Chapter 62

Tseng's pulse thudded in his ears. He was unable to take his eyes off of Elena as she moved on the dancefloor. That definitely wasn't what was making him hot under the collar though. It was warm in here. The whole place was warm, and it was just the beat of the music he could feel. That was all it was. Maybe he needed some air.

"I think I'm done for tonight." He said to Rude, getting up and pushing away from the table. The big man just nodded silently, and Tseng turned away before he could tell if Rude understood what was going through his head or not. He definitely needed some air.

Halfway across the room, his eyes still on Elena, Tseng decided that she needed some air too. He adjusted his path, heading toward her. When he reached the group on the dancefloor Tseng, more than a little forcefully, shoved Topher out of his way, closed his hand tightly around Elena's wrist and dragged her after himself as he headed outside.

"Hey, what're you doin?" she asked, stumbling along behind him.

"You're drunk, Elena." He replied simply.

"So?"

He glanced at her over his shoulder as he stalked up the street, still pulling her along behind him. "So, I'm stopping you doing something you'll regret."

"And what would that be?" she began skipping, grinning at him. Tseng huffed.

"Didn't you notice the way people were looking at you?"

"Was kind of the point…" He heard her laugh, "You're being kind of possessive…"

"I am not." Tseng frowned, "I just… didn't want you getting taken advantage of."

"I was with Zena…" she said, "I would have been fiiiiiine."

"Well, now I know you will be. I'm taking you home." He pulled her around a corner.

"My home or yours?" she asked and he blinked.

"Yours."

Elena didn't say anything further and Tseng was just fine with that. He walked her all the way to her apartment and, then, when she fumbled too long with her key, he took the key from her hand and opened the door for her. It had absolutely been a good idea to get her out of 7th Heaven if she couldn't even unlock a door on her own. Anything might have happened to her.

Watching her stumble toward her couch, Tseng sighed and followed. She flopped down on the cushions and Tseng bent to take her jacket off. "Elena… sit up…" He slid a hand under her when she groaned and struggled to move. She just sat and watched him blearily as he pulled her jacket off and tossed it over the back of the couch. Elena flopped back again, still watching him.

"Sit." She said, patting the couch beside her.

"I don't…" he looked toward the door. He should probably get himself home.

"You walked me back here because you want to fuck me."

"I…" Tseng blinked, surprised. "I… wouldn't…" He looked at her, wondering if she really thought that he would take advantage of her while she was drunk. He frowned when she sighed and got to her feet.

"I'm not that drunk, Tseng." She said, sounding harassed, "I was just trying to make you jealous."

Narrowing his eyes at her, he watched as she stood over him, her hands on her hips. "What?"

"Did it work?" she asked, "Looks like it did."

"You're not drunk?" he asked, incredulously.

"Oh! I'm drunk!" she laughed, swaying a little as she tried to keep her balance. "But I know what I'm doing." She leaned over him, looking into his face. "So, did it work?"

Tseng tried not to think about the way Elena had been dancing, about the way she had been pressed up against Topher. "Perhaps." He watched incredulously as Elena stood straight again, reached up under her skirt and pulled her underwear down her legs.

"You want to stake your claim?" she asked, and his pulse quickened at the words. The grin she gave him told him she knew exactly the reaction that had had on him. "Come on…" she said climbing onto his lap on the couch. "Mark your territory…" He could smell the alcohol on her and her skin was hot to the touch, but he did not think that she was drunk enough to not be in control of herself. Well, okay then.

He was unable to help a groan when she slipped her hand down into his pants, squeezing him encouragingly. "Come on," she breathed and he felt her lips against his throat, "I'm ready…" Her fingers moved down his shirt, unbuttoning as they went and Tseng's own hands moved up her thighs, collecting her skirt as they went. When she'd gotten his shirt open, he shrugged out of it and then set about undoing his pants. Elena pulled her own shirt open and then pulled it off and tossed it away over the couch, and he watched her as she adjusted herself over him, her lacy black bra a stark contrast to her pale skin. Tseng reached a hand up to trace his fingers over the lace, but she slapped his hand away. "Come on…" she breathed, pushing him back down on the couch as she moved further over him. Tseng lay back, his hands moving to her hips as she settled into position.

As Elena reached down to guide him into her, she met his eyes. "I'm not going to do all the work this time." She breathed and he nodded, sliding his hands up her sides and then pulling the straps of her bra from her shoulders. He tugged the whole thing down, biting back a groan as Elena began to move on him. His hands skimmed up her thighs, bunching her skirt up around her hips and then moving around to squeeze her arse, pushing her to move more quickly. She did so with her hands braced against his chest, and Tseng could not help but watch her, noting how the alcohol fuelled flush of her cheeks began to darken and move down her throat to her chest. He slid one of his hands up her hot skin to clutch at one of her breasts and she threw her head back, a brief wordless cry falling from her lips before she silenced herself.

"Tried to make me jealous, did you…" he panted, his breath already coming short as Elena continued to move over him. She looked down at him, not responding in words, but the amusement in her eyes was all he needed by way of answer. Tseng sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist, "And is this what you wanted?" he asked.

"Perhaps" she tried to adjust herself to deal with his new position, but he held her firm. If she had tried to make him jealous, wanting him to stake his claim, then that was what he would do.

"You want me to mark my territory?" he asked, and Elena was no fool. He saw her hesitate for a moment before nodding. He lifted her and turned, sweeping his free arm across the coffee table and sending several coasters and a television remote to the floor. He enjoyed the surprised squawk she made before he lifted her across the space and laid her out atop the table before himself. As Tseng moved over her, Elena brought her feet up to the corners of the table and pushed herself higher, making him crawl over her until he could meet her eyes again. She grinned at him and he slid a hand back down between them. He watched until she gasped and then he pushed into her once more, quickly taking up a powerful rhythm. Within moments, Elena's legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and her fingernails scratched at his hips. Listening intently to every sound she made, Tseng sank his teeth into her shoulder hard enough that he knew it would leave a mark. Elena gave a sharp cry and then, again, silenced herself. When he had released her, Tseng lifted his head to meet her eyes again. "There's my mark." He felt her shudder around him at the words and her fingers slid into his hair.

Reaching up, Tseng took hold of the top edge of the table, using it to pull himself harder, giving himself better leverage as he continued to thrust roughly into Elena. He liked that her skirt was still bunched up around her waist. He found it hot. He also liked the way she moaned at every movement he made, making no effort to try and change what he was doing or to take control. Elena simply lay there and took it and Tseng really enjoyed that.

Before long, the only sound he was able to make was a breathless grunt to accompany each hard thrust and Tseng knew that he was nearly done. Tightening his hold on the edge of the table, he redoubled his efforts, pleased by the soft whimper he heard from Elena before he came with a wordless cry and he allowed himself to collapse down over her, thoroughly spent. Elena's hands moved smoothly over him and he ignored her attempts to sit up, keeping her trapped beneath him on the table.

"Tseng." She breathed, and he pinned her wrist when she lifted a hand to try to get his attention. She didn't speak again, and Tseng drew one deep breath after another as he felt his strength returning.

Eventually he lifted his head to look at her and she met his eyes warily. He smirked at the fact that her dark eyes were still glazed with arousal, and he was acutely aware of himself growing hard again.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and she nodded.

"Yeah," she replied, and then added with a bit of a smile, "Going to be sore tomorrow, though."

"Is that so?" he asked mildly, remembering she'd told him that she had tried to make him jealous for this. With movements too quick for Elena to do anything other than gasp, he had flipped her over on to her stomach beneath him, pinning her again as he reached down to lift her arse to himself before pushing back inside of her with a single hard thrust, earning a helpless cry from Elena, as his fingers once more curled around the top of the table. She had tried to make him jealous because she had wanted this, so he would have what he wanted, and he had decided that he wanted her again, right now, a second time. This time no more gently than the first.