…and a Little Red Bag
Chapter Two: TMI
A FF7 Fic
By
Lady Aoi
Summary: Elena accompanies Scarlet on a most unusual shopping trip…
Pairing: Scarlet/Elena.
Rating: R for adult humor, shoujo-ai, language (the Turks are involved, after all)
Disclaimer: I don't own Scarlet, Elena, the rest of the Turks, or Heidegger. Square does. I'm just taking them on a weird sort of field trip. Oh. But I really *did* see the little red bag. It was the inspiration for this story.
Lady Aoi's Notes: NO, really. I did see the little red bag. And the story happened nothing like this…
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"Kyahahahahahahahahaaaa!"
Elena winced. God, Scarlet had an annoying laugh! You could hear it clear through the door and all the way out into the lounge. The blonde Turk re-crossed her legs and stared up at the clock, as if doing so would somehow get the woman to shut up and move it. Scarlet had been cackling away in her office like that for the last half an hour! What the hell was she doing?!
~Or more importantly, *who* is she doing?!~
"Kyahahahahahahahahah! Klaus Heidegger, you stop that this instant!"
"Gyahahaha! First open that pretty mouth of yours, Scarlet!"
"Mhh. Alright, but you better not smudge my make up. Mhhhhhhh…"
"Gyahahhaha! You like that, huh?"
"Mhhh… so good…"
Elena winced. Okay, that was about a year's supply worth of TMI right there…
"So, you're Elena Marshall."
Elena blinked. "Huh?" Who'd just said that?
"Over here, sweetie."
Elena turned towards the source of the noise. Oh. The receptionist.
"Yep. That's me." She gave the young man a restrained smile that, she hoped, broadcast politeness but an all-consuming need to be left the hell alone.
The young man's lively blue eyes danced across her form as he raised his coffee mug to his lips for a quick sip. "Mhh. I've heard so much about you!" he chirped as he replaced the mug on the impeccable desk before him.
"Oh." Well that was… nice… apparently. Elena smoothed a wrinkle out of her pants, tempted to ask the man just what things he'd heard about her.
~Probably that I suck a mean cock for three Gil a head, and office desks really turn me on.~ God, Reno was so gross! One day, Elena vowed, she'd start a nasty rumor about him and Palmer just to get revenge. That would show him!
"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. But I've just heard so much about you that I had to know!"
Elena blinked. Oh, boy. Here came the cock question… "Know what?"
"I was just wondering if – "at that moment, however, the door to Scarlet's office clicked open. As the young secretary blushed and lowered his eyes back to his work, Elena thanked her lucky stars for the interruption.
"Gyahahahahahaaaa!"
Even if said interruption came in the form of her loud and rather intimidating boss.
"General Heidegger, sir!" Elena immediately stood at attention and saluted as Heidegger lumbered into the lounge.
"Gyahahahahaha!" Heidegger nearly bellowed in response. Elena had to bite her lower lip to keep from wincing. He was even louder than Scarlet! "At ease, Marshall. You don't gotta pass muster now or anything."
"Yes, sir," Elena saluted again and relaxed, arms folded neatly behind her back. Heidegger nodded and gave her an approving nod. Elena blushed slightly as she desperately tried not to think of this giant of a man in a compromised or compromising position. Which he probably had been in ten minutes ago. Urgh. Gross! She was not going to go there.
"Gyahahaha! So, how's life treating you these days, Marshall?"
"Pretty good, sir, and –" Elena caught herself. No. You never spoke out of turn to the General. She'd learnt that the hard way two months ago. "—and just… doing good, sir."
"Gyahahahahaha! Good to hear," Heidegger turned and looked over his shoulder. "Hey, Scarlet! You just going to keep Marshall waiting out here 'til Doomsday?"
"I'll be right there, Klaus," Scarlet called from somewhere inside her office. "I can't seem to find my earring."
"Gyahahahahaha! Well, just take the other off and come out, wouldya? I'm sure Marshall doesn't wanna stand around here all day with her finger up her ass, do you Marshall?"
Elena nearly eeped at Heidegger's last comment. And thankfully, the gasp that did escape her lips was drowned out by a gut-bursting laugh from the office.
"Kyahahahaha! Oh, really, Klaus, must you be so vulgar?" Scarlet chided as she swayed her way into the lounge. Her ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly in mock indignation as she slid a hand slowly and menacingly onto her hip. "You know I don't approve of that kind of talk."
Heidegger merely Gyahahahaed in response to Scarlet's rather provocative display. "Sorry, honey. Sometimes I forget myself."
"You're forgiven." Scarlet's full red lips pulled into a small smile.
"Gyahaha! Anywhoo, this is Marshall. Elena Marshall. In the flesh." Elena flinched as Heidegger's meaty hand came down to rest firmly on her shoulder.
"Indeed," Scarlet's smile widened. "Well, Marshall, Elena Marshall, it's a pleasure to meet you at last. Klaus has told me quite a bit about you."
"Thank you, ma'am," Really?! He had?! For the second time that day, Elena prayed these things did not involve cocks or the sucking of them.
"Now, Klaus, if you'll excuse us, Elena and I really must be on our way if we're going to beat the lunch break crowds. And I really do want to pick up that last pair of red Ciello pumps, provided no one else has snatched them up yet… I really should have bought them last week."
"Gyahahahaha!" It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that Heidegger was way out of his league as far as any discussion of red Ciello pumps was concerned. "Alrighty then, honey. See you tonight?"
"Mhh," Scarlet's lips pursed again. "You can count on it, Klaus." And with that, she blew the General a small kiss.
Heidegger mimed catching it. "Gyahahaha!" he laughed as he pressed his hands over his heart. "You take good care'a Scarlet now, Marshall."
"Sir, yes sir!" Elena saluted. God, this was really too sick. It was bad enough she had to watch Reno chase after everything in a skirt. Did she have to watch two grown people behave like puppy-love-struck teenagers on top of it?!
Scarlet smiled faintly as Heidegger closed the door. "Kyahahaha! Well then, Elena," the blonde Turk turned towards her at the sound of her name. "We'd better get going, hadn't we?"
"Yes, ma'am," Elena agreed.
"Hmm…" Elena blinked as Scarlet's eyes flickered onto her collar. What? What was it? Did she have a stain there or something?!
"Elena, may I ask you something?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Where do you Turks get your uniforms?"
Elena blinked. Huh? Out of everything Scarlet could have said that was the last thing she expected to hear! "Ma'am?"
"Oh, I know Klaus has no idea where anyone buys their clothes, including himself," Scarlet chuckled and waved the General's ignorance away with a slender red-sheathed hand, "But surely you must know."
Elena had to admit she had no idea.
Scarlet's lips turned down slightly. "Really? That's rather unfortunate. I had hoped to order a jacket from the same tailor. I really like the cut and the material of yours."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Kyahahaha! Listen to you, how sweet you are! 'Ma'am' this and 'ma'am' that! No, please, Elena. Just call me Scarlet for today, yes? Save the sirs and ma'ams for a more informal situation."
Was she really hearing this? "Yes, ma—yes, Ms. Scarlet."
"No," Scarlet corrected as if admonishing a young child. "Just Scarlet, dear."
"Yes, Scarlet," Elena murmured feeling horribly embarrassed.
"Kyahahahahahahaaaa!" Urrgh! That laugh! Elena flinched as Scarlet turned to her secretary. "Michael, cancel my three o'clock with Reeve, would you?"
Her three o'clock with Reeve?! How many people *was* Scarlet sleeping around with, anyway?!
"Yes, Scarlet."
"And take a lunch break today, would you? You're working yourself too hard."
"Sure thing, ma'am." The receptionist blushed happily as Scarlet leaned over and patted his hand.
"Good boy," she murmured. Urrgh! Elena blushed and looked away. You could see the tops of Scarlet's stockings from this angle. And if you just looked a little to your left, you could even see the black band on her underwear too… was she… was Scarlet wearing a g-string….?
"Elena? Is something the matter?"
Elena blushed as she snapped out of her daydream. "Uh… no, ma'am. I just…" was staring at your panties. Eeee! "I just thought I saw a Gil on the floor is all."
"I see. Well, we should go now, Elena. I don't want to miss the one p.m. super sale at Threads!"
"Of course not Sca—" but the older woman was already on her way out the door. Elena sighed.
"Isn't she something else?" Michael practically purred.
Elena's shoulders drooped. She had to agree. Scarlet sure was.