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AIM log; complete.
Who: Reno [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vivalareno] & Larxene [sadistaddiction]
Where: Larxene's room.
When: Oct.27 [just after this conversation]
Rating: NC17!!!
Summary: H'okay seriously, it's justified. It started out as innocently as it could, considering it's these two... but then one thing led to another, and then there were penguins, and then... yeah, there WAS some sort of character development, but it got lost in the PWP very quickly!
The Story:
Reno was actually standing beside the computer desk honestly contemplating whether he should surprise the doll next door dressed or not. Honestly. And he could thank that blonde kid running around yesterday for even the damn thought of it. "By Jesus," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking around the room. He had cleaned up and taken all of the junk he had seemed to acquire off the spare bed so the kid would have somewhere to sleep when he showed up. "Ah!" Reno turned back to the desk and grabbed some paper, quickly scribbling a note to Subaru in case the boy showed up while he was next door. It simply said "Make yourself at home kid." and he tucked it just under the door after he had left the room.
In two large steps, he was in front of the doll's door, and knocking a tiny rhythm against the hard wood.
She hadn’t seen anyone in a while, and when she had scolded, no, reprimanded Reno for not showing his face, Larxene had failed to remember that she hadn’t exactly been a social butterfly lately either. Not that she really cared, or could care, for that matter.
Her clothes had been returned to her (pity.), but after a day of nakedness, the blonde found her jacket and boots to be heavy and cumbersome. Instead, today she settled for a nylon tracksuit. Black of course, with yellow stripes. Some things just didn’t change. The stretchy material allowed her body to breathe, but still fit her every curve. She hadn’t donned shoes; why bother? She didn’t plan on leaving her room anytime soon, and if Reno decided they should go somewhere, he could wait while she did.
Pushing the keyboard in, she flopped down on her bed, one arm over her eyes. She’d been away from the computer so long, the screen bothered her eyes today. Or at least she liked to pretend it did. Small knocks on the door made her grin and she waved at nothing.
"Come in, darling," she cooed lightly. Reno was expected, and this (would have) excited her. They were neighbors and had never actually had some sit-down, neighbor-to-neighbor playtime. Needless to say, today was long overdue.
With a smile, Reno twisted the door knob and swung the door open, quickly stepping inside and shutting it. "Well hello there, Doll." He said softly, giving a charming little smile. It was ridiculous to him to think that the both of them had been there just over two months now, been neighbors for just as long, and were now just meeting. And God damn did she look better in person, there was no excuse at all for him taking so long to walk next door.
Larxene heard him enter and she uncovered her eyes. Turning her head to glance at the door, which she noted he had shut behind him, she let her eyes roam over his entire body. Not bad if she did say so herself.
"So you finally decided to make an appearance," she said, sliding her eyes away from him and towards the ceiling. It was black. Was it always black? Who cares.
Lifting one of her slender legs, she kicked the wall at the foot of her bed lightly. It was a reminder. If they got along as well in person as they did over those stupid journals, a connecting door would certainly be a must.
Reno smirked and bent one leg to lean against the door, letting out a scoff as she kicked the wall, "Yeah, yeah." He chimed in response to not only her actions, but her snide remark; she reminded him of Elena already, but he definitely liked her more already. Now, could he really build a door? He wasn't much of a handy man, but of course, a Turk could do anything, right? Right.
Pushing away from the door, he started towards her and sat on the edge of the bed like it was second nature. Reno never had been one to beat around the bush, and the term 'personal space' didn't really mean much to him. "So, how are you this fine night, Doll?"
Larxene found herself rolling her pretty eyes at his response to her door reminder. He couldn’t build it. That was her bet. In that case, might as well fuel the fire.
As he settled down on the edge of her bed, she narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"You seem quite comfortable in my presence," she remarked blandly. "Generally a gentleman has more manners than that."
He wasn’t a gentleman and she knew it. Even so, his boldness amused her and she raised her leg again, tracing invisible pictures on the wall with her toes. Zell was too shy and Zelos was boldly into just about every woman. Reno was a happy medium and the Nobody began to wonder if his woman would get angry. …where was that woman? Had she left? Huh. Better off.
"Well, my mama tried to raise me as a gentleman," Reno said, reaching for her hand and then lightly kissing the back of it. "I picked up a few things, but the days of chivalry are long and dead Doll." He dropped her hand and ran his own through the mess of red he called hair. Sitting up, he crossed one leg under himself and idly looked her over from the corner of his eye. "So, miss hypocrite, I haven't heard much outta you lately either, yo."
Snatching her hand back, she grinned. "They may be dead, but don’t use that as an excuse to take advantage of me." There was a playfully threatening tinge to her voice, one that any other man may have flown out of the room, half-wishing he stayed. But Reno was far from any other man.
His next statement threw her slightly off. Yes, Larxene had been keeping to herself, but in truth, she had been… tired.
"One normally doesn’t say much when one is feeling under the weather." He probably wouldn’t buy it. He knew she had no feelings, but she hoped he wouldn’t press the matter.
The back of her hand still tingled and the blonde wanted to kick herself. Marluxia wouldn’t be happy to find out this interaction ever took place, never mind left her (not exactly) feeling strange. Then again, all the good toys kept her waiting, hoping, looking for more.
Reno raised his hands in a mock plea for mercy, then gave a cheeky smile and leaned back, resting his hands behind him on the bed and shrugging. "I'd never take advantage of a woman," he defended, knowing in his mind that sadly if it had been Elena to say that, he may have pointed a gun to her head and told her to go screw up somewhere else.
"Well if you were feeling sick, all the more reason to talk to someone, Doll. I coulda brought you some soup, kept ya company, or something." He gave her a tiny wink; yeah of course he knew she wasn't telling the truth, but he hadn't been feeling all that like himself either, so he couldn't blame her.
Larxene’s thoughts drifted back to all the drama that had surrounded her favourite pet not too long ago. So many insults and arguments. Foolish women.
"You’re right," she said slowly, closing her eyes and trying not to concentrate on the fact that he was practically laying with her on the bed. What was she? A Nobody or a stupid little schoolgirl? This was ridiculous. "They take advantage of you," she finished, voice dripping with mock pity and slight sarcasm.
Playfulness surrounded her as she arched her back to crack it. It sounded nice, but it felt even better.
"Well, I wouldn’t want to infect you, it was…terrible."
So he was playing along. Fine with her. As long as she didn’t have to explain anything. There wasn’t really anything to explain. Nothing more than the fact that she didn’t want to see or talk to anyone and she hadn’t even known why.
He didn't answer her first comment, just brushed it off without really understanding it. With a hidden smirk he thought to himself that really he wouldn't mind being taken advantage of though. Yeah, he was so humble.
Turquoise hues flickered as she arched on the bed, and unconsciously he cracked his own back, letting out a grunt as he did so.
When she continued to go on with her alibi, he only fanned the flames. "That bad, yo? Y'sure y'ain't still got a fever?" He sat up and turned his torso so he could fully look over her; his eyes mapping out her face for any blush from her so called 'illness' before he suavely hovered the back of his hand above her forehead and purred, "Lemme check." With that, he dropped his hand to touch her skin, feeling a normal body temperature and smiling. "Still hot," he lied, albeit with a very serious tone.
So he was a cracker too. Racism? No, not quite. On crack? Possibly. Larxene almost laughed at herself.
He turned to her, placing the back of his hand on her forehead to check for a fever. Of course she didn’t have one, but she was having fun.
"Of course it is," she bit off. "I’m sick."
She shoved his hand away but couldn’t help but sending him a dangerous smile. The redhead was rather good at playing her games. Perhaps he could play a part in capturing Zell for Marluxia. It wasn’t likely; Reno tended to want to stay away from confrontation, but she could try. Later. Oh so much later. Right now, she wanted to be selfish.
Reno gave her a toothy smile and a breathy laugh, pulling his hand away after she hit it. She sure was a feisty one; reminded him almost of Elena, but a lot hotter, and a lot… well nicer wasn't the right word. Reno knew that with this Doll, she could hold her own, and she probably never screwed up. Which meant he liked her a lot better than his blonde coworker already.
"Well, I do know one way to break a fever, yo." the redhead muttered, thinking in the back of his head that even with his charm, she'd probably slap him for even saying it. He was the king of cheesy pick up lines, yes, and they usually worked. Then again, she seemed to be having fun (if she could do that?) so maybe he was in the clear as long as he played safe.
He stayed turned semi beside, semi over her, and scanned his eyes over her body once again. "Are'ya contagious?"
He was getting closer now, and she didn’t care. Well honestly, what other option did she have? She could fake a blush, but he knew she wasn’t like that. Role playing wasn’t her thing.
A corner of her mouth inched up slyly. "Are you in any position to find out?"
She was contagious. She could be contagious. She could be deadly if she put a hair of effort into it. Effort wasn’t exactly working out for her lately, so she decided to take a break and go with the flow. Until she came up with an idea on how to wreak havoc on this place, the only choice she had left was to play. She was a spoiled little girl with many toys after all.
Every second he was in this room just kept getting better and better. She was probably the first bit of real fun he'd had since he got here; fun that would be short lived when Rufus started to get settled and do whatever he was thinking of.
His eyes flickered in excitement at her tiny smirk and at her words. Sitting up, Reno put a hand on his chin and pretended to actually contemplate it, looking at her from the corner of his eye. "Not like this," he cooed, tilting his head to his shoulder. And then, in one daring move (since he was pretty sure she could kill him if she wanted to; she seemed a lot more likely to than Elena if he did something wrong) he was overtop her; knees settled on either side of her hips. "In this position, maybe," he said ridiculously calmly.
Within an instant, Larxene had pushed herself and Reno up and with her hands at his throat, had him pinned to the wall at the foot of her bed. He was still on his knees as she straddled him. Or tried to.
"You think you’re so clever, don’t you darling?" she purred. She took her slender hands off his throat and placed them instead on his shoulders. Looking him directly in the eye, she bit her lip.
"I’m sure you could play by my rules, no?" It was a defense, or maybe it was her offense. Whatever it was, she definitely didn’t like feeling inferior. It had been bad enough living with all those…disgusting men, but now that she had the opportunity to dominate, she wasn’t about to pass it up.
Fear was the last word to cross Reno's mind, considering if she wanted him dead, she would have punctured his jugular in seconds. No, instead he only tried to relax at the sudden change in roles, shifting a little until she was comfortably on his lap. His hands skimmed over her thighs as he slouched his shoulders against the wall and matched her gaze.
"Well I've never been one to play by the rules," he admitted, massaging a circle against her leg mindlessly. To Reno, rules (unless put into place by himself, Tseng, or Rufus) were made to be broken and ignored whenever possible. In all his years, the redhead had only followed as many rules as he had uncompromisingly had to. There was nothing fun about rules… except for maybe these ones, he thought.
He was touching her. Not a lot, but he still had the audacity to touch her body when she hadn’t yet permitted it. The blonde found herself looking down at his hands in agitation but she said nothing. She couldn’t scare him away. Not now.
"These rules have consequences," she told him, warning wrapped around every syllable as she let her hands trail down his chest, stopping at the first button of his white shirt. "You could die if you break them, you know."
She wouldn’t hesitate. There would be others just like him. There always were. None in the Organization, though it wasn’t much of a loss; they had all failed in their duties anyway. Still, should Reno fail her, she would find a replacement without a second thought.
He believed that, he really did. But even then, he'd had many a threat placed on him, so this really was nothing new. Being a Turk, you really got used to threatening situations, even at times like this, so Reno still remained calm, although he did let go of her legs.
Consequences, consequences. He had lived through a lot of those too. But well, he might as well play along, if his life were on the line, anyway. Crossing his arms behind his head, Reno licked his lips and watched her hands.
"Well then, Doll, best you be telling me the rules, hnn?"
Larxene didn’t look at Reno, instead, she concentrated on the button. Slowly, carefully, she slid it out of it’s hole and pushed the fabric aside to reveal the skin of his chest. She brushed her fingernails across it lightly, then lifted herself off of him, jumping onto the floor.
Pulling out the computer chair, she twisted it so she could plop herself right into it. Sitting in it like a pinup girl in a martini glass, she licked her lips.
"As comfortable as you and the bed are, you still need to prove to me whether or not you’re worthy to discover the severity of my illness."
Reno's jaw went slack a little when she left the bed; to say he was a little disappointed was an understatement, but he played it cool, and only slouched further down the wall, making himself comfortable on the bed.
Watching her carefully, he only smirked and crossed his arms in front of his chest, rolling his neck slightly. "Well, lesse…" he tapped his chin thoughtfully and eyed her with a smirk. "How'm I gonna prove it, yo?"
The redhead on Larxene’s bed was getting rather comfortable with his position. Too comfortable.
Shrugging, the blonde spun around once in the chair, stopping the rotation with her knee against the computer desk. There was a small figurine next to the laptop, a little boy holding a balloon. Attached to the boy by a small strip of metal was a puppy. She didn’t know where it came from, nor did she care, but it would finally serve it’s purpose.
"You’re supposed to be the lady killer, you figure it out."
Taking the small metal statue in her hands, she ripped the dog off and tossed the boy in the trash. "But if I’m not impressed…" with one quick motion, she snapped the canine’s head off and threw it at the wall, embedding it completely. "You’ll end up like our fine friend Fido."
Now, when little dog's heads were thrown at him, Reno found it an appropriate time to be freaked out. Sitting straight up on the bed he fisted a hand into his hair and blinked rapidly at the blonde before him.
"Jesus woman!" Yeah, she was a lot like Elena. Maybe in a past life the two had been sisters, because there was more in common with them than Elena and Gun had ever had.
With a cocky smirk he only rolled his eyes, "Well apparently my charm just ain't enough for you, yo." Licking his lips, he rolled his neck one more time. "So what'dya want? Flowers, chocolates?"
Satisfied with his reaction, Larxene helped herself out of the stare and leaned over Reno to dig the dog from the wall. Using one hand for balance and her feet to avoid any unnecessarily sexual bodily contact with the man, she used her free hand to tear the little scrap of metal out of the plaster. Falling back into a fully balanced position, she held the dog head in front of his eyes.
"Wasn’t he a cutie?"
Tossing it into the trash, she resumed her spot on the bed, stretching her legs out for emphasis that it was, in fact, her bed.
"Flowers? Chocolates?" She repeated. "I thought you’d be more clever than that."
Disappointment nearly flooded through her, if not for the lacking of the ability to create said emotion. Perhaps he wasn’t into games after all. Pity.
Reno softly nodded his head about the dog just to humour her, but only shifted on the bed the tiniest bit to let her fully stretch her legs. More clever? Of course Reno could be more clever, but clever in a way that assured he wasn't going to leave the room alive. Oh what the Hell…
"Well I woulda got you a heart, but I don't remember being able to buy those at the corner store."
Flicking her eyes towards him, Larxene smiled.
"You thought of that? How sweet."
It was true, to an extent. She was more… surprised that he had mentioned it at all. Didn’t men tend to forget the little things about women? Didn’t they usually forget the big things? Weren’t they more like Fido the headless dog?
Apparently not.
Seeing that she was not only smiling, but that he was still breathing, Reno reminded himself to let out a huge sigh of relief when he got back to his room. He didn't know what she seemed to be so happy about, considering he now knew she couldn't be happy; whether it was that he had had the balls to say something like that, or that he had remembered something like that.
Well, it wasn't everyday the Turk was told a person didn't have a heart; he assumed ShinRa may not have had one, or that it was shriveled and did nothing but pump blood. But the Doll really didn't have one, how could he forget something like that?
Whatever the truth, she seemed to be having some sort of fun, but even so Reno didn't like being toyed with. "This how you play with all your toys?"
If it was ever possible that the blonde Nobody could be insulted, it would have been at the very moment Reno opened his mouth. Narrowing her eyes and setting her gaze directly into his own, she let out a hiss of irritation.
"Normally my toys end up broken and useless. I thought I should spare you since you’re so damn charming. Perhaps I was wrong."
Tucking her knees under her bottom, she leaned forward and captured his chin in one of her hands, bringing his rather beautiful face mere centimeters from her own.
"I don’t like being wrong."
Reno let his lips turn up in a smile, enjoying the feel of her slender fingers against his face. Of course, there was more danger in the air than anything else you normally would have expected if you were to have just walked in and seen them. Danger was what Reno lived for though, along with a handful of other things, but that wasn't the point!
"Well then," the redhead cooed, turquoise hues shimmering, "I'd hate to disappoint."
Larxene leaned in as if to close the distance between the two of them, but seemingly deciding better of it, she took up his hands instead. Pinning them to the wall above his head, she massaged his palms gently with the heel of her own hands.
Looking down at him, she suddenly remembered he probably hadn’t locked the door. Thinking only for a second, her final conclusion was to screw it.
"I do hope you’ve come up with some ideas, Romeo," she told him, now playing with his fingers. One of her legs rose so she could press her knee against his chest as a reminder of who was in control.
To say he didn't mind being pinned underneath her was an understatement, he loved when Doll's took the incentive. She was a tease and he didn't think she even knew she was doing it. Unconsciously Reno played with her fingers, entwining them and such, seeing as how it was the only thing he really could do from his position.
And he was a far cry from any Romeo. Taking the risk, Reno leaned his head in so his cheek brushed hers and his breath was warm against her ear, "Oh I came with a few," he said with a sort of laugh, reverting back to his old self and whispering almost silently into her ear, "None that involve keeping our clothes on, though."
With his face so close to hers, Larxene failed to hesitate in nibbling on his earlobe. She hadn’t intended on making the first physical move, but she couldn’t take it anymore. Her body screamed desire even when her lack of a heart caused everything else to remain blank.
Sliding her hands off of his, down his arms shoulders and chest, she found the rest of the buttons on his shirt and made a laboriously slow effort in undoing them. The wait might have been killing her, but she wasn’t about to send any signals of this newfound weakness to Reno.
Buttons freed from their holes, Larxene pushed the white material, accompanied by the dark jacket, over his shoulders and down his arms so it pooled at his waist.
Reno let out a breathy laugh when he felt the tug of her teeth on his ear, not too surprised she had made the first move. Not that he had been scared too, he just didn't like the picture of her tearing out his larynx with her teeth. Now that he felt in the clear, however, he didn't wait another second to kiss and gently suck at the spot just below her ear against her jaw line.
Hands now freed, he slipped the rest of his arms out of the opened jacket and shirt, not bothering to push them down to the floor. His fingers then tiptoed across her stomach to either side of her hips, curling underneath the hem of the shirt she was wearing.
Now, even though the blonde had no heart, she still held nerves, adrenaline and all other bodily…crap. Reno’s mouth, kissing and sucking at a very sensitive place on her body sent a pulse (that had nothing to do with the cardio vascular system) through her entire body, particularly her more womanly parts.
His hands teased her abdomen, bringing themselves up under her nylon jacket. Why had she worn this again?
"The door’s unlocked," she breathed. It was a statement, one that someone would make for no reason at all, just because she [hadn’t exactly] felt the need to do or say something while her body was on fire. She didn’t think he would care, in fact, she wasn’t even sure he had heard her.
Reno could feel Larxene's skin heating up underneath his fingers and his lips turned up in a smirk against her skin. After successfully leaving one mark (that was ridiculously visible) he started on another just a little lower on her neck.
Until he was sure he had heard her say something, and pulled away breathlessly, slightly panting. "Hmm?" Whatever it was, it didn't stop him from continuing to travel his hands under her jacket.
Larxene closed her eyes and tiled her head back as Reno surfaced. She could feel the mark on her neck and wondered what Marluxia would say--or do, for that matter, then remember that she didn’t care.
"Door’s unlocked," she mumbled, not entirely sure of what she was saying.
Threading her fingers into his hair, she pulled him close to her, pressing her chest to his. She curiously questioned herself as to why he was snaking his hands up her jacket when it zippered down. Then again, people normally did, said, and thought random and strange things in these moments.
The Turk quietly groaned in protest and went back to her neck; wrapping one arm around her body and massaging his palm in a circle against the small of her back while he managed to unzip her jacket with the other hand from the inside.
Her words were an indication she wanted him to get up and lock the door, but being pushed against was a whole other story. "Is that so?" he muttered against her neck, then moved away from the wall until she was rested on her back and he was hovered over her.
"Guess I should go fix that, then?" he made as if to get off the bed, but stalled to see if she really cared or not; he knew he didn't. Anyone looking for him wouldn't be coming to her room, and she wasn't expecting anyone except him, now was she?
As Reno moved to lock the door, Larxene shot out a hand to wrap tightly around his wrist. She couldn’t help but smile a wide, slightly threatening, seductive smile.
"I thought you were a real man," she said, lifting her nose slightly. "What’s the matter? You scared?"
She knew he wasn’t. He wanted her too much at this very moment to care. She was unable of caring. Should anyone walk in, they’d die. Plain and simple.
Ridding herself of the jacket, which she tossed unceremoniously onto the floor, the blonde hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, pulling him back to her. Her smile turned up more on one side, transforming into more of a sardonic grin.
"Your pants are going to be a bit of a burden, my dear," she noted, glancing down at the clothing he still wore.
When she had spoken, Reno had whipped his head from looking at the door to her face, eyes narrowed into turquoise slits not in anger but more of an 'you little smartass' attitude.
Of course he had been ready to reply with his own bitter statement, but his lungs seemed to collapse when she had wrapped her leg around him, and even though he was overtop her, she seemed to still be in complete and utter control.
He had been too busy mapping his eyes over her body, fingers feathering over the sides of her bare torso. All he caught was something about his pants, and he looked up and then followed her gaze.
"Right, those," he pulled himself up into a sitting position and easily undid the button and zipper of the dark slacks. In one fluid motion they were crumpled on the floor and he was over her in nothing but navy blue and red checkered boxers.
As soon as her partner freed himself of his pants, Larxene wasted no time in following suit. They were passed seduction at this point, so she didn’t see any reason to have him remove the garment for her.
Slightly out of breath from wiggling herself out of the pants, Larxene lay panting beneath him. Though she had decided against a bra, panties had been, and would continue to always be, a must. Today she had chosen something simple. She had always preferred boy shorts; sexy lingerie just wasn’t her thing. White boy short panties with black trim were the lucky contestants. A small, rather innocently cute penguin sitting on a sled eating an ice cream cone decorated the front and if the owner of these festive little panties knew anything about the man hovering above her, it was the fact that Reno probably wanted to murder that penguin a thousand times over lest he interfere again.
Now, had Reno really, really cared to indulge deeper on Larxene's choice of underwear, it would have been that he sat back and laughed. Of course, the only thing that interested him about the penguin clad garments was that they were still on her body, and not on the floor.
In seconds he had remedied the situation, helping her tug off the underwear and just as quickly doing the same with his boxers. Locking the door was definitely out of the question now, he thought and let out a breathy scoff.
As if the penguin hadn't been an interruption enough however, now they had a somewhat more moral dilemma. His eyes searched up her body and then looked at the bedside table. There was no way she had any condoms in the drawer, and although food would appear when you needed it, Reno highly doubted the mansion was that well prepared.
As the panties were discarded, Larxene arched her back to show her impatience. She slid her hands up the sides of his face aiming for the fiery strands atop his head when her fingers collided with something hard. She felt around a bit and recognized it, even if through a sensual haze, to be his goggles. Without a second thought, she tore them off and tossed them onto the computer chair then proceeded to thread her fingers into his hair.
She drew him closer, kissing him full on the lips, last shred of care for anything else disintegrating. Her tongue ran across his bottom lip and her teeth nibbled at it. She pressed their chests together again, needing to feel the heat of skin against skin.
"Reno," she panted, breaking the kiss and nipping at his various facial features. It wasn’t like her to be so forward in her actions, but at the same time, when she wanted something, Larxene made sure she had it.
She barely registered him turning to the bedside table as she went to work on his neck, but she knew what it meant.
"You’re being foolish," she told him. "Do you actually think I would give you a child?"
Reno was actually a little upset his goggles had been so carelessly tossed to the side. Even if she had had the courtesy to make sure they didn't end up on the floor where they could get stepped on later, like the pair he had broken a month or so back. Okay, with that in mind, these ones didn't mean as much to him; but his goggles, new or not, were one of the things that made Reno, Reno.
Of course, once he was distracted with the kiss, he could have easily cared less about his clothes or accessories, and pressed his mouth strongly against hers until she pulled away and started at his neck.
Brought back to reality (or whatever reality he could be brought back to in this place) by her words, Reno turned his head back to her, tilting his chin up to give her a larger range as he pressed his fingertips firmly against her hips. "Guess I am…" he muttered, massaging his fingers up her torso and then realized he was unconsciously searching for a pulse. Just a little unnerving, yes.
She wasn’t entirely certain where his hands were on her body, but Larxene didn’t particularly care at the moment. Ensuring that the redhead would have marks on his neck twice the size of her own, she let her hands wander.
She caressed his shoulders, slid over the smoothness of his chest and with feather touches, trickled a path down to where many a woman had been before. The center of Reno’s being, the place a male’s pride was stored and kept away until he felt the need to show it off.
Biting down on his neck, she grasped his manhood with one of her hands and with the other, found (though she’d never remember how) the fingers he was using to set her body on fire.
"Magnificent," she whispered, feeding his ego while she licked at the wound she had left just above his shoulder.
Reno groaned strongly at the hold, wincing and pulling his shoulder away a little when she bit him. The air causing it to sting and mix with the pleasure.
He entwined his fingers with hers, squeezing her hand gingerly as he shifted to rest on his elbows comfortably. His other arm snaked beneath her, his fingers massaging the small of her back as he braced against his own body.
Uncurling his fingers from hers, he dragged them down the center of her body and then lifted them at the last second to wrap his hand around the one that held him, pulling it away and lifting it to pin above her head. The redhead blew some hair from his face and lowered his mouth to the middle of her throat, nipping carefully and leaving bright red marks in a crooked line on the pale skin.
Larxene grinned as her hands were pinned above her head. How cute. He was trying to take control. She’d play along for a little while, but never would she submit completely. This was a game to her, entirely revolving around who had power over whom.
"I do hope you’re enjoying yourself," she told him, closing her eyes. I certainly would be.
"You’re teasing me," she hissed, shifting to offer him her breasts. "I’ve decided you’re in a position to discover if I’m contagious or not."
It wasn’t exactly something the both of them didn’t already know, but she didn’t want to completely ruin the mood by breaking free of his hold, which was surprisingly stronger than she imagined. He wasn’t going lightly with her. He knew her strength.
Reno didn't hesitate; kissing up her neck, across her lips, and down the other side until he had one breast in his mouth and was teasing the flesh violently. He muttered something, releasing her hand and pulling his other arm from underneath her before he realized she probably hadn't been able to hear him.
"Must be part of my charm," he panted, resting his hands against her hips and positioning himself properly. Without any warning, he entered her in one strong shove, bending to lower his head and bring his tongue to make lazy circles around her navel.
Larxene threw her head back, wiggling her wrists against his hold. Two could most definitely play at this game.
Breaking free, she pushed him off of her, though not breaking their connection and grabbing his hair with both her hands, pushed him down to lie flat on his back. She wiggled slightly, adjusting herself for comfort and accommodation of his size.
With her two legs on either side of his hips and her fingers all caught up in his hair, she leaned down to him, nipples hardened by arousal brushing lightly against his chest. She took his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked on it, now running her slender hands through the soft mess atop his head.
The redhead gasped slightly as his body fell against the mattress beneath him. She caught on quick, didn't she? Strongly he gripped her thighs to balance her as he shifted against the bed, stretching his spine and bucking his hips into the air.
Even with his ego, Reno never understood just what was so damn fascinating about his hair, but something about it was desirable, and the feel of someone tugging their fingers through it brought him relief from the constant pressure headaches he would get.
Leaving one hand at the curve of her hip, he pushed the other up her body until he had one breast cupped and was massaging it roughly while he tried to further the attack on his lip into a kiss.
There was no reason to keep her plaything waiting any longer. Following his rhythm, Larxene lifted herself from him, then settled back down again, creating a ridiculously incredible friction. His pace was quick, hungry and demanding. Quick and hungry she could and would deal with. Demanding was her job.
Complying with his want for kisses, she eased off with her teeth. His assault on her breast sent her senses reeling and she moaned softly against his mouth.
"You’re being such a good boy," she breathed. And he was. She couldn’t remember the last time a toy of hers had been this successful and fulfilling. Most of them broke beforehand leaving her bored and tired.
With a rather unladylike grunt, she ground her hips against his in a silent reminder of uke and seme.
"Just playing, by the rules," Reno grunted between kisses; bringing the hand that had been against her waist up and just under the curve of her other breast.
He bit back moans at the pace she had created, feeling the bed lightly tap against the wall with every strong shove. She definitely knew what she was doing, and he definitely needed to make that door.
"Don’t hold it in," she demanded softly. "I need to hear exactly what I do to you."
Breaking their mouths apart, Larxene brought her hands from his hair to his shoulders which she used to lift the upper half of her body up slightly. The warmth they had created between them disappeared, but as she cast him a wicked smile, she knew it would return in a moment.
Along with matching his thrusts, she began to grind and rock against him, creating sensations from all sides. The bed was rocking steadily now and she was nearly thankful that it didn’t creak. As much as she wouldn’t mind killing an intruder, she wasn’t exactly about to let her fun die just yet.
If any of his fellow Turks had heard the noises coming from his own room, they would have known when to turn around and just come back later; but Reno didn't know what any of Larxene's little friends might think or do, mainly to him. He hadn't talked to any of them yet, except for the one, Marluxia, who did seem to be a bit protective of the doll.
As she sat up over him, the redhead flicked hair out of his eyes and watched with glazed over turquoise hues; she had a thin, fragile figure at first glance, but she was definitely anything but once you got close enough, and Reno was might close enough.
And to top it all off, she had an ego to rival his own, which only fueled the fire as he strongly held onto her sides and directed her in a circular motion, groaning as he did so.
Larxene noticed her partner seemed to be slightly caught up in thought, so she reached one hand down to tease one of his nipples. He was making noises now and that pleased her. She hated when people kept their feelings in. If you’re going to have them, you might as well use them.
"I’m impressed," she told him, moving to his direction. She didn’t expect him to respond.
Sliding down again, she placed her elbows on either side of his head. She kissed his forehead, temples, eyelids, nose, and cheeks. Settling her mouth directly next to his ear, her tongue darted in momentarily while one hand explored his body.
"What do you want me to do, my pet?" she asked him huskily. "I can show you paradise."
Reno's eyes fluttered closed and he sighed happily, finding his fingers twisting into her blonde hair and only for a second wondering how the two sets of bangs fell down like that; then again, Strife's hair was an even bigger bewilderment, so this was almost understandable.
He welcomed the numerous kisses, setting his own lips on whatever area he could in return and feeling his body heat up and a tiny spasm in the pit of his stomach. Her words were almost intimidating, but Reno only groaned into her own ear.
"Hey now, I'm not wearing a leash just yet," he muttered, pressing his fingertips against her hip some more and rocking their bodies more feverishly.
Nipping his earlobe in response to his rebuke, she lowered her voice slightly, answering her own question.
"I know exactly what you want," she sighed, dipping her head to suck on and play with his collarbone. This was a sensitive spot in any human being which she had in the past used to arouse. Larxene needn’t use such cheap methods with Reno, however; he knew how to play her way.
Flicking her tongue inside the hollow spot, she rocked furiously, demanding that he speed up. Small flashes of light were beginning to appear before her eyes and her mind had left her at a complete abandon. She wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer and if she ever wanted to play again, there was no way she could leave him unsatisfied.
"Oh yeah?" He pushed his head back until he was staring upside down at the wall, stretching so his collarbone was even more defined and moaning behind tight lips. She knew what she was doing, that much was obvious. Reno definitely enjoyed playing these kinds of games.
Catching the demand, the redhead attempted to prop himself on his elbows and hold onto her thighs at the same time. He managed to lift one arm and wrap it around her back; the other softly pressing against her head.
In seconds he had pushed the both of them into a sitting position, and then just as quickly dropped Larxene onto her back, making sure he didn't hit her head. He easily sped up now, grunting and nudging his forehead against her shoulder with strong pants.
The sounds of his grunts and pants sent chills throughout Larxene’s entire body and as he switched positions again, she moaned out loud. It was a light, feminine sound, contrasting with his deep masculine pleasure noises.
The blonde wrapped her legs around Reno’s body, feet setting on the small of his back, pressing him closer with each thrust.
"Oh God, Reno," she groaned, scratching a full set of paths down his back with her fingernails. She clawed at his shoulders in an attempt to bring him closer than humanly possible.
With his face turned slightly away from her, she couldn't see the large and ridiculously childish smile plastered over his face. If there was one thing that made his ego explode, it was always and would always be hearing his name called out like that.
Reno had had many a lover, and many a wound from said activities, so feeling the scratches burn against the now humid air of the room was nothing new. Not to say it still didn't burn, though; he brought one hand up to his shoulder, taking one of her hands from his body and lacing their fingers together.
"Y'don't want to break me," he purred, trailing hungry kisses in a diagonal from her breast up to her ear and trying to go just a little faster for her.
Larxene squeezed the hand laced with hers, breath coming in gasps now. The bed was banging against the wall as if it wanted to break right through and as if to tell them that it hurt, said structure dumped an object off a shelf and onto the fornicating couple.
"Oh fuck," she cursed, half the same way she had ground out Reno’s name only seconds before and half in a [not-so] panicked agitation. With her free hand, she reached for the stuffed fox and tossed it in the general direction of his goggles.
"Broken animals are easier to train," she gasped.
A thin layer of sweat covered the two now and if they had been observed from a distance, they may have seemed to be shimmering in the moonlight. A serene image of two lovers caught in each other’s embrace much like those of an old tragic tale. They were, however, not lovers, but simply two creatures with need for release. There was no love exchanged here, and nothing more than animalistic desires had drawn them together.
Coming closer to her climax, Larxene bucked her hips wildly, trying to find Reno’s face that she might kiss him again.
"Reno, Reno, Reno," she chanted in between powerful kisses.
A bright white light exploded before her closed eyes and she tensed, clinging to him more forcefully than ever. Taking complete control of his mouth, she darted her tongue in and out, then tugged on his bottom lip. Unconsciously changing her mind, she threw her head back in what would have been sheer ecstasy, crying out the name of the man above her.
The redhead tensed up, his empty hand pushing against her body and mapping it out blindly strong enough to leave bruises later on before he twisted his fingers into the sheets for a better balance. Now that she had had hers, he could have his, and Reno did nothing but shove his whole body against her; fully concentrated on her body, and the wound up tension in his stomach.
He returned the kiss greedily, and let out a frustrated groan when she pulled away, immediately bringing his hand up and using his thumb on her chin to tilt her head back down and begin another crude kiss.
After a minute or two that seemed like hours, Reno followed suit with his own orgasm, his one hand squeezing hers tightly while the other ripped into the sheets it was tangled in. Reno was never one for making a mantra of his partners name, instead he always seemed to mutter out a string of vulgarities mixed with various grunts and groans.
He relished in the fulfilling yet emptying feel of his release, slowing his pace to make it last as long as he could before it was too much and he collapsed over her, breathing faltered and heavy.
Laying in a tangle of limbs, the blonde began to catch her breath. Her body was heavy and it took so much effort in opening her eyes that she decided against it. The laborious breathing of her partner reminded her that she had fallen in to submissiveness. Next time that would be changed.
"I think I have to keep you," she mumbled nearly incoherently. "And you still…" the rest of her sentence trailed off as she lost all ability to make any movements. Sleep was coming to claim her and she wasn’t entirely sure she would fight it.
Summoning strength, she patted around the bed for a pillow, but gave up after about five seconds. She squeezed his hand again with the last bit of energy she had before letting the dreamless darkness capture her entirely.
Reno smirked and carefully slid off of her, propping his elbow onto the bed and resting his head on a closed fist. "Door," he muttered, "I know."
He stuck out his tongue, regardless that her eyes were closed and she was almost asleep. He felt his own arms and legs turning into concrete, but staying in her room, let alone her bed, may give her the wrong impression about him, which he knew they both knew wasn't true. Besides, it wasn't like he was completely running off; their rooms were right beside each other.
Swinging his legs over the bed, he searched the floor with his toes until he caught hold of his boxers and pulled them on. Next he slipped into the discarded slacks, not bothering to button or zip them. Next he searched for his shirt, and found it hanging off the edge of the bed. He didn't bother to do it up as he stood and grabbed his goggles, stuffing them into his pocket.
Turning back to the bed, he washed his eyes over her body and then took a few steps, leaning over and tugging the long forgotten sheets over her. "I'm gonna go back to my room," he whispered, knowing that she probably couldn't hear him, but at least he'd have a defense if she got mad later on. With that, he slipped out of the room and into the hallway, glad there was no one walking around, considering it was more than obvious by the redheads appearance what had gone on. Once in his own room, Reno collapsed on the bed and drifted into sleep.
vivalareno] & Larxene [sadistaddiction]Where: Larxene's room.
When: Oct.27 [just after this conversation]
Rating: NC17!!!
Summary: H'okay seriously, it's justified. It started out as innocently as it could, considering it's these two... but then one thing led to another, and then there were penguins, and then... yeah, there WAS some sort of character development, but it got lost in the PWP very quickly!
The Story:
Reno was actually standing beside the computer desk honestly contemplating whether he should surprise the doll next door dressed or not. Honestly. And he could thank that blonde kid running around yesterday for even the damn thought of it. "By Jesus," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking around the room. He had cleaned up and taken all of the junk he had seemed to acquire off the spare bed so the kid would have somewhere to sleep when he showed up. "Ah!" Reno turned back to the desk and grabbed some paper, quickly scribbling a note to Subaru in case the boy showed up while he was next door. It simply said "Make yourself at home kid." and he tucked it just under the door after he had left the room.
In two large steps, he was in front of the doll's door, and knocking a tiny rhythm against the hard wood.
She hadn’t seen anyone in a while, and when she had scolded, no, reprimanded Reno for not showing his face, Larxene had failed to remember that she hadn’t exactly been a social butterfly lately either. Not that she really cared, or could care, for that matter.
Her clothes had been returned to her (pity.), but after a day of nakedness, the blonde found her jacket and boots to be heavy and cumbersome. Instead, today she settled for a nylon tracksuit. Black of course, with yellow stripes. Some things just didn’t change. The stretchy material allowed her body to breathe, but still fit her every curve. She hadn’t donned shoes; why bother? She didn’t plan on leaving her room anytime soon, and if Reno decided they should go somewhere, he could wait while she did.
Pushing the keyboard in, she flopped down on her bed, one arm over her eyes. She’d been away from the computer so long, the screen bothered her eyes today. Or at least she liked to pretend it did. Small knocks on the door made her grin and she waved at nothing.
"Come in, darling," she cooed lightly. Reno was expected, and this (would have) excited her. They were neighbors and had never actually had some sit-down, neighbor-to-neighbor playtime. Needless to say, today was long overdue.
With a smile, Reno twisted the door knob and swung the door open, quickly stepping inside and shutting it. "Well hello there, Doll." He said softly, giving a charming little smile. It was ridiculous to him to think that the both of them had been there just over two months now, been neighbors for just as long, and were now just meeting. And God damn did she look better in person, there was no excuse at all for him taking so long to walk next door.
Larxene heard him enter and she uncovered her eyes. Turning her head to glance at the door, which she noted he had shut behind him, she let her eyes roam over his entire body. Not bad if she did say so herself.
"So you finally decided to make an appearance," she said, sliding her eyes away from him and towards the ceiling. It was black. Was it always black? Who cares.
Lifting one of her slender legs, she kicked the wall at the foot of her bed lightly. It was a reminder. If they got along as well in person as they did over those stupid journals, a connecting door would certainly be a must.
Reno smirked and bent one leg to lean against the door, letting out a scoff as she kicked the wall, "Yeah, yeah." He chimed in response to not only her actions, but her snide remark; she reminded him of Elena already, but he definitely liked her more already. Now, could he really build a door? He wasn't much of a handy man, but of course, a Turk could do anything, right? Right.
Pushing away from the door, he started towards her and sat on the edge of the bed like it was second nature. Reno never had been one to beat around the bush, and the term 'personal space' didn't really mean much to him. "So, how are you this fine night, Doll?"
Larxene found herself rolling her pretty eyes at his response to her door reminder. He couldn’t build it. That was her bet. In that case, might as well fuel the fire.
As he settled down on the edge of her bed, she narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"You seem quite comfortable in my presence," she remarked blandly. "Generally a gentleman has more manners than that."
He wasn’t a gentleman and she knew it. Even so, his boldness amused her and she raised her leg again, tracing invisible pictures on the wall with her toes. Zell was too shy and Zelos was boldly into just about every woman. Reno was a happy medium and the Nobody began to wonder if his woman would get angry. …where was that woman? Had she left? Huh. Better off.
"Well, my mama tried to raise me as a gentleman," Reno said, reaching for her hand and then lightly kissing the back of it. "I picked up a few things, but the days of chivalry are long and dead Doll." He dropped her hand and ran his own through the mess of red he called hair. Sitting up, he crossed one leg under himself and idly looked her over from the corner of his eye. "So, miss hypocrite, I haven't heard much outta you lately either, yo."
Snatching her hand back, she grinned. "They may be dead, but don’t use that as an excuse to take advantage of me." There was a playfully threatening tinge to her voice, one that any other man may have flown out of the room, half-wishing he stayed. But Reno was far from any other man.
His next statement threw her slightly off. Yes, Larxene had been keeping to herself, but in truth, she had been… tired.
"One normally doesn’t say much when one is feeling under the weather." He probably wouldn’t buy it. He knew she had no feelings, but she hoped he wouldn’t press the matter.
The back of her hand still tingled and the blonde wanted to kick herself. Marluxia wouldn’t be happy to find out this interaction ever took place, never mind left her (not exactly) feeling strange. Then again, all the good toys kept her waiting, hoping, looking for more.
Reno raised his hands in a mock plea for mercy, then gave a cheeky smile and leaned back, resting his hands behind him on the bed and shrugging. "I'd never take advantage of a woman," he defended, knowing in his mind that sadly if it had been Elena to say that, he may have pointed a gun to her head and told her to go screw up somewhere else.
"Well if you were feeling sick, all the more reason to talk to someone, Doll. I coulda brought you some soup, kept ya company, or something." He gave her a tiny wink; yeah of course he knew she wasn't telling the truth, but he hadn't been feeling all that like himself either, so he couldn't blame her.
Larxene’s thoughts drifted back to all the drama that had surrounded her favourite pet not too long ago. So many insults and arguments. Foolish women.
"You’re right," she said slowly, closing her eyes and trying not to concentrate on the fact that he was practically laying with her on the bed. What was she? A Nobody or a stupid little schoolgirl? This was ridiculous. "They take advantage of you," she finished, voice dripping with mock pity and slight sarcasm.
Playfulness surrounded her as she arched her back to crack it. It sounded nice, but it felt even better.
"Well, I wouldn’t want to infect you, it was…terrible."
So he was playing along. Fine with her. As long as she didn’t have to explain anything. There wasn’t really anything to explain. Nothing more than the fact that she didn’t want to see or talk to anyone and she hadn’t even known why.
He didn't answer her first comment, just brushed it off without really understanding it. With a hidden smirk he thought to himself that really he wouldn't mind being taken advantage of though. Yeah, he was so humble.
Turquoise hues flickered as she arched on the bed, and unconsciously he cracked his own back, letting out a grunt as he did so.
When she continued to go on with her alibi, he only fanned the flames. "That bad, yo? Y'sure y'ain't still got a fever?" He sat up and turned his torso so he could fully look over her; his eyes mapping out her face for any blush from her so called 'illness' before he suavely hovered the back of his hand above her forehead and purred, "Lemme check." With that, he dropped his hand to touch her skin, feeling a normal body temperature and smiling. "Still hot," he lied, albeit with a very serious tone.
So he was a cracker too. Racism? No, not quite. On crack? Possibly. Larxene almost laughed at herself.
He turned to her, placing the back of his hand on her forehead to check for a fever. Of course she didn’t have one, but she was having fun.
"Of course it is," she bit off. "I’m sick."
She shoved his hand away but couldn’t help but sending him a dangerous smile. The redhead was rather good at playing her games. Perhaps he could play a part in capturing Zell for Marluxia. It wasn’t likely; Reno tended to want to stay away from confrontation, but she could try. Later. Oh so much later. Right now, she wanted to be selfish.
Reno gave her a toothy smile and a breathy laugh, pulling his hand away after she hit it. She sure was a feisty one; reminded him almost of Elena, but a lot hotter, and a lot… well nicer wasn't the right word. Reno knew that with this Doll, she could hold her own, and she probably never screwed up. Which meant he liked her a lot better than his blonde coworker already.
"Well, I do know one way to break a fever, yo." the redhead muttered, thinking in the back of his head that even with his charm, she'd probably slap him for even saying it. He was the king of cheesy pick up lines, yes, and they usually worked. Then again, she seemed to be having fun (if she could do that?) so maybe he was in the clear as long as he played safe.
He stayed turned semi beside, semi over her, and scanned his eyes over her body once again. "Are'ya contagious?"
He was getting closer now, and she didn’t care. Well honestly, what other option did she have? She could fake a blush, but he knew she wasn’t like that. Role playing wasn’t her thing.
A corner of her mouth inched up slyly. "Are you in any position to find out?"
She was contagious. She could be contagious. She could be deadly if she put a hair of effort into it. Effort wasn’t exactly working out for her lately, so she decided to take a break and go with the flow. Until she came up with an idea on how to wreak havoc on this place, the only choice she had left was to play. She was a spoiled little girl with many toys after all.
Every second he was in this room just kept getting better and better. She was probably the first bit of real fun he'd had since he got here; fun that would be short lived when Rufus started to get settled and do whatever he was thinking of.
His eyes flickered in excitement at her tiny smirk and at her words. Sitting up, Reno put a hand on his chin and pretended to actually contemplate it, looking at her from the corner of his eye. "Not like this," he cooed, tilting his head to his shoulder. And then, in one daring move (since he was pretty sure she could kill him if she wanted to; she seemed a lot more likely to than Elena if he did something wrong) he was overtop her; knees settled on either side of her hips. "In this position, maybe," he said ridiculously calmly.
Within an instant, Larxene had pushed herself and Reno up and with her hands at his throat, had him pinned to the wall at the foot of her bed. He was still on his knees as she straddled him. Or tried to.
"You think you’re so clever, don’t you darling?" she purred. She took her slender hands off his throat and placed them instead on his shoulders. Looking him directly in the eye, she bit her lip.
"I’m sure you could play by my rules, no?" It was a defense, or maybe it was her offense. Whatever it was, she definitely didn’t like feeling inferior. It had been bad enough living with all those…disgusting men, but now that she had the opportunity to dominate, she wasn’t about to pass it up.
Fear was the last word to cross Reno's mind, considering if she wanted him dead, she would have punctured his jugular in seconds. No, instead he only tried to relax at the sudden change in roles, shifting a little until she was comfortably on his lap. His hands skimmed over her thighs as he slouched his shoulders against the wall and matched her gaze.
"Well I've never been one to play by the rules," he admitted, massaging a circle against her leg mindlessly. To Reno, rules (unless put into place by himself, Tseng, or Rufus) were made to be broken and ignored whenever possible. In all his years, the redhead had only followed as many rules as he had uncompromisingly had to. There was nothing fun about rules… except for maybe these ones, he thought.
He was touching her. Not a lot, but he still had the audacity to touch her body when she hadn’t yet permitted it. The blonde found herself looking down at his hands in agitation but she said nothing. She couldn’t scare him away. Not now.
"These rules have consequences," she told him, warning wrapped around every syllable as she let her hands trail down his chest, stopping at the first button of his white shirt. "You could die if you break them, you know."
She wouldn’t hesitate. There would be others just like him. There always were. None in the Organization, though it wasn’t much of a loss; they had all failed in their duties anyway. Still, should Reno fail her, she would find a replacement without a second thought.
He believed that, he really did. But even then, he'd had many a threat placed on him, so this really was nothing new. Being a Turk, you really got used to threatening situations, even at times like this, so Reno still remained calm, although he did let go of her legs.
Consequences, consequences. He had lived through a lot of those too. But well, he might as well play along, if his life were on the line, anyway. Crossing his arms behind his head, Reno licked his lips and watched her hands.
"Well then, Doll, best you be telling me the rules, hnn?"
Larxene didn’t look at Reno, instead, she concentrated on the button. Slowly, carefully, she slid it out of it’s hole and pushed the fabric aside to reveal the skin of his chest. She brushed her fingernails across it lightly, then lifted herself off of him, jumping onto the floor.
Pulling out the computer chair, she twisted it so she could plop herself right into it. Sitting in it like a pinup girl in a martini glass, she licked her lips.
"As comfortable as you and the bed are, you still need to prove to me whether or not you’re worthy to discover the severity of my illness."
Reno's jaw went slack a little when she left the bed; to say he was a little disappointed was an understatement, but he played it cool, and only slouched further down the wall, making himself comfortable on the bed.
Watching her carefully, he only smirked and crossed his arms in front of his chest, rolling his neck slightly. "Well, lesse…" he tapped his chin thoughtfully and eyed her with a smirk. "How'm I gonna prove it, yo?"
The redhead on Larxene’s bed was getting rather comfortable with his position. Too comfortable.
Shrugging, the blonde spun around once in the chair, stopping the rotation with her knee against the computer desk. There was a small figurine next to the laptop, a little boy holding a balloon. Attached to the boy by a small strip of metal was a puppy. She didn’t know where it came from, nor did she care, but it would finally serve it’s purpose.
"You’re supposed to be the lady killer, you figure it out."
Taking the small metal statue in her hands, she ripped the dog off and tossed the boy in the trash. "But if I’m not impressed…" with one quick motion, she snapped the canine’s head off and threw it at the wall, embedding it completely. "You’ll end up like our fine friend Fido."
Now, when little dog's heads were thrown at him, Reno found it an appropriate time to be freaked out. Sitting straight up on the bed he fisted a hand into his hair and blinked rapidly at the blonde before him.
"Jesus woman!" Yeah, she was a lot like Elena. Maybe in a past life the two had been sisters, because there was more in common with them than Elena and Gun had ever had.
With a cocky smirk he only rolled his eyes, "Well apparently my charm just ain't enough for you, yo." Licking his lips, he rolled his neck one more time. "So what'dya want? Flowers, chocolates?"
Satisfied with his reaction, Larxene helped herself out of the stare and leaned over Reno to dig the dog from the wall. Using one hand for balance and her feet to avoid any unnecessarily sexual bodily contact with the man, she used her free hand to tear the little scrap of metal out of the plaster. Falling back into a fully balanced position, she held the dog head in front of his eyes.
"Wasn’t he a cutie?"
Tossing it into the trash, she resumed her spot on the bed, stretching her legs out for emphasis that it was, in fact, her bed.
"Flowers? Chocolates?" She repeated. "I thought you’d be more clever than that."
Disappointment nearly flooded through her, if not for the lacking of the ability to create said emotion. Perhaps he wasn’t into games after all. Pity.
Reno softly nodded his head about the dog just to humour her, but only shifted on the bed the tiniest bit to let her fully stretch her legs. More clever? Of course Reno could be more clever, but clever in a way that assured he wasn't going to leave the room alive. Oh what the Hell…
"Well I woulda got you a heart, but I don't remember being able to buy those at the corner store."
Flicking her eyes towards him, Larxene smiled.
"You thought of that? How sweet."
It was true, to an extent. She was more… surprised that he had mentioned it at all. Didn’t men tend to forget the little things about women? Didn’t they usually forget the big things? Weren’t they more like Fido the headless dog?
Apparently not.
Seeing that she was not only smiling, but that he was still breathing, Reno reminded himself to let out a huge sigh of relief when he got back to his room. He didn't know what she seemed to be so happy about, considering he now knew she couldn't be happy; whether it was that he had had the balls to say something like that, or that he had remembered something like that.
Well, it wasn't everyday the Turk was told a person didn't have a heart; he assumed ShinRa may not have had one, or that it was shriveled and did nothing but pump blood. But the Doll really didn't have one, how could he forget something like that?
Whatever the truth, she seemed to be having some sort of fun, but even so Reno didn't like being toyed with. "This how you play with all your toys?"
If it was ever possible that the blonde Nobody could be insulted, it would have been at the very moment Reno opened his mouth. Narrowing her eyes and setting her gaze directly into his own, she let out a hiss of irritation.
"Normally my toys end up broken and useless. I thought I should spare you since you’re so damn charming. Perhaps I was wrong."
Tucking her knees under her bottom, she leaned forward and captured his chin in one of her hands, bringing his rather beautiful face mere centimeters from her own.
"I don’t like being wrong."
Reno let his lips turn up in a smile, enjoying the feel of her slender fingers against his face. Of course, there was more danger in the air than anything else you normally would have expected if you were to have just walked in and seen them. Danger was what Reno lived for though, along with a handful of other things, but that wasn't the point!
"Well then," the redhead cooed, turquoise hues shimmering, "I'd hate to disappoint."
Larxene leaned in as if to close the distance between the two of them, but seemingly deciding better of it, she took up his hands instead. Pinning them to the wall above his head, she massaged his palms gently with the heel of her own hands.
Looking down at him, she suddenly remembered he probably hadn’t locked the door. Thinking only for a second, her final conclusion was to screw it.
"I do hope you’ve come up with some ideas, Romeo," she told him, now playing with his fingers. One of her legs rose so she could press her knee against his chest as a reminder of who was in control.
To say he didn't mind being pinned underneath her was an understatement, he loved when Doll's took the incentive. She was a tease and he didn't think she even knew she was doing it. Unconsciously Reno played with her fingers, entwining them and such, seeing as how it was the only thing he really could do from his position.
And he was a far cry from any Romeo. Taking the risk, Reno leaned his head in so his cheek brushed hers and his breath was warm against her ear, "Oh I came with a few," he said with a sort of laugh, reverting back to his old self and whispering almost silently into her ear, "None that involve keeping our clothes on, though."
With his face so close to hers, Larxene failed to hesitate in nibbling on his earlobe. She hadn’t intended on making the first physical move, but she couldn’t take it anymore. Her body screamed desire even when her lack of a heart caused everything else to remain blank.
Sliding her hands off of his, down his arms shoulders and chest, she found the rest of the buttons on his shirt and made a laboriously slow effort in undoing them. The wait might have been killing her, but she wasn’t about to send any signals of this newfound weakness to Reno.
Buttons freed from their holes, Larxene pushed the white material, accompanied by the dark jacket, over his shoulders and down his arms so it pooled at his waist.
Reno let out a breathy laugh when he felt the tug of her teeth on his ear, not too surprised she had made the first move. Not that he had been scared too, he just didn't like the picture of her tearing out his larynx with her teeth. Now that he felt in the clear, however, he didn't wait another second to kiss and gently suck at the spot just below her ear against her jaw line.
Hands now freed, he slipped the rest of his arms out of the opened jacket and shirt, not bothering to push them down to the floor. His fingers then tiptoed across her stomach to either side of her hips, curling underneath the hem of the shirt she was wearing.
Now, even though the blonde had no heart, she still held nerves, adrenaline and all other bodily…crap. Reno’s mouth, kissing and sucking at a very sensitive place on her body sent a pulse (that had nothing to do with the cardio vascular system) through her entire body, particularly her more womanly parts.
His hands teased her abdomen, bringing themselves up under her nylon jacket. Why had she worn this again?
"The door’s unlocked," she breathed. It was a statement, one that someone would make for no reason at all, just because she [hadn’t exactly] felt the need to do or say something while her body was on fire. She didn’t think he would care, in fact, she wasn’t even sure he had heard her.
Reno could feel Larxene's skin heating up underneath his fingers and his lips turned up in a smirk against her skin. After successfully leaving one mark (that was ridiculously visible) he started on another just a little lower on her neck.
Until he was sure he had heard her say something, and pulled away breathlessly, slightly panting. "Hmm?" Whatever it was, it didn't stop him from continuing to travel his hands under her jacket.
Larxene closed her eyes and tiled her head back as Reno surfaced. She could feel the mark on her neck and wondered what Marluxia would say--or do, for that matter, then remember that she didn’t care.
"Door’s unlocked," she mumbled, not entirely sure of what she was saying.
Threading her fingers into his hair, she pulled him close to her, pressing her chest to his. She curiously questioned herself as to why he was snaking his hands up her jacket when it zippered down. Then again, people normally did, said, and thought random and strange things in these moments.
The Turk quietly groaned in protest and went back to her neck; wrapping one arm around her body and massaging his palm in a circle against the small of her back while he managed to unzip her jacket with the other hand from the inside.
Her words were an indication she wanted him to get up and lock the door, but being pushed against was a whole other story. "Is that so?" he muttered against her neck, then moved away from the wall until she was rested on her back and he was hovered over her.
"Guess I should go fix that, then?" he made as if to get off the bed, but stalled to see if she really cared or not; he knew he didn't. Anyone looking for him wouldn't be coming to her room, and she wasn't expecting anyone except him, now was she?
As Reno moved to lock the door, Larxene shot out a hand to wrap tightly around his wrist. She couldn’t help but smile a wide, slightly threatening, seductive smile.
"I thought you were a real man," she said, lifting her nose slightly. "What’s the matter? You scared?"
She knew he wasn’t. He wanted her too much at this very moment to care. She was unable of caring. Should anyone walk in, they’d die. Plain and simple.
Ridding herself of the jacket, which she tossed unceremoniously onto the floor, the blonde hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, pulling him back to her. Her smile turned up more on one side, transforming into more of a sardonic grin.
"Your pants are going to be a bit of a burden, my dear," she noted, glancing down at the clothing he still wore.
When she had spoken, Reno had whipped his head from looking at the door to her face, eyes narrowed into turquoise slits not in anger but more of an 'you little smartass' attitude.
Of course he had been ready to reply with his own bitter statement, but his lungs seemed to collapse when she had wrapped her leg around him, and even though he was overtop her, she seemed to still be in complete and utter control.
He had been too busy mapping his eyes over her body, fingers feathering over the sides of her bare torso. All he caught was something about his pants, and he looked up and then followed her gaze.
"Right, those," he pulled himself up into a sitting position and easily undid the button and zipper of the dark slacks. In one fluid motion they were crumpled on the floor and he was over her in nothing but navy blue and red checkered boxers.
As soon as her partner freed himself of his pants, Larxene wasted no time in following suit. They were passed seduction at this point, so she didn’t see any reason to have him remove the garment for her.
Slightly out of breath from wiggling herself out of the pants, Larxene lay panting beneath him. Though she had decided against a bra, panties had been, and would continue to always be, a must. Today she had chosen something simple. She had always preferred boy shorts; sexy lingerie just wasn’t her thing. White boy short panties with black trim were the lucky contestants. A small, rather innocently cute penguin sitting on a sled eating an ice cream cone decorated the front and if the owner of these festive little panties knew anything about the man hovering above her, it was the fact that Reno probably wanted to murder that penguin a thousand times over lest he interfere again.
Now, had Reno really, really cared to indulge deeper on Larxene's choice of underwear, it would have been that he sat back and laughed. Of course, the only thing that interested him about the penguin clad garments was that they were still on her body, and not on the floor.
In seconds he had remedied the situation, helping her tug off the underwear and just as quickly doing the same with his boxers. Locking the door was definitely out of the question now, he thought and let out a breathy scoff.
As if the penguin hadn't been an interruption enough however, now they had a somewhat more moral dilemma. His eyes searched up her body and then looked at the bedside table. There was no way she had any condoms in the drawer, and although food would appear when you needed it, Reno highly doubted the mansion was that well prepared.
As the panties were discarded, Larxene arched her back to show her impatience. She slid her hands up the sides of his face aiming for the fiery strands atop his head when her fingers collided with something hard. She felt around a bit and recognized it, even if through a sensual haze, to be his goggles. Without a second thought, she tore them off and tossed them onto the computer chair then proceeded to thread her fingers into his hair.
She drew him closer, kissing him full on the lips, last shred of care for anything else disintegrating. Her tongue ran across his bottom lip and her teeth nibbled at it. She pressed their chests together again, needing to feel the heat of skin against skin.
"Reno," she panted, breaking the kiss and nipping at his various facial features. It wasn’t like her to be so forward in her actions, but at the same time, when she wanted something, Larxene made sure she had it.
She barely registered him turning to the bedside table as she went to work on his neck, but she knew what it meant.
"You’re being foolish," she told him. "Do you actually think I would give you a child?"
Reno was actually a little upset his goggles had been so carelessly tossed to the side. Even if she had had the courtesy to make sure they didn't end up on the floor where they could get stepped on later, like the pair he had broken a month or so back. Okay, with that in mind, these ones didn't mean as much to him; but his goggles, new or not, were one of the things that made Reno, Reno.
Of course, once he was distracted with the kiss, he could have easily cared less about his clothes or accessories, and pressed his mouth strongly against hers until she pulled away and started at his neck.
Brought back to reality (or whatever reality he could be brought back to in this place) by her words, Reno turned his head back to her, tilting his chin up to give her a larger range as he pressed his fingertips firmly against her hips. "Guess I am…" he muttered, massaging his fingers up her torso and then realized he was unconsciously searching for a pulse. Just a little unnerving, yes.
She wasn’t entirely certain where his hands were on her body, but Larxene didn’t particularly care at the moment. Ensuring that the redhead would have marks on his neck twice the size of her own, she let her hands wander.
She caressed his shoulders, slid over the smoothness of his chest and with feather touches, trickled a path down to where many a woman had been before. The center of Reno’s being, the place a male’s pride was stored and kept away until he felt the need to show it off.
Biting down on his neck, she grasped his manhood with one of her hands and with the other, found (though she’d never remember how) the fingers he was using to set her body on fire.
"Magnificent," she whispered, feeding his ego while she licked at the wound she had left just above his shoulder.
Reno groaned strongly at the hold, wincing and pulling his shoulder away a little when she bit him. The air causing it to sting and mix with the pleasure.
He entwined his fingers with hers, squeezing her hand gingerly as he shifted to rest on his elbows comfortably. His other arm snaked beneath her, his fingers massaging the small of her back as he braced against his own body.
Uncurling his fingers from hers, he dragged them down the center of her body and then lifted them at the last second to wrap his hand around the one that held him, pulling it away and lifting it to pin above her head. The redhead blew some hair from his face and lowered his mouth to the middle of her throat, nipping carefully and leaving bright red marks in a crooked line on the pale skin.
Larxene grinned as her hands were pinned above her head. How cute. He was trying to take control. She’d play along for a little while, but never would she submit completely. This was a game to her, entirely revolving around who had power over whom.
"I do hope you’re enjoying yourself," she told him, closing her eyes. I certainly would be.
"You’re teasing me," she hissed, shifting to offer him her breasts. "I’ve decided you’re in a position to discover if I’m contagious or not."
It wasn’t exactly something the both of them didn’t already know, but she didn’t want to completely ruin the mood by breaking free of his hold, which was surprisingly stronger than she imagined. He wasn’t going lightly with her. He knew her strength.
Reno didn't hesitate; kissing up her neck, across her lips, and down the other side until he had one breast in his mouth and was teasing the flesh violently. He muttered something, releasing her hand and pulling his other arm from underneath her before he realized she probably hadn't been able to hear him.
"Must be part of my charm," he panted, resting his hands against her hips and positioning himself properly. Without any warning, he entered her in one strong shove, bending to lower his head and bring his tongue to make lazy circles around her navel.
Larxene threw her head back, wiggling her wrists against his hold. Two could most definitely play at this game.
Breaking free, she pushed him off of her, though not breaking their connection and grabbing his hair with both her hands, pushed him down to lie flat on his back. She wiggled slightly, adjusting herself for comfort and accommodation of his size.
With her two legs on either side of his hips and her fingers all caught up in his hair, she leaned down to him, nipples hardened by arousal brushing lightly against his chest. She took his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked on it, now running her slender hands through the soft mess atop his head.
The redhead gasped slightly as his body fell against the mattress beneath him. She caught on quick, didn't she? Strongly he gripped her thighs to balance her as he shifted against the bed, stretching his spine and bucking his hips into the air.
Even with his ego, Reno never understood just what was so damn fascinating about his hair, but something about it was desirable, and the feel of someone tugging their fingers through it brought him relief from the constant pressure headaches he would get.
Leaving one hand at the curve of her hip, he pushed the other up her body until he had one breast cupped and was massaging it roughly while he tried to further the attack on his lip into a kiss.
There was no reason to keep her plaything waiting any longer. Following his rhythm, Larxene lifted herself from him, then settled back down again, creating a ridiculously incredible friction. His pace was quick, hungry and demanding. Quick and hungry she could and would deal with. Demanding was her job.
Complying with his want for kisses, she eased off with her teeth. His assault on her breast sent her senses reeling and she moaned softly against his mouth.
"You’re being such a good boy," she breathed. And he was. She couldn’t remember the last time a toy of hers had been this successful and fulfilling. Most of them broke beforehand leaving her bored and tired.
With a rather unladylike grunt, she ground her hips against his in a silent reminder of uke and seme.
"Just playing, by the rules," Reno grunted between kisses; bringing the hand that had been against her waist up and just under the curve of her other breast.
He bit back moans at the pace she had created, feeling the bed lightly tap against the wall with every strong shove. She definitely knew what she was doing, and he definitely needed to make that door.
"Don’t hold it in," she demanded softly. "I need to hear exactly what I do to you."
Breaking their mouths apart, Larxene brought her hands from his hair to his shoulders which she used to lift the upper half of her body up slightly. The warmth they had created between them disappeared, but as she cast him a wicked smile, she knew it would return in a moment.
Along with matching his thrusts, she began to grind and rock against him, creating sensations from all sides. The bed was rocking steadily now and she was nearly thankful that it didn’t creak. As much as she wouldn’t mind killing an intruder, she wasn’t exactly about to let her fun die just yet.
If any of his fellow Turks had heard the noises coming from his own room, they would have known when to turn around and just come back later; but Reno didn't know what any of Larxene's little friends might think or do, mainly to him. He hadn't talked to any of them yet, except for the one, Marluxia, who did seem to be a bit protective of the doll.
As she sat up over him, the redhead flicked hair out of his eyes and watched with glazed over turquoise hues; she had a thin, fragile figure at first glance, but she was definitely anything but once you got close enough, and Reno was might close enough.
And to top it all off, she had an ego to rival his own, which only fueled the fire as he strongly held onto her sides and directed her in a circular motion, groaning as he did so.
Larxene noticed her partner seemed to be slightly caught up in thought, so she reached one hand down to tease one of his nipples. He was making noises now and that pleased her. She hated when people kept their feelings in. If you’re going to have them, you might as well use them.
"I’m impressed," she told him, moving to his direction. She didn’t expect him to respond.
Sliding down again, she placed her elbows on either side of his head. She kissed his forehead, temples, eyelids, nose, and cheeks. Settling her mouth directly next to his ear, her tongue darted in momentarily while one hand explored his body.
"What do you want me to do, my pet?" she asked him huskily. "I can show you paradise."
Reno's eyes fluttered closed and he sighed happily, finding his fingers twisting into her blonde hair and only for a second wondering how the two sets of bangs fell down like that; then again, Strife's hair was an even bigger bewilderment, so this was almost understandable.
He welcomed the numerous kisses, setting his own lips on whatever area he could in return and feeling his body heat up and a tiny spasm in the pit of his stomach. Her words were almost intimidating, but Reno only groaned into her own ear.
"Hey now, I'm not wearing a leash just yet," he muttered, pressing his fingertips against her hip some more and rocking their bodies more feverishly.
Nipping his earlobe in response to his rebuke, she lowered her voice slightly, answering her own question.
"I know exactly what you want," she sighed, dipping her head to suck on and play with his collarbone. This was a sensitive spot in any human being which she had in the past used to arouse. Larxene needn’t use such cheap methods with Reno, however; he knew how to play her way.
Flicking her tongue inside the hollow spot, she rocked furiously, demanding that he speed up. Small flashes of light were beginning to appear before her eyes and her mind had left her at a complete abandon. She wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer and if she ever wanted to play again, there was no way she could leave him unsatisfied.
"Oh yeah?" He pushed his head back until he was staring upside down at the wall, stretching so his collarbone was even more defined and moaning behind tight lips. She knew what she was doing, that much was obvious. Reno definitely enjoyed playing these kinds of games.
Catching the demand, the redhead attempted to prop himself on his elbows and hold onto her thighs at the same time. He managed to lift one arm and wrap it around her back; the other softly pressing against her head.
In seconds he had pushed the both of them into a sitting position, and then just as quickly dropped Larxene onto her back, making sure he didn't hit her head. He easily sped up now, grunting and nudging his forehead against her shoulder with strong pants.
The sounds of his grunts and pants sent chills throughout Larxene’s entire body and as he switched positions again, she moaned out loud. It was a light, feminine sound, contrasting with his deep masculine pleasure noises.
The blonde wrapped her legs around Reno’s body, feet setting on the small of his back, pressing him closer with each thrust.
"Oh God, Reno," she groaned, scratching a full set of paths down his back with her fingernails. She clawed at his shoulders in an attempt to bring him closer than humanly possible.
With his face turned slightly away from her, she couldn't see the large and ridiculously childish smile plastered over his face. If there was one thing that made his ego explode, it was always and would always be hearing his name called out like that.
Reno had had many a lover, and many a wound from said activities, so feeling the scratches burn against the now humid air of the room was nothing new. Not to say it still didn't burn, though; he brought one hand up to his shoulder, taking one of her hands from his body and lacing their fingers together.
"Y'don't want to break me," he purred, trailing hungry kisses in a diagonal from her breast up to her ear and trying to go just a little faster for her.
Larxene squeezed the hand laced with hers, breath coming in gasps now. The bed was banging against the wall as if it wanted to break right through and as if to tell them that it hurt, said structure dumped an object off a shelf and onto the fornicating couple.
"Oh fuck," she cursed, half the same way she had ground out Reno’s name only seconds before and half in a [not-so] panicked agitation. With her free hand, she reached for the stuffed fox and tossed it in the general direction of his goggles.
"Broken animals are easier to train," she gasped.
A thin layer of sweat covered the two now and if they had been observed from a distance, they may have seemed to be shimmering in the moonlight. A serene image of two lovers caught in each other’s embrace much like those of an old tragic tale. They were, however, not lovers, but simply two creatures with need for release. There was no love exchanged here, and nothing more than animalistic desires had drawn them together.
Coming closer to her climax, Larxene bucked her hips wildly, trying to find Reno’s face that she might kiss him again.
"Reno, Reno, Reno," she chanted in between powerful kisses.
A bright white light exploded before her closed eyes and she tensed, clinging to him more forcefully than ever. Taking complete control of his mouth, she darted her tongue in and out, then tugged on his bottom lip. Unconsciously changing her mind, she threw her head back in what would have been sheer ecstasy, crying out the name of the man above her.
The redhead tensed up, his empty hand pushing against her body and mapping it out blindly strong enough to leave bruises later on before he twisted his fingers into the sheets for a better balance. Now that she had had hers, he could have his, and Reno did nothing but shove his whole body against her; fully concentrated on her body, and the wound up tension in his stomach.
He returned the kiss greedily, and let out a frustrated groan when she pulled away, immediately bringing his hand up and using his thumb on her chin to tilt her head back down and begin another crude kiss.
After a minute or two that seemed like hours, Reno followed suit with his own orgasm, his one hand squeezing hers tightly while the other ripped into the sheets it was tangled in. Reno was never one for making a mantra of his partners name, instead he always seemed to mutter out a string of vulgarities mixed with various grunts and groans.
He relished in the fulfilling yet emptying feel of his release, slowing his pace to make it last as long as he could before it was too much and he collapsed over her, breathing faltered and heavy.
Laying in a tangle of limbs, the blonde began to catch her breath. Her body was heavy and it took so much effort in opening her eyes that she decided against it. The laborious breathing of her partner reminded her that she had fallen in to submissiveness. Next time that would be changed.
"I think I have to keep you," she mumbled nearly incoherently. "And you still…" the rest of her sentence trailed off as she lost all ability to make any movements. Sleep was coming to claim her and she wasn’t entirely sure she would fight it.
Summoning strength, she patted around the bed for a pillow, but gave up after about five seconds. She squeezed his hand again with the last bit of energy she had before letting the dreamless darkness capture her entirely.
Reno smirked and carefully slid off of her, propping his elbow onto the bed and resting his head on a closed fist. "Door," he muttered, "I know."
He stuck out his tongue, regardless that her eyes were closed and she was almost asleep. He felt his own arms and legs turning into concrete, but staying in her room, let alone her bed, may give her the wrong impression about him, which he knew they both knew wasn't true. Besides, it wasn't like he was completely running off; their rooms were right beside each other.
Swinging his legs over the bed, he searched the floor with his toes until he caught hold of his boxers and pulled them on. Next he slipped into the discarded slacks, not bothering to button or zip them. Next he searched for his shirt, and found it hanging off the edge of the bed. He didn't bother to do it up as he stood and grabbed his goggles, stuffing them into his pocket.
Turning back to the bed, he washed his eyes over her body and then took a few steps, leaning over and tugging the long forgotten sheets over her. "I'm gonna go back to my room," he whispered, knowing that she probably couldn't hear him, but at least he'd have a defense if she got mad later on. With that, he slipped out of the room and into the hallway, glad there was no one walking around, considering it was more than obvious by the redheads appearance what had gone on. Once in his own room, Reno collapsed on the bed and drifted into sleep.