*Warning! * - Sex, language, violence, nudity, and torture present.

I do not own FFVII characters – though I wish I did. lol

I do own my own character – Jalyne.

Chapter 27 – The Disclosure

Reno was there instantly, kneeling in front of the strange and foreign woman he grew to respect and cherish. Jalyne folded her wings within her back and slowly closed her hand around the staff, the book still cradled within her arm. He took the book from her and handed it to Rude, his gaze never leaving her darkened green irises.

I need to speak with you. The thought crossed her mind as her teared eyes stared into his, getting lost within them and blocking out the entire room.

Let me know when. Came the reply and her brow furrowed as she wasn't using her telepathic powers but heard Reno clearly.

Reno gently helped her to stand, her legs shaky and she used the staff to brace herself of which he noticed the Trerran inscription upon it, narrowing his eyes in suspect. Jalyne took a deep breath to calm herself and looked at the others, eyes finally settling on Rufus and walked over him, her gaze never leaving his. She fluidly bowed low, grabbing the edges of her cloak, flared it, and brought her palms together at her abdomen, right hand up and left hand down.

"I am sorry, Sir, for being so late." Jalyne apologized sincerely, dipping her head in respect. "There was a matter that needed my attention."

Rufus's inquiring eyes never left hers, as he returned the gesture of respect and ever being the gentleman when other were around, lifted her hand to his lips in acceptance of the apology. "Oh?"

"The Traitor needed to be dealt with." She replied formally. "Death will become him."

He brushed the new jeweled headdress lightly as he released her hand and reached out to touch the new staff. "New gear?" he whispered to which she imperceptibly nodded the response.

"What did I miss?" Jalyne asked, coming to sit in her chair and pulling the book towards her, drumming her fingers lightly upon its cover, ignoring the astonished looks caused her change in attitude.

"Reno incessantly worrying on when you'd be back." Elena smirked impishly winking at her coworker. "He hasn't shut up about it."

Reno rubbed his neck, embarrassed slightly at the admission by his coworker. "Heh. Just have things to do, yo."

"Like?" Tseng asked straight-faced.

"Adrian invited Jalyne and I to the club, yo." He answered glancing at Jalyne. "If she's up for it. He thought it would be good to see the place in action."

"As long as I can get a drink." Jalyne conceded. "I kind of need one. What time?"

"Be there at nine. Pick you up at eight thirty, yo?"

"Sure."

"Tomorrow, train with Elena." Rufus commented. "She needs to learn how to move with the long hair."

"I got a wig." Elena offered. "I hate it though."

"Do you mind?" Jalyne raised her hand and wiggled her fingers. Elena's eyes widened in comprehension.

"Sure! I could spend tonight getting used to it." She smiled. "I used to have longer hair."

"Why did you cut it?" Jalyne genuinely asked.

"Just needed a change." The Turk shrugged.

Jalyne concentrated for a moment, thinking hard of how long to make Elena's hair. Elena's hair slowly changed color from her bright blonde to a deep Chestnut Brown about waist length. Elena smiled and twirled her fingers through her newly lengthened hair.

"You will need to be at the club by five tomorrow." Rufus commented. "I will monitor things from here but Reno, Rude, and Tseng will be in the next room. Try not to kill him." Rufus pointedly looked at Jalyne and Elena. "I need the information about how he infiltrated our systems. If we can get plans on what his directives are, that would be a bonus."

"Why so early?" Jalyne asked.

"Because we want to be able to test out communications." Tseng answered. "Besides, it'll allow you an Elena time to get ready."

"We don't need that much time to get ready." Elena commented. "With Jalyne's magic, it will take just seconds."

"Both of you will be wearing earpieces." Rufus continued. He turned to Jalyne. "Will you be able to hide those also?"

"Of course." Jalyne answered slightly smugly. "It shouldn't interfere with communications. I can hide the earpieces."

"All the more reason for us to be early and test it out." Rude stated.

"Have it your way." Jalyne stated, shrugging her shoulders.

Rufus dismissed the meeting shortly after, with Reno glancing slowly at Jalyne, indicating he would take her home. She nodded in acceptance whispering to him to wait for her outside. As Tseng and Rufus started to converse quietly at the desk, Jalyne rose and walked towards them.

Rufus looked inquiringly at her as she approached, staff still within her hand. "Do you mind if I have a word with both of you?" she slowly asked, dipping her head lightly.

"Are you okay?" Tseng questioned, looking at her intently. Jalyne nodded with an unsure response.

"What happened?" Rufus shrewdly asked. "I wouldn't have thought the Gate would have drained you that much. You've been getting stronger." The president complimented.

"It wasn't the Gate." She started to explain and closed her eyes, blocking out the whispers within her mind. "It's…growing. The darkness within." Jalyne hung her head. "It's hard to explain. My greatest weakness is growing, and I am not sure how much longer I can resist."

"Your greatest weakness?" Rufus inquired, reaching out to cup her cheek and lifted her chin. Her eyes snapped opened and his opened just noticeably enough to show surprise, staring at her darkened green irises. He could see the deviousness and something he just couldn't place, within them. Jalyne reached for him, dropping her staff to the floor, and slid her hand to the nape of his neck, bringing her lips mere millimeters from his, never breaking eye contact. She ran her tongue along her back left teeth, the left corner of her lip raising provocatively. Jalyne could feel Rufus' breath increase in anticipation and an inaudible groan reached only her ears as he struggled to contain himself. Finally, she relented, putting her lips to his, releasing the pent-up passion within her as he pulled her flush to him. When she broke the kiss and looked at him, Rufus noticed the change in her eyes.

Jalyne dropped to knees, grabbed her staff, and swung it behind her back, grasping it in both hands, hanging her head low. "I can't fight it forever." She whispered in submission. "This…darkness inside."

"Can you explain it?" Tseng questioned as Rufus adjusted his clothing.

"Trerran's do not believe in love. We are trained to not show emotion - ever, at least in the public eye, no matter nobility or common." Jalyne started to explain. "I am…different. I've always shown more than I should and there was always a more…erotic passion to me."

"That's not a bad thing." Tseng observed, glancing at the President.

"You love him." Rufus ascertained shrewdly. "You are conflicted."

"I do." Jalyne quietly admitted, not raising her head. "More than I admit and if I ever hope that we will be together…my coping mechanism…may not be acceptable to him. I cannot help it. There are many levels to it, I am finding out. I love Reno." She paused in thought. "There is a pull to him that I cannot quite explain. I…I do not wish to harm him."

"But?"

"I love you also, in a much different way." She stated. "I realized on Litrandan that I love…life itself…everything. And I love unconditionally those closest to me."

"And that is bad, why?" Tseng asked.

"It is the darkness within that threatens that."

"We all have a darker side, Jalyne." Tseng stated calmly. "It's nothing to be afraid of."

"Mine is a little deeper, Sir." Jalyne stated, still not raising her head.

"What happened when you came through the gate?" Rufus suddenly asked, narrowing his eyes, and kneeling down to her – the action surprising Tseng.

"I feel the call." Jalyne replied. "Her power. It is slowly changing me, and I struggle to block her out."

"Jalyne?" Tseng pushed.

She pulled her right hand around to the front, allowing her power to engulf it. Jalyne raised her eyes to Rufus, allowing the tears to flow. The president reached for her, but she leaned backwards avoiding the contact, and glanced at her hand. "I am her daughter. The chaos. The calamity. The hatred. The anger. The jealously. The greed. The destruction I can wield…the pandora calls to me."

"Do we need to hide the Black Materia somewhere else?" Tseng offered, watching her aura darken around her hand.

Jalyne shook her head and whispered. "There is no place within the Heavens that I can't feel it. Even on Litrandan, I felt her pull as I confronted Trayvor. Believe me, I thought of dropping it in the middle of darkness, but he can feel it also."

"Sephiroth." Rufus spat.

"He will come for me and the Black Materia and I can honestly say – I do not know if I am strong enough to resist him. If he figures out how to make me submit…" She admitted and left the comment hanging in the air.

"Let him come." Tseng stated firmly. "We'll protect you."

"There is no protection. The calamity is coming whether we want it or not and even I cannot absorb Meteor. At least not without dire consequences."

"There's something else, isn't there?" Rufus asked.

"I am not sure how mother's unleashed power will react with me."

"What do you mean?" he inquired, lifting her chin for her eyes to meet his.

"You know that the Black Materia is Mother's power, congealed into solid form?" Jalyne explained. "Power forged in the Lifestream. That is part of how Gaia protected herself two thousand years ago. The Ancients sealed her when they realized what she wanted to do and her power leaked into the stream, flowing and coursing through its waves. Eventually, the Ancients found it and sealed it within their temple. In a way, I suspect that is also how Azarian's Opal was formed."

"Azarian's Opal?" Tseng questioned, furrowing his brow and Jalyne looked up to him.

"The other half of her power, taken from her and lost within the T'Karvian Empire." Jalyne answered and looked back at Rufus, tears forming rapidly. "I cannot touch it. The Black Materia. You've seen what happens when I touch Materia of Gaia."

"I remember." Tseng commented.

"Please…" she begged of Rufus. "Kill me should you need to and do not hesitate in doing so. I cannot bring harm to this place…to you…Tseng, Elena, Rude and… to Reno." She whispered. Rufus reached undeath her arm to get her to rise. Jalyne took a breath to calm herself and allow the tears to flow.

"You're afraid."

"Yes." She paused breathing deeply. "I do not know what will happen and it scares me. I hear the whispers…her voice and her will, within my mind."

Rufus hugged her gently. "Will you be okay for tomorrow." He quietly asked.

"Yes." She laughed lightly. "That is the least of my worries, depending on how Reno reacts. There is a great chance that my…passion…will flow."

"He is ever the professional." Tseng stated placing a hand on her shoulder. "He will understand."

"That I'm addicted to passion, sex and pleasure and that it calms me?" Jalyne sarcastically stated. "I hope that is the case."

"Will you tell him what you suspect?"

"I wanted you to know first." She nodded at them. "Out of respect and as my superiors."

"You're an Empress, Jalyne." Rufus smiled. "We hardly outrank you."

"Here, I am not." She smiled warmly. "But I'm hoping to speak with him either after the holiday festivities or the next day. I just don't know how he feels for me."

"Just ask him." Tseng advised.

"That is hard to do." Jalyne commented wryly.

Reno waited outside the door patiently waiting for Jalyne. His eyes widened slightly when he caught part of the conversation she was having with Rufus. He wasn't eavesdropping mind you, but her admission had caught him off guard. Reno's mind was now going a mile a minute, wondering how he should handle the situation. So, she did what most women do and fell in love with him. For him, it was different as he genuinely liked being with her and adored travelling with her to parts of the universe. Most people wouldn't think beyond Gaia, looking up at the stars and just believing they were lights in the night sky, but he now knew differently.

Reno leaned against the wall, idly tapping his mag rod against his shoulder, deep in thought about what he heard. His coping mechanisms have always been women and drinking. He didn't care for drugs having dealt with them in the past and had seen many of acquaintances fall to their demise due to them. Reno was always grateful to Tseng pulling him out of that life and recruiting him to the Turks as it gave him more meaning and most importantly, gave him a family.

Jalyne was an enigma to him and the pull to crack the puzzle was irresistible. But did he love her? Reno would think that would be the case as he never wanted to be without her and worried crazily when she was gone. The sex was awesome, but it felt different than compared to other women. Jalyne's passion was contagious when they were together and he loved the feel of her, all of her curves, and the softness she held. If that was love, then yes, he loved her.

The door to the conference room opened slowly and Jalyne stepped out, carrying her bags and the book she brought back from Litrandan. She had collapsed the staff and her blades hung on her belt behind her along with it. Reno reached for the bags to help her of which she smiled gratefully.

"Ready?"

"Yes." She answered quietly and started for the elevator. Reno rushed to catch up with her and as the doors closed, he faced her.

"Are you okay?" he asked genuinely concerned.

"I'll be fine." She admittedly whispered. "Just a little tired."

"If you don't want to go tonight, we don't have to." Reno offered.

Jalyne thought for a moment then answered. "I think it would be a good idea to see what happens within the club."

They rode the elevator to the garage in silence and Reno escorted her to the car, placing the bags in the backseat. He walked around and opened the door, being a gentleman and Jalyne slid into the seat effortlessly but lost in thought, sliding her weapons in front of her to not scratch any surfaces and still cradled the book. They drove through the streets of Midgar on their way to her apartment in silence and Jalyne looked out at the snow falling in the early winter sky. They arrived within a few minutes, pulling to the front of the building and Jalyne hesitated on getting out.

"Can you stay?" she suddenly asked him. Reno reached out and took her hand.

"Do you want me too?"

"Please." Jalyne whispered. She could already feel the Black Materia's pull as it was getting stronger as the days went on.

"Let me run and grab clothes." Reno stated gazing at her. "I'll be an hour at most." He offered. Jalyne nodded in agreement and exited his car, opening the rear door, retrieving the bags, and placing them on the walkway.

"An hour?" she timidly repeated. Reno nodded in affirmation. "I'll see you then."

He found her lying in bed and restless, tossing and turning and murmuring in Trerran. Jalyne's aura sprang to life around her as she clenched the blanket she was huddled within. Reno sat at the edge of the bed and brushed her hair out of her eyes to try to wake her, studying her agonized features.

"Plera, Plera." She hastily called out in Trerran. "Naio…NAIO!" Jalyne sat up, breathing hard and extended her arms outward, sending a pulsing, radiating energy wave outward. Reno grabbed the headboard to counter the energy and as it went though him, an image crossed his vision.

Jalyne opened her eyes, breathing hard and felt the tears roll down her cheek. The hand that reached out to her snaked around the nape of her neck and pulled her towards a body. For once, she didn't tense and allowed the action to happen, feeling and knowing who it was.

"I'm sorry." She whispered into Reno's chest taken a deep breath.

"What happened?" he asked stroking her hair soothingly. "You've never done that."

"I'm losing my mind." Jalyne answered as she got up and crossed the bedroom, stopping just in front of the wall where the materia was hidden deep within. Without thinking, she outstretched her hand as Reno looked on. Something warned him that this wasn't a bright idea, and he wasn't wrong.

Jalyne called to the materia, flaring her aura brightly. She concentrated, her brows furrowing and pulled a tiny bit of dark energy from the orb through the wall. It flared and wisped as it hovered above her palm. Reno looked intently at it and then at Jalyne, never seeing her full anger as he did now. Jalyne tilted her head to the left and snarled, eyes suddenly alive with her power and continued to gaze at the tiny amount of darkness above her palm.

Reno appeared slightly behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist but reached out with the other to steady her arm. In a bright flash, the dark power vanished and Jalyne gasped, looking over her shoulder, confused.

"I need air." She whispered. "Join me?"

Reno shivered lightly as they walked out onto the patio near the pool and Jalyne unconsciously created heating orbs to counter the cold. They stood near the far side, resting their arms on the railing, looking out into the lighted city within the night.

"Do you want to talk, yo?" Reno questioned again. "What happened?"

"At the end, I am not sure." She started. "The nightmare is what started it."

"You are angry."

"At her, yes."

"Care to start at the beginning, yo?"

"I'm not sure there is one." Jalyne started to say, raising her eyes to the star-studded night. "But I wanted to speak with you anyway."

"I know, yo." Reno seriously commented. "I heard you when you came through the Gate."

"But you shouldn't have." She turned to look at him. "I wasn't using telepathy."

He gazed at her surprised for a second then turned thoughtful. "But then how, yo?"

"I am not sure." She truthfully stated. "But all of this centers around that cursed black orb, hidden within my wall."

"Yeah, that's the truth, yo." Reno chuckled trying to get her calm.

They spoke for a while about a great many things, including most of what she told Rufus and Tseng – minus her feelings for Reno. Jalyne did not want to scare him off. She was still greatly afraid of his reaction, but she explained a little more of the passion, addiction to pleasure and how it calmed her. Reno took it quite calmly, much to her surprise, and listened intently, masterfully gathering information.

"Are you hungry, yo?" Reno questioned walking back through the patio doors into the kitchen.

Jalyne thought for a minute, then followed him through the doors. "Sure." she answered. "I would need to eat if I am going to drink alcohol tonight. Adrian likes to make my drinks pretty strong and truthfully I need it."

Reno chuckled lightly, going to her refrigerator, and opening it looking for something to make. Jalyne looked at him confused, wondering what he was doing.

He looked at her bemused and commented. "Hey, I'm a Bachelor. I need to look after myself, yo."

He started pulling out various meats and vegetables and placing them on her island. Reno spied the strange looking fruit and grabbed it. "What's this?"

"That," Jalyne said walking over to him and taking it from him. "Is called choracti. It is part of what I will use for the dish of the Feast."

He grinned at her and turned to find the pots and pans to begin cooking. "I suppose I should tell you that the Feast is being held here." He slyly stated when he turned to face her again. Jalyne nearly dropped the choracti in astonishment.

"Really?" she asked. "Why?"

"Your turn, yo." Reno shrugged. "And you have the biggest place."

"And no one thought to tell me." Jalyne murmured.

"We were going to surprise you and just show up, yo." He joked.

"Really!" she said indignantly.

"Just teasing." he raised his hands in defense. "They were going to ask tomorrow morning but didn't want you to worry with the upcoming mission."

"Do I need to make anything else?"

"Nope. We'll take care of it if you don't mind Rude and I coming early. And I mean really early, yo."

Jalyne laughed and pointed to the back rooms. "I'll go get ready."

She smiled when the aromas of cooking food found their way to her bedroom. Jalyne hurried and finished getting ready as by the time they ate and cleaned up, it would be time to leave. As she made her way to the dining room quietly, she stopped suddenly at the opening, looking at Reno as he set the last of the food on the table. Her heart climbed to her throat as she gazed on and her breathing became faster. Reno had changed sometime during her getting ready and now sported a formal black suit with a black dress shirt cuffed in deep red with only the top two buttons undone. Gone were his goggles, and his spiky flamed hair hung lightly around his face.

Reno paused suddenly after brushing off his hands in the towel, feeling her presence. He looked over to her, leaning upon the wall, looking ever so much like a model. Jalyne had crooked one leg up, placing her heeled shoe against the wall. Her arms were draped downward non-chalantly and relaxed, allowing him to take in her form. Jalyne was dress in a gorgeous silver hi-low dress, trimmed surprisingly in red, though Reno took instant notice of the design – tiny intersecting flames. The top dipped just low enough to show the beginnings of her plump mounds and 'his' necklace hung perfectly in the center, the emerald glistening in the soft light to match her eyes. She had braided the sides of her hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail.

Reno dropped the towel to the floor and in two strides, engulfed Jalyne in a crushing kiss, no longer resisting the urge he felt to have her. She reciprocated in kind, matching his need with enthusiasm. When they broke apart, both of them were panting heavily.

"Ifrit, woman." He breathed. "Can you get any more alluring, yo?"

"We'll see tomorrow night." Jalyne countered smoothly, winking at him. "Is dinner ready?"

Reno leaned in and kissed her again, this time at the crock of her neck making her squirm. "It is." He took her hand and led her to the table, pulling out her chair. "My Lady." He said with a purposefully awkward and fluid bow.

They ate in silence with the exception of Jalyne complimenting Reno on his culinary skills, and if anyone watched them, it was almost like two high schoolers making eyes at each other. Jalyne knew Reno was just trying to make her laugh and relax but she realized then that she really loved the way he was when he was showing his personality. They cleaned up and made idle talk and when all was finished, he extended his hand to her.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

They arrived at the club right on time and Reno took care of the valet, nodding lightly at the guard at the door. The bouncer nodded back and spoke into his radio earpiece, then waived for them to come forward of which Reno produced the card Adrian had given him.

"Adrian will meet you just inside." Bruce offered opening the iron gated door, ignoring the glares of the people behind the couple.

"Why are people staring at us?" Jalyne whispered as they entered.

"They're upset that we 'skipped' the line." Reno chuckled. He spied their host just up ahead and extended his hand to him. "Adrian." Reno acknowledged.

"Reno." The owner returned and looked just passed him to Jalyne. "And there she is." He smoothly stated reaching for her. Adrian hugged her, kissing her lightly on both cheeks in greeting, surprising Jalyne.

"Have you been teaching him customs, Reno?" Jalyne called over his shoulder at the Turk. She reached up and cupped the dark-haired man's head and returned the gesture, smiling warmly at him.

"Looking gorgeous as the last time I saw you." Adrian commented, offering his arm to escort her into the club. "Would you like booth seating or at the bar?"

"Which is the best view?" Jalyne countered lightly.

"The bar." He answered. "I'll clear the area, so no one sits too close. It will offer mobility."

"And I would need to move, why?"

"You never know, My Lady." Adrian jested. "You may want to try out the dance stage."

Reno exhaled loudly and snorted. "Surely you are kidding, yo."

Adrian looked at the Turk with wide red eyes filled with mirth. "You never know." He shrugged in reply.

"Shiva, help me. This will be a long night if Jalyne moves that body of hers."

They settled at the bar and Adrian cleared the few seats around them so others wouldn't sit too close and he could join them. Jalyne looked around wide eyed taking in the surroundings and the set up in action. Adrian had made her drink of which she downed quickly, amusing Reno. The gentlemen around them kept glancing at her lustfully and after about an hour and two more drinks, she leaned into her partner.

"Why are they staring at me?" she curiously asked while Adrian slipped behind the bar to make her two more drinks.

"Own it, babe." Reno replied watching the lady on the center stage.

"Do you think Adrian would allow me to try out the pole?"

Reno choked on his whiskey and stared at her, breaking his attention from the dancer. "Are you seriously trying to kill me?"

"Maybe people would stop staring if I did." Jalyne replied, turning, and facing the bar, slowly rocking her hips to the beat of the music.

"Um…you would incite a riot, Jalyne." He commented turning towards her.

"I would not!"

"Jalyne, if you would just accept how beautiful you are, those questions wouldn't cross your mind, yo. You're an envy for all, yo." His attention flickered to the main stage.

Jalyne looked slyly at him, narrowing her eyes. "You wouldn't mind others looking at me, touching me, sliding gil in my thong?"

"Nah." Reno replied walking into her trap. In his defense, he was starting to feel the whiskey and the distraction of the dancers played a big role.

"Good." Jalyne affirmed. "Then you and Adrian can accompany me and sit there." She pointed at the booth at the center of the stage. "I want to practice for tomorrow."

"What? Now wait a min—"

"Adrian?" She called, her accent coming through. "I want to try the pole." She requested as he neared.

His red eyes looked surprised, but he nodded in acceptance. "What's your musical pleasure, Jalyne?"

"Something sultry, slower than what is playing. Erotic." She paused in thought and leaned to him. "That will be what I need for tomorrow too." She whispered. "Reno said it was alright for you and him to watch from the center booth."

"I will make that happen, now." Adrian rushed from behind the bar after handing Jalyne her drinks. As he passed Reno. "I believe I told you to watch out for that one." He murmured licking his lips and headed for the booth and the DJ and Reno walked to the empty booth to have a seat, determined that it was Jalyne's intent to kill him tonight.

The lights went dark and the music started slowly and as the stage light glowed over the main pole, Reno blinked to adjust his eyes. Jalyne's form appeared at the pole, as luscious as always and taunting him. Her leg swung outward and as she circled it, she seductively raised her skirt higher, teasing the masses. The crowd whistled and crowed at her, egging her to continue and Reno couldn't take his eyes off of her.

He could feel her aura flare in passion and just knew this was going to be a long night. He watched intently, never taking his eyes off of her and adjusted his pants when she bared her tits at the start of the second song, noticing the jewels that swung from her nipples with her movement. Watching her markings flow and flex with her movement was just as erotic. Most of the crowd was at or near the stage waving gil at her but she concentrated on Reno and Adrian for the moment, with only glances at the rest of the crowd.

The start of the third song had Jalyne shedding the dress, revealing a jeweled thong with an emerald in the center, accentuating her hips and she pulled out her ponytail, letting her long white tresses flow. Reno's erection was quite painful by this point and judging by the rustling out of the corner of his eye, Adrian wasn't faring any better as they tried to non-chalantly sip their drinks.

Jalyne was lost within the music, feeling her eroticism and passion rise. She knelt in front of the boys around the middle of the last song, enticing them with her gestures. It was when she laid down on her back in front of Reno just inches from his face with her back arched, that she knew where this night was going. Jalyne exhaled slowly, reaching for him, and kissing him deeply, hearing his groan. She rolled onto her stomach, arching her back and sliding the heel of her shoe through her thong, lifting the strap, and reached for Adrian. Green eyes stared at red ones for a heartbeat before she caresses his hair with a feathery touch and laid her lips upon his. She whispered her thanks as she broke the kiss and attended to the crowd, slinking across the stage on her hands and knees.

When the song was finished, the lights in the club dimmed again and Jalyne exited the stage to the booth where her partners were still sitting. Both of them stood as the lights changed brightness and the club picked up where it left off. Jalyne grinned at both of them as she neared.

"Jalyne –" Adrian started to say.

"Thank you, again." She interrupted, standing with her back to Reno and adjusting the gil that she received.

Her hips started going to the music and Reno closed the gap, sliding an arm around her waist, mainly to hide the erection from the public, and to show her what she did to him. Jalyne curled a finger to Adrian, silently asking him to come closer. She seductively handed him the gil and his eyes widened at the gesture.

"Find a charity to give this to, please." She whispered as he stood in front of her and look down into her green orbs. A sudden thought came to her and though she knew she was buzzing as her drinks took effect she couldn't help but ask. "Do you have an available room?" she whispered, and Reno tightened his grip. Adrian brushed the hair out of her eyes flirtatiously.

"I always do." He answered staring into the swirling green eyes. She smiled deviously and turned within Reno's grasp to face him, coming close to his lips.

"Please." Jalyne begged, kissing Reno deeply. She looked into his aquamarine eyes and saw the same fire that she was feeling.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, glancing over her shoulder at Adrian.

She dipped her head to his neck, biting and nipping at him. Adrian was starting to back away when her left leg shot out, bending at the knee, encircled his waist and pulled him flush against her. Adrian jumped into the foray, steading Jalyne with one hand and slipping the other under her skirt. The handsome, well-built owner kissed her along her neck inciting moans from the white-haired Turk. "I want you both." She breathed. "Please."

"You know I can't deny you, Beloved." Reno huskily whispered back, running his hands over her and nipping her back.

A long night indeed.