Chapter 38

Sighing as she sank onto her couch, Elena eyed Tseng who was sitting on the other end, a small glass in his hand. She watched him swirl the golden brown liquid in the glass as his eyes remained unfocused. "Tseng…"

Those dark eyes flicked up to meet hers almost instantly. "Elena?"

"Do you think the President is angry with me?"

"Not at all."

Elena chewed her lip, trying to work up the courage to ask the real question she wanted to know the answer to. This was the reason she had invited him inside and offered him a drink. She really didn't want to chicken out now. "Do… do you think I'm a shit Turk?"

Tseng frowned at her. "Absolutely not, Elena." She looked down at her own drink in hand, relief washing through her as the anxiety began to fade.

"Okay, good…"

"I need you to forgive me."

"What?" Surprise made Elena look up at him, her jaw agape. "What do you mean?"

Tseng set his glass on the table before them, empty. "I sent you into an inappropriate zone without backup." He told her. "I should not have."

"It's fine." She replied dismissively.

"It's not." He said softly. "I need you to forgive me. For that and… What happened… between us…"

"Do you wish it hadn't?" she murmured, unable to look at him for fear of what he might see on her face.

"I… regret… the manner in which it happened."

She looked at him then and found him already watching her. "Oh?"

"It was… messy… and I was … very drunk."

"You were." She agreed.

"I apologise." He said, studying his own hands now, frowning deeply. "That is not usually how… I… do things."

"Isn't it?" she asked.

"Of course not." His response was indignant and so full of pride that Elena couldn't resist a chuckle. She smiled when he looked up at her, his frown still in place.

"And how do you normally do things?"

His eyes moved over her so quickly that Elena was certain had she not been a Turk and trained to notice the most minute detail, she probably would have missed it. "Far more thoroughly." His voice was soft and Elena knew that she was instantly wet. She swallowed thickly.

"R-really…" She cursed herself for the waver in her voice.

"You don't believe me?"

"I…" She kept her eyes averted, not knowing what to tell him. She did believe him. She had daydreamed about it and imagined it nearly daily for the last few years, but she wouldn't tell him that. Tseng apparently misunderstood her reaction as he had gotten to his feet.

She watched him walk toward her, and she simply looked up at him, trying to read his expressionless face. "I think…" he began and one of his hands slid into the hair at the nape of her neck, clenching a handful before he yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him more fully as he hovered over her, "that you should take me at my word, Elena."

"I… I believe you." She hissed, clenching her teeth against the pain. Tseng's dark eyes moved across her face and Elena found herself holding her breath. "But…" she ventured, "I… think you should show me." His hold on her hair lessened and he looked at her again. She reached a hand up and took hold of his tie, preventing him from straightening. "Show me." She breathed, pulling him down. She gasped in surprise when Tseng gave in to her pulling and bent to her, pressing his lips firmly to hers. Elena opened to him immediately, allowing him to sweep her mouth with his tongue. She groaned into the kiss, both her hands coming down to clench at the cushions beneath her as both of Tseng's own hands were now in her hair.

"Elena…" he said after several moments, when he had released her. "Where is your bedroom?"

"Up… the hall…" she gasped, trying to draw a breath deep enough to allow her to think.

"Is this what you want?" he asked her, and she nodded, her eyes on his. "Very well." He pulled her to her feet and toward the hallway. Elena pushed open the door to her bedroom and then he had propelled her through it. She caught herself on her bedframe and turned to look as Tseng closed the door after himself. She wasn't sure what to do next, but as she watched him unbutton his shirt, she supposed that she should do the same thing.

"Tseng…" she asked uncertainly when she had tossed her clothing onto a chair by the window. "…what do you want me to do?"

She watched him fold his pants and set them carefully on her dresser atop his folded shirt. Her eyes moved across his broad back before he turned to look at her. "Get on the bed." The command sent heat straight between Elena's legs and she did as she was told.

"Yes, sir." She murmured.

"No." he replied, coming to stand by the bed, "You can't be here because you think I'm ordering you to be."

"I… I'm not." She told him, meeting his gaze for a moment before he nodded.

Her breath caught in her throat as Tseng crawled onto the bed toward her, and she couldn't help spreading her legs a little wider as he came to rest between them, hovering over her, his weight braced in his arms on either side of her. She looked up at him, her breath still not coming easily. After a moment, she lifted a hand to pull the tie gently from his hair, allowing the silky tresses to slip free. Her fingers moved through his hair and she smiled. Tseng's hair had always been the envy of both men and women alike.

"Elena…" his voice was gentle and she shifted her gaze back to his face. She felt his hands on her hips and one slid down her leg to catch behind her knee, lifting it slightly and adjusting her beneath himself. When he was pleased, Elena felt him pause for only a second before he pushed himself into her with a single swift thrust. Her back arched and she couldn't bite back the high pitched cry that escaped her as her hands clutched at Tseng's back and shoulders.

The movements that followed were smooth and even, and Elena tried to match her breathing to Tseng's. Everything he did was measured, and his long powerful strokes sent tingles throughout her body within a matter of minutes. Elena bit her lower lip as her hands moved down Tseng's back to clutch at his arse as his own hands held her hips pinned exactly where he wanted her beneath him. Every movement he made ripped the breath from Elena's lungs and she heard her rasping breathing become ragged. Tseng was panting his own breath hot against her neck and Elena's eyes closed, allowing herself to take whatever he gave her.

"Does that feel better than last time?" his voice was gravelly in her ear and Elena could do nothing but nod in response. A few moments later, she felt him withdraw and Elena had just opened her eyes to see what he was doing when Tseng's hands tightened on her hips before he flipped her over onto her stomach. She gave a startled gasp, groaning as one of Tseng's powerful hands slid up her back, pressing her into her pillow, while his other arm snaked around her waist, lifting her hips up to meet him as he thrust straight back into her. Elena moaned at the new angle, half muffled by the pillow. She couldn't move as Tseng's hand remained firmly between her shoulder blades, holding her down as his smooth thrusting increased in pace, as he clearly enjoyed the deeper penetration he was able to achieve like this. Elena's hands slid across the bedsheets as she searched for something to hold on to, her nails scratching when she found nothing but the edge of the mattress.

"Ah!" She tried to lift herself onto her elbows, trying to get some air. She heard Tseng's soft grunts as both of his hands slid to her waist as he now pulled her up and back to meet each one of his thrusts and she could feel his fingers digging into her skin as his movements became sharper. "Tseng…" she groaned, "Tseng… stop…"

He did, almost instantly. Without the distraction of him moving inside of her, Elena noticed just how heavily he was breathing. "What is it?" he asked, "What's wrong?" He pulled out of her and Elena pushed herself up before turning around.

"I want to see you." She told him, wrapping herself around his waist. Tseng sat back on his heels as she locked her ankles behind his back, one of her hands sliding across his shoulder and up the back of his neck. He nodded, one of his own hands moving up her back while the other went around her waist. He lifted her slightly and she reached down to guide him as he lowered her onto himself once more. Unable to resist a smile at his soft groan, Elena allowed him to lift her again, gasping as he regained his smooth rhythm, thrusting up into her with surprising vigour. "Ah…" Her head tilted back as she tightened her legs around him, trying to move to meet him.

A few moments later, Elena let out a surprised squeak as her back hit the mattress again, Tseng's weight pressing her into the bedspread as he pinned her with his hips. He reached up with one hand, taking hold of the bedframe above her head and Elena moaned shamelessly at the new power behind his thrusts. Her hand moved into his silky hair when she felt his hot breath on her neck again, and then he had lifted his head to meet her eyes as he moved. Elena's breath caught in her throat at the possessive look she found there. She gasped in surprise and then she was begging him for more, trying to move her hips to meet him from where he had her pinned. This was what she had wanted. For years now, this was what she had daydreamed about. Tseng's hand was holding her chin carefully as his dark eyes watched her face, his other hand still firmly clutching the bedframe. This was exactly as she had imagined it to be, this was what she had fantasised about. As she met Tseng's dark gaze, took in the expression on his perfect face, she realised that he wasn't just fucking her now. He wanted her.