Black&Blond

Notes : This takes place after the Temple of the Ancients bit, where Tseng is stabbed by Sephiroth but because he's alive in Advent Children, he had to be found and rescued, right? And he probably spent a lot of time in hospital. Hmm, wonder how he was passing his time...

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The lights were dimmed but still hurt his eyes as Tseng fought to stay conscious for a little while longer. The doctors had left only few minutes ago, after informing him that he had been out of it for several days and giving him some sedatives. His wound was healing nicely and they had warned him not to make any sudden movements so as not to tear the stitches. He had been lucky to survive and he knew it.

The doctors seemed somewhat nervous around him and he couldn't blame them, not with his three subordinates watching them like hawks their prey. Even petite Elena had looked positively frightening, especially with those half-healed bruises marring her pretty face. From what Reno and Rude had told him, they had believed him dead and they had held AVALANCHE responsible. So Elena had attacked their leader and then she had taken a tumble down the slopes near Icicle Inn. And two days later, Turks had been given a message about a wounded man found near the area where the Temple had once stood. Everyone showed their appreciation and happines about him being alive in their own unique way.

Reno couldn't stop grinning.

Rude put away his sunglasses while scrutinizing his leader as if to make sure he really was okay.

And Elena switched randomly between sobbing and laughing... or so he was told. When he had woken up three days later after being found, his Turks were once again composed professionals, standing guard over his bed. Tseng allowed a rare smile to flitter across his face. He would miss them all, was he to depart from this world. Especially the brown-eyed blonde. He couldn't wait to get out of the hospital so he could take her to that promised dinner date. That was his last thought before the drugs kicked in and he fell asleep.

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Tseng woke up later in the evening at the sound of door being closed and he struggled to get his eyes open. They were bleary after the sedation so all he could make out was a female silhouette holding something in her arms. He relaxed. It was only a nurse with his dinner. He was surprised, though, when he heard the lock clicking shut. He immediately grew weary. If she was an assassin, he was in no condition to defend himself. He hated being helpless but he tried to move anyway.

"Don't!" the woman whispered. Her voice was familiar somehow.

"Elena?" he inquired. The figure moved forward to the light and he was able to focus on her. It was really Elena. But instead of Turks' uniform, she donned nurses' outfit. The remnants of drugs in Tseng's system made it harder for him to process information but his brain pointed out that there were some vital differences. The skirt was shorter than modest knee-length version nurses usually wore. The length of Elena's skirt was bordering on indecent, barelly covering her ass. The blouse was also very tight and with more cleavage than necessary. And speaking of tight... The lower regions of Tseng's body made it clear they liked what the female Turk was wearing.

"I brought your dinner, Sir."

Was it him or was her voice huskier than usual? She leaned over him to help him sit up and he got a really good view of what was usually hidden behind her shirt and jacket. He swallowed hard. Did Elena know what kind of effect she had on him? He was supposed to be resting but the images her appearance conjured in his mind were far cry from the definition of rest.

"Thank you, but why the secrecy?"

She smiled at him, no, she smirked and it was an expression of mischief.

"The visiting hours are long over. I'm not supposed to be here but I thought it can be some time before we get to have that dinner you asked me on. Rufus can call us off at any time and this seemed like a good opportunity to... shall I say... train for the real thing."

She stepped away and took the tray from the table and brought it to him. He noticed there were two plates and two glasses. One was filled with what seemed to be wine and the other with juice. She handed the juice to him.

"No alcohol because of the drugs," she explained as she took a seat on the edge of his bed and passed him one plate. They ate in silence and Tseng was surprised at how hungry he was. He finished first and watched Elena while sipping on his drink. She turned to him and smiled again.

"Finished?" at his nod she took the plate and put it back on the table along with the tray. She then propped him up with pillows and smoothed his covers. Tseng almost groaned aloud as her hands brushed over his crotch area. Had she done it on purpose? One look into her eyes gave him his answer. She had. Elena's eyes were dark and her pupils dilated with desire.

"Would you like some dessert?" she purred as she brought her face close to his.

As soon as his breathless "Yes" was out, she meshed their lips together, her tongue aggresively seeking entrance. Her dominance took him by surprise but he didn't complain. He still felt somewhat weak so he gladly let her take charge. Their tongues met and tangled as they tried to prolong the kiss as much as possible. But because no one had invented the way how to survive without regular intake of oxygen yet, they had to separate their mouths. Elena rested her forehead against Tsengs.

"Your stitches..." she panted. "...have to be careful about them..."

"Screw the stitches," came his reply. Elena pulled away but before he could protest she climbed on the bed and straddled him, her skirt hiking up and revealing that she had nothing underneath.

"No," she said and licked at his jaw. "Screw you."

She raised on her knees and pulled back the covers. She then yanked his hospital garb up until it bunched at his waist and no longer hid the fact that his member was ready for some action. She raised her eyes to his.

"It's the uniform. I've always had a thing for women in uniform," he undid her blouse before she could react and stroked her breasts with their nipples already erect. "Especially when they were out of it."

Elena pressed herself against his hands and let him caress her, almost losing herself until she remembered the time. She had created a loop of an hour on security camera so they wouldn't be caught and more than twenty minutes had already passed. She took his hands and pushed them to the sides. She scooted closer until she was positioned over him and linked her arms around his neck.

"No time for that," she said as an answer to his questioning stare and started to lower herself. She had to bit her lip to keep from crying out as the head of his penis entered her sheath and she heard him suck in his breath as well. She continued until she took him in entirely, his length filling and stretching her just like she had imagined it to, even better. Unable to contain herself, she moaned.

Tseng heard her moan and opened his eyes he hadn't known he had closed to watch her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes lowered and mouth opened. She was tight around him, and gods, it felt so good. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against her delicate neck, nipping at it and eliciting another moan as an answer. She raised herself off him and then came down, setting up a rocking rhythm. Her moves were slow at first but when Tseng bucked his hips up to meet hers, she picked up speed and soon they were moving together in fast tempo.

Tseng wound his arms around her waist to support both her and himself as he felt it wouldn't be long before he came. Suddenly she kissed him again and it was even more aggresive than before and when she shuddered and her inner walls squeezed him, he lost it too. He exploded into her, his seed spilling out while she shook with her orgasm, feeling the spasms of his member as it jerked inside of her.

When they finally calmed down, Elena pressed herself against him. Tseng was still inside her but she didn't seem to mind as she played with the hair on the nape of his neck. Her breath was still somewhat irregular when she heard him chuckle.

"What is funny?"

"This," he traced the line of her neck and his fingers stopped at one place. As she gathered her senses, they told her that the place was slightly stinging, like it was pinched or bitten. Her eyes flew wide open.

"You didn't!" she exclaimed but he only nodded and stroke the area. Elena sighed and cuddled closer to him, just listening to his breathing. Then, with another sigh, she pulled away.

"I have to go."

"I know."

He watched her as she buttoned her uniform and pulled the skirt to its proper place. Her fingers skipped over the hickey he made and Tseng could almost see her thinking hard on how to hide the mark from Reno and his teasing. He didn't want her to hide it. He wanted everyone to see that she was his and his only. He caught her arm and pulled her close for another kiss and this time, it was him in command.

"I'll drop in tommorow again," she promised when he finally let her go.

"I'll be waiting," he replied. She left and closed the door behind herself and Tseng lied down and tried to sleep. After all, he needed to get his strength back for more encounters like this one. It is great to have such an incentive for quick recovery, he thought before sleep claimed him.

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