Reno wasn't happy about changing for dinner as he was getting sick of all the formal wear required just to go to dinner with his wife. His idea of dressing for dinner was putting on lounge pants to eat his take out burger. Elena didn't seem to mind him walking in front of her in his boxer shorts but certainly didn't return the favour, barring that one teasing glimpse of her dainty lingerie when drunk a few days prior.
He pulled on his chosen outfit of the evening and decided to remove the spikes from his hair for the hell of it, Elena seemed to like him with straight hair, not that her opinion mattered to him...
His outfit for the evening was dark grey with a black shirt and lighter gray tie and he put them all on without argument.
He paused when Elena came in, she wore a dark red strapless dress that was slit up one leg, this gave him pause. It was completely unlike anything the pastel wearing woman ever wore. She even had on a touch of red lipstick.
"That dress is so unlike you" he said with a dry mouth.
"Tseng couriered these to me and told me to wear them tonight. I don't know why. Perhaps he want me to set myself up as bait for the traffickers?" She suggested him. "Do I look too weird? I feel so foolish wearing this" she said, fiddling nervously with the slippery cloth, not liking how much of herself was exposed.
"No you look really good" Reno assured her. She looked sexy; since when did Elena ever look sexy? "I'll be there with you" he said as if to reassure her and she was surprised this did make her feel better.
"I feel so self conscious showing this much skin" she said, trying not to blush at how he examined her.
"Just stay close to me" he said taking her hand.
Elena was used to Reno behaving like a gentlemanly husband towards her, but she wasn't used to having him pay so much attention to her, he was almost acting possessive of her. The night started out as ever with the newly engaged/married or pregnant couples being announced as they had been their first night. She looked up sharply at the name Dan Campbell and realized it was him. Dan had been her high school sweetheart and she had at one point in her younger and more innocent days thought she would marry him. They lasted until she dropped out of high school and started her training to become a TURK all the secrecy of her venture caused him to break up with her. She watched while he and his obviously pregnant bride were announced and shyly kissed. They looked so happy together they seemed to glow while Elena held the hand of a man she was wed to but not in their hearts. "I've got to go" she said abruptly.
"Are you okay?" Reno asked her out of concern.
"I'm just feeling a little lightheaded" she lied.
"Then let's just stay in tonight" he said getting up and helping her up.
He wondered why she seemed so despondent. "Do you feel like watching a movie? I don't get to the theater much so perhaps you want to..." He suggested and then his eyes went wide in shock when she marched up to him and got on her tiptoes and started to kiss him as if trying to devour him. Something in him snapped and her hands were clawing his pants open while he cupped her sex through her panties, he could feel her slick heat and he yanked them from her and took her against the wall, stumbling with his pants undone and around his ankles, and he had to kick them from him. Finally they ended up on the couch with her riding him furiously while his shirt still dangled from his wrists. And that was just the start the night as they had sex almost endlessly that was a blur to them both; it was mind-blowingly stellar.
Reno woke up and wondered why it felt like his dick had been attacked by a cheese grater and back by a multi clawed beast. He felt a weight on him and looked down to find Elena half lying on top of him and his eyes went wide in shock to remember that he'd had sex with her. She had all but raped him. What was it with the Marshall women and himself? It had felt fantastic, but still. It was with Elena. Elena, the person who only ever acknowledged him professionally. Neat little Elena with her fussy ways. Elena the tiger in bed, on the floor, on the living room furniture, in the shower...he'd lost track of where they had done it. He tried to connect the Elena he knew with the fire cracker who had given him the best sex he had ever had before...and failed. Instead he stole from the bed and winced as he put on a pair of lounge pant and had a seat and tried to engage his attention in an article about a new Kevlar grip for a gun but kept on glancing at her.
Elena woke up and wondered why she felt sore between her legs and then startled awake to realize she had actually slept with Reno! Had she been drunk? No they had shared a bottle of wine between them, nothing else. Yet she had felt drunk but knew that he wouldn't have resort to giving her any sort of aphrodisiac or date rape drugs. So that meant that she of her own free will had...
They had done it four times in a row as only a highly pent up woman and two people in top physical shape could. She had lost track of how many positions they had assumed. But still she had had sex with Reno, it didn't matter their current martial status. She had had sexual intercourse with the ever slovenly playboy slacker. The worst part was she'd really enjoyed it. Did he have some rare talent in bed or had the other men she been with were less experienced, her body had never reacted to anyone else's like that. Just how many orgasms had she had? She had been shameless! Reno must think her to be a wanton nympho slut.
The sheets still held a hint of his body warmth. She remembered rolling pretty much the length of their suite as they wrestled for sexual dominance and vaguely remembered strong arms lifting her when she gave into her exhaustion as she uncoupled from him the last time. So where was...
"Morning Elena" Reno's voice said from the table where he was reading a copy of Guns & Ammo, she blushed as she looked at him, he wore only a pair of lounge pants and his bedhead was more out control then usual. She blanched to see that her bra whimsically spun on the ceiling fan overhead of him.
"Reno about last night, that can't happen again" she said in a rush. Getting out of the bed and wrapping the blankets around herself'.
"Let's discuss this after coffee" he said going to order room service and she blushed heavily to see scratch marks along his back. "Perhaps you wish to use the washroom, shower and dress? It might make you feel less...naked?" He suggested, obviously feeling ill at ease himself.
She all but ran into the washroom and relieved her bladder and took a shower. Then realized she had no clothes with her and having no choice, she asked him to bring her some and he handed her a t-shirt, shorts and one of her bra and pantie sets without comment. These were black and mint green and she mentally kicked herself that he had not only had sex with her, but now knew about her weakness for pretty lingerie.
Once dressed, she rejoined him with her hair still wet but brushed. "So would you care to explain last night?" He asked her as he pushed her chair in for her at the portable table that room service had deliver. "I'm only asking because I'm confused, I didn't think you liked me that way. I mean you've treated me with indifference since you met me. I'm not judging you, goddess knows I've been no saint" he said.
"I do like you and find you attractive but you slept with my sister, you were above her in rank and took advantage of her when she was vulnerable" she explained.
"Ah so that's what your contempt for me is about. I never took advantage of her. She took advantage of me if anything. She was upset because she was the one who found the ransomed child we were trying to rescue dead; he was only three years old. She was in incredible pain and needed a release and she literally jumped me like you did last night. Sometimes when death occurs, people need to celebrate life and she chose me simply because she trusted me. How did you know about that? We never told anyone" he said with confusion in his voice.
"I read about it in her diary" Elena explained to him.
"It was only the one time and she never wanted anything further to do with me. I wasn't really her sort anyway" he said.
"What was her sort?" Elena asked him.
"Your sister was gay. If she chose me for a release that night, she wasn't into me as a potential partner, I was just a warm body in the night" he explained.
"Sometimes I feel like I never knew Emma" Elena said with confusion in her voice.
"She was a private person about her sexuality and was a tad bisexual. This job makes you keep secrets even from those you love" Reno said with a sad smile. "Now I know why you didn't much care for me. But would you care to explain last night to me?" He gently reminded her.
She lowered her eyes and realized she had misjudged Reno and felt guilty. "That man, Dan Campbell used to be my ex-boyfriend. I could have married him, that could have been me last night. But instead...fuck what is the point of any of this?" She all but snarled. "I'm married but not married, shall never have children and hadn't been laid in two years" she snapped.
"Two years?" Reno repeated in shock, "no wonder you were so pent up" he said taking her hand.
"I'm sorry if I used you last night" she said.
"Use me as much as you want. I have come to care for you" he admitted.
"I care about you too. I always wrote you off as being so goofy but you're not. You're second in command because you earned the right to be. I respect you, I'm sorry I never did before, but What happened last night...that wasn't like me and can never happen again" she said.
"Or we can be the married couple we actually are and take this time to be together" he said. "I like being with you, I enjoy our time together" he said.
"I like being with you too but I don't know" she said with reluctance in her voice but still held his hand and toyed with his wedding ring.
"But you have to stop acting like you're my nanny or something. I'm a man and I want to be with you as a man normally is with a woman" he said.
"But fraternization between two agents is forbidden" she said. "I can get pregnant, we didn't use any protection, I already could be."
"You're safe. I had a vasectomy" he assured her.
"I guess that's good news" Elena agreed.
"When we get back to headquarters, we can resume our normal lives, until then, let's just enjoy the time we have" he said and her heart leapt at this. "I won't force you to make a decision right now. Just think on it, I have to get ready to infiltrate the boats again to search for the humans that are supposedly being trafficked" he said and went and had his own shower, put on the fake tattoos on his exposed skin and put on old clothes such as a sailor would wear and tucked his hair under a baseball cap. Elena thought about what he said as she dressed as a maid to monitor the local brothels again.
She arrived back at their suite hours later with every working girl accounted for as prostitution was legal in Costa Del Sol, all employment records matched and all the girls had proper identification. In other words, everything was aboveboard even in the dens of inequity. She got out of her polyester uniform and put on comfy clothes.
"My day was a total bust" she texted to Reno.
"I searched every inch of every blasted boat on the dock and found nothing but questionable hygiene practices. I'm going drinking with a group of sailor to see if I can get any additional intel" he texted back.
"When you home?" She texted to him.
He looked at his PHS in surprise that she had referred to their hotel suite as home and that brought a small smile to his face. "A couple of hours, go ahead and eat without me" he texted her.
"I'll go pick up some subs from that sub shop down the way and have yours ready for when you get here. I don't feel like going out to eat and want something simpler then they offer on the room service menu. I'll be here when you get back. Be careful" she texted.
"I always am" he assured her and joined the other men.
Hours later he returned slightly tipsy after pretending to pound drinks back with the others and learned nothing from the boat employees. He let himself into the suite through the window and went on the defensive when someone hurled themselves at him until he realized it was just Elena and she was hugging him. "Where were you? I've been texting you for hours" she demanded.
He was surprised and realized she really did care about him "I couldn't text, I didn't mean to make you worry" he said hugging her back.
"Let's get you fed" she said taking off his hat and fussing with his hair and he almost felt like he was home. He had been in relationships before and had even had a serious girlfriend before he had become a TURK but she'd gotten tired of his long hours and lies about what he actually did for a living and had left him. Along the way he'd met other girls he wouldn't have minded being with, but they had left him too. Who could love someone if they had to lie about everything? He'd given so many fake names and details of his supposed life that he couldn't keep track with half of them. So he made himself bury his longing for being in a loving relationship and ever being married and contented himself with only relationships formed within the TURKS and drunken one night stands and allowed himself to become jaded before his time.
He ate and gave her a report.
"Let's take a bath and go to bed" she said.
"Together?" He asked her.
"I thought about what you said. We've been acting as a happily married couple, for our remaining time together, let's be that" she suggested and he agreed, their intercourse that night was gentle as it has been rough the night before and left them breathless and afterwards they snuggled up cuddling and contented in each other's arms for sleep.
Their relationship grew from not having to lie to the person in their life for once and their seemingly close relationship became a reality as they told each other secrets they had never told anyone before and although their sex live was as spectacular as it was before, it wasn't the basis of their relationship. Them being together was, they continued to search for human trafficking but would return to the other as soon as possible to share a smile, a kiss or to make love. They connected as only true lovers did and could talk for hours about everything and nothing as they fell in love.
Elena no longer bothered about Reno's appearance, he would never be a fashion plate and would probably always look like he had been dragged feet first backwards through a gopher hole. Who but who gave a fuck? Elena didn't. To her he was as sexy as hell.
As for Reno, he found himself wondering why he'd ever found her plain. She wasn't flashy but he didn't need her to be. She didn't wear high heels that forced him to take mincing steps when walking with her and he was fine with that. She was his practical little Elena who always remembered to pack sweaters for them if they were out, have sunscreen on hand and various items he never would have thought of and he thought that was great.
Their time together seemed like a dream as their relationship deepened and their need to constantly touch each other made others smile at how cute they were acting. When they had first arrived, they had seemed close enough but now their spark was so apparent it was like it was practically visible.
Elena was in bed cuddled up with Reno and ran her finger along one of the tattooed arches on his cheekbones. "You going to tell me what these represent one of these days?" She all but demanded of him.
"Gang tattoos" he said.
"What do they really represent?" She insisted rolling over and pinning down his arms. "I have ways of making you talk" she threatened.
"I was a member of the Crimson Crescents" he said and blushed.
"The what?" She asked him.
"When I was seventeen, I was in a synchronized dancing boy bands that was formed to promote intercity kids to have dreams. We had a huge following and thought we would make big. So we all got our logo tattooed on our cheeks to promote ourselves. We didn't make it big and myself and the other band members got stuck with these" he explained.
"You can't be serious" Elena said with a frown.
"I can show you" he said and got out his laptop. "Our videos can still be found on youtube" he said called one up. He looked on while Elena watched a younger him sing and dance in perfect sync with the other four members. He'd been a goth with long red hair at the time, was shorter and a lot less developed body wise. "Aren't you going to say something?" He asked Elena.
"Nice moves twinkle toes" she said bursting out laughing. "You should have told me sooner, it would have made company Christmas parties a lot less dull if we played some of these" she teased him.
"No one is supposed to know about this, so you can't tell anyone, only Rude knows, past fans of the band and four other males with these matching tattoos" he chided her.
"You look like a mop" she commented. "But a cute mop" she assured him. "I won't tell anyone...for a price" she threatened.
"What do you want?" He asked.
She whispered it into his ear and he looked intrigued by her request. "But first I want to see more videos" she added.
"Your word it my command Mrs. Sinclair" he said and that made her smile.
On their final night there, there were fireworks and a festival to celebrate the rebirth of a local Goddess and they walked on the beach with his arm around her. They joined some groups of people they had met but would soon drift off to be by themselves until they found themselves alone in some kind of flowering tree grove.
She turned to face him and she looked beautiful in the moonlight. He reached up and plucked a blossom and from a branch and tucked it behind her ear and stole a kiss from her. She returned it and soon...
Elena gripped the tree in front of her in her bent over position, her face flushed from fear of discovery as well as the stimuli. Her dress was rucked up and one of her breasts had been released to dangle unfettered when the spaghetti strap had slipped free during their bodily commotions.
Reno's one hand gripped her naked hip while his other pinched the free hanging nipple almost to the point of pain, spiking Elena's arousal.
He pounded himself inside her and she rocked greedily back on his length as his member kept on striking all the right spots in her. He panted into her ear, his cheek almost level her own as they fucked with abandonment, way past the point of all reason.
Reno's body was driven only by the need to hammer himself into the divine tightness of the small body before him, almost swooning at how tight she was while Elena eagerly took every inch of him. They both heaved together, there was no tenderness in their act as there had been before, Elena knew she was being fucked like a whore and reveled in it.
Their primitive rhythm struck something inside her over and over again and she arched her back while she shattered into a million pieces and it was only his arms coming around her that seemed to hold her together as his own heavy flow burst hotly inside her in response to her own orgasm as they came in perfect unison. He buried his face into her neck while he recovered from his own orgasm and wondered why he felt the need to take this one woman over and over again when most women didn't hold his interest for longer than the span of a weekend. Yes they were breaking every fraternization rule that existed in TURKS but it was the same office that bound them in martial bondage as tightly as any rope or chain that existed and somehow it felt so right.
Elena's wide unfocused eyes stared straight ahead and wondered how they has come to this. She wanted to stay in their tropical paradise forever and be with Reno but knew they were leaving in the morning, their marriage would be dissolved and it would be like they had never been. To date another member of the TURKS was against the rules and both would suffer dire consequences if caught and to marry meant you had to leave the organization.
They were silent as they sat on the plane to return to their regular lives.
Elena was dropped at her place first and with a brief peck on the cheek, Reno was driven into the night towards his place by limo.