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A Fine Mess

Soft, shallow breaths passed from Elena's body as she rested quietly upon the thin, warm covers; her partner lay next to her, shielded in the depths of slumber, with his fire-red hair ruffled messily over the crisp white pillows.

She wasn't exactly sure as to how long she'd been lying there for, but the low snores of the male had been sounding gently in her ears for quite some time now, along with the perfectly equal ticking from the clock hanging somewhere on the opposite wall, that was now shaded in darkness.

The mattress creaked ever so slightly as she lifted her weight from it, and silently floated over to the window seat; upon which she soon repositioned herself, the cool air escaping through the thin panes of glass playing delicately upon her pale skin, as she sat clothed only in her companion's shirt.

She couldn't really remember the first time it had happened; it had all been such a blur.

They had been on a run of particularly rough missions, and it had been getting to everyone. The stress, the exhaustion, the frustration, and of course the constant rush of pained adrenalin that came with every battle.

They had all been feeling the pressure, and somehow it had just happened. One heated moment between her and the red head, when all the anger and desperation became a little too much to bear; they both just needed the release.

She'd welcomed it; that comfort. It helped. For that one moment she didn't have to think about anything, but what was happening between them.

But it didn't last long enough, and so she allowed it to happen again, and again.

They'd developed an addiction to it; that hit, and it seemed the more she had it, the more she needed it.

But like every addiction, there were side-effects. The guilt was impossible to avoid; not only was she lying to her fellow Turks, but she felt as though by giving in to such methods she was letting them down.

She wondered if Reno felt it too.

A sheet rustled behind her, as the red head stirred; soon awakening when he was greeted with an rather emptier bed than he'd expected.

The silence continued for a moment as she felt his aquamarine gaze search the shadowed room for her, before he emitted a small, confused grunt.

"What ya' doing?"

His voice was softened by the drowsiness that still enthralled his senses.

Elena shrugged lightly; not turning from her position.

"Just thinking."

The evasion in her tone caused Reno's brow to furrow, and soon enough he'd risen from the warmth of the covers himself; placing himself directly behind the young blonde, slowly drawing her back against his bare chest.

His heart beat gently against the skin of her shoulder, as they continued to sit together; the soft heat radiating from their bodies, enveloping them both in a comforting blanket.

"Do you regret it?"

Elena's eyes widened slightly at the rather unexpected inquiry, though his tone hadn't been one of anger or unhappiness.

After a brief pause, she sighed; stroking the delicate hairs on the red head's arm.

"Not exactly."

It was truthful enough, and he seemed to accept the answer with no sense of surprise; they both knew their situation wasn't exactly an easy thing to judge.

"This can't carry on."

His statement hung in the air for a moment; taking on the edge of an agreement, as if Elena had already made the suggestion and he was merely uttering what she would not.

Her body shifted slightly in his grasp, as she turned herself within his arms; bringing her gaze directly to his own, and for a while the pair did nothing but stare at the each other in a gentle consideration.

The moonlight danced through the parted curtains and over the small space between them; the pale, white glow freckling their skin.

Elena allowed a smile to form upon her lips, as she lowered her forehead to rest upon her companion's shoulder.

"This can't stop."

That was all that was needed to break Reno's resolve; his fingers stroking their way around her neck, and pulling her form up to meet with his.

Lips melted, and tounges played against each other, as hands fumbled with buttons and all inhibitions lay forgotten.

It may have been a mess; a fantastic, twisted, confused mess, but neither of them were willing to fix it quite yet.

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A/N= Ok, so again not a very humorous chapter, but the next one I'm planning is gunna be a lot lighter. I didn't really like this one...I don't know if I wrote it very well...but I liked the idea..anyway hopefully it wasn't too bad.