Author's Notes: Invidia means, if my Latin dictionary is to be believed, envy, jealousy and hatred. Or one of those multiple things. So, well, LilTigre was shocked by her power over my Reeve happiness and was given the gift of picking which theme I would do next in this homestretch of my Reeve FF100. Triangle was her choice, so I pounced upon it the moment I had time. Unfortunately I looked at it later and said 'OMG this isn't fitting that theme in the SLIGHTEST'. So I changed it to Square.

Theme: Triangle

Invidia

Never before had he lain eyes upon such a beauty in his life. Yes, he'd seen all sorts, flat and curvy, slow and fast, dark and light, beautiful and just plain repulsive. There were those whose buttons were not only easy to press, but it was a pleasure to press them in the first place. There were those who had that extra bit of personality, did more than sit there and listen to you. There were those that responded, reacted, and most of all, acted before you could do so yourself. Those were, of course, Reeve's favorites. He loved to not only guide actions, but react to whatever was thrown at him from the beauties.

But never before had he seen one quiet like this. All the right planes and curves in all of the right places. A soft purr you could barely hear but still drove a shiver down your spine. Responsiveness of such a style that even his current one could not compete with this one. There was even a near radiant glow to the sleek silver that clothed this particular beautiful model. Oh what he would give to press those buttons, to toy with the smooth exterior to coax his joy from the insides of this beautiful creation. Truly there was no greater pleasure upon this earth than watching and waiting for it to react with such beauty and grace.

Alas though, it was not his to possess, not his to own, not his to coax. That Tseng was such a greedy man, refusing to let Reeve toy with it even in the littlest bit. Even if Reeve promised over and over that he would make it better. More talented, far more skilled, far better for such an inexperienced man like Tseng… He would break her in, show her the ropes, and THEN maybe give her back to Tseng if she didn't want him more.

"Reeve, will you get your hands off of my laptop!" Tseng shouted. He'd left the room for just three minutes to fetch a file delivered from one of his junior Turks so that he could look over it, as it was about half an hour late in coming, only to find Reeve was back in his office. He'd probably kicked Reeve out at least ten times in the last three hours. It was almost amazing how the executive always managed the greatest feats of stealth to break in that he might examine the new steel laptop that Tseng had been given.

"I'm not doing anything to it!" Reeve protested, leaping away from the beautiful piece of technology.

"I'm quite tempted to have Reno and Rude attempt to destroy that so that you will stop interrupting my work…" Tseng said with a sigh.

"No! You can't! It's so amazing Tseng! Oh… have them break mine so I can get one too!"

Tseng rolled his eyes. This was going to be a horribly long day.