A/N: This has a small, lemony section. Enjoy.

Smooches,

-Momo

Chapter Thirty Six: Attraction

Zhora POV

It was about six PM, and I was sitting behind my desk filling out massive amounts of paperwork. For some reason, while in the midst of doing this mundane, tedious task, I was secretly wanting, no yearning, for Tenchi to cancel dinner. I really like him, but tonight I really don't want to spend time with him. Gosh, I really hope that I'm not losing my feelings for him.

There was a quick knock on the door, and Larsah barged in with a stack of thick papers. I grimaced at the large pile.

"What's wrong, Zhory-poo?" She teased. I rolled my eyes.

"Damn, I totally need a vacation. I'm so tired of looking at these friggin papers." I moaned, reclining back in the chair. Larsah put the papers on the desk. Then a random thought came to me. "Hey, what are the Silver Brothers doing?" I asked her.

"Well… Yazoo is at the company spa getting a few treatments, Loz and Kadaj are in the mailroom organizing everyone's mail, and Sephiroth, well, the last time I checked he was upstairs in the library. If you want me to I can buzz them here." She chimed, hinting something in her voice. I chuckled.

"Larsah, I know you all too well. What the hell would I need him for, hmm?" I sat up. She sat down across from me and smiled coyly.

"You may not need him for professional uses, but you probably do need him for certain other activities. It's getting late, you know, and we both very well know what that means."

"Yeah, leave it to an ex-prostitute." I mumbled.

"Stripper, erm, ex-stripper. I made a lot of money pole dancing." She defended. The best way to get Larsah Twinsgrove's goat is to mention her past life.

"Or from giving head." I joked. She was fuming.

"Listen, at least I have the chance of doing so. I have ways of relieving my sexual tension; you don't." She growled. I sat back quietly. She's right. I hate my sex life with Tenchi. It fucking sucks!

Finally, I gave in.

"Oh Larsah, even heaven knows that I don't enjoy sex with Tenchi. We'll be going at it for five minutes, and either his mother calls, or he's ready to blow his lid. I've tried everything with him; toys, bondage, role play, and even different destinations, but it's just not clicking! I, we need help, Larsah." She smiled up at me.

"Well, if you want my opinion, I say you fuck Sephiroth. Just by the looks of him and the way he speaks, he's definitely a good lay. I say you should give him a go." She winked. I gave her a look of horror.

"But I don't want to cheat on Tenchi! I love Tenchi; it's just that when it comes to the bedroom, his mojo is all out of whack." She shook her head.

"I didn't say that you would have to cheat on him. Just tell him that your job is becoming too stressful, and you need some space and think that you two should take a break. Now if he wants to feel crummy and be all depressed about it, that's on him, but it now gives you the right to do whatever you please." Alright, she has a valid point.

"Well, I'll contemplate it. Maybe when he calls me back I'll tell him what you said. What if he suspects that there's another guy involved? What do I say then?" She paused and cupped her chin with her finely-manicured hand.

"Just use the old excuse. Just say, 'It has nothing to do with another guy. It's not you it's me, and I really need some time to rethink things.' Well maybe that's not how they say it in the books, but you get my drift. Honey, you worry too damn much over the most trivial things in life. Hey, my motto is men are like panties; they're there to cover your cooch when needed, but when you wanna feel free, you can get rid of them and get a new pair, or man in this case, when you need them. You can also equate the types of panties to the types of men, but that's a different story. I'm gonna go get a cupcake from downstairs in the bakery, you want a vanilla latte, babe?" She asked. I nodded yes. We kissed each other on the cheek to establish our goodbyes, and Larsah strutted out of the room.

I sighed heavily and tilted my body back again. My goodness was I under a lot of stress. I gotta keep tabs on my sister and her band of lunatics, I got a relationship that's smack dab in the middle of strengthening and going awry, and on top of that I'm having fantasies about a guy I just reincarnated! I'm in quite a pickle right now. After I took my deep breath, I went back to doing my work. Suddenly, after about five minutes or so, the phone rang. I was hesitant in answering the phone, but then I decided to do so after the third ring.

"This is Zhora Linnoi, Ambassador of Estates, how may I help you?"

"Hi Zhora, it's me, Tenchi." He swooned. I grimaced inwardly and crossed my fingers in the hope of Tenchi cancelling.

"Hi, babe. What's up?" I asked. He cleared his throat.

"You know, today I was thinking that maybe we need time apart. It's not you it's me, but I think we should take some time off, do what we have to do, and then find our way back to each other." I thought about it at first, but then I began to smile. He's actually making my job easier. Now I don't have to tell him.

"Ok, I totally understand, baby. I want us to be happy, and if you feel that taking a personal break is necessary then do so. Just want yo to know that I love you, and I want you to be happy. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Zhora. I love you too." Then we both hung up the phone. I swiveled around in my chair a bit, feeling refreshed and liberated. I even chuckled a bit. Suddenly, as I was in the zone, I heard a knock at the door. I straightened myself up, swiveled back into the chair, and then I put on my "Professional Hat" again. You know, to be Zhora Linnoi it is of utmost importance that you were many hats and take on several personas. It's as if I have multiple personality disorder.

"Come in," I said. The door opened slowly to reveal Sephiroth. Goodness, I don't know what the hell is going on now, but it seems as if everything is ironic. Nah, forget about ironic, it's fate.

"Hello Sephiroth. Have a seat," I said, motioning to the seat in front of the desk. He sat down and looked at me dead in the eyes. Oh the way he looked at me I just wanted him to take me then and there, but I couldn't.

"I have a question for you." He asked. I raised my eyebrow.

"What is it?" He paused for a minute as if he was unsure but then he opened his mouth."

"This may be random, but I was in the library, and I saw a section of books in a different language, and I was wondering what those are for."

"Those books are in Tanryn, the ancient language of Tanryth. Only certain tribes in the desert speak it, but we use those books to trace back the ancestry of the planet and to learn how the planet was civilized." I responded. He gave me a look of awe, a look that seemed sultrier than it was supposed to be. God, I was thinking about that tongue and what he could do with it. I was just thinking about…ugh I need to go home. My toy and movies are totally calling me right now.

"I thought Tenchi was supposed to eat dinner with you." He commented. I came back from my trance.

"Yeah…we were supposed to, but we decided to take some time off from each other." I responded in a quiet tone. Sephiroth took notice to this.

"If your relationship with him never resumes, you know that you're beautiful enough and charming enough to find someone else." He swooned. I crossed my legs a bit and leaned back, allowing my black skirt to raise a little to show my stockings.

"Is that so?" I asked flirtatiously. He chuckled and stood up. He slowly approached me. When he was in front of me he leaned against the desk and looked at me dead in the eyes again.

"Oh come now. You and I both know that you are very aware of your attractiveness, Mrs. Linnoi." He said, kissing my hand softly. Oh his lips felt like heaven against my smooth skin. Now, I just needed for his lips to be somewhere other than my hand.

"Of course I do, but you and I both know how you are very aware of your attractiveness as well. Remember those women in the square today?" I joked. He rolled his eyes.

"Please, they're just as bad as your friend, Larsah, if not worse. They couldn't stop drooling. Ah women these days. They all need bibs, well except for a few." He said, his hand began to travel up to my face. He cupped it with his strong hand. I winced a little in impatience.

"And what kind of women are you referring to, hmm?" I asked. He felt out the structure of my face and growled hungrily.

"Well, women like you play hard to get, and you don't want yourselves to be vulnerable to men, especially men like me. But I'll let you in on a valuable secret. Men like me always know the weaknesses of women like you." He said, bringing our faces closer, my breath hitched. "Your weaknesses are that you allow mere attraction to cloud your thinking, and you seem so sexually frustrated right now that you're body is just begging for me to take it." Damn why does he have to read me?

He kissed me passionately, and I moaned into it. The kiss was so good, especially when he began to incorporate his tongue. After at least ten minutes of lip-locking he pulled on my bottom lip with his teeth. He's an experienced man in many ways.

"Damn, that was good," I panted. He smiled and placed me on the desk. I spread my legs a little, and he placed himself between them, grinding his hips slowly and torturously.

"Ah, fuck," I sighed. He chuckled and ground harder, making my back arch. I began to feel something, big hard and heavy against my core. He lowered himself, and he began to slowly kiss at my inner thighs. I began to pant. This was all too much for me.

"You are really reacting to this." He said, rubbing the front of my drenched panties. I groaned.

"Stop teasing- ah me." I moaned. He chuckled and then sauntered around the desk and stood behind me. He began to kiss the back of my neck as one of his hands snaked around my middle and was placed in front of my underwear. He slowly went under the fabric began to run there. I went crazy.

I felt the most intense pleasure from his languid strokes. My eyes couldn't stay open, and my body felt weak. I was slowly losing my control.

"You like this don't you?" He whispered into my ear, nibbling on the lobe. I moaned in agreement. "I want you to look at that mirror there and tell me what you see." He groaned. I cried out as I felt him rub harder. I wanted to scream, but I had to stifle it. I don't want to lose my job.

I looked at the mirror and saw him pleasuring me. He was watching the whole scene through the glass as well.

"I-ugh, see you touching me and caressing me." I cried. I felt myself grow hot. He started to notice my flushed look and began to go harder.

"You're so close. Just come, my dear. There's no reason that I wouldn't let you." Suddenly I felt my body become extremely warm, and I released, feeling my core contract pleasurably and his mouth covering mine to make me quiet. After I came down from my high he took his fingers out and sucked lightly. Damn I need to go home…now!

"You taste good." He moaned. I laid down on the desk. Damn that orgasm was intense. I didn't want to move.

"Maybe I think we need to slow it down a bit." I panted. He laughed, walking towards me and giving me a final kiss.

"Well, judging by what just happened, going slower would only piss you off more. I'm off to the hotel, my dear. Call me if you need me tonight." He said, hinting at something. I rolled my eyes.

Yeah, I need you...