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Tseng/Elena- Official Affair

Title: Official Affair
Canon: AC
Theme + Number: 46) Magical, 65) Help, 75) Party, 90) After & 95) Escape
Claim: Tseng/Elena
Characters/Pairings included: Tseng, Elena and mentions of Reno, Rude, Tifa and Rufus
Rating: T
Warnings: Not really.
Summary: Tseng was always put in charge of organizing...
Spoilers: If you haven't finished the original game or seen AC, then yes.








Tseng was always put in charge of organizing the official ShinRa parties after it had been rebuilt. Maybe it was because he had been working there the longest, or maybe it was because Rufus trusted him above all others. Truthfully, they didn’t know.

When they were having a big party- marking the first year anniversary of ShinRa’s successful reform- Tseng had come to Elena and asked for her help. She wondered at first why he wanted her of all people to help him- she figured it was probably because she was a girl and in theory girls are better at those types of things than men. Shiva knew that Reno wouldn’t have been any help, and while Rude may have been able to handle it, odds are that he wouldn’t have spoken up loudly enough to give an actual opinion on anything, mostly just nodding whenever Tseng suggested something.

During the party Elena wanted to escape. She hated to dress up- and Rufus wouldn’t have it any other way. He had even chosen a dress for her- a midnight blue dress that clung to her tightly, reaching just below her knees, and the neckline plunging dangerously low. She couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with the top of her breasts peeking out from the dress like little visitors. Reno had been looking at them on and off all night. It he wasn’t drunk she would have beaten him into unconsciousness for it, but as he was rather impaired she could forgive him- as long as he didn’t try to touch them.

During Rufus’ big speech Elena had quietly excused herself, making her way out onto the balcony. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Rude speaking quietly to Tifa, the young female fighter blushing slightly, lowering her eyes as she smiled, shaking her head slightly. A part of her wondered if Rude was flirting, but she figured that wasn’t his style. She did, however, hope that something would start between them. He had liked her for a while and Rude was a good guy- he deserved happiness.

She leaned over the railing of the balcony, gazing out at the town below them, listening to the music in the background.

“Bored, Elena?”

She didn’t have to turn around to know who was talking to her, but she did anyhow. She wanted to see his face.

He looked even more handsome than she had thought he did in a long time. He had his dark hair pulled back tightly from his face, his exotic features partly shadowed in the moonlight, his dark suit a perfect fit for his skin, his features.

She shook her head slightly. “No, sir.”

The edge of his mouth twitched. “Are you lying?”

She blushed slightly, her gaze dropping to her awkward black heels. “Maybe a little, sir.”

“It is perfectly alright, Elena. These functions are rarely interesting.”

She nodded slightly, looking up at him. “I will take your word on that one, sir.”

He reached out, pushed her hair behind her ear. Her face erupted in a violent red. “You look lovely tonight, Elena. That dress suits you.”

“The president picked it out, sir.”

“Well, I do believe it suits you.”

“Apparently Reno agrees with you, sir.”

“Ah, yes. I saw him examining that neckline rather closely. I will have to speak to him about that.”

“It’s really alright, sir. He is rather drunk and can’t control where his eyes wander as such. And he hasn’t tried anything, so I do not see a problem.”

“I rather dislike it.”

She looked up t him, tilting her head to one side. “Sir?”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips softly, chastely, against hers. “He should have more respect for a lady.”

She stood there, dumbfounded for a moment, watching as his face closed in on hers again and his lips met hers once more, firmer. She hesitated a moment, then kissed him back, gasping softly when she felt his tongue trace along her bottom lip.

They were out there for what seemed like forever, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, his lips warm and firm against hers, his hand tangled in the gold of her hair, light to the darkness of him.

She remembered hearing that when you kiss someone you really care for the feeling is magical. If so, maybe that’s why her whole body was tingling.
Tags: elena, elena/tseng, mako_reactor, tseng, tseng/elena
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