was soon lost in the world of fabrics and shoes, as she and the owner began talking easily about the kind of dress she wanted. Until the woman had started handing her pastel colors.

"I need either black, or something bright. I have purple hair, and really, really pale skin," she said again, and the lady sighed. Then her eyes narrowed in contemplation, as she looked over Storm.

"Why not dye your hair black? Even if it's just for the night?" she said, and Storm blinked, drawing her hair over her shoulder and looking at it. Then she grinned, the silky strands running through her fingers, the silver spread through it gleaming.

"I never thought about it," she admitted, and the owner tsked. The truth was she was never allowed, and had gotten beaten when she had asked. She hated having purple hair. It was bad enough with the cat eyes, that were also purple, but the hair too? At least Sephiroth had a normal color hair, even though many didn't achieve it until old age, but it wasn't that unheard of.

"Come with me my dear. I know a place," the owner said, name of Karen, and took her hand, dragging her out the door. She flipped the sign to close, and then the two of them walked down the street a ways, coming to another shop, that just from looking through the window, Storm thought the lady had chosen the right place.

"Hey Darla!" Karen shouted as they went though the door, and an older lady walked up. Her pure white hair was back in a severe bun, but she didn't look the age her hair portrayed. She had a motherly face, with wrinkles where you could see she had laughed a lot.

"Yea darlin'?" the woman said, with a slight accent that Storm couldn't place. She stood next to Karen, with their hands still together, and blushed slightly at the curious looks she was getting from the people in the shop.

"She needs a black dye job, manicure, and pedicure. Can you do it?" Karen asked, and Darla nodded, grabbing hold of Storms shoulders, and walking her to a chair, that faced a mirror. Storm swallowed, and blinked wide eyes at the woman. She only smiled slightly, her pale blue eyes gleaming.

"You ready for this darlin'?" Darla asked, and taking a deep breath, she nodded. "Then lets get to it."

~x~x~x~

So it was she entered the apartment with her hair slicked back into a red lace bonnet, that hung heavy on the back of her head, nails and toes painted scarlet, make-up done, and her hair black. Except for the silver streaks, that had refused to take hold of the dye. All the action in the apartment came to a complete stop as she walked in, her dress and shoes in a bag over her arm. She stopped, not only at seeing five garment bags hung all over the living room, but also at the five pairs of cat eyes that were staring at her, as well as the four pairs of regular ones. Genesis was the first who said something, but first he whistled, his eyes shining with humor and desire.

"Who knew that my mentor would be so hot?" he said wistfully, from where he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, by the huge TV and sound system they had, his arms crossed on the glass top of the coffee table. She shook her head in amusement, laughing as she came farther into the room, shaking the long curls that framed her face. Darla had been able to do something to her bangs called glue, and they were smoothed nicely back into the hairstyle, except for two long curls that framed her face.

"Your very lovely, Storm," Angeal said quietly, but she picked up a subtle tint of longing in his voice, that she knew he was to honorable to ever act on, since it was pretty obvious she had a thing going with Tseng and Reno both. She said nothing, but gave all the staring faces a saucy smirk, as she climbed the stairs to her room. She was hanging up the dress on the closet door, when movement caught her eye from the entrance. She looked over her shoulder as Tseng walked in, and smiled.

"So do any of us get to see it before tonight?" he asked, and she shook her head, sighing happily as the stones in the dress clinked together musically.

"Nope. It's going to be a surprise," she muttered, and then blinked when her phone beeped. Pulling it out, she sighed at the curt message that was from Hojo. He was going to start the testing of her troops in about ten minutes, and he kindly requested her presence on floor 92, where his lab was. Closing the phone, she turned, and felt something inside of her liquefy with heat, as she looked at Tseng. He was leaning casually against the doorframe in his black and white Turk suit, his arms crossed, an aura of dangerous sensuality enveloping him. She didn't understand how she feared him on some instinctual level, but she couldn't deny the chemistry that was between them. Even now, as she slowly stalked towards him, watching his eyes narrow and darken even more in desire, she got the feeling that this was somehow forbidden territory, but she couldn't turn away. Ever since the first time she had seen him in the elevator, when she asked about the red dot, there was something about his demeanor that scared and attracted her. She had known his name in the labs, when researching the Turks, and that was the reason why she had talked to him in the first place. To become the Commander of the Turks at age 19 after defeating the previous one was unheard of. He had intrigued her from the very beginning. The ruthless look in his dark eyes, even in a picture, had sent shivers down her spine. As she got close to him, ignoring the fact that they were very visible to those in the living room, she had to wonder if she was getting in over her head with him. She reached up, and gently pulled the tie from his hair. She threaded her hands through the soft hair, smiling slightly at his low purr of pleasure, and made it fall down to frame his face.

"Promise me something, for tonight," she said quietly, her eyes lighting with a grin as his narrowed in suspicious amusement.

"Depends on what it is," he said with a quirk of his lips, as she continued to run her hands through his hair.

"Wear your hair down, please?" she asked, smiling when he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again, and her hands tightened slightly at the lazy pleasure in his dark eyes.

"What do I get?" he asked, and it was her turn for her eyes to go lazy, as she gently tugged on his hair.

"A dance?" she suggested, and he shook his head, amusement growing in his eyes, as a grin tugged his lips.

"Try again Lady," he whispered, and she pressed her body completely against his, having to rise on tip toes so her lips lightly brushed his.

"How about both Reno and me tonight, after the party," she whispered huskily, and felt the instant response from his body. She decided to sweeten the deal, and she moved her lips to his ear, using her hands in his hair to move his head slightly. "All night." It was whispered into his ear, and he shivered slightly against her.

"You have a deal," he said back into her ear, and she grinned, removing her hands and sweeping past him down the stairs. She knew Reno would agree, since the conversation when they had gone shopping. She stopped at the knowing looks she was getting once again. She growled, and put her hands on her hips.

"What?" she demanded, and everyone shook their heads, grinning. Huffing in exasperation, she looked to Reno, after she glanced at her watch. 3:30, and the party didn't start until 9. Should be plenty of time to get the remaining members of her troop tested, get back here, change, and get to the party.

"Hey Reno," she said, as she walked to the elevator, and hit the button, the doors sliding open almost instantly. "Make sure you wear black and red." Then she was gone, before he could say something, or the cats could join her. She hit the button for the 92nd floor, and sighed, looking at her reflection in the shiny surface of the elevator doors. Everything from the neck up was done and pretty, but she still had on her black tank top, jeans, and boots. Shrugging, she fell into a cold calm as the doors slid open, the medicinal scent of the labs reaching her before she had event taken a step out. Eyes of every color turned towards her, and she nodded at the universal salute she got. She led the way to the entrance of the labs, and took a deep breath before she pushed it open, her men following her lead.

~x~x~x~

She stumbled out of the elevator, into the empty apartment. It was after 9, and she knew that everyone was going to be at the party already. It was why she hadn't come back until now. She didn't want them to see the tiny line that her pupils had become, the fine sheen of sweat covering her body, or the slight trembling in her muscles. In order to appease the men who were being tested, she had agreed to receive an injection before they did, so they could see that there was nothing to be afraid of. Hojo had only given her half of a dose, but it hadn't been pure mako, like the troops would receive. It had been the blue gook from their childhood, the mako that contained Jenova. Even now she could feel how her body was soaking it up, alternating between the adrenaline rush from the mako, and the dizziness, nausea, and trembling from Jenova. She managed to navigate her way up the stairs without falling, and entered her room, the three cats curled up in a single ball on her bed. They only opened their eyes slightly, before adjusting and going back to sleep.

She fell into the bathroom, swallowing repeatedly so she wouldn't be sick, and pressed her heated face to the cool tiles of the floor, breathing deeply and trying to get rid of the dizziness. She only lay there for a moment, before forcing herself to her feet, holding herself steady on the edge of the sink, breathing raggedly. She had managed to make it through the entire troop being tested, without letting on that something was wrong, but as soon as she was alone, the last man having gone to their quarters, she had collapsed in the elevator, and knew it wouldn't be a good idea to go back to the apartment while she was like that. It would only piss everyone off, and she knew her fellow SOLDIER's were oddly looking forward to the party, and she didn't want to ruin it for them.

After taking a small sip of cold water from the tap, that helped ease the churning in her stomach, she slowly, and unsteadily walked back out into her room. Kneeling down in the huge closet, she pulled out a duffle bag that had Dr. Crescents journals in them, as well as a few mementos from their days in the lab, including a couple small vials of softly glowing pure mako. She had been swiping a few at a time ever since they had learned of the difference between pure mako, and that which contained Jenova. The three had learned that a small injection of the pure stuff, could quickly counter-act the side effects of the alien cells. She smiled grimly as she pulled out a syringe, and loaded it, thinking that by this time her body should be used to the damn stuff, but it wasn't. Even now, after being injected with Jenova for fourteen years, if they got enough, it could knock them down on their asses for days at a time. She stuck the needle into the side of her neck, and gently slid the entire contents into her body, and instantly her heart sped up, the trembling of her muscles increasing as the mako forced her body to accept the burning liquid, with the Jenova cells. Her body settled down, even though there was still a tingling in her body, that would remain for a day or so, a side effect. She swallowed again, and sighed in relief when the dizziness and nausea receded as everything settled into her body for storage. She put the empty vial, and syringe back into the bag, and shoved the entire thing into the back, deep in a shadow. Standing, she checked her watch, and grinned when she realized it was only 9:23. She better be quick, or they would send someone looking for her.

~x~x~x~

"Where is she?" Reno whispered to Cloud, as they stood against one of the huge windows in the ballroom. The President had held off the introductions, because Storm hadn't shown up yet. He had never been in here before, and he had to admit, as he looked around at the odd room, he liked the design. The room was essentially two levels, the bottom floor split in half, with the ballroom, musicians, and tables on one side, but then windows and doors connected it to the top level, and you could exit them out onto a terrace. Granted, if you went outside, you only got a glimpse of the sky when you were at the edge, but it looked cool. The top level, that was directly above the terrace, was where the bar was, as well as more tables. Behind the musicians were floor to ceiling walls, a theme in the ShinRa Tower, and the two elevators that went to this room were against the outer wall. He restlessly checked his watch again, and seeing that it was 9:41, he narrowed his eyes, and looked at Cloud, who was quietly conversing with Angeal.

"I'm going to…" his words trailed off, and his eyes went wide, as he caught sight of Storm exiting the elevator directly across from him. From the front, the black dress seemed to be severe, with a high neck, long sleeves, and draping completely to the floor. Then she turned to the side slightly, and he saw that it was slit from her armpit, down to the floor, in a triangle shape. Connecting the two edges, were strings of beads, about half an inch apart, made up of black and scarlet stones. They were tight on her skin, until they got to the top of her thigh, then the beading began to drape in an elegant pattern, all the way to the floor. He swallowed hard when he saw that she wore nothing underneath the dress, and the black, very high stiletto heels she wore, had black and red ribbon crossing over the tops of her feet, and then up her legs, to mid-calf. He forced himself to glance away, and smirked when he caught sight of Tseng, standing behind the President like a good bodyguard. Oddly enough, he had worn his hair down, something that Reno had only seen when they had been in the mans apartment, and even then not often. Tseng was stoic, as usual, but Reno knew the man had seen Storm. His eyes, while on their wandering of the room, always stopped back at her, and he could see the subtle signs of desire from his mentor, even from across the room. He turned his attention to Cloud, when he whistled softly beside him.

"Holy Gaia," the blond whispered in awe, and Angeal echoed him. Reno frowned slightly, and when he looked back to Storm, he had to brace himself against the windows behind him, realizing exactly why her twin had that tone in his voice. She was moving across the floor like a dancer, a seductive sway to her hips, and the beads of her dress clinking together musically. It wasn't really her walk that caused the awe, but the aura of dangerous sexuality that she exuded. It blatantly told every male that was staring at her with hungry eyes, 'I will just as soon kill you, as fuck you.' And she was walking towards him, only looking at him, and the smoldering heat in her eyes told him she didn't plan on killing him that night.

~x~x~x~

She was halfway across the ballroom floor, the only thing on her mind running her fingers through Reno's loose hair, when something behind her caught the net that encircled her hair. She moved swiftly out of the way, growling softly in annoyance, but not quick enough to save her beautiful hairstyle. The net was ripped away from her head, and down her hair came in a cascade of gleaming black curls. She turned around, her eyes narrowed at the woman who was glaring at her, the red net caught in the woman's delicate pink hands.

"What was the point of that?" Storm asked softly, taking the net out of the woman's hands, and allowing her annoyance to show with a soft pulse of mako in her eyes. The ladies eyes widened in fear, and she stepped back, bowing and apologizing. Huffing slightly, she threw the net down at the woman's feet, and smirked.

"If you want it that bad, take it," she muttered, and then restlessly plunged her hands through her hair, shaking it out around her. Heat was still singing in her veins, from the mako and the two Turks that she was planning on enjoying tonight, and she took a deep breath, calming herself down before her eyes truly did begin to glow. She held back a sneer as she saw the President walking across the floor at a brisk pace, followed by Tseng and an older guy in the Turk uniform. He stopped by her, and as she stared down at him, glad of her high heels, she felt her brothers walk up to her back, offering steady support. The President gave her a huge grin, and as he got closer, he reached out a hand to put it on her shoulder, but she smoothly moved out of the way, so he stumbled slightly coming up to her. She smirked at the astonished gasp from those around them, and the beet red face of the President, as he turned watery blue, angry eyes to her. She narrowed her eyes as she smelled the alcohol that the man had consumed, enough that he was well on his way to being drunk. He drew himself up, and instead of berating her like she had assumed he was going to do, he only gave her a small smile.

"How nice of you to finally join us, Captain," he told her, and getting the formal tone, she bowed slightly.

"I was held up, Sir President," she said quietly, and he gave her a curt nod, motioning to the slight stage next to the musicians.

"If you'll follow me," he said graciously, and she narrowed her eyes again at the calculating look in his eyes. Shrugging, she did follow him as he made his way to the small stage, and the rest of the 1st's followed her. They lined up behind the President, with her first, then Sephiroth, Cloud, and Angeal. Tseng and the other guy were to her right, behind the President, and she couldn't help but give Tseng a lingering glance. She licked her lipstick red lips at him when he looked at her, and rose an eyebrow suggestively. He showed her nothing on his face, but casually reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. She grinned, and tuned herself back into what the President was saying.

"The SOLDIER program is a success!" he was saying, after assumedly already telling the milling crowd who they were, to many cheers from the crowd. "Just today it was confirmed that eight men from the Army passed the mako test, and our going to be inducted into SOLDIER tonight! Our very own 1st Class SOLDIER's Captain Storm Strife, and Lieutenant Sephiroth Kain will be taking command of them effective in the morning. 1st Class SOLDIER's Captain Cloud Strife and Lieutenant Angeal Hewley will be taking command of the Army, from here on out. Ladies and Gentleman, we are here tonight to welcome Storm and Cloud Strife, Sephiroth Kain, and Angeal Hewley into the ShinRa military!" He then began to clap, and Storm glanced at her fellow 1st's, knowing that it was probably going to be her that made the speech, but hoping one of them would have the balls to stand up and make it for her. They all smirked at her, taking a small step backwards. She sighed, and walked up to the microphone as the people in the room began to cheer, and she stared out at them impassively until they quieted, some fidgeting uneasily as she caught their eyes. When everything was quiet, she gave a mental sigh.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I am grateful for the support you have just showed us. I oversaw the testing of my troops personally, and I can assure you that SOLDIER is indeed a success. Each man had proved their battle skills to me during the last encounter with the Wutai, and I have no doubt that they will continue to do you proud in SOLDIER. I ask for your support and trust, that we will win this war. Thank you." She bowed her head, and took a step back as the President walked back up to the microphone. As he called in her troops that had passed, Tseng turned to her, and held out a small wooden box. She took it, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"As their Captain," he whispered, his lips barely moving. "You are to present to them the badge that says they are 3rd's." She nodded, understanding, and turned back to the President just as he was motioning her and Sephiroth up. She stood at his right hand side, with Sephiroth behind her, and as the President called the first mans name, they shook hands, both beaming, and she grinned slightly, reaching into the box and pulling out a small pin, not unlike her captain one. Except this was about 2x2 inches, black enamel, with her swords crossed over it, and the number 3 underneath where they crossed. She stared at it for only a moment, an undefined rage sweeping through her, and when the first guy stepped up to her, she forced the glow out of her eyes. She smiled up at him, and Sephiroth took the box from her, as she slid the pin onto the high collar of his shirt. They had taken the uniform from the one picture of Cloud, so now the standard uniform for SOLDIER was a high necked, zip up sweater, cargo pants, and standard issue combat boots. Instead of black though, which was reserved for those who entered 1st Class, the 3rd's would wear a dark hunter green, and 2nd's had a dark blue/purple. She shook his hand, and then he shook Sephiroth's, and the line continued, her anger growing each time she saw the pin. The last man walked off stage, to whistles and cheers as the President inclined his head to them, and then the party truly began.

~x~x~x~

Cloud frowned slightly as Storm stalked out of the room, the only sign of her anger. Excusing himself from the conversation with Sephiroth and one of the elder board members, he walked over to the tall black man, that from what he had heard, would be promoted to 2nd in a very short time. The man was watching his Captain with confused and worried eyes, before sensing Cloud's approach and turning. His eyes widened, and the man snapped a sharp salute. Cloud smirked slightly at the gesture, wondering why he and Sephiroth seemed to command more fear then their sister. He couldn't figure out whether it was because they were male, or if it was the size of their weapons that frightened them, but he could have told the new SOLDIER's to be wary of Storm, and they would only give him uncomprehending glances. Maybe they sensed that the lovers had no loyalty to anyone but each other, and their sister. Either way, he found it amusing, and he waved a hand.

"There is no need to stand on formality here, SOLDIER," he said quietly, and the man nodded, relaxing although he swallowed. Cloud gazed out the windows to the lone figure of his twin on the terrace, since no one had the balls to follow her out there.

"Why is she so angry, Captain?" the man asked, and Cloud turned his gaze back to him, frowning slightly. He reached up, an amused smirk playing over his features when the man tensed, and brushed his fingers over the pin.

"Storm is a very protective when it comes to people she believes need to be protected," he said quietly, lowering his arm.

"We are SOLDIER's, we don't need protection," the man growled softly, and Cloud chuckled, shaking his head.

"What duty do we have, as Captains, if it isn't to protect those underneath us?" he temporized, and the dark man ducked his head in embarrassment. "I think she believes that your obvious symbol of loyalty might put you all in jeopardy, with the number of enemies us 1st's seem to be collecting. She never wanted to be Captain, you know, but when Lukin put his trust in her abilities, giving her the responsibility for the entire troop, she took it seriously. She will continue to take it seriously, for as long as she lives. My sister is not one to break a vow, especially one she made to herself." He turned and walked away, seeing the thoughtful look in the dark eyes as the man put the pieces together. He rejoined Sephiroth, and watched with a measure of trepidation as the man walked out onto the terrace. He didn't know if Storm would tolerate his presence in her mood, or throw him off the balcony.

~x~x~x~

She was still trying to figure out the reason she was so angry, when someone leaned next to her, and she glanced over, seeing that it was one of the men of her troops. He was casually leaning against the railing, his arms crossed over his chest as they both stared out into the darkness. She had an internal debate for a moment, whether to just throw him off the side of the building so she could continue to think in relative silence.

"Why does the pin bother you so much, Captain?" he asked quietly, and she looked at him in surprise, shocked out of her dark thoughts. She hadn't known that anyone even noticed. She smiled slightly, and sighed, closing her eyes briefly.

"I don't know, Victor," she said quietly, and opened her eyes to stare down at the plants that were creeping over the concrete of the edge.

"Is it because there your swords?" he asked, and it wasn't until he said that, that she realized that was part of the reason why she was angry. It wasn't all of it, but she got the feeling that all her new SOLDIER's had somehow made living targets out of themselves by wearing such an obvious symbol of their loyalty. She had enemies already, and not only the ones in Wutai. She didn't believe that they would stoop so low as to target her SOLDIER's, except the Leader, but it still made her uneasy. Also, she didn't believe that she had earned the loyalty that they now proudly sported on their collars. She also figured that the pin might be some sort of ploy by ShinRa to create more publicity for her. She wouldn't put it past the company, and it pissed her off even as she saw the wisdom in it.

"We designed it, you know," he said, and she looked up at him in surprise. Victor was the tallest, blackest man she had ever seen. He stood 6'7, weight at least 350, and was solid muscle. He was also so dark he had a purple undertone, and almost blended in with the night surrounding them.

"You mean you and the rest of the troop?" she asked, not even bothering to keep the surprise out of her voice. They…designed it? The utterly shocked thought tore through her head, eliminating some of her concerns, but raising others. He nodded and she grinned, forcing down her misgivings as she straightened, and patted him on the arm.

"I'm honored, truly," and then laughed as he looked down at her in surprise. It almost seemed as though he was expecting to be thrown over the railing. "I'm proud, and pleased that you all chose my swords as your symbol. I didn't realize I had earned your loyalty that quickly." He laughed, and unfolded his massive arms, patting her on the head. It was something that no one else would have gotten away with, but he, and the rest of the men were special. Not only was she their commanding officer, but they were her first SOLDIER's, and they deserved some special treatment.

"You ran 30 miles, with three heavy cats, in less then two hours. Even after that, you saved our asses, including your brothers, because believe it or not, if you hadn't come we probably would have all died. Then," he stressed, when she opened her mouth, blushing bright red, and noticing that others of the troop were now gathering around them. Actually, all of her new SOLDIER's were now around them, and they were all grinning at the tirade Victor was giving her. "You took down about 200 Wutai in one strike, saved your student and the rest of us, and then healed all those you could. Also, it didn't take long for the rest of us to realize that you didn't want to have the responsibility of being a Lieutenant, but you took the position, and excelled at it. Then, when Lukin died, you took the mantle of Captain, without a protest. You weren't happy with it, we all could tell." Everyone nodded, and she swallowed, finding tears in her eyes at the emotions that were filling her. He smiled at her, noticing her tears, and knelt down in front of her, continuing in a soft voice. "You did it anyway, because you knew that if you took over as Captain, you would save more then you would lose, which probably wouldn't be the case with someone different. You put yourself in a position you didn't want, just so you could make sure that you saved lives. Our lives. Were loyal to you Lady Captain, and we will be until we die." The tears finally fell down her cheeks, and she couldn't help but embrace the man kneeling before her. He wrapped his thick arms around her as well, and she laughed joyously, looking at the men who surrounded her, all of them smiling broadly at her.

"I…I don't know what to say, except thank you, and I swear I will do my best as your Captain," she said, wiping her eyes and still smiling. They all came to her, and patted her on the head, which she playfully batted away. She looked at all their smiling faces, and knew that she and her brothers had made the right choice in trying to rise in ranks. It was for men like this, and the ones that would follow them, that they had made the plan. She bowed to them all, and then threw her hands in the air, smiling broadly.

"Lets party!" she yelled, and the men echoed her, as they all filed back into the main ballroom.

~x~x~x~

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, drinks, and a happy bubble that couldn't be burst, for all of the new SOLDIER's, and their commanding officers. The one part of the night that couldn't be beat though, was when a song with a heavy, thudding beat started playing, accompanied by sensual rifts on a guitar. All three siblings raised their heads at the beginning of the song, as the bass thrummed through their veins, enticing them to move. They all wandered towards the dance floor, their eyes steady on each other, their bodies swaying to the music as people got out of their way. By the time the three stood in a triangle in the middle of the floor, everyone had cleared off the dance floor, until it was only the three of them, standing in soft light. They began to move as one, their minds filled with the sensual beat, as they circled each other, their eyes beginning to glow softly with the effect the music was having on them. Then they moved into a training exercise that they had been doing since they were small, bodies weaving around each other in slow strikes and blows, until the training became a dance for all three. They never speeded up, only moving lazily around each other, desire echoing in every movement. None of them even remembered the other people in the room that were holding their breaths, watching the three with wide eyes. The stares seemed equally divided between them, but most eyes kept coming back to Sephiroth and Storm. The two of them were more fluid with their movements then Cloud was, since their fighting styles were more closely linked. Cloud had a fighting style that was closer to Angeal's, since the two of them wielded such heavy, awkward weapons. Hers and Sephiroth's though, were meant for speed and balance. Cloud stepped out of the dance, completely happy to watch his lover and sister dance around each other. The song ended as the two of them twirled until they were back-to-back, breathing deeply and eyes closed, her head resting between Sephiroth's shoulder blades, and his bent forward. They were snapped out of their trance when cameras started going off, and people began to cheer. They opened their eyes, and grinned sheepishly at each other, before turning calm masks to those around them. As the three made their way upstairs to the bar, along with Reno, Genesis, and Angeal, she was stopped by Victor at the top of the stairs.

"Will we ever be able to move like that?" he asked, and she laughed at the wistfulness in his voice. She patted him on the arm again, and smiled up into his laughing dark eyes.

"Darlin'," she said, enhancing the accent that people told her she had. "You can move like that with me anytime." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and he laughed, ruffling her hair.

"You couldn't handle me sweetheart," he said, and she grinned, shrugging.

"Isn't that supposed to be my line?" she said, and he smirked as he led them to the bar. Conversation between them and the SOLDIER's moved easily then, even though every time they were introduced to someone new, the 1st's grew instantly coldly polite. It became very obvious as the night went along, that the SOLDIER's, all of them, only reserved the warm smiles and laughter for each other. It had seemed odd to a lot of people that Reno, who most people knew to be a Turk, would be among their group, but he fit right in. It was also very obvious that he was protective of the girl, always by her side, his eyes darting around, constantly checking for threats. So the night wore on, and when it got to be around midnight, something odd happened. Storm abruptly winced, and put her head in her hands.

"What is it?" Cloud asked, and she raised her head, her eyes still pinched in pain.

"It's the damn cats," she muttered, already walking over to the elevator. Cloud only shrugged, and went back to talking to Sephiroth as Reno followed her. They entered into the elevator, and she slid her card, absently rubbing her forehead.

"Are they yelling at you or something?" he asked, and she nodded.

"It's not really yelling, exactly. More like their meowing really loudly in my head," the doors opened, and the two stopped in surprise, when the three cats greeted them at the door, tails lashing wildly.

Bathroom, the white one said, and she blinked, jaw dropping slightly. Having never had a pet, she stupidly had forgotten that what goes in, must come out. They were intelligent, so she had just assumed that they would use the bathroom.

"Wow, don't I feel retarded," she muttered, and kept the door open so the cats could pile in. They did, and Reno raised an eyebrow at her.

"Why?" he asked, and she laughed, hitting the button for the ground floor.

"They need to go to the bathroom," she said, blushing at her own stupidity. He blinked, and grinned.

"You've never had a pet before, yo?" he asked, and her blush grew as she shook her head. He laughed softly, and they reached the ground floor. The cats went bounding out, and disappeared into the darkness when they opened the doors from the lobby. They fell into an easy silence, and Storm couldn't help but stare at Reno. He had kept his hair out of the ponytail for the night, and while he had started the night with a black suit jacket on, he had taken it off while they had all been drinking earlier. So now he stood with a black silk, button up, long sleeved shirt, that was tucked in neatly to black dress pants, but he still had on his combat boots, which was interesting, but didn't look bad, per se. The first couple buttons were undone, giving her glimpses of his collarbones when he moved in a certain way, and a tie the color of his hair was around his neck, though the knot was almost at his sternum. She licked her lips as the faint light from the street lamps played over his pale skin, and all she could think of, was he looked delicious. She opened her mouth to say so, but the cats came running back up, and scratched on the door to be let back inside.

The elevator door slid open into the apartment, and the cats went sprinting through, straight back to her room. She slammed her thumb on the button for the floor the party was on, both her and Reno blushing furiously at what they had just seen. Sephiroth and Cloud had been completely oblivious to them both, where they were entwined half-naked on the couch. She glanced at Reno, and seeing his slightly glazed eyes, she had to grin, knowing how he felt. You would have to be completely blind not to see how fucking sexy her two brothers were together. She had no feelings like that towards them, but damn, even she could admit how hot it was seeing the two of them like that.

The doors opened again, and they both blinked as they walked through. It was around 1 a.m., the bathroom break having taken a lot longer then she realized, and most of the party guests had departed, except those men who didn't want to go back to their wives. Also, since the President was a bachelor, he had hired a troop of dancing girls for the night, which also doubled as prostitutes. Ever since waking up that day in the makeshift lab underneath Fort Tamerlain, with Reno's music pounding in her ears, she had become obsessed with music. It could make her feel happy, sad, angry, or just give her energy. Or, like with the earlier song, it could inspire a sizzle of sexual heat. Like the song that was currently being played for the dancing troop. She and Reno stood off to the side of the musicians, as they watched the girls, in their fluttery, gossamer costumes flow around each other, their lithe bodies bending backwards, forwards, and their hips gyrating with the beat. As she let the beat flow through her, bringing an answering thrum low in her body, she spotted Tseng, with an almost passed out President close to the stairs. The big man was sprawled in a chair, barely keeping up his end of the conversation with Reeve Tuesti, an architect for the company, and who held a seat on the board. Seated next to him, and looking extremely bored, was a woman in a very revealing bright blue gown. It sunk low in back, in front, and had slits all the way up to her waist. If she remembered right, her name was Scarlett, the lead engineer in the weapons department. She blinked slightly as their eyes met, animosity, and hatred rolled off the blonde haired woman. Shrugging, used to seeing the jealously that shone in others woman's eyes, she let her eyes wander back to Tseng, and caught her breath as their eyes met, feeling her knees shake slightly as the possessive lust that shone darkly in his eyes.

"You ok?" Reno asked her quietly, and she nodded, taking a deep breath, then smirking at the man. The music stopped, and the girls gave their bows, walking off the dance floor. The musicians started packing up their things, and she quickly walked over to them, glad she didn't have far to go. She didn't really have a plan in mind, but she knew she wanted one dance between her and Reno before they became slaves for the night. While she still had some measure of control.

"Excuse me, sir?" she said quietly, and everyone stopped, looking at her. She smiled at them, and the lead man smiled back. "I was wondering if you could play another song for me?"

"Whatcha looking for?" he asked, and she grinned at his wording. She glanced over at Reno, who was watching her suspiciously, and licked her lips as she looked back to the man.

"Something…slow. Sexy. Intimate," her voice dropped with the last one, and the man chuckled knowingly, glancing at Reno.

"No problem, Captain," he said, bowing to her. She gave him a big grin, and then turning back to look at Reno, she started walking backwards slowly onto the dance floor, extending a hand and beckoning him with a single finger. He shook his head at her, and she grinned as the music started. It was exactly what she wanted. It was heavy on the guitar and strings, but oh my. The beat wove through her, and she dropped her hands slowly. She rested them on her hips, and began to move her body sensually to the beat, her hands gliding up the slick material of the black velvet dress. She tilted her head forward, and let the desire sweep through her, opening her eyes slightly to stare at Reno with glowing eyes through a veil of hair and thick lashes.

"Come dance with me, Reno Sinclair," she said softly, but she knew he heard her when his body jerked slightly, and his eyes narrowed. He unfolded his arms from across his chest as she continued to move and caress herself, and stalked towards her, his body automatically walking to the beat of the music. She felt a thrill of delicious fear as she caught the predatory look in his eyes, and she had the idle thought that Tseng had taught him well. Then he was on her, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head, as he spun her around, her back now pressed against his front. She closed her eyes and shivered as his hips began moving against hers, his hands smoothing down her arms. When they got to her shoulders, she took a small step away from him, and the dance truly began then. It became something of a cat and mouse game, with her as the mouse. She would move away from him, and he would always bring her back, their bodies staying in contact longer and longer each time. She loved the way he took every opportunity to touch her bare skin where it was revealed by the dress, and how it felt as though he was wearing down her resistance, her hesitation. As the song neared its end, and he roughly pulled her back flush against his front, her arms up and fingers tangled in his hair, his hands firmly gripping her hips and his lips pressed to the exposed skin below her ear, but above the dress, she opened her eyes, and caught Tseng's. For the first time that night, true fear shuddered through her, making her hands clench tighter into Reno's hair. She almost cried out when he growled in her ear, her body arching into his, even though her eyes never left Tsengs. Couldn't leave his. The song ended, and Reno raised his head from her neck, and she knew the moment that Reno and Tseng's eyes met. A weird, dark light filled Tseng's eyes, and he looked back to her with a small smile on his face. She quivered with both anticipation and fear sharp enough that she was weak kneed, when Reno chuckled darkly into her ear, and she could hear the wicked smile.

"Tseng's room?" he whispered huskily, and she let her arms drop slowly, even as she nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She was afraid she would beg. As Reno led her to the elevator, Tseng helping the drunken President out of his chair, where he was presumably going to bed, she wondered. She didn't know if she would beg them to take her, hurt her, make her bleed, or beg to call the whole thing off.

It passed in a blur to her, the ride up the elevator and the short walk down the hallway. She suddenly found herself outside Tseng's apartment door, but as she opened her mouth to say no, she didn't want to do this, three things happened simultaneously. Reno opened the door, and then slid around in front of her, grabbing her hair and pulling her in for a bruising, wet kiss, Tseng came out of nowhere and grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her as his heated body pressed firmly against the back of hers, and all her fears were drowned in the feel of their bodies against hers. The door slammed shut behind them, and after that, there was only pain, blood, and pleasure.

~x~x~x~

"You truly do love pain," Tseng muttered with reverence, and she smiled slightly, panting into the silk covered bed. They had offered to tie her up, and she had been sorely tempted to accept, but she wanted her first experience to be mutual on all accounts. Granted, the ties would have been mutual, but that was how she had been used. She wasn't quite on that level of trust yet with Tseng, or Reno to let them tie her up and torture her. No matter how much the thought made her body burn.

Feeling a line of blood roll down her ribs, she flexed her hands around the ebony wood headboard, crying out softly with the pain, even as more moisture gathered between her legs. She knew it had been at least two hours since they had entered the apartment, and for the most part she had been either on her back or stomach on the bed, gleaming scalpels in both of the Turks hand. The blades were drawn down her skin with agonizing slowness, because they were so sharp that even for her enhancements, it took a moment for the pain to register at the parting of her skin. At first, when Reno first saw the scalpel, and Tseng taking it to her skin, he had been appalled. When she didn't stop him, and gave Tseng something she very rarely gave Hojo, her voice hitching in a cry of pain and pleasure, something had changed in Reno's eyes. They had darkened, the same feral light taking residence there as it did in Tseng's. The two hours had been filled with her cries, and their purrs of pleasure, while the bedroom filled with the metallic, sweet smell of blood.

Gasping, she was brought back to the present as Reno trailed the blade down the inside of her arm, very delicate because of the thinness of the skin, since he didn't want to accidentally severe the vein in her wrist. Her fingers twitched as she shivered helplessly with the pain, red coating her vision with the heady mixture. Tseng shifted on her other side, and she was sorely tempted to beg for them to do something, other then the pain. Her body was constantly twitching with the sharp edged desire that always went straight between her legs.

"You always hide the pain any other time," Reno mused, and she slowly turned her head to look at him. She didn't do it slowly because she was feeling weak, at least not in the sense most people would think of. The pain left her with a lassitude that your average person only got after a long, hard workout, or a night of mind-blowing sex. She smiled slightly, and let her fingers uncurl from the headboard. Tseng shifted again, and she tensed for the feeling of a blade, anticipating it and fearing it at the same moment. Instead, his fingers lightly traced a healing wound that curved from her spine, tracing the outside of her ragged wing. She shivered once again, but her eyes never left Reno's. She saw him blink at the tinge of seriousness in her glowing purple eyes.

"Many already believe me to be a monster," she said quietly, smiling in rueful amusement. If the ones who talked only knew exactly how much of a monster their 1st's were. "I don't need to add to the rumors by letting my penchant for pain be known." Tseng chuckled softly, and they both looked over at him.

"Liking pain is not a crime Storm," but his small smile vanished when she only frowned, and easily got to her knees. She looked down at her blood covered body, and ran the tip of one of her nails through a still wet line, smearing it across her stomach.

"It may not be a crime," she whispered, and deftly took the scalpel out of Tseng's hand. Her burning eyes stopped his protest, and her eyes fluttered closed as she took the sharp edge to her own skin, tracing a crimson path from her left collarbone, down, and over the curve of her right breast. The two watched the blood roll down her skin, mixing with what was already there. They both licked their dry lips when her eyes opened with a hazy pleasure suffusing them. "But how many people do you know that can feel this kind of pleasure in pain, without being submissive? Without having some sort of physical pleasure as well?" They both only shook their heads, and she placed the scalpel on the bed, inching herself forward until her lips brushed Tseng's. Even that feather light touch was enough to make her shiver. Tseng pulled away first, raising a hand and running his fingertips down her cheek.

"So your unique," he said quietly, and she had to smile. Unique was putting it mildly, she mused silently. "But I can tell you, I have never had someone enjoy my art quite like you." He pressed a kiss to her neck, and she froze in helpless pleasure as he picked up the scalpel, and lovingly ran it over her shoulder. "I have always dreamed of someone who could take my pain," he bit hard into her neck, and she cried out for him, her body shuddering, "and give me back pleasure." Needless to say, there wasn't anymore talking for awhile.

Another hour later, and she shifted slightly on the bed when two separate pressures were added, her eyes still closed and her sweaty face covered with damp hair. Her body twitched involuntarily as some healing wounds were stretched with the movement of the two, and she admitted it to herself that she was almost at the point where pain was only pain. She was awash with peace, as only this level of pain brought her. Her mind was silent, no thought running through it, but her body was a different story. She was on fire with the purely physical need to be touched. She only opened her eyes when her hair was swept away from her face, and she found herself looking lazily into a pair of amused eyes.

"Don't tell me we wore you out, sweets," Reno purred, and she smirked, moaning softly as she levered herself to her hands and knees. She hung her head as the movement sent pain from some still healing wounds shooting through her, causing fresh blood to trickle over her pale skin, that was almost completely covered in blood, in various stages of drying. She clenched her hands around the sheets, and hissed softly, even as her muscles rippled with pleasure. She heard Tseng chuckle from the other side of the bed, and she slowly shifted her head so she could look at him with her brightly glowing eyes. She began to purr deeply, and slightly menacingly low in her throat. She felt…predatory, and it apparently showed, since Tseng's eyes widened with a brief flash of fear, before it was masked beneath the ever present desire of the night. She crawled slowly over to him on her hands and knees, and never before had she felt so cat-like. She forced Tseng to lean back against the ebony wood headboard, and she breathed over his erection, though she didn't actually touch it with her lips. Forcing his legs apart, she ghosted her lips over his abdomen, making his hands clench into fists around the sheets, though the only sound he made was a low purr. Hearing that, she was determined to make him scream.

Her lips found his right nipple, and she gently flicked her tongue out on the already hard nub. She chuckled softly at his gasp, and then took it completely into her mouth, biting down on it, though not hard enough to draw blood. His back arched, a soft moan escaping him, and she lessened the pressure of her teeth. She then began to play with it with her tongue, rolling it around, while softly sucking on it. When he was panting, his hands white knuckled in the sheets, she moved to the other one, repeating her actions. She then moved her lips up his sculpted chest with gentle kisses, and by the time she reached his neck, her naked body was pressed almost completely to his. Putting all her weight on her knees, she reached up her hands, and buried them in his hair, lightly sucking and biting his neck. Then she roughly pulled his head back by his hair, forcing his head up so she could stare into his eyes.

"You fear me," she stated, her voice dark and provocative. He licked his lips, the tinge of fear back in his eyes, and also a soft pulse of mako began to glow within them. She purred again, and forcefully used her body to slam him down onto the bed, her hands still buried in his hair, and her body between his legs. His eyes fluttered shut, and she wondered if this was how she had looked, in the throes of her pleasure. His moist lips were parted as he panted, his hands limp on the bed with total submission. A sick thrill went though her as she looked down at him, her hands tightening painfully in his hair, and he only moaned once again. She looked up at Reno, who was watching them with heavily lidded eyes, and smirked slightly.

"Never thought your boss would be one to submit to anyone," she said quietly, and Reno laughed, equally as quiet.

"Maybe someday I'll be the one that he submits to," he said huskily, and Tseng opened his eyes to slits, tilting his head back to look at Reno, the cold look in his eyes the one that got him in the Commanders seat at 19. Reno recognized this, and swallowed, fear overshadowing everything in his eyes and demeanor.

"What makes you, Reno Sinclair, think that you would ever get me to submit to you?" Tseng asked, his voice cold enough that Storm expected snow to start falling in the room. Reno swallowed, and blinked a couple times, before offering a small, tentative smile.

"I'm sexier then she is?" he said, and it was her turn to grin, raising an eyebrow in angry amusement. Tseng only laughed softly, and tilted his head back down, looking up at her.

"I only submit to those I believe to be more powerful then I am," he said, and her grin melted into a small smile, her hands relaxing even more in his hair.

"You believe me to be more powerful then you?" she said quietly, teasingly, because she didn't believe that she was. His face turned serious, and she blinked, being forced back onto her knees as he raised himself into a sitting position, leaning back on his arms. She was distracted for a moment as his hair framed his face, so gorgeous against his perpetual tan skin.

"When I say powerful, I don't mean physically, or even in social standings," he commented quietly, a small smile coming back out, though his eyes remained serious. "You are strong in ways that I could never hope to be, Captain Storm Strife. You are the first that I have ever felt worthy enough to earn my submission, and I give it to you freely." She saw the truth of his words in his eyes, and she gave him a small smile.

"Could you kill me, Tseng?" she asked, and he blinked, frowning in confusion. "Could you kill me without hesitation, if something went wrong? If I went wrong?" She held her breath as he stared at her, and she knew he didn't understand why she was asking. She hadn't gotten a chance to tell them of the plan. Ever since her and her brothers had made their plan, one quote had been running through her head. "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." If they were to succeed with their plan, for how long could they stay uncorrupted, with the power they were planning on wielding? She needed to know, that if something went wrong with her, there would be at least one person who would, and actually could, kill her. Her brothers wouldn't do it, none of the SOLDIER's would, so who else?

"Could you?" she asked again, and he closed his face down. For the first time, she saw what made him truly the Commander of the Turks. There was no one home but a merciless killer in his black eyes. She now knew what many people saw the moment that they died. And it made her shiver pleasantly.

"Yes. I would regret it, but I would kill you without hesitation, if the need arose," he said quietly, and she closed her eyes for a moment, a feeling of intense relief, and oddly enough, lust, flowing through her veins. She looked at Reno, and smiled slightly.

"Would you?" she asked him, and once again the thought that Tseng trained him well passed through her head. He had a look that was stone cold, but somehow slightly amused. His whole attitude had turned from the flirty playboy, to someone who was amused at the fact that you were going to die. And it would be him, that ended your life. It was cocky, and somehow more alluringly sexy that Tseng's pure ice.

"Without a second thought," he purred, and she grinned. She crawled over to him, shivering as Tseng's hand lightly caressed down her back and thigh as she moved, but he didn't try to stop her. She shifted her legs until she was on top of him, grinning at the look of surprise on his face as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely. She pulled back after she felt his erection pressing against her abdomen, soft yet hard against her heated skin. His eyes opened, and confusion was still lingering there.

"I have to admit," she purred, moving her hips in a gentle circular motion, making their bodies rub against each other. "I love a man who doesn't hesitate. In anything." She whispered the last words, her eyes lighting in challenge, and Reno smirked slightly, his eyes answering that challenge. Never backing down was practically a gene encoded into every Turk. He flipped her over onto her back, and she gasped before laughing softly, her legs automatically wrapping around his slender waist. She almost screamed with relief when he plunged into her in a hard, swift movement, her body arching off the bed with a loud moan. Her hands wrapped around his forearms, and she felt him tremble above her. Her eyes flew open as he began to move inside of her, and she marveled at the feeling. She might as well have been a virgin when it came to this, since no other time had been for her pleasure, or even for mutual pleasure. She could feel the concentration from Reno, as he slid in and out of her, his pace slow but forceful. Her eyes traveled downward, to where their bodies met, and she caught her breath seeing the joining. Her body tensed automatically at the visceral reaction in her body, making both of them cry out with the new pressure. He stilled again, gasping as he looked down at her, sweat rolling down his cheeks.

"Sweetheart, you gotta stop that," he muttered, and she smiled slightly, intentionally clenching her muscles around him this time, making him shudder and cry out.

"You mean stop that?" she asked, her voice hoarse and deep. He only nodded, and she found the energy inside of her to smirk slightly. "Why would I want to stop, when it feels so damn good?" Her voice was a purr, and she moved her hips, still keeping herself tight, moaning softly as she dug her nails into his arms. He growled, and began to plunge into her hard and fast, making her truly scream, drawing blood on his forearms. Her body became heavy with her impending orgasm, and she felt the sweat roll down her own body, mixing with the liquid that dropped on her from Reno.

"Storm," Reno whispered, and she opened her eyes, breath coming hard and fast, and when their eyes met, both sets of pupils so dilated they took up almost the whole eye, they exploded. Her back arched completely off the bed, her muscles spasming with the force of it. She screamed, she know she did, but everything was a haze as the waves kept crashing over her. Reno stopped moving, and she took in a huge breath, the edges of her vision going white as she fought to breath past the pleasure. Her hands fell limp, and she blinked up at Reno as he snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.

"Don't pass out sweets," he said, and she grinned slightly, giving him a thumbs up with a shaking hand. He chuckled softly, and slowly pulled out of her, the sensation making her tremble and cry out once again. He lay next to her, and she only turned her head to look at him, not entirely sure she was able to move anymore of her body. He smiled at her, and his eyes drifted shut. Within moments, he was sound asleep, snoring quietly. She laughed, and then gasped when she was picked up off the bed, her arms immediately going around Tseng's neck as he carried her out of the bedroom. Suddenly, she wasn't tired anymore, especially when he sat down in the chair that was by the windows, the very one that she had confessed her love of pain in. He shifted her until she was on top, her legs comfortable on each side of him. He rested his hands on her hips, and she lightly put her hands on his shoulders, before giving into the need to lightly caress his skin with her nails. The desperate pleasure with Reno was replaced by something softer, but no less potent, as she watched the way Tseng reacted to her nails. At every touch, he shivered, his own hands moving to slide his palms up her back and sides. He reached her shoulders, and then he took his own nails, and ran them down her back, causing her to purr and arch into his touch. He rested them back on her hips, and guided her down onto him, slowly, inching his way in. She was wet enough that the gentleness wasn't needed, but something had changed between them. She tilted her head back, stilling her body a moment to better feel his burning flesh inside of hers. Tseng wasn't as long as Reno, but he was much thicker, which she liked better. Reno got to the end of her before he was fully in, but Tseng fit perfectly.

She slowly began to move her hips, gliding up and down as Tseng purred with approval, her hands sliding down his arms to rest on his, where they kneaded her hips. She felt an orgasm building again, but it was slow, every stroke adding to the pleasure. Unlike with Reno, they were both silent, the only noises their panting in the darkness of the living room. She brought her head back down, and met the intense dark eyes that were watching her as she moved, and she gasped, her orgasm cresting over her and causing her to stop moving. Tseng took over, very slowly thrusting into her, even as she trembled uncontrollably at the blinding pleasure that he was giving her with each smooth, slow stroke. The pleasure never went away, but the intensity of it died down until it was only smoldering once again. She forced her eyes to open, and moaned softly as he speeded up his thrusts, though not much. She finally found the strength to speak, and she buried her hands in his hair, smiling slightly.

"I don't know whether to beg you to finish, or continue," she managed to gasp out, and he smirked, tilting his head forwards and lightly biting her neck. He thrust into her hard enough to hit her cervix, and she gasped loudly, the pain that it caused making her careen very closely to another orgasm. He stopped completely, and the edge pulled away as he moved his hands to her face. Her eyes were barely open as she watched him examine her, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones. He gave her a dark smile, and she licked her lips, shivering underneath the wicked gaze. He grabbed her hands, and forced her arms around his neck, her face now buried in his shoulder. He rested his hands on her hips, and whispered into her ear.

"Hold on tight, Captain," he said, and she blinked in confusion, before he began slamming into her, causing her head to be thrown back, and a scream of pleasure and pain ripping out of her throat. Her nails dug into any skin she could find, as within three thrusts she was thrown into an orgasm so intense she writhed on top of him, trying to get away and closer. His hands kept her body firmly where it was, and every couple thrusts, hitting the end of her each time, he brought her to another orgasm, until all it took was one hit and she was back in that blinding pleasure. Vaguely she felt him come inside of her, and it caused another wave to smash into her, as she screamed out her pleasure, and scored it down his arms and across his shoulders. When they were both done, trembling in the others arms, they began to laugh. Both of them covered in blood, and they were laughing with the complete relaxation that was suffusing them both.

She lazily glanced at her watched, still smiling, and sighed. It was almost 6 a.m., and she had to be in her office at 8, to go over paperwork. She groaned softly while laughing, as she untangled herself from Tseng, standing on wobbly legs. She looked down at her own body, and winced when she tried taking a step. The magazines hadn't been kidding when they said sex was a good workout. Her abs, legs, arms…hell, every muscles was killing her at the moment. Slowly, she began to stretch, sighing with relief when the ache began to fade out of them. Tseng stood, and she watched, even as she continued to stretch. A thought occurred to her, and she said it aloud before she even thought it probably shouldn't leave her head.

"You should go around naked more often," she said, and blushed as he raised an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms.

"Why is that?" he asked in an amused voice, and she grinned, walking over behind him. She molded her body to his, and ran her palms over his chest and stomach. She chuckled wickedly, and he glanced over his shoulder at her, desire already back in his eyes.

"Do you realize how drop dead sexy you are? I mean, damn, you could get so many people to join the Turks if you walked around naked," she said quietly, and laughed when he blushed. She walked to the kitchen, starting the coffee as she searched through his fridge for something to eat. Now that all the physical activity was done, her stomach was grumbling very loudly to replace the nutrients she burned off in the past couple hours. Tseng walked up behind her, putting his arms around her waist as they both stared into a pretty much empty fridge.

"Do you ever go shopping?" she asked, frowning. He laughed, and reached out a hand, shutting the door.

"I usually order something," he said, and she grinned, turning in his arms and putting hers on his shoulders.

"You should," she said quietly, and he smiled slightly.

"Oh I should, should I?" he replied, and she nodded. He lowered his head to her neck, and she tilted her head to the side to give him more access, her eyes fluttering shut at the gentle kiss he put there. "What do you want?"

"Ham and cheese omelet, toast, hash browns, lots of bacon, pancakes, and French toast," she said without hesitation, and he pulled back, staring at her. She smirked, and began playing with his hair. "I need to replenish my energy." He sighed, and gave her a quick kiss before pushing her towards the bedroom.

"Go wake up Reno, ask him what he wants. Shower's yours if you want one," he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee as she nodded and practically skipped to the bedroom.

"Reno!" she yelled, jumping on the bed and shaking the redhead. He lashed out at her with a hand, and she grabbed it, pinning it to the bed. He grumbled, and she saw an amused, sleepy eye looking out from behind his hair. She smirked, and kissed the hand she was holding.

"If you don't go tell Tseng what you want for breakfast, your not getting anything, except from the cafeteria," she said brightly, and jumped off the bed as Reno cursed, scrambling to untangle himself from the blankets. She laughed and entered the bathroom, turning on the shower as hot as it would go. As she stood underneath the spray, she suddenly smiled. It was going to be a good day.