Note: So I edited this. Just added more. Ahem. Be careful. It starts with some lemonz.
*Seize the Day*
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Her soft pants escapes her lips as her gloved hand grips onto the bark of the huge tree. Someone was inside her, enjoying her and she was enjoying him. Surprised that she'd allow any man to have her in broad daylight in some forest, Nina was about to crane her head to see who was behind her.
Instead she stops when she hears Jin's grunts while he slams into her. His hand were gripping her hips, easing himself deeper into her. Both their pants were down to their knees and without shame they indulged in this primal act. It was daylight and anyone could pass them by but in that moment, she didn't care as the pleasure increased between her legs. His pace changed from steady and strong to fast and strong.
Nina rolls her eyes, shuddering from the effect. Moment later, she feels Jin slam into her as deep as he could and a cry come out of him. The passion spills over the edge…
She awakens in shock and finds herself still in that futon.
"What is it?" A deep voice floats from across the room. She finds Jin with a towel around his waist. She hoped he had underwear on under that towel. He seemed as if he was fresh out of the shower and looked at her in amusement.
Crap, did he hear her moan and writhe as she dreamt of them doing the deed? And why Jin? Her eyes gaze at his hard toned chest, beckoning her to run her lips over them.
He was attractive but he was her boss and he was…complicated.
Like her.
"Nothing." Nina finally breathes out, realizing she was covered in sweat.
Great.
"You woke up late this time." He points out, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sounds like you had a good dream."
She was so disappointed in herself. Jin moves to the cupboard and takes his clothes out.
"If you want to go to the bathroom, now is the time because I need to change."
Nina sighs and stumbles to her feet. "I hope you were in the shower while I was dreaming."
Jin looks at his clothes and lets out a low chuckle. He says nothing and it infuriates her. She was the one who toys with him, not the other away around.
"It's not funny." Nina narrows her eyes, determined to fix her reputation. Did Jin Kazama even know what a sex dream was?
"You said my name. That's all I heard when I stepped out of the bathroom."
Nina groans and covers her face with a palm before turning away. She actually moaned out his name?
"Relax, I'm only joking." His voice surprisingly had a playful tinge to it. "But the fact that you didn't deny it proves that I was your on mind." He says smugly.
"Well aren't you humble?" Nina scoffs, fighting a smile. No matter what, she would not let him see her smile at his attempt at humor.
"Now hurry up, I'm cold. Go get in the bathroom." He orders, still sounding amused.
Nina shoots him a glare over her shoulder before slipping her feet into her flip flops and entering the bathroom.
She better not have a dream about him again. At least not in that manner.
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Sometimes, she'd catch herself staring back at him and smiling at him. The flirty waves, the banter and the winks followed soon after. It was easy to toy with him because he was so unassuming and because this was new to him. Nina felt be could just simply be with him but the red flags were there. She was getting too comfortable with him and came close to leaning closer and taking his lips, came close to touching his face, his bangs…just him and she had to stop herself.
She didn't know how long she could hold on. He possessed a strange magnetism that most men didn't. Was it that soft kindness which was rare to find in a man? Was it that he only wanted her around and no one else? Was it that he seemed to think before speaking unlike a lot of people? Whatever it was, she didn't want to ruin their professional relationship. She didn't know how he felt about her.
The fact that she cared, scared her.
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"I'm not meant for this, Jin."
There were millions of them, all suited up in armour, ready for orders. By now, the sky outside had attuned to a bleak and fluffy white, richer than that Rochefort brat's dress. The snowflakes descend ever so slowly. She remembers how lazily they drifted over the metallic army and their glowing amber eyes. No one felt the cold like she did. It was more than she had signed up for. A single decision would affect an entire nation. This was new territory. Uncharted as well. She used to be a one woman army.
Jin taps away at his laptop, pauses and then sits back in his chair. His eyes still glued to the screen.
She catches a smile crinkling at the corners of his lips. Someone clearly is amused.
Nina raises an eyebrow.
"Remember what you said in your interview? You were money motivated. There's no small talk with you. You only do what you get paid for and that you agreed to progress in your career," Jin says, at last.
Career? She'd just signed her death warrant.
"You remembered all that?"
He nods. Spending time with him told her that Jin wasn't a nostalgic person. He hated thinking about the past and instead focused on a bizarre unrealistic version of their future. A future without him. He also had a penchant for not seeing actual facts, like how Christie Monteiro was obviously romantically acquainted with Eddy or how there was something shady about Lars Alexandersson whose hairstyle was more than a bad joke.
"I may not be a sentimental person such as yourself, but I do remember important things, Miss Williams."
She moves closer towards him by the desk and leans against it. His face is serious.
"I'm not a sentimental person." Nina argues, frowning, where the hell did he get that from?
Without warning, he reaches over towards her hip and tugs at the keys attached to her belt. His fingers run over her key-ring- a single high heel- to remember the time when she stole one of Anna's court shoes. That she had laughed about it to Jin who had chuckled back. Surprisingly. He lifts it up and shows her before switching to another key-ring- a diamond Eiffel tower- she had been happiest most in Paris. She might have slipped that once or twice to Jin.
Then she realises how girly her collection of key rings are. At this rate she could give that annoying teenage Barbie a run for her money. Nina resists the urge to facepalm.
The next one surprises him. It's his symbol. The tribal tat- as she liked to call it. He looks at it in puzzlement- as if he hadn't made hundreds of flags with it on, as if he hadn't assigned a Tekken force member each badge stamped with it, as if he hadn't issued staff each key card printed with it. Jin had gone bonkers with the intricate design. It had rubbed off on her too. But she didn't tell him that.
"Why?" He asks.
As if she was supposed to be the one member untainted of his symbol.
"To let the world know I'm doing my job."
She hates that it feels like a lie.
He still looks up at her, reading, studying- whatever his analytical mind was up to, it was at work. Nina looks back, her eyes running over his sharp bangs, his prominent nose and the curve of his lips.
There was no scowl or blankness on his face. Just pure curiosity. It feels strange.
Then again, Jin Kazama is strange.
"You should seize the day." He breaks her out of her thoughts, smiling again. "You have it in you to command the Tekken force." His adds, his voice softer than usual.
He is about to let go but she takes hold of him by the jaw and pulls him close.
The kiss is slow but hard. Once she detaches, she meets his gaze.
Jin's lips are parted. Clearly she had gotten right down to his bones.
Nina smiles.
"Carpe diem, Mr Kazama."
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