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[Final Fantasy VII] No one prays to Midgar ~ Tseng / Aeris

Title: None Please to Midgar
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Tseng / Aeris
Genre: Introspective , Erotic, Sentimental
Raiting: definitely red ...
Word count: 5000
Notes: Many descriptions of sex, many more topics sacrilegious intercourse with a minor ... and should be ', is the P0rn Fest after all.
Prompt: Churches

Aeris, sly smile, a little reckless. She has big eyes and tiny mouth. It 'pretty shameless, falters age between an adult and a child is fifteen and a half. Sometimes toyed as a little girl, sometimes it's a quiet girl who grows flowers and made with care and sometimes it's both things.
Like now, for example, who plays the woman wearing a long satin skirt, red and white, puffy, and canvas ballerina shoes that reveal a feminine child, not yet blossomed. That dress is an elegant dress, the dancers who are not stocking heels, is all too mature to be crisp and colorful.
to play better to make the woman sitting next to him on the bench in mahogany with green fabric, too big for one person and too narrow for two. Thus, crosses her legs to feel better, the skirt falls back, revealing a portion of striped panties.
is not a deliberate action, the streets of Aeris is more modest, walks with extreme caution to hide the legs. But here, in her living room, is used to show the man who knew as a child. With Tseng allows you the freedom that is not with anyone else, as if the two intercorresse a familiarity between blood relatives.
Tseng has twenty-seven, as opposed to a man she has already, and today is the man who has noticed the girl, its part of the woman, even if only hinted at. It 'a loan shark and a killer, but Aeris does not know, I do not even imagine, as absolutely can not imagine what it would do so on the sofa in mahogany, that first sultry afternoon in the blazing sun.
you have a tangerine in her hand, pulls him into the air and the claw on the fly a couple of times, peeling the top layer, it affects on a star with the crooked nails.
"Do not play with food," warns the Tseng with a tone somewhere between hard and indifferent, like a parent who yells at his son to join a Community obligation, not because gli importa veramente. Aeris arriccia il naso, impermalita per la ramanzina. Continua a fare ciò che faceva, senza dire niente.
Anche Tseng si permette certe libertà con lei, non le subisce soltanto. Le ruba il mandarino dalle mani e ne mangia due spicchi.
“Ehi!” esclama Aeris, infastidita e divertita, che allunga il braccio per riprendersi il frutto. Si tende verso di lui, verso l'uomo che frappone la mano per difendersi, istintivamente, e le tocca un seno senza volerlo.
“Scusa,” dice. Era uno scusa studiato, calcolato come la strategia di una missione, un assassinio ben congegnato. In questo modo le ha appena detto che adesso è a woman who has a breast that is no longer the child and physically immature and chest plate, and that he is a man and has noticed.
So even if everything seems back to normal and she gets back next to him, made up, something changes.

On the same bench in mahogany, days later, Tseng resting, eyes closed, relax. Is awakened from her, smiling and cunning does not have a Mandarin play with, then she started straddling him, as he did as a child.
"I did not get invited home to sleep," she says. It 'an ambiguous phrase may mean that he invited to stay with him and may mean that he wants to do with the other. The little girl is one shameless rogue and a provocative woman.
Man, then, lies in the game, but only covertly. Stretches, stretches out his arm and hand, again, rests on her breast.
"Sorry," he says, just like the first time, but now Aeris is not naive, he expected this to happen already prepared to respond potergli:
"Never mind."
It is not a no matter true, but it does not matter which means you do not mind, she would like it to continue. Little is the age of curiosity, the discovery of sexuality. Do not know what a refresh button boobs. Finds out his hand to Tseng, who is back on her, big enough to take the whole breast, hard, bitter, like a pear harvest too early. Aeris
hear the door creak and jumps to his feet. His mother is in front of her that is upright and rigid. Then, looking left, he sees the Turk sitting on the bench in mahogany.
"Aeris, it should be 'in the room," he says Elmyra, before the child could even just say hello.
"Why?" The girl vexed question.
'Go and just, "the intimate mother peremptory. Aeris as a child makes a grimace, clenched his fists and started for the stairs. When Elmyra hear the door to his room closing addresses to the Turk a significant look, full of anger and dismay.
"Why is our house? The Shinra has enabled this, too, now? It goes that far just to spy on my daughter? "
" There are orders given by the Shinra, "says Tseng only.
"So it is no longer here. I do not want to see it again in my home. "He nods
only coming from the outside and the door is closed behind him. Arriving at the wooden fence
hear the rustle of some leaves. Up there, on the yellow wall of the house, there is a climber that shakes to shake and above it, clinging precariously, Aeris is coming down from the upstairs window. When a jump a bit 'awkward reach to the ground, close to the Turk and kisses him on the mouth, rising on his feet. It 'a little' low, did not reach the height that has to eighteen years, but that she welcomes it, on tiptoe, the book makes the scene to that of a classic love films, those in black and white.
And the kiss of him is long, hot, breathless, just from camera. The first time

Tseng slips a hand under her panties are in her garden by night. For Aeris is totally unexpected, new, clinging to the wall of the house, trembling like a leaf out of fear and excitement. He understands that she is the first time, that no one has ever stuck a hand down there, so he decides that it is too early to penetrate, let your fingers rub the clitoris. Do you know where to look without touching, him, twenty-seven years has had its many sexual experiences, not as children of friends who always tell Aeris finger and too uncertain too violent, too narrow cracks. Thinking about what she feels lucky because she found someone who knows how to treat a woman, and she likes this man, his being a mature and experienced about sex. The fear is gone, now there is only excitement.
begins to pant beneath his touch, his fingers, and had never experienced anything like it, did not even know where to look for something similar. It clings to the shoulder of Tseng, the closer to him, cheek to cheek. And so the legs stiffen, trembling, and moaning in his ear to Tseng, a wail that is actually held back a little cry when he arrives at last orgasm.
The Turk takes her hand from sex, departs from Aeris and look, you see the red face of ecstasy.
"Go home," he says, and here, in this fatherly care, she finally becomes aware of how odd this man, how is able to embody the role of father and lover at the same time.

When they walk down the street do not kiss, never even touch, if only to join hands. They are as far apart as they always have been. E 'in her garden in the evening, everything changes. There are no longer the killer who oversees the girl and the Ancient chased by Shinra, Tseng's work ends at the doorstep Gainsborough, and then become lovers.

It 's the same time, the same garden, a different day. She is back against the wall with your legs slightly apart, the finger of that this time he goes deeper, s'intrufola in sex, in the narrow cavity and a virgin girl. E 'a stranger annoying at first, then Aeris will get used to this, another finger and hand pressure to move fast.
A shock of pleasure through the back of Aeris. The orgasm is different from what was the first time.
The index and middle fingers of the Turk, she came out, they are wet of his moods and his blood. The man chased them clean with a handkerchief from his pocket.
E 'used the bloodstains and knows how to get rid, but are rarely derived from a broken hymen. It 's a result of his work. The person who kills even hide it well knows well.
The girl is a bit 'shaken by this strange discovery of red between the toes of the Turk.
"It 's normal," Tseng explains. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she says, then, smiling, already thinking of something else, says,
"My mom has not come back."
The small rash follows the location of the buttons on the jacket of man with his finger, starting from the collar to the hem, then fiddles with the belt. There is a curiosity and a little panting 'indecent through with a flash of his eyes.
"How does the same thing to a man?" She asks. The Turk loose trousers, grabs Aeris wrist and brings his hand inside of them, to their sex. He tells her to close her fingers, to shake more, and she does, it strengthens his grip. Tseng moves the arm up and down, slowly, and when Aeris feel free to move around your wrist, letting it continue on its own.
The girl is clever, he understands everything without needing to know more, and after about ten minutes faster movements to cause him more pleasure. The hand is now agile, even safer. It blocks only open and close suddenly when he hears the front door of the house to the opposite wall, but resumed almost immediately, without further badarci.
"It 's got your mother," Tseng says the belief that no one has noticed. In response Aeris kisses him on the neck, getting on the jaw line that smells of aftershave, driving down to the chin. Turk warns of unchecked grief that tickles my forehead, and welcomes it, she likes the idea to give him this strange euphoria. Meanwhile
Elmyra came home, saw the lights out, does not find his daughter and called loudly from the living room, but little altered, although he feels, does not answer, does not stop for a moment to waste time in front of the man who.
"E 'risky ..." he says Tseng, and lock the wrist.
Aeris is released abruptly from the close of the Turk and, smiling, his hand begins to move, even managing to take the fun from the dangerous situation. It 'a little bastard, he thinks, just a little rascal.
Elmyra, alarmed and angry, far more than six walls in there and that is not answered, calls her daughter a second, third, fourth and fifth time. At the sixth
Tseng reaches orgasm. It emits a groan louder the other, shaking the girl with her arm around his shoulder and is in the hand. Aeris merely observe it for a moment from the corner in the eye, a mixture of amazement and satisfaction, slips from his grasp and runs fast at home.
The mother sees her in passing that runs into the bathroom, the following major steps, down the handle of the door and realizes that it is locked.
"Where?" He asks angrily from behind the door. The daughter is not responding.
"So?"
"I looked at the flowers, Mom."
"At midnight?"
the prolonged silence of the girl, Elmyra gets impatient.
"You're a liar! What have you done so far? "Angry screams. Aeris says nothing, not now that much more important, is committed to stand the test off. The jet of tap water is deafening, bursting, as that strange sensation on his hand, still sticky and dirty with semen.

"My mom has raged for the last time and I was forbidden to go out at night," she says Aeris along the narrow streets full of shops in the Sector 6.
"He discovered something?"
"No," answered the girl, then, reflecting a bit ', lively exclaims:
"At home no one will disturb us!"
"My home is in the building of Shinra."
Aeris becomes serious and wrinkled her nose, upset.
"Why are you so repulsive? The President would be glad that you finally give us a hand, you know that it is never too late to change his mind. "
" Do not talk about this, "she replies dryly. He hates when their roles become those of Turk and Ancient.
for a while 'do not say anything. That afternoon
Aeris decides to take a different way, just to do something new, to compensate for the fact that the evening will no longer be alone with him and all his days will be the same, will follow one another like the hands of a clock with a rate proceeding, a direction and a bike that will not change ever.
The surprise comes by accident, on a dusty road, between big exhaust pipes and shacks deserted. There is a church, tall, stately, a little 'run-down.
"Enter it!" Aeris said excitedly pointing his finger, which approaches the closed door and pushes him with all your strength. The man supports his right hand on the large door to help her, and finally, suffered with a rattle, the door opens. The church consists of a nave, columns and the sides are sturdy twin, the rusted iron lamps on the ceiling and off, in disuse for a long time.
"E 'giant' currency stunned Aeris, probing with his eyes from the main entrance to the altar in ruins. Tseng listless moans, takes a cigarette from the pack in his jacket pocket and lights it.
"No smoking in church," she scolds him Take off the roll of tobacco from his mouth.
"You never want me to smoke," the man joked.
'E' because I do not like to kiss you when you know you smoke, "she confesses, perhaps, older but not enough already, do not know the meaning of the term institutionalized adults and sacrilegious. Thus reflects the man, who remains seriously surprised when we hear, later, with an affirmation that comes from the mouth as a normal finding:
"And then, if you kiss me in that place, I'll smoke too there. "
Tseng laughs, one of the few times he does it taste. "This has never happened."
She smiles a smile that is designed to seduce, to provoke, but that is while the genuine smile of delighted children have amused adults. Small and big, Aeris is a conglomerate of both these powers, wears perfectly, without one more segments of the other, as if they were part of a natural balance that is simply unlike any other. E 'to this thinking while Tseng took her face in her hands.
"I could seriously fall in love with you," he says in a tone of joke, but it becomes frightening to realize how he chases the joke in reality all too close. It 'a stupid languor, a being that has no real source, a feeling that would never feel for her, the little reckless and rogue, who now laughs instead of answering, as amused by that statement.

Tseng decides it's time to take a cut in their game. Everything must go as it once was, before it is too late.

But he can not, and is stronger than him, regardless if they repeat it every day. And 'because Aeris smiles in that way, says things that no one ever says, naive, mischievous, spontaneous, bossy. And 'the way you clean the dusty skirt raising it all to one side and adhering to the legs, where it fills the pockets of the iris of her garden, in which dragging tired walking five in the afternoon, where he kneels in front of him in front of the entrance to the back room of a business block, a hot and humid morning over the other, to take the sex already stimulated in the mouth, to the end , clinging to the hem of his coat of enamel with painted nails adorned with flowers and light pink color. The head moves back and forth, the tufts on the front range and hide her face from the gaze of the Ancient Tseng. It reminds one afternoon seven years ago, when the time was just the first month of surveillance, and saw her swinging on a swing in the playground shabby and neglected to Midgar. His hair waved in the air just so.
man orgasm moans of pleasure, if you hear anything because no one gives in the midst of this indistinct voices of people two blocks away. Aeris walks away from him, wipes his lips and chin with his arm and smiles, that kind of smile that comes from something deep Tseng. Each residue of lust is gone, gone with the semen in her mouth. It 's another kind of requirement that the moves.
Help her to stand up, revolt against the wall and slips off her panties quickly, almost snatching. Aeris asks why he should remove them all to return the favor as usual, then answers itself, and upset, grabs the man for the shoulder.
"There ... so many people here, "he says, awed. But fear is not only derived from this. Tseng guess she had gone too far and have been impulsive. And now he finally makes it into account, it's really too late. Aeris is the spider, but if the network is created by itself and can not get out. He can not escape from the uncomfortable truth.

Since it can not do otherwise, Tseng decided to follow the desire and make her his. But there are opportunities to be alone, Aeris returns home before seven o'clock in the evening and the streets of Midgar are never empty, there is only room for a few abandoned railway, which is full of often poor and homeless of all kinds. After all those living in Midgar is almost always starving.
Don Corneo, the pig's most famous metropolis, check out all the way around the motel and a spy in disguise of Shinra. For a few more would be a bitch by the President to tell him that the killer of his company if done with the last of the Ancients in his double beds. Tseng
snorts and turns the steering wheel fast, the car swerves sharply to the twenty-seventh of the road sector 5.
"Eeehi ..." Reno is significant and amused tone in the back seat that leans forward with arms leaning on the backs of front seats. "When I do you always tell me to stop. A fine example that you give to your subordinates, Big Boss. "
" I think we should convince the President to exempt from its role in Don Corneo spy, "he begins Tseng laconic.
"Why? The best company I have always had of him! "
" Like Don Corneo? "Demand the head of Turk with irony. The red makes a face that is half amused and half annoyed.
"I girlie likes of Don Corneo. "
" Stop there, "intrudes sternly addressing Rude Tseng, indicating a point on the road with his finger. The car park in a driveway narrow and poorly lit, then the three out of the car. At least the work a bit distracted 'by the problems, thinks Tseng while away the safety of his gun. When they enter the store
materials Reno is the first to shoot. It is striking that the seller tries to escape through the window collapse on the windowsill, the blood flowing to the interior of the building. Rude catches the second target near the shelves of products, straight to the heart. Tseng it locates the third behind a closed door. A blow on the forehead between the eyes, as does best.
It remains only one, a hapless customer, who kneels on the ground terrified of giving up the goods just purchased at your feet.
"Tseng, he has nothing to do, right?" Rude calls closer to the unfortunate.
"No," replied the head as he turns a corpse upside down to search his pockets.
Reno puts the gun in the holster of his trousers, approached the survivor and hands him the bag with materials. "You better shove off, or will the cops indicted."
But that does not move a muscle, paralyzed with terror. The only what he can do is chant something between his teeth, eyes closed, with a trembling voice, tense and vibrating like a guitar string.
"Hey, boss!" Exclaims then Reno Air genuinely surprised, laughing, "this here is just praying! It 's the first time that someone pray to Midgar beak! "
Tseng turns to look bright red links, which smacks of revelation. 'It is true, no one prays to Midgar ... "No one prays
Midgar. Tseng

Half an hour later she was already in his flower garden. Aeris straightens his back as soon as he sees it, with the watering can still in his hands. This is looking in an unusual way. The man, always so self-assured, solemn as a sculpture in marble, has a look indecisive.
"My mom is at home," warns Aeris. Lay down the watering can and goes to Turk shoving his hands under his jacket, smile with amusement. "If you see here will be angry again."
"A Midgar nobody goes to church," proclaims Tseng. She stares at him becoming serious, with the same look bright man who has used that morning.
"Want Me Back?" Then asks the Turk. Aeris understand the intentions dell'uomo, sa che se accetterà dovrà andare fino in fondo, che non sarà come in strada o nel suo giardino dove tutto si riduce a un frettoloso amplesso a metà, non dopo l'episodio al retrobottega di tre mattine prima.
La piccola imprudente non ci mette molto a decidere e si fa strada un sorriso, un po' più smanioso del solito. Le risposte di Aeris sono quasi sempre dettate da sorrisi o bronci. L'uomo racchiude le mani della ragazza nelle proprie e la trasporta con sé, arridendo a sua volta.
E' così bella e adorabile la sua canaglia, grande ma non abbastanza da conoscere il significato adulto e istituzionalizzato del termine sacrilego.

When inside the church before even touching kiss, without saying anything. They are impatient, the same impatience that has made speed up their steps as soon as they spotted the sloping roof of the sacred. This time the rush is not a necessity derived from taxation in the garden outside as Gainsborough, is an uncontrolled craving that is strong and deep in their hearts. Leaning against the wooden confessional
down the aisle with her hand under her dress already unbuttoned Tseng, Aeris felt the direct touch of her fingers, the fingertips to keyboards and tickle the breasts under the bra. The free even of that, underwear, and she now naked, face up. The man sees her breasts for the first time. Resemble the calyx of a flower that has yet to bloom, small and round. Just a hand to encompass a whole, while it covers a large part of the mouth. Aeris repress a little cry of pleasure when the Tseng takes a nipple between his lips. Plunges his hand through his hair blacks and hugs him, moving his fingers on the collar of his jacket to levargliela off. Now the unbuttoning his shirt, he helps her, then he looses his pants.
It 's the first time you see Aeris's chest Tseng, as it was for him with her. Turk that, in the eyes of the girl has always been one with the his blue uniform, stripped to the waist is another person. It 's different and manly. Aeris remains unexpectedly delighted. When
are both completely naked there are roles, jobs or descendants of extinct races, I'm just a man and a woman, could be better than the streets of Midgar from a fleeting palpated and a stolen kiss.
He stretched his blue jacket on the girl abandoned on the creaky wooden beams. For the first time Aeris is in distress. He does not know what to do, what to do. Legs spread apart slightly and expects the move man. It 's like a lady without Damier and without shifts, where there is only a play and that is to Tseng. A single action and will inexorably eaten. The
put your fingers in sex with her mouth and teases her breasts again. He immediately understood what she likes. When after a while 'the toes of the Turk out of her wet, he understands that it is ready. The man walks away with standing up and looking to bust a few seconds, kneeling with her legs open.
It 's hard to say what he expected. In fact, did not try anything, no word, no reaction. The left has only a sort of pause for thought if he wanted to pull back, a chance to escape. Here, it was the nothing that he waited and hoped.
So without any more delay, Tseng penetrates. Aeris bends forward against his face. It's not like when he stuck his fingers in sex the first time, is a much more annoying bully, almost painful.
"You have to relax," Tseng says, and she tries, he succeeds when he, to make her feel more at home or something like that, kisses her neck and breasts. Aeris's muscles are stretched as Tseng and now can move inside her.
usually recognize themselves in their intimacy with the sound of the zip of his trousers and skirts loose between one movement and the other hand, in the restless rustle of clothes or jackets that rub against the wall. Currently wear anything, there are clothes that impede or interfere with their act, there is only the sound of flesh slamming into the meat.
Tseng grabs Aeris for the sides to bring it closer to himself and move faster. Their breath is uncontrolled, agitated, it becomes unmanageable to maintain even a minimum of composure. And in fact, now that the man so close to him as it had never happened, his torso leaning against her, she realizes that there is no attitude in him. His face is no longer stiff and lifeless as usual - a behavior resulted a form of professionalism all too diligent in small part of decency or, simply, by his natural position - now she sees a man relaxed, ecstatic, with narrowed eyes clouded by pleasure, covered with tufts blacks and subtle fall forward and ruin the hair combed back and always perfect. The girl takes her face in her hands, her face clear that does not hide anything, and kisses him in the mouth, sighs, and stealing facendoseli steal, confusing breaths.
Aeris is in that instant, uttering a cry to sob louder than the others, somewhere between that of a woman and a child. The Tseng follows a few minutes later, exiting quickly from her and splashed on her belly.
The Turk is stationary as it is, overhanging on all fours. The locks of her hair falling on the face of Aeris, which takes one in her fingers, she turns her head to look more closely and send the look over the tufts blacks in the direction of a hole in the wooden floor near the 'altar.
"There is a flower," she says breathlessly still in the body. It 's a yellow iris a bit' shrunken and bleached.

"Look at all the iris are grown in one month!" Exclaims excitedly Aeris just seen the Turk into the church. Next to her is a wicker basket empty, is new, just built. E 'was Elmyra to achieve them, proud of her daughter who now has found a job of its own. Grows and sells flowers in the streets. She likes the idea that small have such a strong spirit of initiative and inventiveness. Tseng
not even throw a glance with yellow irises next to the girl. Flank them and ignoring them deliberately stopping Aeris reaches behind her, bent over the flowers with a small rake in hand. Seen in this way, from a faraway look and impartial, she's a little 'everything and a bit' nothing - her flower, her brat, his work, his little rogue and reckless -, but when she bends to kiss her naked shoulder and caressing her breasts only gets his woman. She returns the gesture, leaving the small rake the soil moist and turning to him. She kisses him the way you like it, clinging to his neck and pulling him. A hand is already teasing him from under her underwear, while the other raises the long curl that Aeris keeps constantly in front of the ear, child and women at the same time as you.









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Then Zack fell from the roof and caught them in fragrant. xD Too bad it did not happen ...
Ok, here I was a little 'hard, are a sex which seems a bit' end in itself, but I like it. I wanted to do something about them. Tseng, temperamentally, is not far from the truth. For Aeris is different. I took the first game, which flirted with no trouble about Cloud, bold and direct. Here I imagined a teenager, which is even worse. But I like it. Who knows riuserò so ...
EDIT: I forgot to say ... I think that this fanfiction cabbage placed on the EFP: have enough requirements for banned for life, I think. xD

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[tekken] vermillion ~ sergei / nina

Title: Vermilion
Fandom: Tekken
Pairing: Sergei / Nina
Genre: Drama , Introspective, Erotic
Raiting: Orange
Word count: 3400
Link: EFP
Notes: A friend:)
Synopsis: Nina and Sergei a convention on arms in Las Vegas ... (Set after the Tekken 5 DR)

The meeting is one of those bunnies are typical of local Las Vegas. Her hair is fluffy and oxygenated, blue eye shadow and lipstick on a scarlet. It 's the beauty of American exasperation poor, he reflected, but as humorous and thought that her face does not suggest any fun, nor any other emotion. He sees her give him a business card of a car dealership in Carson City, while smiling and mechanically explains all the benefits that a person may be shopping for a company. He is not interested even the little they understand, but the nods and puts the business card in his pocket. After reaching the hall, threw it into a trash can.
Tropicana hotel and casino is going to be a conference, one of those secret enough that it should be set up in plain sight not to arouse the attention of the public eye, including tails, fish and slot machines. Each year, attended by representatives of the largest military in the world to discuss their new inventions. They update and at the same time keep away, as a kind of declaration of peace enforced, where everything is said and therefore each faction is forced to confront not, because any new weapon has been tested by enemy before the battle. It 'a common disadvantage. The Russian
Cherstvennikov knows why more smiles to the representatives of other companies to his own countrymen. It 's the head of Specnaz, wearing gaudy clothes foreigners, but here in Las Vegas, including bunnies, dwarfs and beggars and eccentric Texan farmers, no one notices. At his side there is the man who had received the business card of the car dealership, his partner, General Sergei Dragunov. He does not smile at anyone, or to nationals or foreigners.
They show the card to the guard posted outside the hall of the conference, after giving us an eye tells them to get dry with a nod of the head.
The conference is about to begin, he expects only the arrival of the last guests. Some people are still standing chatting in groups of three or four. Cherstvennikov shake hands with a tall blond man - perhaps French, German, perhaps - and says something in English a bit 'broken, the language of all. Sergei bows to the unknown in great ceremony. It is not a kindness or a favor owed, is just the fulfillment of a strictly military code.
He straightened his back and throws therefore look beyond the tall blond man's shoulder, the front door semi-open. There is a woman, he sees it in perspective. E 'in front of a mirror in gold leaf hanging above an antique chest of drawers that he takes off his sunglasses, it dissolves the hair and restart lisciandoseli with your hands. As he notes, it extends the tip of the lower lip vermilion lipstick, if it distributes pressing her lips together, rummaging through pockets looking for something and cracked a corner of his mouth.
Nina is late and has no time to change, so they arrange with what has been put on lipstick but does not have a clean handkerchief with which the excess spread on the inside of the lips. Your eye on a stack of business cards on the chest of drawers of the usual car dealership in Carson City, takes one, the one above all, and hugs from his lips. Imprint remains bright red, is fleeting, to resemble a kiss in passing. Join
salon, blond hair that sway with every step, the corduroy trousers blacks who adhere to its svelte legs. He sits at a table any, that is the first free, crumpled business card and leaves it on the wooden floor.
poaching its heels is the last thing I heard Sergei before Congress begins.

the break, approaches her. Nina is alone in front of the buffet, have a glass of scotch in one hand, the other under his arm close opposite the height of the ribs. It keeps your back straight and eyes on a picture hanging over the long table. It 's a faithful reproduction of The Rape of the Sabine David. The Sabine almost risk their lives to stop the battle between the Romans and their compatriots. It 'a painting a pacifist, but Congress is discussing weapons genocide. E 'out of place. His lips twist in a gesture of dissent, their crisp red vermillion shines even more.
Sergei is now a step away from Nina, who recognizes him and turns away. Her lips, now have become a precise, thin straight line.
"I know you," says Sergei, and is a conclusive finding, not a question. She team for a while '. This is not a target of a mission, he is still alive, thinks to himself, then it must have been a customer. Beyond that, excluding old friends and family, for her there are other ways of knowing someone. Then one comes to mind him.
"Have you participated in the Tekken tournament," Nina concludes, and this statement is true. The seem to remember, now, her face marked by war, with the irises that look dull that shine with a bright blue inconsistent. It looks like one of those dolls expressionless with eyes made of glass, iridescent hues.
"I Sergei Dragunov," presents him, quick, monotonous, as when the soldiers respond to the call of a superior from the heels of his boots.
"Nina Williams," she says, and holding out his hand. The man grabs, no heat is close to a black glove.
"So work with the Japanese," Sergei begins after a while '. He has the voice guttural, hoarse. The vocals are tight, the cadence is Russian.
"Not much," Nina tells him only. It is not of his earlier work that she does speak, nor of his work in general. But, perhaps, the man has already guessed what his real profession. We recognize the skin, people like them. Sergei
slight nods his head, takes a glass of whiskey, takes him disfigured by a scar on the lip.
"It 's the first time I see a Japanese natural blonde," he says, and makes you smile. It was a joke unusual, with an accent that was austere and not at all amused.
"It 's the first time I see a Russian drink an alcoholic beverage import American," Nina responds with complicity.
A corner of the lips of Sergei just ripples. The woman thinks maybe that's his way of smiling.

's midnight when the conference ends. At that time the casinos are filling more people. There is more noise, the accompanying music that crosses the salt has become a barely audible murmur. Everything is chaotic, loud. Nina holds her ears, distinguishes the laughter of some acute bunnies and clatter of glasses that clash when the waiters are placing them on trays. Nina Jin
is behind and next to Eddy, the three back together by the conference. Suddenly the Japanese freezes.
"We share here, I have some things to do," says remaining shot from behind. It 's like a strict orders, he is the head, now, it is natural that no one is against, even if he happens to externalize considerations on normal and questionable. Just see it go away without another word, Eddy shrugs and smiles arrogant.
"I thought," says the blonde colleague. She did not answer.
"Incidentally, I also have some things to do," said Eddy again after having spotted a slots unused. Nina greets with a sweeping gesture and hand speed and is the space between the crowd.
E 'alone again. A waiter hands her the tray and offers her a drink. Nina takes the first glass that is at hand without looking at what's inside. It keeps with the stem between the middle is the ring finger, fingers, covering almost the entire rim points. It has a fine hand. The other is again close under the opposite arm, at the height of the ribs. His gaze travels
vague on all the walls of the wide hall, then focuses on the roulette dealer near you. There an old man chewing tobacco, is betting on red 14. Behind him a look of ice along its own trajectory, but the direction is reversed.
Sergei is watching, again, with his bright eyes and blue under the heavy eyelids. As if from nowhere, for no apparent logical connection, Nina recalls the last moments of life of some of his old victims. E 'in death that life shines more between breaths and suffered a heart that beats dying struggles until exhausted. And 'the natural instinct of survival, which is also evident when fate is obvious, and an epilogue, the same for all, from which one can not escape. At that
Russian general, in his eyes alive and dead at the same time, there is a dichotomy of natural and unusual ones like Nina has found in its missions. The woman is attracted.

chooses the best route to take him by surprise and not be noticed. With a long ride comes to him behind his back and put your half-empty glass on the table beside him, causing a slight sound that draws his attention. Sergei makes a nod to say hello.
"It 's the first year that I come to this conference," she says Nina, discursively.
"How is?" Application with the Russian monotone.
"lengthy and incomplete." Sergei
slightly arched eyebrows purposes, already raised plenty of them in a perpetual attitude of arrogance and conceit. It is not deliberate, it's his face, his features. "Why?"
"The companies were talking about costs, machinery, function tests and range, but have deliberately avoided the topic victims. I do not understand because it is seen that the purpose of weapons in any situation and context, is to kill. He wanted to think it was a matter of convenience. It seemed hypocritical. "Sergei
stares, a rigorous eye, perhaps better to ponder on that phrase. He never speaks, but has a kind of shamelessness that is not derived from the use of words, nor by an attitude of enforcement or emphasis. It 's that explicitly look in depth without any regard.
"I do not think Americans have built nuclear-powered ships for some Atlantic salmon fishing, "says Nina, and a corner of the lips of Sergei ripples.
"E 'conference was a lengthy and incomplete," agrees Russian.
"hypocritical," she reiterates. Sergei
Admire the fair, they examine every single portion. "In this wall there are twenty-five columns," he reports. "At the height of the first column, from this wall, there are approximately thirty people. If you multiply the columns will have a rough estimate of seven hundred and fifty people total. The hall will be two hundred meters long and one hundred feet wide, and twenty thousand square meters. The Japanese company where he works said to have fighter aircraft with a range of ventimilacinquecento square meters. If a fighter plane bombed the Mishima Zaibatsu this casino, could kill more than eight hundred people. "
Nina's body look smug and says
" At least you have been more expeditious and robust talkative the conference. "
" and less hypocritical, "he insists.
She smiles a smile of amusement and then prying. "E you how many people you killed? "
It 's a awkward question that no one had ever done before, but Sergei appears unfazed. The answer, simply:
"Thirty-four, but I stopped counting at the beginning of the war."
The man is silent now, and Nina as the fixed stare from afar, with its probes into deep analytical eye on the general. The ease in which she showed to ask him that question and the fact that he had not yet revealed his real work took him to one conclusion.
"You many have you killed instead?" Asked Sergei.
Nina is almost surprised by his his sagacity and boldness. "Twenty-six," he says, lightly, just as it did to him, "what I remember," then adds a whisper to herself as she brings the glass to his mouth.
"Life is a whole number," the man believes. "For example, on the gravestones is reported throughout the life of a deceased person with only two numbers, and dates of birth and death engraved on it."
"They carved his name and last name," retorts Nina, "but it is also true that in identity documents and files in Population Names are a string of digits. "
" What is your sequence of numbers? "Sergei question.
"I've had several, I have had various names."
"And that's killer?" Nina
arched an eyebrow to do with a cavalier fashion. "My recognition code does not tell anybody, let alone a possible future enemy. We are still a Russian and a Japanese, even if natural blonde. "
" So can you tell me what is the sequence of digits in the hotel room where you stay, "the Russian decrees.
Nina pulls a smile this time is only provocative and replied "two seven nine", and there is more to say, so he brings the cup to his mouth to the last drop and leave it on the table before leaving.
Sergei feels trapestio its heels as they mingle with the sounds of the casino. A song by Nat King Cole Quizas Quizas Quizas, resonates in all rooms. The red bench Stangoni blackjack screaming happy for a win. A guard has been delivering high and robust force a rowdy drunk outside the building. Rim points on the glass left on the table, Sergei sees the mark a bit 'faded two red lips.

two in the morning he is in front of room 729. Is about to knock, but the woman from behind closed doors, before the action and open. Tricks of the Trade: late at night, during sleep, can hear the footsteps running along the corridor, and knows when to stop in front of his door. It 'had to learn to predict the ambushes of the enemy, had to survive this way, between sleeping and waking, and is so used to this behavior has an impact on his private life, one that has nothing to do do with his work.
Then she recognized the measured tread of the Russian General of the conference, she got out of bed, has slipped into her robe and quickly opened the door. Sergei ago quell'usuale nodded in greeting, then enters, accompanied by the gesture of the woman.
Nina closes the door, Sergei approaching a chair, takes off his gloves and places them on the back. He turns and sees her again at the door, dimly lit by colored lights of the city, American folklore. When she reaches him, Sergei surrounds the neck with his hand lightly. It seems a gesture of peaceful loving man and at the same time an act of murder, strangulation well hidden in a studied calm.
The robe was closed with a knot decided, but generous glimpse of an opening under the neck of the blonde. The slope of the sinuses of Nina is sweet, reminiscent of the snowy hills of Russia. Sergei lowers her hand, sliding on the woman's chest, over the silk of her gown, then stops at the node. Think back to the Russian
nights spent in cold and white snow, country houses in remote and without names. There are women dressed from top to bottom, with many layers of clothing on top of each other, wrapped up as Cossacks, all a bit 'thin, pale and slender. Sergei remembers the winter clothes crammed into a single point of the room, the slowness of the women in the strip and get stripped off. Remember sex is a bit 'cold and suffered. He is so natural, on this occasion, reflect on how little ironically, a movement of the wrist just mentioned to undo the knot, and slips off her robe almost alone.
Now Nina is to strip the man. He does it almost with detachment, as if he were undressing herself.
When Sergei is naked, with his arm around his back and approached him. Her hand clutching a piece of skin without hurting her. It 's his way to act out his desire. Nina kisses the upper lip, on the point crossed by the scar, and the Russian parts. Her kiss, though, is more impetuous, down the neck and left shoulder. It
carrying each other on the bed, twisting, him forward, her back. Nina is lying on the mattress now. Spread your legs, and Sergei settles over her. With the woman under him, he realizes that you are still make-up, that her red lips are still there waiting for him.
And while, again, kissed her mouth, enters into her. The pressures are rhythmic, slow, speed as you. The man is wearing the face over the groove of the neck of the woman, and she, in a fit of unbridled passion, the wraps her shoulders with his arm, his sighs are agitated, sometimes a few groans from his mouth. That 's what were seeking, the most ancient and primitive rite of the world, the only acknowledge that they know that makes them feel human again.
When Sergei is in her, then emits a hoarse rattle.

He stands with the bust, Nina closes her legs. E 'standing, out of bed, and look for clothes that do not remember where he put it. Walk with confidence in their nakedness, as if dressed or undressed for her did not make a difference remains the same woman who is a bit 'and a little ice age' unfriendly.
Sergei is already dressed in tuxedo shirt only has not fully buttoned, shoes untied and gloves on the back of the chair. He gets to pick them up, approaches the door and opens it.
"Maybe we'll meet again the next conference, "he says.
The door closes and everything is as before.

That Their second meeting is a bit 'too soon and unexpectedly. It is even wrong. E 'to this that you can think, despite everything, the dark ruins of an old country, including the bombing of the fighter planes of the Mishima Zaibatsu raining from the sky and a deep wound in the shoulder, which makes trudge. Keeps close with his left hand while his right grabs the Berretta 92.
In those few seconds that the planes stop bombing, Nina felt the footsteps of his enemy behind his back. He turns quickly and fires hitting the Russian general in the leg, causing him to fall near a wall run-down of an abandoned building. The pistol falls with him, a yard and a half away.
When the Russian attempt to recover the weapon, the woman's tip his cap to urge him to stop. He stops, stands still. Do not even attempt to do anything else, because he knows there is no escape, but its epilogue is here.
AND 'the opportunity, the perfect moment, the barrel of the Berretta is pointing straight at his heart, but for the first time in her life Nina hesitates. Sergei notices it and takes the opportunity to recover the gun. It 's fast, but not enough. The natural instinct for survival overwhelms Nina, who shoots him in cold blood to the heart.
The angle of the lips of the Russian ripples, and not just a grimace of pain, but also a smile a bit 'longer than usual. On his last breath he collapsed to the ground, takes off his uniform pocket and a crumpled business card. That 's what the car dealership in Carson City, we are still impressed two lips. Their bright red is mixed with the blood all around.