A/N: This fic was written together with Vitrain ( u/1036603/Vitrain), but FFnet doesn't allow us to appear both as authors. So yeah, this is totally a 4 hands story :)
Elena didn't know if it was the cool summer breeze coming in from the window, the sun filtering through the curtains or the sounds of the seagulls outside the room that woke her up. She slowly opened her eyes. At first she noticed the colored ceiling of her hotel room in Costa del Sol, then a very familiar, strong, calloused hand on her waist that pulled her closer with a rustle of sheets.
Tseng was still sleeping, peaceful and relaxed, lying with one hand hooked under the pillow and the other embracing her. His face was serene and it was rare to see him like this, him being usually the first one to awake in the morning. She let out a breath of air in the form of a light giggle, feeling lightheaded, and moved towards him, nuzzling her face between his neck and shoulder. He hummed slightly in response, still asleep, and pulled her to him more.
Elena's eyes were starting to focus and she realized that her head was throbbing a bit. She remembered a night out in the city with just the four of them, drinking and having fun, so her headache was probably the result of a hangover. It was still very early, though, and her brain hadn't started to work properly, so she just closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of Tseng's body against hers.
A very loud snore made her eyes snap open and she moved on instinct, sitting up on the bed, alert. One of the perks of being a Turk: you really never clocked off.
It was just Reno, sleeping on the carpet next to the bed, indecently half naked with just his underwear on, disgracefully splayed with his legs and arms spread wide.
Elena exhaled, relieved that it was nothing to be afraid of, and went back to her spot tucked right under Tseng's chin.
It took her way too many seconds to realize that Reno was half naked, in the room she was sharing with Tseng, sleeping on the floor.
What the effing duck was he doing here? Tseng stirred against her, shifting and mumbling. She realized then that her fingers were starting to dig into his collarbone, clinging on for dear life.
If Reno was on the floor, where the hell was…? Without moving a muscle, Elena's gaze was drawn down the bed. A pair of socked feet were propped on the bottom, attached to some definitely very naked legs, and a pair of very bright, very pink boxer shorts. Rude was asleep in the chair positioned at the end of the bed in the corner, head tilted back with his mouth open a fraction. He was still wearing his sunglasses. Of course he was. The world could turn on its head and Rude would still be wearing his sunglasses.
Maybe she was still dreaming?
Elena drew the bedsheet a little higher, just in case her boobs had somehow migrated up her chest and there was a chance that one of her half-naked, snoozing colleagues might see them.
She groped under the sheets and felt a handful of Tseng's buttock. He still had his boxer shorts on too. So how come she was the only one naked under the sheets?
"Good morning to you too." Tseng's voice took her by surprise. She remained completely still. It was only when he shifted slightly that she realized she still had a handful of his butt cheek.
She raised her gaze and they looked at each other. His eyes were still half-lidded, not completely awake, and he hadn't moved if not for a tiny, sly smile. The hand that was on her waist roamed dangerously south, caressing the small of her back, and Elena winced, too damn aware that they weren't alone and that this was totally inappropriate right now. She put one of her hands over his. "Wait a一"
In a split second, Tseng used his hand to switch positions and laid her back flat against the mattress. He was now over her, his whole body pressed against hers, his long hair tickling her bare skin, the bedsheet dangerously sliding down their bodies. He was looking at her intently, the sun casting his light on the muscles of his arms and enhancing his facial features, especially his high cheekbones. He was stunning and he would have been a joy for her eyes at any other moment, but definitely not now. She opened her mouth again to warn him, when he pressed his lips against hers in a slow, dream-like motion.
Elena went still, terrified, her eyes frantically searching for any movement from the two guests sleeping in their room. Rude hadn't moved and Reno was still snoring. Apparently there was nothing to worry about but she was still eyesdropping when Tseng nipped gently at her bottom lip, claiming her attention. A little shiver went down her back when he tried to deepen the kiss and well, no one was watching them, right?
She sank her hands into his hair and he made a little raw chuckle before opening his mouth to her. A warm feeling ran down her whole body. Gods, if this wasn't the perfect way to start the day: a slow, deep kiss that could take her breath away.
"Ugh, go get a room," Reno groaned.
She broke the kiss immediately, shrieking, both of them turning to the right to look at Reno, who was still splayed on the carpet and covering his eyes with his forearm. The beadsheet had slipped too far down their bodies to be retrieved so she covered her nipples with her hands, trying to seek some modesty. Elena looked up at Tseng, propped over her, and she noticed his furrowed eyebrows and thinned lips, a strange, confused expression on his face.
"This is our room," he replied in a very controlled and detached voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Ow, my head." Reno rolled to the side, trying not to face the direct sunlight. "Please tell me you haven't got your dingle dangle out again, boss."
"Excuse me?"
If Elena could've hidden her face without risking exposing herself in the process, she would have. And yet here was Tseng, bedsheet ruched just below his waist, chastizing Reno like they were all standing fully clothed in the middle of their office in Healin.
"Well we all copped an eyeful last night when you finally lost your last piece of clothing," Reno mumbled. At least he was still facing away for now, so Elena shifted beneath Tseng, dropping her hands from her chest as she tried to edge across the bed, eyes rapidly scanning what she could see of the room for some signs of clothing.
Tseng's weight didn't budge from her hips, however.
"Only because you pulled them off him when he lost the round."
"Oh for fuck's sake!" Elena shrieked again at the sound of Rude's voice from the foot of the bed, arms flying back up to preserve her modesty. Trust him to wake up before she could find some clothing.
"I did not," Reno replied, his head suddenly appearing at the side of the bed as he sat up. Elena let her head drop back onto the pillow, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Tseng showed no signs of being about to move. Let's all just forget about the naked woman while we argue, shall we?
"Well," Reno continued, sounding a little uncertain. He switched his gaze from Rude to Tseng. "If I did it was because you lost the round and you owed them."
"As I recall," said Tseng, settling over Elena a little more, his hips angling towards hers probably accidentally but still rather distractingly. Elena turned her head towards the window, as if a shirt or something might have magically appeared in the meantime. No such luck. "—You were the one who lost that last round and yet you insisted on relieving me of my underwear."
Last round? Elena took a breath, about to demand to know exactly how she had ended up completely naked in all of this, when she decided against it. She could ask Tseng later when Reno wasn't around to add to this humiliation fest.
"That's because you cheated." Reno was resting his forearms on the edge of the bed now, head between his hands as his fingers raked through his hair.
"You were the one cheating, Reno." Rude's feet were still propped on the end of the bed, but his arms were now folded across his chest. Heaven forbid either of them should rush to leave.
"I—what the hell is…?" Elena rolled her head on the pillow to look at Reno. He had lifted his hand into the air above his head, and from his fingers dangled a red, lacy bra.
Her red, lacy bra.
"Oh, look what I found." His grin was so big and so smug that it went all the way from one ear to the other. He winked at her, studying the bra before putting it on his chest. "Damn Elena, your boobs really are minuscule."
"At least I go around the office with my shirt buttoned. And without my tits on show for everyone in the building to see, like you."
Reno just smirked. "Who would even want to see yours? Oh right, there's nothing to see."
Elena tried then to reach for her bra, attempting to move so her nipples were covered with only one arm while extending the other, but Tseng was making the task more difficult because, damn him, he hadn't moved a single inch. Reno was dangling the bra in front of her face like gysahl green in front of a Chocobo.
"Give it to me." Elena opened and closed her hand. "Now."
He ignored her and put the bra on his head, giving her his best wicked smile. "If you squirm enough, maybe you'll forget you're naked, your arm might slip and we can take a look at your peanuts."
"Reno." The warning came from both Elena and Tseng at the same time.
"You were wearing it last night, though." It was Rude, still comfortably seated on the armchair.
If she was wearing the bra last night, how could she be fully naked right now? Reno was probably asking himself the exact same thing because he was looking at her with both his eyebrows raised in a very amused expression, letting out a whistle. Elena was about to argue with him but then she remembered why she wasn't wearing anything. Her cheeks started to burn in embarrassment as the memory of what happened came to her mind. She looked at Tseng and, judging by the way he was looking at Reno, he remembered too.
It was the fourth, or maybe the fifth? Elena couldn't exactly remember the number of Costa Del Sol iced tea cocktails she'd had. She realized she was probably a bit drunk because her eyes were now struggling to focus. She was having no issues whatsoever focusing on Tseng's naked body near her, though.
Reno, from the other side of the table, was literally dying of laughter, waving a pair of black boxer briefs in the air. Her eyes fell in between Tseng's legs and she started to laugh too, covering her mouth with the hand that was holding her glass, her drink spilling dangerously over the rim as she shook.
"I'm glad you're finding it amusing." Tseng seemed to be aiming for his usual deadpan voice but what came out instead was a slightly slurred sentence; the drinks had taken their toll on him too.
He sat back down at the table, one hand covering himself as he tried to move his chair in closer, probably to seek more modesty. Between the edge of the rug that was caught under one of the chair legs and trying to keep himself covered, it took him several clumsy attempts to tuck his chair in.
Just as he managed to finally move in closer to the table, Reno stood up from his chair opposite, swayed a bit, and bent forwards to grab hold of the table legs. Elena had visions of him flipping the table over, all in the name of exposing Tseng, and giggled some more. Instead, he pulled the table towards him and away from Tseng.
"The idea of strip poker, boss, is that you lose some modesty when you lose a round. You don't get to lose your boxers and then attempt to wear the table."
"If you can cheat, so can I," Tseng replied, making a grab for the table legs nearest him. "And I wasn't wearing the table, I was sitting at it."
Elena couldn't help herself, her gaze fell back between Tseng's legs and suddenly she had an idea. Her cheeks were aching a bit and she realized she was grinning. Maybe she'd regret this tomorrow? Oh but what the hell, tomorrow was tomorrow. And she owed it to Tseng to help him out a bit, didn't she?
"I'm not cheating." Reno's gaze dropped as he said it. "Well, not as much as usual." Shiva's ass he wasn't, he still had more clothes on than anyone else in the room, even if most of them were unbuttoned. And that was after he'd kicked off his trousers halfway through a round because he was feeling 'team spirited'.
Elena was down to her shirt and underwear. Thank the gods she'd decided to wear her nice set. Not that it had ever been intended for Reno or Rude's benefit, but she had an image to maintain, and comfy granny pants were not part of that image.
Rude was dutifully shuffling cards, sitting in his sunglasses, boxers and socks. There was definitely something amiss with this game if the poker king was only three losses away from being as naked as Tseng. Elena giggled again as she remembered her solution to Tseng's predicament.
"Well," she announced, rising shakily to her feet. Something wet hit her thigh and she realized she'd sloshed her cocktail again. "There aren't any rules about wearing other people." Wearing other people? Was that really a proper sentence? Elena sniggered again.
Reno held up a finger at Elena. "Oi, this is a respectable gathering. If you two want to—"
"Finish that sentence, Reno, and you'll—"
Elena tried very hard to do her best seductive sit-down. And it would've been, if the fucking floor stopped rocking for five seconds. She had ideas of parking herself elegantly on Tseng's lap and crossing one leg over the other, with her back a little arched, slipping a hand around his neck. Forget the fact that she'd never even tried something like this sober.
Tseng was cut off mid-threat as Elena stumbled backwards into his lap. He managed to catch her before she could overbalance and she righted herself quickly, blowing out a breath to clear her hair off her face. She held onto his shoulder and took a satisfied sip—gulp—of her cocktail.
Reno was still standing, leaning over the table, eyebrows raised, blinking in a rare moment of baffled silence. Elena couldn't see Rude but she could still hear the soft slapping of shuffling cards continuing behind her.
Tseng cleared his throat and shifted beneath her. One of her butt bones had been digging into his thigh and the other… She wriggled a bit and he jerked.
"Elena." His voice caught somewhere between his teeth. Gods help her, she laughed. And damn it, she wasn't quite comfortable yet. She squirmed, gripping his shoulder hard as she tried to find a better position. "Elena!"
"Yes, honey?"
Reno snorted and flopped back down onto his chair. "You did tell her to be more 'creative' in finding solutions."
"Be grateful, I'm trying to keep you and Tiny Director safe and covered," she said, pouting in mock offense before smiling and toasting towards him with her cocktail, drinking a mouthful.
Rude stopped shuffling the cards, his sunglasses sliding down on his nose and he sniggered, trying to keep his composure.
Reno stared at them with his jaw wide open, silenced for the second time in the span of a minute. Then his mouth started to curl upward, really slowly, until he laughed. He was literally howling, smashing his hands on the table. "Tiny Director?" he managed, in between one laugh and another.
Elena giggled and stared at Tseng, who had his lips so thinned with such an unamused expression on his face that, in any other situation, he would have been effing scary. Right now, though, naked as Gaia made him with her on his lap and with his Serious Director face on, he was just absolutely hilarious.
Elena laughed along with Reno and Rude, sploshing her drink on the floor, too drunk to feel even remotely sorry for him.
Tiny Director was kind of a private joke. Well, truth to be told, Tiny-not-so-Tiny would have been more fitting. Elena was imagining it with a tiny tie wrapped around it and she exploded in a loud laugh. Oh gods, Reno would have loved that image. Elena felt that it was better not to push her luck further with Tseng though, especially because one of his hands was now traveling up her leg, hidden by the table.
She was expecting a pinch on the butt or maybe a slap as a punishment, that would have been really sexy, but certainly not his fingers taking advantage of her almost naked state to graze her folds and pushing against her panties a little. Elena sputtered her drink onto Reno's face.
"Laney, what the fuck?" he yelled, disgusted. He tried to clean himself using his fingers, not very successfully, so he removed his shirt to use it as a napkin, smearing it with the colorful drink she was sipping. "I'm wet and sticky, and I smell of fucking strawberries."
She didn't reply to him, still shocked, but looked at Tseng instead with wide eyes and creased brows, her mouth open in bewilderment. What was he thinking? She used the hand around his shoulder to slap him on the back, and when she moved on his lap to face him properly she noticed that something else had moved—raised—too.
She looked down, blinking, before her gaze returned to him. He was looking at her with a half smug, half you-saw-this-coming face, one eyebrow raised.
Fuck. Maybe wearing another person wasn't such a brilliant idea. Or it was. Well, it had its perks at least.
"The vodka is empty," Rude said, interrupting her thoughts. He shook the bottle. "The gin is almost finished too."
Reno tried to say something but Tseng anticipated him. "Go to the bar and get some more. We'll be waiting here."
"You're the boss, you should be going." Reno gave him his best charming smile.
"The idea of strip poker is that you lose some modesty when you lose a round, if I remember correctly, Reno? Go, both of you."
"What—"
"Now." And Serious Director was back again.
Elena tried not to giggle but she couldn't help it. Tseng too would be smelling of strawberries very soon if she wasn't careful. But oh, licking that off his face would be—
The door slamming broke her from her train of thought. Why had she been giggling again? Oh yes, the image of Reno and Rude, half naked, going down to the liquor store to buy more alcohol that they probably really didn't need.
"What if they get arrested for indecent exposure?" she wondered aloud.
"Then that'll just buy us a bit more time to finish what you started," Tseng said, his lips close to her ear. His voice was still insufferably smug. She'd never tell him, but she loved it when he sounded this smug. It only ever meant good things.
She shifted on his lap, deliberately brushing against him, passing an arm around his neck and pulling her face back enough to look at him dead on. Tseng's breath caught between his teeth and his hands went to her hips.
A look passed between them. The bed, now? The bed. Now.
Getting off of Tseng's lap and onto the bed was a bit of a blur. The room spun when she got to her feet, Tseng's hands on her waist guiding her. He plucked the cocktail from her hand and put it aside, and she took the opportunity to slip out of her shirt now that her hands were free.
The soft feel of the bed against her back was heavenly and she closed her eyes, feeling the mattress move as Tseng knelt over her. His lips were warm, a little sloppy from too much to drink, but his mouth tasted of vodka and tropical fruit. Her hands found his bare buttocks and squeezed. Something about that was amusing and she laughed.
"What?" he asked in between kisses.
"I like your butt."
"Good."
"Rude has a great butt." Tseng paused then, and she craned her chin upwards to pull at his lips with her own. "Yours is better, though. Reno's—"
"There is no place for Reno's butt in this bed."
Elena snorted. Her fingers fiddled with loose strands of his hair falling over his shoulders and down onto her neck. Tseng's eyes darted back and forth in little motions as he seemed to process what he'd just said.
"Figuratively or literally," he clarified.
"Let's not talk about Reno," Elena breathed, pulling him down for another kiss. Tseng's hands found her bra and fumbled at the catch.
"You realize you won," Tseng said.
"I won?"
"The poker game. You still have far too many clothes left on."
Well, that was easily taken care of. With a smirk, Elena shed her remaining underwear.
"I think that's only because Reno kept finding reasons to take his off." Spitting her drink all over him wasn't her way of cheating. Well, not intentionally. That was Tseng's fault, after all. Reno losing more clothing as a result was just an added bonus.
Tseng was kissing his way down her neck, her left foot hooking over the back of his right thigh when suddenly it occurred to her. "What if they don't get arrested?" she asked, stilling.
Tseng looked at her.
"What if they don't get arrested?" For such a smart man, he could be very one-track minded sometimes. But, with the both of them naked as they were, she couldn't really blame him.
"If they don't get arrested, we won't exactly have much time," she said.
"They don't have a key to get back in. This is our room, remember."
Their room. Oh gods nothing sounded sexier than those two words right now. Their room. All to themselves.
Elena grinned and she squeezed his butt before starting a slow path, her nails grazing his skin with a delicate touch and traveling from his back to his abs, her other hand holding his neck. Just before she could properly grab him—it—Tiny, he took hold of her wrist. He was the one grinning now.
"You won, remember?" He had that smug voice again, his lips smiling with that stupid, irresistibly sultry smile. How could he be so damn beautiful and look so damn sober after everything they'd drunk?
She tried to use the hold on his neck to pull him towards her to kiss him but, when he was halfway there, his fingers grazed her clit and she gasped, throwing her head back on the pillow and arching her back. She slammed both her hands on the mattress, grabbing a fistful of sheets.
Elena opened her eyes and saw Tseng sitting on his haunches between her legs, holding one of them straight up. He was leaving kisses on her ankle, while his fingers were doing heavenly circles on her clit. He stared at her in return, fully naked in all his glory and damn him for being such a goddamn, wonderful, amazing tease—oh gods, right there.
"Fuck!" She arched her back again and even if the rest of the world was kind of moving around her, she could feel the vibrations of him chuckling through her skin.
"Yes, that's the plan."
"Stop wasting time, then," she moaned.
Tseng lifted both her legs and put them on his shoulders, before bending down to kiss her. It was a messy, hot and deep kiss, and Elena could feel Tiny-definitely-not-tiny-anymore brushing against her inner thigh. She could have died right on the spot from the anticipation if he didn't hurry up. While nipping at her lower lip, he used one hand to position himself and oh here we g—
Someone thumped loudly on their bedroom door.
Tseng stopped a breath away from her core and they opened their eyes, their mouths still closed in a kiss.
"Boss!"
Fucking Reno, what the hell was he doing here?
Tseng's eyes wandered over her face as he broke the kiss. He turned to look at the bedroom door with a grim expression, silent. Elena tried to mirror him but he stopped her, kissing her again, more eager than before, and she forgot completely about Reno. She felt him touching her folds to position himself again and oh yes, almost the—
"BOSS! ELENA!"
Reno was literally pounding on the door now, yelling.
Tseng laid his forehead in the crook of her neck, exhaling in what sounded like defeat, before he sat on his haunches again as Elena groaned in disappointment.
"Go back to your room, Reno!" he shouted, imperative. If looks could kill, Reno would have been dead even if he was still standing behind the door. And fucking hell, she wanted to strangle Reno as well.
"We lost the keys to our room and the barmaid called security on us. Open up, please! Have pity!"
Tseng put both his hands on his face and massaged his eyes, clenching his jaw with bared teeth, mumbling profanities. He let go of Elena's legs and stood up, moving towards the door. Stupid fucking Reno. He was so going to pay for this.
"Hey," she whispered, just when he was a couple of steps away from the door.
"What?" he whispered back, spitting the words. Oh gods he was angry. He was practically vibrating with anger.
She let her eyes slide up his body until they stopped exactly under his abs, right where his little-not-so-little-self was still standing upright, proud and to attention. She closed her eyes and exhaled, coughing.
"Your boxers."
He raised an eyebrow before lowering his head. He rolled his eyes so hard they probably touched the ceiling, scanning the room briefly before he found his black underwear, which was on the table near the poker cards. He put the boxers on, wiggling his hips trying to find a comfortable position for his Tiny self. Elena couldn't help herself and snorted, giggling.
"Stay under the covers, one minute and I'll be back."
Tseng's hand was on the door handle, slowly pressing down, his eyes still on her, waiting. Elena glanced down at herself. Oh. Right. Covers. Reno and Rude. She'd been far too distracted by Tiny—Tseng—to notice her own nakedness.
And Shiva, she was definitely more naked than she had been when they'd left, and she was in the bed. Which wasn't suspicious at all. She lay back down and rolled over, pulling the sheets with her. She'd pretend to be asleep until Tseng got rid of them.
And if she couldn't see Reno and Rude, Reno and Rude couldn't see her, right? That logic was good enough for Dark Nation, so it was good enough for her.
"Find your room key, then go." Tseng's voice was flat, every inch the Turk director. Elena suppressed a snort as she envisaged him with his best Turk director face on, dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts with a very obvious bulge—she hoped he'd managed to find a cushion or something.
Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.
"But we went to get—"
"It's late."
"The game—"
"Elena won."
"She did not! Wait, where is… and why are you practically facing the wall?"
"Reno."
Poor Reno was all Elena could think. She was smiling so hard into her pillow that she couldn't breathe. She didn't dare take a breath, either, in case she erupted. Which would probably have made Reno and Rude jump. Which would've been hilarious.
"Reno, where did you put the key?" Rude asked. There was the sound of movement and things being shuffled around.
"I gave it to you," Reno sighed.
"And then I gave it back to you."
"You didn't." Reno was pouting. Elena could hear it.
"I did."
"Did not."
"For gods' sake!" Tseng interrupted. "Just start looking. Both of you."
Something about the noise of clumsy rummaging reminded Elena of chocobos nesting. Which led to counting chocobos. And gods, this bed was so comfy, and she'd just close her eyes until Reno and Rude left.
And that was the last thing Elena could remember. She must have fallen asleep.
Reno was still looking at them from his kneeling position on the floor beside the bed. With her red bra still on his head.
"So," he said, still insufferably smug. "You lost your bra somewhere between that table and this bed." He wiggled his eyebrows. Elena could feel Tseng's chest heaving against hers. She was starting to fear for Reno's teeth at this point; there was every chance he'd be eating them for breakfast soon.
Which would totally serve him right.
"I swear to gods, if you two were—" Reno began.
"You do not want to finish that sentence." Tseng's words vibrated from his body into hers.
"And you," Reno's attention switched to Tseng, relaxed and casual and like Tseng hadn't just threatened to disembowel him. It would almost have been funny, him with her bra on his head, if she wasn't quite so mortified at what he was implying. "—You weren't wearing any clothes when we left, and yet when we got back… which means—"
Rude cleared his throat. "Elena was asleep when we got back." Elena could almost have kissed him. "Pick your brain out of the gutter, Reno."
"Doesn't mean they didn't—"
"And let's not forget that I won the game," Elena interrupted, eager to steer the conversation as far away as possible now that Rude had more or less set the record straight. There was just no way they'd have had sex with Reno and Rude in the room. No way in all seven levels of hell. If hell actually had seven levels.
"Oh come on! There is just no way, I took half my clothes off voluntarily so it doesn't count!"
Elena knew claiming she'd won the game would distract Reno. Thank fuck.
"Technically it doesn't matter how you lost your clothes," Rude piped up again. He was still sitting there, looking extremely comfortable. Pink really did look good on him.
"Oi, who asked you?"
Elena reached out and snatched her bra off Reno's head while he was distracted.
"Elena won. And nothing inappropriate happened in this room," Tseng said levelly. He exchanged a look with Elena, briefly, knowingly, and then cleared his throat. He was still resting over her on his elbows. "Now that we've cleared that up, you two can head back to your own room and leave us in peace for a while."
Reno looked lost for a moment, absently smoothing his hair with one hand. "We still haven't found our room key."
"If you two aren't gone in the next five minutes, I'll call security." Elena found herself gawping at Tseng almost as much as Reno. And then she laughed.
"But we are security," said Reno. Tseng reached over for the phone on the bedside table, his hip digging a little harder into Elena's as he did. "You wouldn't."
Tseng raised an eyebrow and held the receiver to his ear, clearing his throat. Reno sat back on his haunches and folded his arms.
Elena had an idea. Just as reception answered the phone and Tseng was about to speak, she took the receiver from him.
"Hello, maybe you can help me." She had her best phone voice on, and she watched as Reno's expression started to fall. She winked at him. Tseng was looking at her quizzically. "I appear to have two naked men in my room and I have no idea who they are or how they got here."
It took Reno just a couple of seconds before he snatched the phone receiver from her hands.
"I apologize." Oh gods he was mimicking Tseng's voice like he always did when they were alone in Healin. She couldn't help herself and grinned, watching the real Tseng; Tseng, who was wearing a very, very, very dreadful expression right now. Elena knew she should've been angry but it was the first time she'd ever heard Reno publicly imitating him. And his impressions were always effing spot on, damn him. "My girlfriend just woke up and she thought this would be a good joke. Please forgive her and I apologize on her behalf."
He slammed the receiver down on the bedside table and pointed his index finger at her. "You—"
"Were you mocking me?" Tseng's eyes were reduced to two slits.
"Uh—"
"You still haven't heard him when he tries to bribe HR to get a day off, or when he imitates you in intimate moments." Rude was smiling, still comfortably sitting with his arms folded. Tseng turned to Reno with his eyes on fire when Rude winced all of a sudden. "What—" he moved his fingers under his butt and in between his briefs and pulled out a key. "Oh."
The other three turned towards him. The keychain with the number "099" was hanging from the key.
"What the fuck does that mean, 'oh'? You motherfucker, yesterday we were this close to having our asses roasted by that barmaid."
"Your ass is about to be roasted now by me if you don't leave, Reno." Tseng's voice was rising. They all loved Reno but Elena could tell Tseng was about to lose his patience with him. "If I hear you doing an impression of me again, you'll be doing night shifts for the rest of your life."
Rude stood up from the chair, briefly stretching his arms over his head, before adjusting his sunglasses that were still, of course, on his face. Elena watched him cross the room until he was towering over Reno and he grabbed his rat-tail, pulling.
"Come on, it's time to leave."
"I still want to know what happened he—"
Rude looked at Tseng, knowingly. "We've already outstayed our welcome."
Reno tried to argue but he stopped mid-sentence with his mouth open when Rude tugged his hair again. He looked at Elena with his brow furrowed and his lips contorted in a grimace. He motioned at her with his index and middle fingers in a defiant I'm-watching-you gesture. She flashed him her middle finger with the hand that was still holding her bra, and poked her tongue out. Reno stood up from the carpet and followed Rude, who was waiting for him at the door.
When the door closed behind them, Elena exhaled. "Hell, I never thought I would have loved the sight of Rude's butt so much."
Tseng's hand was suddenly on her cheek, turning her head towards him, and a second later his lips were on hers again. His mouth was devouring her, his tongue seeking hers while his teeth teased her lower lip. Elena angled his chip upward to deepen the kiss more, and when she tried to reach for his hair she realized that she was still holding her bra. Fuck the bra. She threw it behind her and Tseng shifted his hips, eliciting a small moan from her.
One of his hands disappeared from her face to hold her leg, bending it so she could rest her feet on his back. He shifted his hips again, this time with a more deliberate movement, and Elena felt his arousal. A pretty awful morning was starting to turn into a very pleasing one.
Her fingers found the waistband of his boxers and snapped it.
"There's too much clothing in the way," she whispered in between kisses.
Tseng didn't waste any time and moved the sheets down before getting rid of his underwear, kicking it to the end of the bed. He broke the kiss and looked at her, his eyes dark and his lips, still glistening, curved into a smug and very wanton smile. He touched her curls and she arched her back and, damn him, she'd already been wet when Rude and Reno were still in the room.
"Now." He kissed his way from her mouth to her ear. "Where were we?"
Final notes:
… How did this happen? Well, we definitely weren't as drunk (and no way near as naked) as these Turks xD
Note from Vitrain
In short, I opened Google Docs one day and found a fic that I had to continue.
After a few months of not writing very much at all, and complaining more about the lack of writing than doing any actual writing, this was ElenaChatNoir's genius idea to bust me out of my block. We wrote it in a kind of "Chinese Whispers" style, where we took it in turns to add to it, never plotting in advance what would happen and each of us just wrote whatever we liked when it was our turn. The result? Classic Turk silliness XD
This fic made me laugh when I wasn't in the mood to smile, so thank you ElenaChatNoir