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Some Kinda Innocent- Part 5- She Doesn't Remember

Title: Some Kinda Innocent- Part 5- She Doesn't Remember
Canon: Advent Children
Theme + Number: 5) Hot, 15) Fire, 82) Shiver, 84) Red and 98) Twice Over
Claim: Tseng/Elena
Characters/Pairings included: Tseng, Elena (mention of Reno, Rufus and Rude)
Rating: M
Warnings: Another slight mention of slash.
Summary: What she thought would never happen does and she will never be the same.
Spoilers: Nope.

Elena wasn’t a fan of drinking. It was more of a personal choice. The idea of being fall down drunk wasn’t an appealing one to her. She never begrudged anyone who liked to drink, it just wasn’t for her. She seemed to always be out drinking though with her co-workers, especially when Reno was around. If there was one thing Reno couldn’t pass up- besides an easy lay- it was a chance to get so drunk he would fall flat on his face. Pity, really, because that always ruined the night for Rude. Poor guy. He didn’t deserve to be stuck with the job of being Reno’s babysitter, but alas, he was stuck with said job.
She also didn’t like it because her face would turn a brilliant shade of red every time she drank too much.
So when Tseng had decided they should go out drinking, needless to say she wasn’t too happy. “Don’t you want to celebrate my living?”
Of course she had been happy that he was alive, but to go out and get drunk to celebrate that? It seemed…foolish. There was no other way to put it. Not, at least, if she was trying to be honest. Still, she found she couldn’t just tell Tseng ‘no’ and be done with it. He was, after all, her boss, and she was, in fact, happy that he was alive and well. Besides, she did like him, and getting the chance to spend time with him outside of work? A wonderful idea.

Well, it had been a good idea, until she was drunk. Well, maybe drunk was a bad word for it, at least in her mind. She was aware of her surroundings, so maybe tipsy was a better term. Yes, tipsy was a better term, but still, her face was a brilliant shade of red and she couldn’t seem to stop herself from looking at him, no matter how hard she tried. Nope, her attention was locked on him. Not that he seemed to notice, and if he did, he didn’t seem to mind. In fact he was smiling. “I’ve never seen your face this red before.”

She shrugged looking down at her drink. “Its hot in here.”

“Not really.”

“Oh, well, to me it is.” Lame excuse, Elena. Lame excuse.

“You feeling alright?”


He smiled at her, leaning close to whisper in her ear. “Are you feeling alright?”

She felt herself shiver. His breath was warm against the shell of her ear. It shouldn’t have been erotic, it really shouldn’t have, and in a different situation, with a different person it wouldn’t have been. Hell, Reno had whispered in her ear before and she felt nothing! Okay, maybe annoyance because he seemed to love to do it all the time, but it certainly wasn’t erotic. She hoped and prayed he hadn’t noticed her shiver, but, of course, he had.

He turned his face to look at her, his hair brushing her cheek. “I thought you said it was hot in here.”

She nodded, sipped her drink casually. “I did.”

“Then why are you shivering?”

She shrugged. “I got a chill, I suppose, sir.”

He frowned, pointed a finger at her. “I told you to call me by my name, Elena. Didn’t I?”


“Then please do so. We aren’t on duty.”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Alright.”

The edge of his mouth curled. Damn him and his semi-smile! “You are so reluctant to use my name.”

“I don’t think its appropriate.”

“We are off duty, Elena. Trust me, its alright.”

She shrugged, not daring to meet his eyes. Truthfully she wanted to be able to call him by his first name at will, but she couldn’t get her brain, or her tongue, to cooperate. They seemed determined not to let her do so. They were working against her, she was sure, making her seem like a fool in front of him so he would speak to her like she was a child.

By the time she looked up she nearly jumped out of his seat at the closeness. His face was much closer to hers than it had been before. He was watching her, intently, his eyes jumping around her face. “You seemed to be thinking rather hard,” he told her quietly. “What about?”

She shook her head. Damn his eyes! She couldn’t seem to look away. “Nothing important.”

“Then why think so hard?”

“I get lost in thought sometimes.”

“I’ve noticed, but it must have been important for you to think about it.”

“No, not really.” Was it her imagination or did his face seem closer to hers than before?

“Tell me?”

“Nothing to tell.”

A small laugh. “Liar.”

“No, I’m not lying.”

“Maybe you’ll tell me later then.”

She wanted to answer him. She really, really did. And she even had a good answer to that! But her brain had shut down entirely when she felt his lips, warm and firm, pressed against hers. Her brain wouldn’t register it. She knew, in the back of her mind, that Tseng, her boss, the one she had been crushing on forever, was kissing her. Tseng was kissing her! It wasn’t her imagination. His lips were a firm pressure against her skin that proved he really was kissing her, warm, open, inviting.

His lips left hers but she still couldn’t move. His eyes still held her captive. Damn him and his beauty! The edge of his mouth was twitching again. “I’m going to do that again, Elena, and if you want me to keep doing it, respond this time.”

Right, easier said than done. This is Elena’s brain talking and you kinda shut me down before. Thanks for that by the way!

His lips pressed against hers again, and then, almost against her own will, she was kissing him back. She didn’t even remember doing it. It just happened. First she was sitting there with him kissing her and then a second later she was kissing him back. But no, the kiss wasn’t that cute, sweet, innocent kiss it had started out with, because Tseng’s hand had snaked behind her head, pressed her lips closer to his, her hands had, somehow on their own, tangled in his hair. She could feel his tongue in her mouth, but she, for the life of her, couldn’t remember it going there!

Later on she would realize she really had drank too much because she didn’t even remember going back to the hotel. She knew, logically, she had to have gotten back there somehow, but honestly, she couldn’t remember them leaving the bar, or the travel back to the hotel. One second she was kissing Tseng at the bar, the next she was beneath him on his bed in the hotel, his lips warm against her neck, her body arching towards him, clawing at his back. She didn’t even remember either of them undressing. All she knew was she could feel the warmth of his flesh pressed against hers, his hair tickling her shoulders, his lips- his warm, firm lips- pressing against her neck.

His mouth traveled down and her breath hitched. His breath, his tongue, was a warm wetness on the sensitive skin of her chest. She closed her eyes. No, this wasn’t happening, it just wasn’t. Not that she didn’t want it to happen, it just wasn’t. this was Tseng, her boss, Rufus’s lover- or she assumed he was his lover, unless it was just that one time thing. He wasn’t kissing her, he wasn’t touching her, sucking her nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it in a way that made her breath hitch. It just wasn’t happening. It didn’t, it wouldn’t, it couldn’t.

She didn’t remember a lot of that night. She remembered Tseng’s tongue on her skin, inside of her, her body arching towards his sinful kiss. She remembered him, moving inside of her, sweat glistening their skin, both panting slightly, her nails digging into his shoulders, his hair curtaining his face, her eyes, half closed, watching him, marveling at his pure beauty. She remembered the fire in her body, the aching warmth that hurt and felt so good at the same time, the burst of release, his name a whisper on her tongue.

She remembers the twice over he gave her, the groan he let out as he fell down on the bed next to her, the incredible empty feeling she felt with him gone. She remembered thinking that in the morning he wouldn’t be there, he would be waiting for her to continue their journey

And in the morning she was right.
Tags: elena, elena/tseng, mako_reactor, some kinda innocent, tseng, tseng/elena
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