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Tseng/Elena- The Things Unsaid- Chapter 5: Hopelessly Devoted

Title: The Things Unsaid- Chapter 5: Hopelessly Devoted
Rating: T (PG-13)
Fandom: FFVI
Claim: Tseng/Elena
Characters: Elena, Tseng, mentions of Rufus
Prompt: 18) Comfort (40_loves)
Word Count: 1481
Author's Notes: This story will get darker as it goes on.
Warnings: Mentions of violence and sexual tension (mostly one-sided)
Summary:Since being attacked by the remnants of Sephiroth both Tseng and Elena have changed, for the better and the worse. They are about to be forced to face what they are and who they have become, and face what they feel for each other, or else the very things they care about may be destroyed.





Chapter Index













January 29

This place is a prison. It’s a cage of concrete and steel. I find myself missing the jumble that is ShinRa HQ. At least there it is easier to know what to expect. It is a small comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

Tseng and I do not sleep in the same room. We only have to appear to be a happy married couple to the outside world. Here we can be us. He insisted I take the bedroom, and after arguing with him for over an hour about it I relented.

He sleeps in the living room. I imagine that it’s sorely uncomfortable. Oh well. It was his choice after all. If he is having problems with it, let him come out and say it. I certainly don’t plan on going to go asking. He wants to be stubborn, then I will let him.

I have gotten a job in a local dinner. Lovely, being a waitress. Fun, fun, fun. Okay, so it isn’t really all that bad. It isn’t great, it isn’t even good, but it wasn’t bad. The people I work with are pretty cool, and the people there aren’t too bad, but still, I’m a Turk and I was not made to be a waitress. I didn’t have that much patience with people.

The worst part has to be the uniform. Pale pink was not my color, and the top showed off a little more of my breasts than I am comfortable with showing. Yep, I put the plates down on the table and the people get a very nice cleavage show. Not that the guys really seem to mind. As a matter-of-fact, they are all too obvious when it comes to trying to get a closer look. If I wasn’t trying to keep my cover, there would be many broken noses in this neighborhood.

The skirt isn’t too much better. Oh, no, it isn’t short or anything, but it’s tight enough that if I bend out, guess what? Elena’s ass gets showed pretty damn well. Again, fun, fun, fun. And of course, the people who frequent the place know this, so they purposely drop things, and of course, since I work here, I have no choice but to but to pick it up.

Tseng got a job at a local business keeping the books. Childs play for him, I must say, but he gets to come in to check up on me a lot since he works in the neighborhood.

Yesterday he came in just in time to see one of the guys slap me right on the ass. My palm itched to make contact with his face, but covers need to be kept, so I ignored it, going over to him and playing the dutiful wife. I was fully intent on kissing him on the cheek, but he decided to play up the part a little more, pressing his lips firmly against mine, tangling his long fingers in my hair. Damn, that man could kiss, and sure, it helped with out covers, but didn’t he get what that did to me?

Apparently not.

Hard to believe that someone in this area is trying to start an uprising against ShinRa, but intelligence says people are and we have to stay until we prove or disprove that.

This is going to be a really long mission.

I can feel it in my bones.





Elena sat calmly on their crappy couch sipping her coffee, watching Tseng read the local newspaper. He didn’t seem at all bothered by them having to share an apartment. If only she could feel as calm about it as he did she would be fine, but she was uncomfortable.

Earlier that day she had the misfortune of running into him, practically naked. Okay, in all fairness, he was coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, but she had almost walked smack into his naked chest. And she had to admit, it was a nice chest. Yep, her hormones were going to take a beating during this mission.

She couldn’t help but imagine herself writhing beneath him, moaning out his name as he thrust inside of her.

She choked on her coffee, placing the mug down on the coffee table.

Tseng looked up at her from over his paper. Damn he was beautiful. “Everything alright, Elena?”

She nodded slightly, placing her hand flat on her chest as she started to breathe properly again. “Yeah. Just went down the wrong pipe.”

“Be more careful. I do not wish to explain to the president that one of his Turks choked to death on their coffee.”

“Your concern is astounding.” Yep, the sarcasm was strong within this one. “And I suppose you would just sit there and watch me die?”

“What would I be able to do?”

Fair point. “Forget I said anything.”

“Very well.”

She growled softly. “I’m going to bed.”

“It’s only eight.”

“Gee, well, all the groping at work just makes me tired I guess.”

Something dark flashed in his eyes, but was gone before she could determine what it was.

She sighed, climbing off of the couch and placing her mug in the sink before heading towards the bedroom. He could make her want to jump him while at the same time make her want to bash his teeth in. No small task.

She stripped out of her clothes quickly, grabbing one of her dress shirts. Well, at least they made good pajamas if she couldn’t wear them on a regular basis.

“I could speak to the customers if their advances bother you.”

“Tseng!” She closed the front of her shirt quickly, holding the white fabric tightly around her otherwise naked chest. “I’m changing!”

“It isn’t as though I have never seen a woman’s naked back before, Elena.”

“That isn’t the point.”

“Then what is your point?”

“Forget it.” Her fingers worked to button her shirt quickly. “Don’t get involved with my work. I have to deal with it if I am to maintain my cover.”

“Perhaps, but that does not give them liberty to touch you.”

She gave him a scathing look. “You talk as though I am some ten year old little innocent virgin.”

Once again that look flashed quickly across his eyes. “I am aware you are not a child, Elena.”

Funny, she thought bitterly. And here I thought you were under the delusion I was a young boy and that was why you never so much as look at me remotely sexually.

“Then do not treat me like one.”

He walked towards her slowly. “I have never treated you like a child, Elena.”

“Could have fooled me.”

The edge of his mouth twitched. “I remember a time when you were afraid to speak your mind to me. Afraid to insult me.”

“People change.”

“I am aware.”

“I’ve changed.”

“So I see.”

“And so have you.”

He paused, then shrugged gracefully. “Yes, perhaps I have changed as well.”

“You have. You never used to treat me like a child.”

“I don’t treat you like a child, Elena.”

“Yes, you do.”

He watched her for a moment, almost forever, his face as close to hers as it had been outside of HQ nearly a month before. His breath was warm on her skin, too warm, warm enough to make her pulse race. Damn his effect on her. It made her weak in the knees and she hated it. She stood there waiting for him to move away, but he didn’t.

His lips slanted down over hers firmly, hands gripping her upper arms and tugging her against him before planting themselves in her hair. She stood there rigidly for a while, but his kiss was insistent, his tongue running softly across her bottom lip and she found herself helpless against her own reactions.

A soft moan crawled up her throat as she opened her mouth to him, letting him deepen the kiss, kissing him back as his tongue slid over to make contact with hers. She felt her hands tangling in his hair, felt the deep rumble of a growl deep in his chest.

His hands left her hair, traveling down her back and rubbing her backside, pulling her closer to him. She whimpered into his desperate kiss, her breasts crushed against the firmness of his chest, then as quickly as his lips were on hers, they were gone and he was backing away.

“I do not see you as a child, Elena,” he told her, so much quieter then he normally was, as he backed out of the room.

She closed the door behind him, trying not to cry.

Why couldn’t he ever mean his actions?

Couldn’t he see how much she cared about him? How devoted she was to him?

How every time he did things like that he killed her a little inside?
Tags: 40_loves, elena, elena/tseng, the things unsaid, tseng, tseng/elena
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