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Subtlety	By : RandiLynne Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Subtlety
- 1
Subtlety. That was
never his strong suit. Perhaps that explains the reason why he’d
burst through the doors of the crowded bar with a loud howl and
something resembling an electrically charged stick resting over his
shoulder. The gait he took on his way to the bar simply screamed
arrogance, and that sickening smirk playing on his thin lips caused
several women throughout the bar to bat their eyelashes and clamor
for him. Behind his wake of ignorance and flirtation came a tall,
bald man wearing sunglasses in the midst of the night. A pair of men
that struck either fear, or desire into the hearts of each woman
within the establishment. Turks.

Crimson tousled
around a boyish physique, terminating in a long pony tail that
swished lazily around his back with each step. Surreal irises tainted
the colour of turquoise scanned the bar as he finally came upon the
counter. A white shirt haphazardly avoided being tucked in by lying
messily around his hips, the top button making no effort to hide his
chest. Black, the colour of his slacks and blazer, a colour not to be
taken lightly since being decided upon as the new uniform suit of the
Administrative Research branch of a defunct company. The tip of this
electromagnetic rod came crashing against the tiled counter,
reverberating an ear shattering sound that earned a startled look
from the barmaid who’d just jumped out of her skin. She fumbled
for a glass she dropped when he’d surprised her, her
indiscretion causing a devilish chuckle from the red haired man.

“Ca…can
I get you so-something?” The young blonde stammered, the words
seemed to frighten her as they fled her lips. The glass was safe
within her sweating palms, for now.

“Of course,
you can. How about a tall glass of Vodka? Straight up, babe.”
Oh the effrontery of each syllable. “Make it two.” He
grinned back at his bald partner, who merely nodded thanks.

“Su-sure.
Coming right up.” She hurriedly made her escape, likely
retrieving their drinks so that she could simply disappear into the
back room, beyond his burning gaze.

The rowdy crowd had
paused with the momentary noise that came when the red head found the
bar, but they slipped back into loud chatter and laughter as if
nothing happened. The drinks landed safely on the counter, and the
blonde barmaid made a break for the back room, as predicted. Slender
fingers encircled the base of the glass as he lifted it from the
counter, handing the full cylinder to the man who shadowed him. The
second glass found itself within his grasp, the rim pointed toward
his awaiting lips. A tip of the glass sent the searing liquid down
his throat, but he welcomed the heated taste as it found its way down
his esophagus. The sound of refreshment slipped from his parted lips
when the glass finally lowered, a wink displayed toward anyone who
happened to be watching him.

“Rude…
I think I need to have a little fun tonight, don’t you?”
His voice was far louder than the necessary volume, intentionally.

“Yeah, sure.”
Few words ever left the larynx of the tall Turk, but he knew better
than to get in Reno’s way on a night such as this gloomy
September twilight.

The definition of
fun usually required the boyish charm for which he was so infamous.
Rude was no fool, he knew of the womanizing ways his partner put to
practice. Far be it from him to interrupt such games, he really
hadn’t any interest in anything other than the glass of Vodka
in his hand. The thought reminded him to take a healthy swig.

“Tonight…
you pick.” Reno grinned furiously. Rude simply rolled his dark
brown eyes, scanning the bar for a target. Every so often, Reno would
tell him to choose the woman he’d take home that night. Rude
usually stuck him with the first girl who came into view, but he was
a good friend and never chose someone below Reno’s standards.

A memory flooded
Rude’s mind. The day his partner had decided to turn his
practical jokes on him. Why hadn’t he thought of this before? A
perfect opportunity presented itself, and he was going to take full
advantage of it. A wicked smirk nearly claimed his lips, but he kept
it hidden away. He began to observe each and every woman in the
joint, sizing her up to find the worst possible challenge. There were
several girls who Reno would consider repulsive, but that would be
just plain fucked up. The rule, after all, was that Reno had to bed
the girl of Rude’s choosing. Setting him up with someone he
himself would never come within a mile of, was heartless. What he
wanted was rejection, the victim being the senseless red head.

In the shadows of a
corner booth, he noticed a head of wavy chestnut hair. Beneath the
fringe of chin length bangs, a porcelain face fell illuminated by
neon lights. The brunette wore a pointed nose, with soft lips and
plain features. The only memorable trait she owned came as proverbial
windows to her soul, in a shade of espresso that seemed deep enough
to swallow him whole. Her bare lips were curved down in an angry
frown, and she seemed to be sulking. Mousy, reserved and angry, a
combination sure to lead to the rejection of the over zealous boy
beside him.

“That one.”
Rude kept an even tone, gesturing his head toward the corner booth.
Reno’s eyes followed the invisible path, landing upon the
brunette that claimed the bench.

“Your tastes
are improving, my man.” Reno congratulated. Rude wanted to rub
his hands together in glee when his partner took the bait with such
easy acceptance, but alas he remained as expressionless as ever.

With a pat on the
shoulder, Reno slipped around Rude and headed for the corner with a
suave saunter that sizzled the floor beneath his feet. Or so he’d
like to believe. Just feet from his destination, the brunette’s
chin rose and she locked eyes with him. Immediately, her eyes
withdrew, averted to the glass of wine that sat on the table. -The
shy ones are always kinky- Oh how that delighted him. His hand
landed on the table as he arrived, his body leaned against the wood
lazily while he eyed her shamelessly. Another drink of Vodka and he
was set.

“If I flip a
coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head?” He
recited, without missing a beat. The signature smirk spread wide on
his lips as she gave him quite the incredulous look.

“Slim to
none.” She all but hissed.

“Such
animosity.” He drawled out the two words as he seated himself
across from her. Her dark eyes were upon him, glaring mercilessly.

“Do you need
something? Or are you just lost?” She pounded the remainder of
the burgundy liquid. Not the way usual way to drink wine, but he sat
unmoved. She produced a few gil and set the currency beside the flute
of the glass.

“I don’t
need anything, but I want you.” His voice taunted her, rumbling
through her like thunder. Still, she glared.

“I don’t
fuck random strangers.” She stood from the bench of the booth,
pulling a black leather jacket around her slender upper body. The
white tank proved stark against the opposite colour.

“I’ll
tell you my life story in the morning, babe.” Cue the gorgeous
grin.

Her eyes rolled
heavenward, unaffected by his insatiable grin. “Fuck off.”
And she was walking toward the door with determination.

Rude watched with
pleasure as she stormed toward the glass paned doors. Reno was still
seated, downing half a glass of Vodka with a snarl. Rude had
forgotten how his partner got under the influence of rejection. It
happened so little, perhaps only once before. The outcome was less
than attractive, and Rude started for the booth.

“Bitch.”
Reno muttered bitterly. However, challenges were the driving force of
his life, and she was no exception. He would never admit failure, and
with her departure, she unknowingly set off a game that usually ended
his way. Before Rude could reach the booth, a flash of red flew
across the room and out the door.

“Shit…”
Rude grumbled. It was going to be a long evening. He wasn’t
going to stick around for it, either. Reno could take care of
himself, he always did. He would somehow end up back in their
apartment with a grin on his face as he lay passed out on the living
room couch.

Beyond the doors of
the bar, Reno caught sight of the brunette. He couldn’t shout
at her, he hadn’t gotten her name. Babe didn’t seem to
please her, either. A brisk gait brought him down the cement
sidewalk, and he was gaining on her when she ducked into a dark
alley. Perhaps she thought him a fool? He could see quite well in the
dim light, a side of his inhuman capabilities he had gained from
treatments and experiments during Hojo’s reign.

Fool enough, he was,
for he did not notice her attack until it came upon him in full
force. She had straightened against the wall, flush with the bricks
as he rounded the corner. An arm came fast against him, nearly
bringing her fist in contact with his cheek bone. However, feline
reflexes kicked, allowing his fingers to tangle her wrist and bring
her attack to a grinding halt. She might have been tough, for a girl,
but she was no match for him. He maneuvered her arm, pushing against
her lithe frame until her back thudded against the wall she’d
used to camouflage her attack. Strong arms pinned her down, but her
resolve stood still, her eyes unwavering as she glared at him.

“Feisty, are
we?” His voice sent chills crawling down her spine as his
breath tickled her moist lips.

“Being stalked
will do that to a girl.” She replied, biting disdain evident
within her words.

“I would hate
for you to miss out on a night you’ll never forget.” He
nearly chuckled.

“Oh! Holy…
what could I have be—” The sarcastic reply never found
closure as his lips crashed forcefully against hers, grinding her
scalp into the brick wall behind her. The pain of the contact her
head made with the wall was bittersweet, she whimpered into his
mouth. With his tongue pleading against her lips, leaving the faint
taste of hard liquor in its wake, she found herself sinking into an
abyss of desire.

He was testing her,
and she was failing quickly. The way her stiff posture fell into his
affections spoke volumes, her weakness to his carnal kiss showed that
he could easily seduce her. Whatever act she’d put on in the
bar had faded out, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she seemed to be
groping wildly at the back of his head.

Definitely mistaken.
She pulled taught on his pony tail, yanking his head back away from
her, perhaps her last standing barrier. He knew this game too well,
the game of the tough girl who thinks she’s too good for a man
like him. Always resisting playful signals, but under the correct
pressure, turning anger to lust in lightning speed. Proceed with
caution; add a little chivalry, and bingo.

Reno focused his
attention to the strands of crimped hair, noting how they seemed to
have been tousled by the salty ocean. Adept fingers stroked through
the silken spirals, somewhat surprised by the ease with which his
fingers slipped through the cool locks. He’d never really
touched unkempt waves, and he’d assumed that such hair would be
tangled and rough. She writhed beneath his grasp, stifling a purr as
his hands worked her scalp. She was weakening by the second.

“Tell me your
name…” She whispered, breathlessly. He was taken aback
by her sudden inquiry, but she was beginning to break.

“Reno.”
He answered simply.

“I’ve
heard of you.” His reputation preceded him.

“That so?”
He laughed, startling her beneath his grasp. The opportunity, the
point where this little game turned in his favor. He loosened his
arms until the embrace he held her in became that which couples
shared in romance. She could easily slip away if she so desired.

Taking note of his
actions, she spoke softly. “Does this mean I can go?” -So
she wanted to be difficult.-

He played right
along. “If you want, but I wish you’d stay… babe.”
Purposeful words to extract the desired information.

“Laila.”
She corrected him, as he knew she would.

“Laila.”
Her name rolled off his tongue in a way that set her flesh aflame
with desire. Ten minutes ago, she wanted to punch him. Now, here she
was practically fighting the urge to kiss him again. It was true, the
rumor was utterly true. One kiss and she was putty in his hands. The
weakness that overcame her mind disgusted her, but she hadn’t
the time to consider this. His lips brushed hers softly, the feather
light touch bringing a warmth to her cheeks.

“Reno…
I can’t do this.” She spoke like she’d known him
for some time, the soft plea perhaps the last of her resolve.

The barrier did
nothing to set him back, and he brought a full kiss upon her. His
right hand slid heavily down her side, over her curved hip and around
beneath the pertness of her derrière where he nearly lifted
her from the ground. Her soft cry heightened his passion while his
tongue explored her thoroughly. Laila was sinking fast into lust; he
could feel it in her body. With calculated motion, he ground his hips
against her in just the precise way that elicited a throaty moan. He
was within inches of claiming what he wanted, but the alley didn’t
quite satisfy him. Just when he was nearing the idea of settling for
the cold, cement ground, the sky opened up and poured cool rain in
spurts.

The droplets of
moisture caused the parting of lips, leaving him to gaze upon her.
Much to his amazement, she seemed to have lost all thoughts of
running off.

“It’s
really coming down…” She said, as the rain pelted her
hair against her cheeks.

“Fuck, I guess
it is.” His fiery hair met the same demise, falling from its
disarray to sleek against his face. She lived just up the fire escape
of this alley way, and she was aching to get inside. She eyed him for
a moment, realizing she couldn’t simply leave him to walk in
the heavy downpour.

“I live right
here, why don’t you come inside?” She began toward the
fire escape, not waiting for a response, though she would get one
anyhow.

“I thought
you’d never ask.” He gloated, following her as she wound
up the short flight of steps.

Laila produced a
small key, inserting it into a heavy door. The door spilled into a
long hall, lit by several sconces against the dingy white walls. She
pushed the door away and continued through the halls. The silence was
deafening within the building, but he swallowed his discomfort as
they came upon her apartment. If the night went according to plan,
he’d shatter the silence with screams of pleasure.

A second key, a
second door. He found himself within a medium sized apartment. The
living room was neat and tidy, and nothing like the outside halls. He
had judged the place far too soon, since he actually found her
apartment quite nice. He watched as she discarded her jacket, laying
it over the top of a chair as she crossed the slate floor toward the
bathroom. She returned with two towels, handing one of the plush
terry cloths to him while drying her hair with the other. The white
tank had sucked down against her curves, and a lace bra peeked from
behind the sheer fabric. He hungrily ate up the display, tossing the
towel aside as he preyed upon her again.

Reno’s
approach reminded her of the way a wolf might stalk a lamb. For
whatever reason, this suddenly had her feeling weak as her stomach
wound tight. The third kiss proved to melt her to the core. Laila
returned his affections with equal passion, allowing her cold hand to
slip down his chest beneath the black blazer. Her fingernails trailed
down his stomach, bringing a heated sigh as the path continued.
Without hesitation, her hand slipped beneath the barrier of his white
shirt, plucking his button loose with diligence. The action served to
loosen the waist of his slacks, providing her hand entry as it
slipped beneath two layers of fabric. Her skin slid against his,
sending a flurry through him. Her fingers came around the ready shaft
of his penis with the perfect grip, bringing a growl that suffocated
between their lips.

Feverish strokes
sent him soaring, he found her quite skilled with just her palm and
fingers. However, the real test would come momentarily. With the kiss
broken, he guided her hand away to allow the removal of the white
tank, flinging the cotton into the kitchen with the cool flick of his
wrist. Turquoise eyes wandered from her small navel, up over the
beautiful connection of ribs and settled upon the white lace that
encased her modest chest. She breathed hard, shallow breaths as she
fingered the lapels of his blazer, throwing the fabric down his arms
to pool on the floor. Reno was making perfect progress. He did not
allow her the pleasure of unbuttoning his shirt, instead opting to
complete the process himself. Each button was slipped through the
corresponding hole at painstakingly slow pace. The impatience that
settled over her flowed from her pores as he finally removed the
white tailored shirt.

Laila did not expect
to see such chiseled muscle on such a lanky character. A pleasant
surprise which caused her a heartbreaking smirk. –So this
must have been a game. Who’s playing who, Laila?- No
matter, his hands slipped beneath the curve against the denim that
hid the connection of thigh and bottom, hoisting her easily off her
feet. Slender legs wrapped his torso as her lips went to work against
the sensitive skin of his neck. He carried her toward the suede
couch, cautious not to trip over anything, though distracted by her
nipping and sucking. She found herself being pushed down onto the
couch, her legs spilling over the cushion as he stood over her with a
crippled posture, in order find contact with her lips once again as
he worked the zipper down on his pants. She eagerly helped, returning
the brief kiss while his pants fled his legs. Shoes became the
current obstacle, but rather than bothering with such, she simply
pulled away the silky fabric that stood last on his frame.

Dark eyes simply
devoured the sight before her, and a devious plan came into action.
Palms pressed against the backs of his thighs, bringing him forward
as her lips parted, hungrily inviting his rigid flesh into her mouth.
It was really too bad he hadn’t remembered to mention that she
was wrong about the prediction made toward his pick up line. If not
so drunk with the blissful act she lavished upon him, he might have
distinctly recalled her mentioning his chances of getting head were
slim to none. Her lips hardened as she brought them upward from
bottom to tip, swirling her tongue delicately around the sensitive,
rounded head. He growled as his hands tangled with strands of
chestnut, his knees feeling as though they might buckle at any
moment. Standing while receiving such pleasure was not in his usual
repertoire, they usually wanted him laying down for this. Perhaps
they were afraid of what might happen? He dared to test the waters,
slowly thrusting his hips to increase the rate at which she could
perform. The idea he expected might scare her off, only earned him a
sensation that burned through his core. Slender fingers applied a
light pressure to his sack as she continued to drown his thoughts in
a sea of pleasure. The small, simple act sent him sprinting for the
proverbial cliff. His abs tensed, and he quickly grabbed for her
shoulders, relinquishing the last of the contact her lips made with
his head.

“Something
wrong?” She eyed him, her voice low and husky.

He didn’t
speak, he couldn’t. There were other things in mind for the way
he’d spend his orgasm. Actions would be her only hint, and he
carefully bent down to remove his shoes. His feet slipped from the
pile of clothing around his ankles, but now the score needed to be
evened. He swept her off the couch, bringing her to her feet while
fumbling with the button on her jeans. A desperation lie within his
kiss as his lips teased hers. The button gave, and the zipper
followed, sending the denim down to her ankles where she stepped from
heeled shoes and onto bare feet. The sight of the racy little lace
panties simply caused him to lift her from the carpet again, bare
legs wrapping his torso for a second time. The touch involved with
this trip, however, was much more. The thin lace did nothing to stop
the friction of his hardened cock as he stepped forward. A glance to
the right, and once to the left, selecting a door just down a
miniscule hall. Each step brought friction that sent her reeling, her
husky cries proof enough that he had her right where he wanted her.

Beyond the threshold
of the room, he noticed he’d chosen correctly. A dark room
painted a deep colour similar to Chianti, a plush bed centered
beneath a small window. The rain danced softly against the window,
and the booming thunder rumbled the walls as he crashed atop her on
the bed. The lace that concealed her breasts met a fast death,
removed with cunning skills and tossed to the floor. He looked upon
her small chest, before dipping to place a feather light kiss against
her peach tinged nipple. A soft moan fled parted lips, and she pushed
her hips against him. The exact moment he’d been planning since
approaching her table at the bar. His right hand groped a path down
her center, teasing her through the fabric of her panties, before
quite literally ripping the thin garment down her legs. His hand
trailed back up her thigh, until his thumb dipped against her moist
lips. A woman who had claimed not to fuck strangers was lying beneath
him, naked and yearning, proven by the mess of feminine liquid
between her legs.

The read headed Turk
rose with perfect aim, delving the head of his cock against what he
supposed was the doorway to heaven. Warm liquid coated his tip as he
teased her. Laila trembled beneath him, the desperation finally
eating her alive as she thrust her hips up, causing him to penetrate
deep within her. The forward move actually surprised him, but he was
too lost in the delectable pleasure of sliding into this beautiful
stranger. The thrusts of his hips began slowly at first; torturous in
motion as he felt the velvet walls that encircled his entirety. A
heated moan escaped her lips as he let his gaze wander over her
delicate features. Dark eyes fluttered open, studying cerulean irises
with drugged interest. She brought her lips to his, igniting an
edacious kiss while her hand slid down his smooth skin, cupping his
ass until she could pull him harder into her. Her ravenous desire
served to bring lust into his throat. His hips bucked harshly, the
swift movement of his penis crashing in and out driving her
absolutely wild as she writhed beneath him.

He glanced down
between their bodies, finding his gaze lingering over the supple
mound created by her pelvic bone, completely free of any hair. The
sight of her aroused him further and with animalistic desire and he
drove into her with fury, her hips meeting his rhythm and allowing
his penetration to hit places within her that brought screams of
pleasure. The whole building might be awake by now, just the way he
liked it. His mouth covered hers again and his tongue began to dance
a sacred dance with hers. Slender legs rose and wrapped loosely
around his waist, without warning she dug her foot against his
behind, shoving him hard into her until she felt that all her
screaming was justified. He nearly lost it there in that instant, but
managed to recover with a steady pace as her legs fell back to the
mattress.

The satin slick
walls tensed around his shaft, triggering a growl which muffled
against the crook of her neck as he lavished moist kisses upon the
supple flesh. The pulse she created within her body sent him to the
edge for the third time. This time, he couldn’t avoid the
inevitable. With this revelation, came even harder thrusts. He was
certainly fucking her for all he was worth. The heightened pace and
desperation evident within his grunts brought her to a wave of
sensation the rippled from her interior until her toes tensed and her
fingernails dug deeply into his shoulders. Her back arched with the
combination of cries and moans, the powerful surge of pleasure arcing
throughout her as he gave his last. A carnal growl broke through her
chanting, leaving his back arched as his movement ceased for seconds.
Strength gathered, he gave several powerful thrusts before he groaned
while his face scrunched, hot liquid spilling from his tip and
flooding her. The finale of her own orgasm bringing the word he
desired.

“God, Reno.”
She moaned, finally falling listless against the mattress with his
heavy form bearing down on her.

A sheen of sweat lay
over their panting bodies as he rolled onto his back beside her.
Reno could practically feel her heart pounding through the vibrations
of the mattress. Sensitive ears listened as it softened second by
second, her breathing following the same path. He propped against his
elbow, peering at her beneath the soft light that crept through the
window, his free hand coming to caress her cheek delicately. She
smiled a radiant smile, veiling espresso irises as she drifted down
from passion.

Reno realized after
several silent moments, that she had fallen into sleep. He cradled
her in his embrace and set his head down on the pillow, allowing his
mind to drift easily as he waited for morning. He would leave her
with the memory of a September night, as he did every other woman.
She cried softly in her sleep, perhaps dreaming, and he listened to
her even breaths throughout the course of the night as he fell to his
own slumber.

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Just an experimental
piece exploring a one night stand, since Reno has such a reputation.
I simply wanted to write a bit of meaningless smut involving my
favorite Turk. Explore his darker side, if you will. I wanted to
focus more on that cynicism he carried in the game along with hints
of humor. I really had to battle the urge to create a plot, but here
it is! My first without a plot. Share your thoughts?
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