A Turk's Seduction

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A Turk's Seduction

Reno drank another shot of whiskey, watching the raven haired fighter behind the bar who was chatting cheerfully with a few of her regular customers. It had been a few months since Sephiroth's remnants had caused so much trouble for them all, and the Turks had come to a somewhat friendly relationship with the Ex-AVALANCHE members. The problem was, Reno wanted to get a lot more friendly with one in particular, and he had a few obstacles in his way. One of those was his own partner, Rude.

"Are you going to make a move, or not?" Reno asked the bald Turk who was sitting across the table from him.

"What do you mean?" Rude answered stiffly.

Reno rolled his eyes, laying his head back with a bark of laughter. "You know what I mean, partner. Are you gonna make your move on Tifa?" he said, looking back at Rude with a grin. He couldn't see his partners eyes through his shades, but the tightening of his lips and his stony silence gave him the answer he needed. "You're hopeless," Reno chuckled, throwing back another shot. He was feeling a little buzzed, but nowhere near drunk. He wanted to keep a clear head anyway.

Tifa's feathery laughter caught the redhead's attention, and he looked back over toward the bar to see her smiling brightly as she wiped down the counter. He watched her move from where he sat, taking in the beauty of the woman that had been an enemy so long ago. Her hair was shorter now, but other than that, she looked as sexy as ever wearing a short skirt and a tight fitting top. She definitely wasn't afraid to show off her killer body.

"I'm gonna take off," Rude's deep voice ripped his attention away from the barmaid. "You coming?"

"We just got here," Reno said, frowning slightly as he watched his partner rise from his seat and straighten his jacket.

"Reno, we've been here for almost three hours. Tifa's gonna be closing up soon."

"Really? Well, fuck me, I hadn't noticed." Rude only shook his head, grunting softly before he left his smart ass partner behind with a quick wave. "Don't be late for work again, or Rufus will have your ass," he yelled over his shoulder as he slipped out the door into the night.

Reno had no plans of leaving just yet. In fact he was hoping not to leave at all if things went the way he wanted. A few other patrons left soon after Rude made his exit, leaving only Reno and two other's in 7th Heaven. Reno looked at the scattered shot glasses covering the table, and he stood from his seat, picking them all up to take to the bar.

"Thanks, Reno, but I could have gotten these," Tifa smiled, taking them from his hands, her fingers touching his for the briefest moment before she moved away to place them in the sink behind her.

"No problem," he said, sitting on one of the barstools. "Where's Strife at?" he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. He hadn't seen the blonde all night, but if he was around and about his plans would be ruined.

"He's been making a lot of long distance deliveries. It's been keeping him away the last few days," she answered, seeming comfortable enough with the Turk to answer his question. 'That's obstacle number two down...maybe,' he thought with a hint of a smirk on his lips. Tifa was too busy cleaning up to notice the looks he was giving her, but he wasn't deterred by her lack of response.

"So, you and Strife are...an item, aren't you? I mean, you two live together.." he trailed off when she frowned at him slightly. "Sorry, I guess that's not my business," he said, shrugging his shoulders indifferently.

"I really need to clean up, Reno," she said tightly, turning away from him, busying herself with the dishes in the sink. He hadn't expected her attitude to take such a sharp turn with what he thought was an honest and simple question.

"Look, I'm sorry I offended you, babe. I just assumed you and Cloud were together," he said over the clatter of the glasses she was washing. Her back was stiff and she remained stubbornly silent as she went about her work. 'Shit, I fucked up already.' He watched the other two customers leaving together, clinging onto one another in a drunken stagger. "You want me to help you clean up? Seems like an awful lot for one person to do." he said, watching her back as he spoke.

Her posture relaxed a little as she turned back to him. "That's really nice of you to offer, Reno, but it's not necessary. I do it all the time when Cloud isn't here."

"It's no problem. Come on, let me make up for being a asshole," he said, smiling in his most charming way.

"It would be nice to have some help," she said, looking out at the tables that were scattered with beer bottles and used glasses. "Okay, then. I'll let you make up for being an asshole," she said, smiling back.

"Okay, boss. What do you want me to do first?" he asked, standing up, taking off his jacket and EMR to put on the stool he had just vacated.

"Get all those bottles and glasses for me," she said with a light laugh and a shake of her head as she went to lock the door, and put up the closed sign.

They talked off and on about nothing in particular as they worked, even laughing now and again when Reno told her a few stories about him and Rude getting into some amusing situations on the job. She seemed completely relaxed again, her short period of coldness wiped away for the time being, and he thought that was a good sign. He just hoped when he finally decided to make his move, that it didn't come back to bite him in the ass. He knew how hard she could hit from experience, and he would rather not suffer the woman's wrath if she decided to take her fists out on him. He could match her in a fight if he had to, but he wasn't here to spar, not in that way.

"You hit him in the face with your EMR?" she asked with a giggle, wiping down the bar while he put the chairs up on the tables.

"Yeah, broke his shades too, but I do that at least once a week. I think it's become a ritual." Tears sprung from her eyes as her laughter took over. He watched her with a smile, moving back over to the bar after he put up the last chair.

"Thank you for the help, Reno. I have to admit, this one was of my more enjoyable closes," she said, wiping her tears away as her laughter subsided to soft chuckles.

"It was my pleasure.....You know, you never answered my question earlier," he said, taking the chance of flaring up her anger. "Are you and Cloud together?" She stiffened up again, but her eyes took on a saddened look this time. She looked down at the rag she was twisting in her hands to avoid his gaze.

"That's personal, Reno," she said softly, turning away to place the rag next to the sink. She turned the faucet on to wash the dirt from her hands, becoming hauntingly quiet again.

'Shit, real smooth.' He got up from the stool and came around the bar. "Do you mind?" he asked, pointing at the hand soap.

She shook her head no with a half smile. "Of course not," she said, rinsing the suds from her own hands. She dried with a hand towel, handing it to him when he was done scrubbing his hands clean. An uncomfortable silence fell between them, but he continued to watch her as she avoided his eyes. He thought for sure she would ask him to leave.

"Tifa.."

"It's complicated, Reno. Cloud and I...aren't close..at least not in the way you think," she said, finally looking him in the eyes. "I wish it were different, but he's.."

"Still stuck on Aeris," he finished for her, being more harsh about it than he should have been. Her sadness evaporated, and that fiery anger returned as her brown eyes narrowed.

"You wouldn't know anything about it. He loved her, Reno. It crushed him when Sephiroth took her away."

"That doesn't mean he has to ignore your needs..," The smack she laid across his face made him stagger with it's force, but he chuckled, wiping away the warm trickle of blood from his lip with the towel. "I see he hasn't even had the decency to fuck you properly," he said with a cocky smirk, flicking his tongue out to touch the small cut on his bottom lip.

"You self absorbed bastard! You have no right to talk about Cloud that way, or me!" She was seething, her hands clenched into fists.

"I just call it how I see it, babe. Has he ever touched you? Has he even tried?"

"Get out!"

"I don't think you really want me to," he said, tossing the bloodied towel on the counter.

"Do you always pathetically stroke your own ego?" she asked, getting in her distinct fighting stance.

"Oh, now that is cold, babe. Really fucking frigid," he said, stepping closer toward her, and she took a swing, catching him on the chin with her fist. "Fuck, you're stronger than I remember," he hissed, stepping back and holding his jaw. 'This isn't going how I planned.' He looked into her brown eyes, and the deep sadness was still there, contrasting her furious demeanor.

"Reno, please, just go." She relaxed her stance, stepping further away from the Turk to put some distance between them, but he knew it wasn't out of fear, or even anger.

"I'll go if that's what you really want, but can I try something first?" he asked stepping closer as she took another step back, this one hesitate as she watched him warily. "Relax, I won't try to hurt you," he said with his hands spread in front of him. She nibbled on her bottom lip in thought, looking at him with curiosity. "When was the last time someone kissed you, Tifa?"

"Reno," she said, her voice hushed and unsure as she closed her eyes. He saw her bottom lip tremble and her body shiver. "I'm not a fool. I know you don't care about me." He closed the gap between them while he had the chance. A tremor ran through her when he put his arm around her as she sagged against him, and she sighed when he ran his hand languidly up and down her back. Putting a finger under her chin, he tilted her head up, and he saw that her eyes were still closed. He touched his lips to hers, being gentle until her mouth relaxed in surrender. Only then did he tease her lips apart for entry, and she graciously let him in, her limp arms coming up to wrap around his slim waist.

She whimpered softly into his mouth, moving her hands up his back, running her fingers through his long ponytail. He knew he had won, but he still took it slow, keeping his hands on her back as he rolled his tongue along her, getting acquainted with her distinct taste that had a trace of mint mixed with it. He planned on tasting a lot more before he was through. The kiss intensified with her urging as she probed the depths of his mouth with wild hunger, her hands tugging his hair painfully.

He broke away with a seductive growl. "Do you still want me to leave, babe?"

"No, I don't want you to." Her voice was husky as she panted rapidly, her need for human contact so strong that her arms wrapped tighter around his body with wanton desperation.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He pulled her head back, ravishing her neck with hot, open mouth kisses, rolling his tongue over her taunt, soft skin. She was responding to him beautifully, moaning in a low, sexy way that made his cock stir to life. "Mmmm, you smell so sweet," he purred, nuzzling his nose in her silken hair. "I bet you taste sweet too." He rolled his tongue in her ear crudely as if giving her a preview of things to come.

"Wait," she gasped, pushing weakly against his chest.

"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to move back in for a kiss.

"Upstairs," she said, turning her face away with a soft smile, pulling herself from his arms. "Come on, we'll be more comfortable in bed." Her face and neck was flushed with heat, and he wondered just how far that blush went.

'One way to find out,' he thought, licking his lips, still tasting the linger of mint from her mouth. He watched her ass sway as she walked ahead of him, and he couldn't help but smile smugly while he followed her. She shut off the lights as she ascended the stairs, looking over her shoulder once to give him a haunting look of desire.

"Are you coming, Reno?"

"Damn, I hope so," he quipped, catching up with her to put his hands on her curvy hips as they climbed the stairs together. She laughed in a light-hearted way at his blatant innuendo, putting her hands over his, giving them a soft squeeze.

She led him to her bedroom, and he kicked the door shut, spinning her around to pull her against his body. She laughed breathlessly when he nuzzled the side of her neck, his fingers trailing across the nape of it with light brushes. She backed up, pulling him along with her toward the bed while she unbuttoned his shirt, and they both stumbled the last few feet, landing on the mattress with a gale of laughter and a pained groan.

"Shit, I'm starting to wonder if I'll get through this without getting killed," Reno grunted, rolling on his side to cup his crotch that just got accidentally racked by Tifa's knee.

"I'm so sorry," she said, her laughter subsiding. The look of embarrassment, and worry on her face was adorable.

"Just tell me you'll kiss them and make me feel better," he said with a pained chuckle, and she smiled, closing the gap between them to take him into a sensual kiss. The pain was already disappearing, and it only got better when Tifa's hand snaked between their bodies to massage him through his pants. For some reason he pictured Tifa being the shy type when it came to sex, but he wasn't disappointed to find that he had been mistaken. "Mmmm, I'm already feeling better," he said after they pulled slowly apart.

"Good," she whispered, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, and he shrugged it off, tossing it on the floor. He didn't give her time to do anything else as he pushed her on her back and reached under her skirt, roughly pressing his fingers on her covered womanhood. Her panties were wet, and he teased her through the cloth with practiced fingers. She was biting down on her lip to keep from crying out, and he looked into her eyes with a smirk.

"I want to hear you, babe. Don't hold back on me. It hurts my ego." He crudely played his fingers over the soaked cotton, earning him only the lightest moan as her body arched up. "You're gonna have to do better than that," he teased, and he saw that she was blushing again, her eyes tightly closed to block him out. "Not a screamer, huh? I'll have to fix that." He stopped his pleasurable torment to pull her panties off, and she lay there gasping excitedly, whimpering in a soft needy way.

His rough attempts turned light and caressing as he rolled her clit between his fingers, barely putting enough pressure to please. She rocked her hips, her body begging for more, but she remained stubbornly silent, taking ragged intakes of breath. It was a alluring sight to see her struggling not cry out her frustration, and he was unrelenting as he continued to toy with her. His forefinger rimmed her silky entrance in a tortuous manner, only giving her just enough pleasure to make it unbearable. He heard her speak incoherently in a hushed voice, and his ministrations stopped all together.

"What was that, babe? I didn't hear you." He smiled down at her as she opened her eyes to look up at him with deep longing.

"More, please. Don't stop."

"Tell me what you want, Tifa," he purred, putting his fingers back against her soaked arousal, but not moving them.

"Put them inside me, please, Reno."

"That's better," he said, thrusting two fingers inside her warmth, rolling them around wildly. She let out a sharp cry, rolling her hips to meet his hand. She wasn't playing the mute one anymore, moaning louder while his fingers penetrated her. "Has Cloud ever done this to you, hmmmm?"

"D...don't talk about him..while you're doing this to me," she moaned, gyrating her hips urgently with a mournful cry.

"Has he ever tasted you?"

"God...Reno, please.." He slid down her body, wrenching up her skirt before he put his mouth over her swollen clit, suckling on it and making crude sounds of satisfaction as he lapped her furiously. Her fingers curled in his hair as she pulled him forward to bring him closer to her mound. He pulled his fingers from her womanhood so he could ravage her with his mouth, his hands sliding beneath her ass to lift her up. Her toned thighs tightened around his head, and he heard a muffled wail, then felt the gush of her climax filling his mouth. He didn't take his mouth away, even after her thrusts and moans slowly died.

"You taste so sweet, babe," he said, kissing her aroused lips, flicking his tongue across her sensitive clit making her body shudder. He gave her one last lick then snaked up her body to smile down at her, licking his lips clean of her essence. "You are so hot," he said, brushing hair from her sweaty brow. "I'm not gonna lie to you. I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time now." He massaged her ample breast through her shirt, and she sighed wrapping her legs around his waist.

"You're a cocky bastard," she said, pulling him down for a lush kiss. He pulled back with a soft laugh, sitting up to remove the rest of her clothes, then his own.

"You got an incredible body," he said, running his hands over her breasts and across her flat, toned stomach. She didn't respond, except with the slight quickening of breath, and touched him in return, running her fingers across his slim muscled torso.

"I believe you said something about wanting me to kiss you, and make it all better," she whispered, pushing him back and moving down to his erection. He felt her planting light kisses over his sack, and her hand stroking his cock.

"Damn," he muttered, sitting up and leaning on his elbows to watch her. It was a sight he had fantasized about so many times that he had lost count. His former enemy was running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, cupping his ball to lightly scratch with her fingernails. He swallowed thickly, moaning when she rolled her tongue around his cock head. "Suck me, baby. Let me feel that hot mouth," he urged her on with a shaky breath.

She didn't disappoint, bobbing her head, tightening her lips around his thickness to create a gratifying suction. He thrust against her, but he took it slow, letting her decide the pace. He vaguely wondered why Cloud hadn't hopped this train long ago, but he really didn't care. 'All the better for me.' He bit back a chuckle, moaning instead when her pace quickened and her hand joined in, squeezing the stiff base of his cock.

"Almost there," he groaned, panting with the nearing climax. He couldn't control his thrusts anymore, rocking faster against her. In the back of his mind he hoped he wasn't hurting her, put he was too lost in the pleasure to stop. He let go, and she didn't take her mouth away, swallowing the seed that he spent. He watched her throat working, and he moaned deeper when another jolt of pleasure shot through his cock. She was panting when she pulled her mouth off his softening organ, wiping the corner of her mouth to catch some of the spent seed that had spilled past her lips. She licked it off her fingers, batting her eyes at him with a playful bashfulness that made him laugh. This woman was far from being bashful.

"Feel better?" she asked in a husky way, crawling back up his body to lay against him. His breath hitched when she ground against his soft member, stirring him back into arousal once again.

"Almost, babe. I want a whole lot more. Think you can handle it?" he asked, rolling her over onto her back, pinning her wrists to the bed.

"Only one way to find out," she answered, tightening her legs around him, and thrusting upward against his renewed arousal. He shifted, grabbing her hips thrusting forward to slide inside her tight heat. They both moaned with the sensation, moving against one another with slow abandon. Her back arched, and her gorgeous chest pressed against him. Leaning his head down, he took a hard nipple between his lips, suckling her while his hips worked between her thighs. She sighed his name, running her fingers through his hair as he teased her breast with his talented mouth.

"Fuck," Reno moaned, thrusting faster when she moved her hands lower to massage his ass. "Come for me, Tifa. Ya gotta come for me baby," he growled, thrusting roughly inside her, and she whimpered with delight, digging her nails into his back. "That's right...I want to feel you let go. Come all over me," he panted, straining to speak the words. He felt the heat of her orgasm cover his groin before she cried out, and he let himself reach his own climax as her walls gripped him. He kissed her, muffling the sounds of their ecstasy. His thrusts slowed to a stop, but they continued to kiss in the afterglow, caressing each others sweat covered bodies.

He took his weight off her, pulling his softened cock from her warmth with a sigh. Without a word he got off the bed, picking up his pants and pulling them on. She watched him wordlessly, wrapping the bed sheet around her nude body. She wouldn't stop watching him, and he sighed with a shake of his head.

"It's not you, babe. I'm just not one for cuddling. I think Strife would accomodate you there," he said, pulling his boots on.

"Don't beat yourself up, Reno. I wouldn't expect anything else from you," she said with a soft smile. "I don't regret this, but it won't happen again."

"I didn't think it would." He put his shirt on, not bothering to button it up as he made to leave. "See you around, Tif."

"Bye, Reno," he heard her soft voice as he walked out the door.

He grabbed his jacket and EMR when he passed through the bar. He was fastening it to his wrist when he heard the lock on the door jiggle, and he watched Strife step inside. 'Well, look who's home.' Cloud froze, his eyes narrowing when he noticed the redhead.

"What are you doing here, Turk?" His voice was cold with deadly intent.

"Come on, Cloud. No reason to be so damn rude. I'm on my way out anyway," he said with a smirk, tossing his jacket over his shoulder, and stepping past the blonde like he wasn't even there. "Oh, and could you tell Tifa I had a really good time. I forgot to tell her," he drawled as he walked out the door. Cloud's angry retort was cut off as he shut the door behind him and walked away. The look on Strife's face had been priceless, and he couldn't stop laughing about it the entire way home.


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