Continuing the story arc
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Rufus/Tseng
PG13, 685 words
"We're probably too late for the damned meeting, but rush this file up to the President's office, anyway. Maybe his secretary can get it to him."
That was Verdot's instructions to Tseng as he handed over their newest information on Avalanche, delivered hours too late because of interference from that self-same terrorist group. Only... only the President's secretary wasn't likely to be much help to them since she apparently had her hands full with the President's son - quite literally.
Rufus had to have been around eighteen or nineteen at the most, only three years Tseng's junior, but he was apparently intent on getting to know the forty-ish woman very well; one of his hands was tucked into the edge of her blouse while he was kissing her. As for the President's most loyal assistant, her face had the bemused-but-not-displeased expression of someone who was flustered and flattered all out of her normal competency.
Only Tseng's quick wits and soft tread saved him from walking in on them completely, from turning the scene into a complete disaster. One brief glimpse and he pulled back enough not to intrude on them. Then, pacing back a few soft steps, he took a deep breath and called out a greeting to a non-existed coworker before counting to five and then heading back into the President's waiting room.
This time the pair were three feet apart when he entered, and the only signs of their tryst were her heightened color, and a nervous hand that smoothed over her hair. Rufus Shinra looked as bored as ever, arms crossed as he checked his watch, and Tseng wasn't at all sure if he was relieved or offended. Perhaps he wasn't the only one, because as soon as he offered her the file, the secretary bolted from the room to run it over to him.
"What do you think you're doing? She's old enough to be your mother," the censure escaped from Tseng's mouth before he even managed to think it through. Fortunately, his brain was following closely, enough so that he answered for the Shinra heir, "Information."
Rufus apparently found his own nails fascinating, "She know everyone the old man talks to, everywhere he goes, everyone he sees... She can even set 'Dad' and me up for a cozy lunch one of these days. If I want to know what he sees... all I ever need to do is look through her eyes." Finishing his speech with a smirk that never reached his eyes, Rufus stepped forward to pat Tseng on the shoulders as if he were comforting a large child, "Don't worry about it - it's just the game. Everyone uses everyone else - Father, Verdot, me, you, even Mrs. Seibel.... We all get something out of this or we wouldn't play at all."
"That's not right...," Tseng scowled down at the handsome face with it's narrow, unblemished nose, and wondered why more people hadn't actually punched it. Probably the pristine line of that nose was only saved by Shinra's reputation and power. "You're wrong to use people like this."
"Why, Tseng... what's wrong with it?" The confidence held by the Shinra was absolute, "Unless...." Now something in his expression came alive as he looked into Tseng's elegant face, and the pale eyes burned with glacial fire. The hand resting on Tseng's shoulder slipped lower, fingers splaying wide to press against the muscles beneath the smooth fabric of the jacket as he leaned closer still, the heat of that hand burning him. "Unless what really bothers you is that I wasn't kissing you, instead...."
Alarmed, Tseng didn't even remember how the blond had gotten within his guard and he knocked Rufus backward with a sweep of his arm. "That's... that's not it! It's just... just if you are using her... then do what you can to protect her from being hurt by your games - that's all."
Rufus had looked equally startled by the sudden movement, and for a brief moment perhaps even disappointed, then the smooth smile was back in place as if it had never slipped. "I'll see what I can do."
"Just for you."
Rufus/Tseng
PG13, 685 words
"We're probably too late for the damned meeting, but rush this file up to the President's office, anyway. Maybe his secretary can get it to him."
That was Verdot's instructions to Tseng as he handed over their newest information on Avalanche, delivered hours too late because of interference from that self-same terrorist group. Only... only the President's secretary wasn't likely to be much help to them since she apparently had her hands full with the President's son - quite literally.
Rufus had to have been around eighteen or nineteen at the most, only three years Tseng's junior, but he was apparently intent on getting to know the forty-ish woman very well; one of his hands was tucked into the edge of her blouse while he was kissing her. As for the President's most loyal assistant, her face had the bemused-but-not-displeased expression of someone who was flustered and flattered all out of her normal competency.
Only Tseng's quick wits and soft tread saved him from walking in on them completely, from turning the scene into a complete disaster. One brief glimpse and he pulled back enough not to intrude on them. Then, pacing back a few soft steps, he took a deep breath and called out a greeting to a non-existed coworker before counting to five and then heading back into the President's waiting room.
This time the pair were three feet apart when he entered, and the only signs of their tryst were her heightened color, and a nervous hand that smoothed over her hair. Rufus Shinra looked as bored as ever, arms crossed as he checked his watch, and Tseng wasn't at all sure if he was relieved or offended. Perhaps he wasn't the only one, because as soon as he offered her the file, the secretary bolted from the room to run it over to him.
"What do you think you're doing? She's old enough to be your mother," the censure escaped from Tseng's mouth before he even managed to think it through. Fortunately, his brain was following closely, enough so that he answered for the Shinra heir, "Information."
Rufus apparently found his own nails fascinating, "She know everyone the old man talks to, everywhere he goes, everyone he sees... She can even set 'Dad' and me up for a cozy lunch one of these days. If I want to know what he sees... all I ever need to do is look through her eyes." Finishing his speech with a smirk that never reached his eyes, Rufus stepped forward to pat Tseng on the shoulders as if he were comforting a large child, "Don't worry about it - it's just the game. Everyone uses everyone else - Father, Verdot, me, you, even Mrs. Seibel.... We all get something out of this or we wouldn't play at all."
"That's not right...," Tseng scowled down at the handsome face with it's narrow, unblemished nose, and wondered why more people hadn't actually punched it. Probably the pristine line of that nose was only saved by Shinra's reputation and power. "You're wrong to use people like this."
"Why, Tseng... what's wrong with it?" The confidence held by the Shinra was absolute, "Unless...." Now something in his expression came alive as he looked into Tseng's elegant face, and the pale eyes burned with glacial fire. The hand resting on Tseng's shoulder slipped lower, fingers splaying wide to press against the muscles beneath the smooth fabric of the jacket as he leaned closer still, the heat of that hand burning him. "Unless what really bothers you is that I wasn't kissing you, instead...."
Alarmed, Tseng didn't even remember how the blond had gotten within his guard and he knocked Rufus backward with a sweep of his arm. "That's... that's not it! It's just... just if you are using her... then do what you can to protect her from being hurt by your games - that's all."
Rufus had looked equally startled by the sudden movement, and for a brief moment perhaps even disappointed, then the smooth smile was back in place as if it had never slipped. "I'll see what I can do."
"Just for you."
