Very belated. Two more're coming up sometime tonight.


Boys will be boys, Elena thought as she sprawled out on the beach towel, breasts cushioning her. Three years since the fall of meteor and the Turks, plus Rufus Shinra, were finally taking a well deserved vacation at Costa del Sol. She smiled faintly, crossing her arms and resting her head on them. More than once today she had to bite down the yelps of cold water thrown on her, the sand in her hair, and revealed backsides of her semi-former coworkers. The memory of seeing a rather white backside of Rufus Shinra caused her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. Okay, admittingly, he had a nice butt.

Seeing Reno's frontsides, however, caused her to screech and rush off in a panic, face brighter than a cherry and only return to the area on the beach where they were resting when Tseng came to bring her back, flushing himself. She grinned into her arm, resisting the urge to laugh outloud.

"Hey, 'lena!" A voice yelled, and a shadow formed, blocking out her sun. She wrinkled her brow. "C'mon! Let's try to drown Rude!"

Elena groaned, rolling over onto her back, one arm moving to rest over her eyes and protect them from the sun. "Go away, Reno. You're annoying. Go flirt with someone." Silence fell over the pair for a few moments. She almost smiled when she thought he wandered off to find some unsuspecting busty blonde to talk to. She screamed, however, when she felt rough skinned fingers play with the bow that held her bikini top together which conveniently was placed right between her breasts. Sitting up quickly, Elena threw a blind, tight fisted punch straight into Reno's face.

"Ah, Jesus!" He yelled, toppling over onto someone's lap. He rubbed his cheek bone vigorously for a few moments, dulling the pain before he glared at Elena. "Goddamn, woman! Where are you hiding that strength?! You got skinny-ass arms."

Beet red, she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring figurative daggers at Reno. "Think Lockhart's the only one with strength and looks, you are sorely mistaken.

Reno's brows rose almost to his hairline. "Yeesh, if looks could kill..."

A rumbling of laughter from a chest met his back. "If looks could kill, Reno, you'd be dead years ago."

With a yelp, Reno turned his head and came face to face with the white clad man. "Ah, shit. Sorry, boss," he said, grinning nervously. "Thought I landed on Tseng."

"And it would be better that you landed in mine?" came Tseng's growl. Reno looked over at the Wutaian and shrugged. Tseng shook his head, reclining back in his chair underneath the umbrella.

A few moments of silence descended. "Would you mind getting off of me, Reno?"

"No way, your lap is comfortable."

Mhm. Boys will be boys even when they're men.